Assessment Day (Patreon)

New story alert! This one's a little different and has political undertones so if that's not your thing, sorry. It is complete though I think I'm going to do an epilog if you guys like it.

Assessment Day

By 

Brimmingbelly04 

Inspired By Results Day

By

PreggosAreBeautiful

***

Marius groaned as he slowly worked himself till he was sitting up on the side of the bed. He grunted once he had his feet firmly planted on the floor, then awkwardly spread his legs to try and better accommodate his behemoth of a belly. The twenty-seven year old groaned again, this time in disgust when he looked up and caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

“Jesus!” He huffed, shaking his head as he took his right hand from the mattress and moved it up to touch the small device that'd been implanted at the base of his thick neck. 

Even after pushing his fingers down hard against it, he could hardly feel the outline of the device, it was so small. Small as it was, it was obviously not having a problem doing its job… 

Marius hated the thing and what it was forcing his increasingly beleaguered body to do. He hated it almost as much as he did the government now not only in total control of the country, but of his body and pregnancy. 

The twenty-seven year old genuinely didn't know how much more of this he was going to be able to take? Six months overdue with quadruplets was nearly unheard of! All Marius could do as he continued rubbing against the faint outline of the device in his neck, was hope all the effort he'd put in over the course of the last month would finally prove to be enough. 

Grunting again and then grimacing, Marius spread his thick thighs as wide as he could, which still wasn't enough. The majority of the lowest portion of his enormous pregnancy still rested on his legs, rather than between them.  

Even though he was leaning back, his belly still extended well beyond his knees, and looked more like an (extra large) exercise ball than a “baby bump.” As Marius raised his gaze from said “ball” back to his reflection, he shook his head again. He swore his belly looked (and sure felt) large enough to easily contain a preteen, but despite the look of it, it thankfully didn't. 

He moaned as one of his now giant quadruplets shifted, briefly warping his otherwise still almost always, quite remarkably round middle. The movement caused Marius’ left, nearly naked breast to wobble more than his breathing already did, which drew his attention to the pumps that were attached to it and its bloated partner. 

Some fifteen months pregnant, each of the twenty-seven year old's tits were now much bigger than his head. “Capable” as it was, evidently the device keeping him pregnant wasn't capable of letting his chest know it didn't need to be producing so much milk yet, as its “recipients” remained hostages in his womb, but hopefully, not for much longer… 

After placing his right hand back on the bed, Marius reached out with his left to turn off the breast pump sitting on his nightstand. While it'd made sleeping all the more difficult, he'd pumped overnight in hopes that his now massive and very dark brown nipples wouldn't leak during his upcoming outing, but as he looked down and out at them, unfortunately, that seemed unlikely, because even after having been continuously drained the last six and a half hours, his tits were as tight and full as ever. 

For obvious reasons, Marius only left the apartment when he had to now, today being one of those times. His bloated body shuddered as he imagined what a spectacle he was going to be as he was forced to venture out in his condition, hopefully, for the last time… 

Once the pump was shut off, he set to carefully removing the specially ordered, extra, extra-large suction cups from his nipples, grunting quietly as each came loose with an audible “pop.” After struggling to reach far enough to place both cups on the nightstand next to the pump, Marius braced to move again, but before he did, he caught sight of the “outfit” his husband, Roland, had laid out for him at the foot of the bed. 

With each passing day, the twenty-seven year old felt less and less like a person, and more and more like the true freak he'd bloated up to become. He told himself again and again that that wasn't his fault, but that never did any good… 

As he eyed his government mandated attire, Marius shuddered again as he wondered how it was going to “fit?” The last time he'd had to put it on a month ago, it barely had, and he, the quadruplets and most of himself, had done a lot of growing since. 

When heard the shower turn off, he sighed. While he wasn't ready to get his day started yet (not that he ever would be,) Marius didn't want Roland to exit the bathroom and see him sitting there looking all huge, dejected, and sorry for himself, so with another grunt, he pushed down on the bed with his hands, while directing all the strength he could to his legs, just barely making it fully to his swollen feet on his first attempt. 

As soon as he did and he was steady on them, he braced his hands on his lower back, thrusting his massive pregnancy even further out than it already protruded on its own. A moment after assuming his awkward stance, the bathroom door opened inward, and Roland stepped out of it, followed by a large cloud of steam. 

Gargantuan pregnancy aside, Marius wasn't a small guy. Despite having not been to the gym in months, he remained enviably muscled, thanks to his ever-increasing “burden,” but his husband had a good 5” on his 5'11”, forcing him to look up as he smiled at the man three years his senior. Not only was Roland several inches taller, he was also more muscular than Marius, so excluding the fact the twenty-seven year old had been forced to carry their four babies an extra six months (but hopefully, no longer counting,) it was no wonder he'd gotten so big. 

“Mornin’, babe,” Roland smiled down at Marius as he reached out and placed his large, warm, still slightly damp hands on the sides of his bloated belly. 

“Please tell me you didn't use ALL the hot water…”

“Never!” He winked before asking, “Ready for today?”

Marius nodded up at him. “This is it, right?” He asked hopefully, even though he didn't sound like it. 

“I think this is it,” Roland smiled and nodded back. “You did a lot this last month.”

“Including more growing…” the younger man groused as he looked down at the massive belly dividing them. 

“Including more growing,” Roland echoed as he rubbed the orb. “Regardless, they're gonna say yes today.”

“What if they don't?” Marius frowned. 

“You gotta stay positive, babe!”

He rolled his eyes. “Easier said than done now! Hell, pretty much everything is!”

“I wish I could come with you. I think it's ridiculous they don't allow it!” Roland huffed. 

“Most of what they do or don't allow is ridiculous, but anyway…” Marius trailed off in a sigh. “If I'm finally given the go ahead, can we still go to the hospital this afternoon?”

“Of course,” his husband went back to nodding as he continued to rub. “I only scheduled myself till lunch and I told everyone today was going to be my last day for…”

“Six weeks, which is what you told them last month and yet here we are!” Marius huffed.

“Things'll be different tomorrow, babe,” Roland said reassuringly. 

“You don't know that.”

“No,” he admitted. “But I have a good feeling. That and we have history on our side. Almost no one has been made to go past six months with quads,” he shook his head again. 

“Almost no one, but a few have.”

“Only a few, and their… transgressions were a lot worse than yours.”

“That’s what you and I think, which doesn’t matter!” Marius rolled his eyes again. 

“Stay positive, babe,” Roland reminded as he leaned in for a kiss. 

“I’m trying…” his husband sighed as their lips separated. 

“Go keep trying in the shower,” he said as he looked over Marius’ shoulder to the clock on the nightstand. “You don’t wanna be late for your appointment, and I can’t be late for work.”

“Go save the Earth,” Marius smiled up at his environmental attorney husband. “I’ll go get ready to find out how much longer I’m gonna have to be shaped like it…” he sighed. 

Roland leaned down and kissed him again. “I wish I could at least take you to the appointment,” he sighed back. “But rules are rules,” he frowned. 

“And our country’s full of them now,” Marius rolled his eyes as he forced himself to smile again. “Almost as full of them as I am full of your babies!” He stuck his tongue out. 

“Not for much longer,” Roland said as he gave his belly two last rubs before heading to their closet to get dressed. “I’ll say bye before I leave.”

“OK,” the twenty-seven year old said as he started lumbering towards the bathroom. “Hey, babe?” He said over his shoulder. 

“Yeah?”

Marius sighed again as he came to a stop. “I know I’ve said it before, but I’m sorry.”

“Marius… You…”

“Yes, I do!” He insisted. “This happening is probably almost as embarrassing to you as it is to me!” He shook his head. 

“Marius…” Roland said again as he turned around and headed over. Since he had long legs and wasn’t massively pregnant, he quickly closed the distance. “I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again,” he said as he placed his hands on his shoulders. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You did nothing wrong.”

“That’s not what they think.”

“Screw them!”

“Don’t let people hear you say that…”

“I know when to be careful,” Roland assured as he gently rubbed his husband’s tense shoulders. 

Marius groaned. “What if they still think I’m not ready to become a dad yet?” He asked. “And please…” he stressed. “Don’t tell me to stay positive!”

“Fine, I won’t,” his husband chuckled as he leaned in and kissed his ear. “I’ll say, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. If today’s not the day, eventually it will be. Regardless, you and I are already dads,” he said as he moved his hands from Marius’ shoulders down to the bowed out sides of his belly. 

“Hopefully, we’ll actually get to meet our children before they’re ready to start pre-school!” The younger man groaned. 

“We will,” Roland chuckled again. “Now go, get ready,” he said as he moved his right hand down and back and gave Marius a slap on the ass. 

***

Steamy as he'd gotten the bathroom, Roland had saved Marius some hot water. The preggo sighed in relief as he carefully stepped into the walk-in, huge belly first, of course. Taking a shower was one of few bright spots during his still increasingly pregnant days. 

The reason he and Roland's quads were still growing inside him some six months past their due date, was the device implanted in his neck, which was there thanks to the totalitarian government now in place. Before it had been, too many people thought it coming to power hadn't been possible. Not enough people had believed the hype, and the “opposition” had failed to rally the troops and get out the vote. 

As a result, lots of people, Marius most definitely included, were now suffering the consequences. 

Unsatisfied with just banning abortion, the new government took the technology used to suppress births, which already existed but had only been used to ensure pregnancies could be brought to term if the mother or father were experiencing issues or complications, and made it a mandatory treatment for all people of childbearing years. The device and its capabilities had been helpful to those who'd needed it, but then the government took things a step further…

Not only did they require everyone to have the device implanted, they became the ones to determine when someone was allowed to give birth, which was only after they'd deemed them fit to be a parent. Unsurprisingly, what deemed one worthy to be a parent was quite loosely defined.

Not only that, but one’s past “transgressions” could be taken into account, even if for all intents and purposes, they were now, a very different  and otherwise “good” person. Marius was a prime example of this. 

Prior to the rise of the new government, he'd never considered his past too troubled or devious… Sure, he'd made some choices, personally and professionally, that many people would frown upon, but he'd never hurt anyone in doing so. 

The now twenty-seven year old had never been a fan of school. While he'd never been academically blessed, genetically was another story… 

Puberty took an already cute and good-looking boy and turned him into a very handsome and eventually, physically very much desirable, young man. Not long after graduating from high school, eighteen year old Marius decided to dip his toe into the adult entertainment industry. 

He moved from the Midwest to LA, where he worked for a couple studios before OnlyFans and JustForFans rocked the industry, at which point he mostly worked for himself, collaborating with other creators. Regardless of who he worked for or with, everything Marius did was by the book. He was always safe and got tested more frequently than was required, just to be sure. 

Young as he'd been when he got into the business, he'd known there'd be a stigma associated with his choice, and that someday, he might pay a bit of a price, but never in a million years did he think the country would “suddenly” change so drastically. And yet, it had. 

As a result, even though Marius’ past wasn't particularly “bad,” he was now a married man and an otherwise “good” citizen, that wasn't good enough for the government. Far from it, apparently. 

According to them, Marius had yet to “reform” enough, which was why he remained pregnant. The government wanted to control how people raised its future generations, and didn't want previously (or possibly, still) “troublesome, troubled or deviant” parents raising children to grow up like them. They needed to ensure people were up to the task, regardless of how long it took them to get to that point, or how big they and their babies got in the process. 

Roland knew all about his husband's past. Back when Marius had still been performing, the attorney had been one of his biggest fans. 

Long story short, Roland had slipped into Marius’ DMs and even though professionally, they couldn't have been any different, personally, they connected really well. After just a few days of near constant messaging back and forth, Marius hopped a plane to DC and spent a long weekend with Roland. They hardly left the apartment, and even before Marius was headed back to the airport, they were already planning their next meetup. 

Roland didn't care at all if people knew what Marius used to do. Really, he didn't. Or hadn't… The only reason he kind of, sort of did now was because it was now so blatantly obvious Marius had done something in the past, which was preventing them from really becoming dads. 

The attorney could and did deal with any judgment he got. But as the months continued to pass, he felt worse and worse for his husband, whom according to the government, had been very “reckless and reprehensible” in his former life, and seemed to be ultra compelled to harp on that, regardless of all the changes Marius had made, including getting out of the biz and getting married. 

They hadn't been trying for kids yet when they found out Marius was pregnant, but when they got the news, they were excited. At the same time, they knew there might be trouble going forward, but back then, they'd still been attempting to put their best foot forward, and hoped that living under this new ridiculously imposing government wasn't going to be so bad…

When they found out they were expecting quadruplets, most worry about any trouble they might have vanished because surely, regardless of his past indiscretions, pregnant with four babies, Marius would be shown some leniency. But no. 

Since pretty much nothing but its own interests, including controlling its people, was all that mattered to the government and those running it, if Marius and others like him “suffered” in their doing so, ultimately, it was for the good of everyone. 

As Marius stood there under the warm water, again, all he could do was hope that he'd finally “reformed” himself enough over the last month to be granted “parole” from his extended pregnancy. If this, his sixth Assessment Day, also failed to get he and Roland's babies “released,” he honestly didn't know what he was going to do? He couldn't even think about it. 

“Stay positive…” he reminded himself over the water as he washed his bloated body as best he could. 

Given its now preposterous dimensions, doing so wasn't easy, but seeing as most of it was going to be out on display while he went to receive what would hopefully be his last assessment, the twenty-seven year old tried extra hard. About halfway through his extra thorough shower, Roland popped his head into the once again steamy bathroom and said he was heading out. 

“Not that you're gonna need it, but good luck, babe!” He offered. 

His younger husband really wished he hadn't… 

Marius didn't believe in “good luck” anymore, at least not when it pertained to him. He'd never believed in miracles, but despite Roland's “good feeling,” if anything, a miracle seemed to be what the overdue twenty-seven year old was presently in need of the most.

***

An hour later, Marius was on the bus, seated in one of its “accessible” seats. His bare belly, which stuck far out into the aisle, wobbled about in response to each of the bus’ movements and every imperfection of the road. 

Why was he on the bus? Because walking to or taking public transportation, without assistance, was mandatory when one was going to receive their assessment, no matter how big or overdue, unless the government had granted “special accommodations,” which it had not for Marius. 

To be fair, it rarely did. 

Yet another government mandate was what one wore to their assessment, which in Marius’ case, might as well have been nothing by then. Not that he could even claim to have one anymore, but from his waist down, aside from his slides, which were the only form of footwear he could work his severely swollen lower appendages into anymore, seated on the bus, the twenty-seven year old looked like he was naked. 

Of course, he wasn't actually, but with his giant pregnancy once again extending well beyond his knees, the tiny to begin with pair of black short shorts he’d had to cram his widened hips and fattened ass into, weren’t visible. Even when they had been, while he'd been waddling out of he and Roland's apartment and down to the bus stop, they hadn't provided much coverage… 

Not only did his basketball-sized butt cheeks keep gobbling them up in the back, but because the mounds had come to be so ludicrously sized and shaped, and because the rest of his lower body had as well, the one size fits all shorts “naughty” preggos were required to wear to their assessment appointments, had been rendered transparent in most places. This included the crotch and no, underwear was not permitted to be worn underneath, but “thankfully,” because it was so damn big and advanced, Marius’ pregnancy hid most of his package from view. 

That did little to lessen the impact of his appearance. If anything, it actually made it all the more absurd. All the way up above the twenty-seven year old's mammoth middle, the situation was also less than ideal…

Ever since getting himself seated halfway down the bus, Marius had been keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead. His eyes bore into the empty seat across from him, which no one had dared to sit in, probably because no one aside from a small child could've with his pregnancy so very much in the way. 

Nonetheless, he knew everyone on the bus had been or still was staring at him, regardless of how “inconspicuous” they thought they were. Marius couldn't blame them. Big breasted and bellied preggos weren't all too rare a sight these days, especially not on this particular bus route, but one as gravid and barely clothed as himself was bound to turn heads and attract attention. 

Marius offered much to look at, including for himself… In what now felt like a former life, he wouldn't have batted an eye at the thought of someone seeing him naked, let alone them actually doing so. That had been a big part of his job. 

As such, he had been more comfortable with being naked or nearly so than most, but now was a different story… Now, the stupidly pregnant twenty-seven year old wished more than ever that he'd taken a different path and never participated in “such debauchery,” even if said “poor behavior” and “low standards and self-worth” had actually connected him with Roland, resulting in their (delayed) family. 

He loved his husband with all his heart and was happy they were (eventually, hopefully today) going to have children. That being said, Marius often couldn't help but wish they hadn't been “blessed” with four of them at once, especially now, some six months after they should've been born…

In the not so distant past, it would've been considered a miracle for someone pregnant with quadruplets to make it to term. Carrying to term was now more ideal than ever, but most of the time, for a VERY different reason than it previously had.

The immensely overdue young man's huge, wobbling breasts kept drawing his own gaze as they jiggled about just shy of touching his stubbled chin most of the time, as they occasionally did when the bus hit a particularly deep pothole. Due to their now (more than) ridiculous size and prominence, to be more specific: Marius’ nipples kept catching his eye. 

They were covered, but just barely, because the only thing he was wearing up top had also been issued by the government, and same as with his shorts, was also “one size fits all.” The “top” preggos in need of a lesson were forced to wear to their assessment appointments, was a plain and simple bikini top, which matched their shorts, but was obviously made for someone who was much less buxom than Marius had come to be. 

Prior to getting pregnant, he'd been the very proud owner of large and well-defined, almost overdeveloped pecs. Those no longer existed, having been replaced with massive, milk-filled mammaries, that had bloated up to be so massive, his super strained bikini top struggled to contain not just them, but more so Marius’ now salad plate sized nipples, the dark brown tops of which kept pooping out of the (small, to him, anyway) black fabric triangles intended to fit everyone's breasts, in their entirety.

Obviously, the twenty-seven year old literally no longer fit into the “one size fits all” category. He grimaced and frowned as he wondered if he ever would again, even after he was no longer so ridiculously pregnant? 

Something Marius and his fellow “troubled” preggos, along with a lot of others, found quite ironic was the fact that forcing overdue individuals to venture out in public nearly nude, subjected everyone else to what more often than not, amounted to indecent exposure?! Even on the increasingly rare occasion when Marius left the apartment wearing clothes of his own choosing, his presence and appearance were still jarring, to say the least! 

Many found it offensive, but there was no one to complain to. Seeing people like Marius out and about, specifically when they were going to or coming from their assessments, was the government's way of reminding everyone not only to “stay in line” themselves, but to do their part keeping their family, friends and coworkers doing the same. 

If they did, eventually, there wouldn't be any “naughty” preggos to be put on display. In the meantime, those who'd been “deviant” to just about any degree in the past, were served up as (disturbing) examples. 

***

Marius’ tits and nipples kept distracting him. Knowing everyone was looking at him anyway, he stopped trying to be discreet as he tried to readjust his top. As he did so for the countless time since getting on the bus, the twenty-seven year old also knew the battle he'd been waging with the bikini was quickly going less and less in either of their favor. 

 Even though he'd pumped the entire night before, his tits were quickly filling right back up, exposing more and more of themselves and his giant nipples. As such, the more Marius tugged, the more strain he put the bikini and its incorporated elastic under. The more he attempted to readjust, the more tit and nipple he ended up showing, so eventually, he finally had the sense to stop.

By then, Marius wasn’t just lightly huffing, puffing and sweating from his efforts, he was heavily mortified, and he’d been in porn! Had that not been the case, he probably would’ve died of embarrassment months ago, namely back when he’d taken his first trip on the bus, and six months ago, his mandated attire had come a lot closer to actually “fitting!”

He might’ve still been young and admittedly, not the sharpest tool in the shed, but fundamentally, Marius was a good guy. As such, he couldn’t imagine how other preggos dealt with the shame and embarrassment of being made examples of. It was cruel. 

It sickened him. It made no sense either… If this so-called “righteous” government was looking to create a more “pious and respectable” future, how could it simultaneously be so hurtful?

The answer was pretty simple: the government didn’t actually care about its people. Any of them. What it cared about was the power it had over them, how they could keep it, and what more it could gain. 

That's what too many people had failed to understand… Too many thought it was a joke. They thought that they didn't have to do anything above and beyond the MINIMAL effort they'd grown so accustomed to putting in to stop it. They thought that since they were in the “majority,” someone else would put in the work to save them, similar to how they knew someone else would bring them the dinner they ordered via their phone after they once again failed to fulfill the simple promise they'd made to go to the damn grocery store and make a healthy, home-cooked meal themselves!

What a sad time to be alive. What an awful time to be pregnant, and bringing four more children into the world… 

Rightfully so, Marius still didn't think he'd done anything to warrant his present treatment. But if he wanted to be mad at anyone, he could start not only with Roland and himself, but all their friends and family, who'd also failed to act accordingly, back when they'd been presented for months, if not years, with a clear and present danger. 

The writing had been right fucking there, on every damn wall and/or electronic screen. Everyone with a half a brain could've done more. A lot more. 

They should've not only wanted to, but otherwise felt compelled to in order to save society as they'd all known it and taken for granted. Obviously, not enough of them had… 

As the bus slowed, Marius began rocking back and forth to build the momentum required to stand. On his third slow voyage forward (which was actually to the right side of the bus,) he hauled himself up with all his might, while doing his best to stifle his moans and groans. As he did, he felt the elastic band between the “cups” of the bikini get tighter. 

The twenty-seven year old made it back to his swollen feet just as the bus came to a stop and the driver opened its doors. Marius couldn't see them, but there was a queue of riders waiting on the sidewalk, most of whom had on the same “outfit,” and would've been considered very heavily pregnant if compared to anyone but each other and/or Marius. 

Each of the mostly ill-clad preggos looked a combination of tired and emotional. Regardless of their fatigue, it was obvious who in the queue had just gotten good news and who hadn't.

Barely back on his feet, Marius’ body was already screaming at him to sit back down, but he couldn't. He couldn't just keep standing there either, he had to get going… 

He was only halfway down the bus but it might as well have been the back. As he slowly started tottering towards the front, the twenty-seven year old realized he should've gotten his departure underway sooner because not having seen anyone getting off, the recently assessed, hardly clothed preggos had started getting onto the bus. 

By the time he got to the front of the bus, the first ill-clad preggo in line had made it up the steps and was paying her fare. Thankfully, her belly was nowhere near as big as Marius’, but they still had to awkwardly maneuver their bumps around each other, which resulted in some inadvertent touching and rubbing. 

When Marius made it to the top of the steps he couldn't see beyond his swells, he came to a stop. Everyone still waiting to board the bus, some of whom were standing on the stairs, all groaned and grumbled as they slowly backed up to allow Marius and his massive load off.  

Finally off the bus and on the sidewalk, the already breathless twenty-seven year old began slowly waddling in the direction of his destination which thankfully, was located less than a block away.

Each slow and heavy step he took caused Marius’ boobs and butt to bounce and further strain his “clothing.” By the time he'd descended the steps, his ass had already gobbled up his shorts in the back to the point it looked like he was wearing a thong. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about this, as his hands were busy supporting what they could of his belly so he didn't fall over from the awkward weight distribution. 

Marius leaned back as much as he could, which helped some, but not enough. Forcing people to attend their assessments in person was evil to say the very least, but he supposed that was part of the point. 

For the time being, Marius remained mobile, but didn't know how much longer that would remain the case? It was a good thing he'd started out so muscular, but strong and sturdy as his thick frame was, the twenty-seven year old knew he was reaching its limits. 

As he continued to totter towards the imposing government building, all he could do was hope that this time when he left, he'd know that by the end of the day, he'd no longer be pregnant. Labor and delivery weren't going to be easy, but by now, it felt like he and Roland's cramped, overgrown babies were going to shoot right out of him any second now, so at least there was that…

***

As Marius neared the building, he prayed his sixth assessment would be his last. He didn’t pray to anyone or anything in particular, just prayed in general, which should’ve been considered good enough, but like so much else, it wasn’t… The government hadn’t gone so far as to mandate religion yet, but it considered the “unaffiliated” lacking purpose, and therefore, potentially ill-suited to be parents. Had a “normal” person been non-religious, that probably would’ve been OK. Maybe they would've had to go a month or two overdue, but for someone with a past like Marius, not being religious was yet another strike against him. 

As such, since his last assessment, he had finally started doing the things that’d been recommended to him time and time again. Begrudgingly and belatedly, the twenty-seven year old realized that he needed to play along better if he hoped to give birth anytime soon. So in the last thirty days, Marius had taken more child-rearing classes than he could count, as well as introductory sessions for various religious movements, none of which had very much interested him, but the point was he was finally trying. Finally showing the damn Assessment Committee he was serious.

Marius had also signed up to participate in online classes for youth, who’d been mandated to attend them so they too wouldn’t go astray. He registered as a speaker and shared his story as a warning with the kids. He was late getting aboard the “good, daddy-to-be” train, but now that he had, surely the Assessment Committee couldn’t want any more from him… Surely his efforts over the last month would prove to be enough, right?

He’d find out soon…

The large governmental building housed multiple agencies, so people of all walks (or waddles) were entering and exiting as Marius did the former. Once again, all eyes in the vicinity were on him as he lumbered in and headed towards the Office of Assessment, which was wisely located on the first floor. 

Unlike the imposing facade of the building housing it, the Office of Assessment was nothing special. The first thing Marius did after waddling through its automatic doors was take his place in line to get checked in. Standing, his bare belly kept him a good 3 ½ feet (and then some) away from the overdue woman ahead of him. 

The line was some twenty people long. Every thirty seconds or so, everyone tottered forward, some more so than others. Progress was slow. Marius’ back, hips and feet were all killing him, and he couldn't wait till he was able to sit down again, even if he was already dreading the process of standing back up. 

Everything was difficult and uncomfortable now. Had been for a while… He so needed this pregnancy to be over. For their own sakes and that of their children, Marius really, really hoped Roland’s “good feeling” was right.

Otherwise? Well he didn't want to think about it because as his husband had suggested, he was TRYING his UTMOST to stay positive. 

As he stood there, occasionally tottering forward, Marius looked around. He wasn't so out of place here, but out of all the present preggos, he was the biggest by far, and stuck out like a hugely swollen thumb. 

After ten minutes of increasingly uncomfortable standing, the twenty-seven year old was finally next in line. When one of the three reception windows became available, he slowly steered himself in its direction. 

“Marius… Miller,” he panted before letting out a loud sigh of relief as he let the underside of his pregnancy come to rest atop his side (and then some) of the low counter.

The woman sitting on the other side of it looked around her monitor and silently eyed his giant orb for several seconds. 

“Don’t do that,” she finally said, all flat, not even a hint of empathy or compassion in her tone or eyes. 

Forcing a smile onto his flushed face, the twenty-seven year old stepped back, slowly sliding his belly all the way off the counter before turning it and the rest of himself to the side. Marius grunted quietly as his back, hips, legs and feet were forced once again to have to deal with the full weight of his enormous pregnancy. 

Satisfied, the receptionist said, “Name?”

He sighed quietly before repeating, “Marius Miller.”

“Reason for your visit?” She asked as she typed. 

Reason for his visit?!

Marius looked at the receptionist over his right shoulder. Why the fuck did she think he or anyone else was here “dressed” like damn strippers?! They weren't here to dance, that's for sure! Somehow, he managed to keep smiling at her. 

“I’m here for my sixth month assessment.”

“Sixth?! Oof!” The receptionist huffed, finally some life in her voice as she looked at Marius’ belly again. “Most people learn their lesson before then!” She shook her head as she reached for her water bottle and took a big, slow sip from it.

She made her living staring pretty much directly at bare, bulging bellies all day, which had her pretty much unfazed by them now. Most of them, anyway… 

But as the receptionist continued to take in the one before her, she realized just how big it was. As she'd said, most people weren't forced to go six months past their due date, which meant Marius must've done something especially deviant… She wanted to know what, but unfortunately, the part of the system she had access to, didn’t include specifics. 

Fortunately, she had the biggest naughty preggo she'd ever seen, right there in front of her, where he had no choice but to remain till she was done with him. 

“Is there a… problem?” Marius asked, his smile growing more forced following several more seconds of awkward silence. 

Just because he was way bigger than everyone else, that didn’t mean it should take him any longer to get checked in…

“What'd you do?” The receptionist asked, raising her brows. 

“Excuse me?” He replied. 

Marius had heard her question, he just didn't want to answer it. He knew he didn't have to, but also that if he didn't, this loathsome woman was probably going to make an already trying situation even more so. 

“I said, what did you…” the receptionist started to repeat. 

“Porn, OK?” He quickly and quietly cut her off. 

While the twenty-seven year old wasn't ashamed of his former profession, that didn't mean he wanted to go announcing it to the world, especially not here and now. It was bad enough he'd had to spill the beans to he and Roland's parents when they all questioned why their four newest grandchildren hadn't come when they'd expected them to and then still hadn't after a couple months of respectfully silenced but anxious waiting.

“Hmph!” The receptionist grunted. Must've been the real kinky kind…” she shook her head. 

“Not particularly,” Marius shook his head. 

She grunted again, this one making it apparent she didn't believe him, which she didn't. “You might not've considered it kinky, but evidently the Committee did, ‘cause I've seen prostitutes in here, who only had to go…” 

The twenty-seven year old interrupted her again. “Can you please just check me in?” He requested. “I don't want to keep my assessor waiting…”

“Smart man,” the receptionist replied as she started clicking away with her mouse. “Even if that's what they've been doing to you!” She shook her head. “Anyway… You're checked in now,” she informed, evidently over the brief bit of excitement Marius had given her. 

“Thank…” 

“Next!!!” She suddenly shouted, even as Marius remained standing there, (more than) occupying the public facing side of her counter. 

Yes, seeing as he was there for his sixth assessment, he knew what to do next: go and wait some more for his name to be called. Marius looked to his left and saw the next bad preggo approaching. 

He was much smaller than him but instantly, the twenty-seven year old felt bad. The guy was young, practically a kid. 

He was Hispanic and aside from his large, just to term belly, was otherwise quite thin. His bikini top provided more than adequate coverage and wasn't the least bit transparent, though it still showed off the vast majority of the tattoos his small pecs (not giant breasts) were covered with. 

The kid looked nervous and mortified. Marius didn't know him, but he could just tell the much younger man was probably usually cocky, but not today. The overloaded quad-carrier worked on getting himself out of the way, offering the heavily tatted youth a bro nod in solidarity. He didn't return it though, too busy staring at Marius with hugely bulging eyes that silently asked, “is that what's going to happen to me?!”

No kid, Marius said to himself. Unless you MURDERED someone and are forced to stay pregnant for FIVE YEARS, no, this isn't going to happen to you, you lucky bastard. 

The twenty-seven year old frowned as he looked around the waiting room. He did so because unsurprisingly, everyone was looking at him, but more so because all the seats were taken. 

“Deviant” as they all were, he hoped someone smaller than him (which was everyone) would have the decency to offer him their seat, but no one did. Everyone just looked away when he looked at them and kept sitting there, anxiously rubbing their bare, packed middles. 

The by far biggest preggo present, waddled over to the closest wall and joined the line of others without a seat. Every several seconds, a name was called through the overhead speakers, and someone got up to go get their results. As soon as they did, there was a “mad dash” for their empty seat, but now that he’d leaned back against the wall and alleviated some of his burden, Marius opted to not join in the races. 

Some fifteen minutes later, his name was called. With a deep grunt he didn't bother trying to mask, he pushed off the wall, which grunted right back at him from his brief, additional burden. With all eyes on him, Marius trudged across the waiting area to the door leading to the assessors’ offices. 

It opened automatically as he approached and closed in the same manner once he’d passed through. There was no one to greet him in the wide hall on the other side or direct him where to go, but again, Marius knew the drill all too well by then…

He looked at the light above each door lining the hall, and looked for the green one. Of course his door was all the way at the other end of the hall, but at least that meant he wouldn’t have far to go when he left, hopefully with permission from the Committee, allowing him to finally give birth. 

***

Marius came to a ponderous stop just before reaching the door. Though it remained pretty much pointless as ever, he adjusted his top one last time as he forced a smile back on his face before turning wide to the left and waddling in. As his belly entered the office ahead of him, he wondered what the assessor he was going to meet with today would be like, because to help keep things “impartial,” they were always different. 

“Good after… noon, Assessor,” the twenty-seven year old greeted, as he finally entered the office. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Miller,” a soft spoken man Marius still hadn’t seen yet, replied. “Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you!” He exhaled as he waddled in further, the door automatically closing behind him once his fattened and now almost entirely uncovered ass had cleared it. 

Assessors’ offices were small. Their largr and imposing desks took up nearly a third of the space, not leaving much room for someone Marius’ size. The chair he was to sit in was average sized, but seeing as he no longer was, his ass and belly spilled over the sides of it as he slowly lowered himself onto it. He and the chair both groaned as it took his heavy form. 

As he attempted to get a little more comfortable  the assessor popped his head from behind his monitor. He was a mousy, little man, probably a few years younger than Marius. As he took in the enormously overdue man from his side of his desk, his light brown eyes went wide behind his thick-rimmed frames. 

He’d only been an assessor for a year and a half, but already, he’d seen thousands of pregnant people, none of whom had yet to come close to being as big in the belly department as the huffing and puffing man sitting across from him. Not only that though, but he recognized Marius. His sexy face, anyway… 

“Oh my…” he said quietly, blinking his eyes like an owl as they naturally honed in on Marius’ now mostly exposed nipples. 

Massive and dark as they were, even the small portion of them that remained covered was actually clearly visible through the strained bikini. Marius chuckled as he dipped his chin, which quickly got lost between the mounds, and looked down and out at himself. 

“Oh my, indeed,” he replied, forcing another smile. “That’s part of the reason why I’m hoping for some good news today,” he nodded as he raised his gaze back to the younger man. 

“Right…” the assessor croaked before quickly clearing his throat and darting back behind his screen. 

He couldn't believe his favorite porn star, Marius Miller, was sitting across from him. He also couldn't believe how insanely pregnant he was. The younger man had been wondering what had happened to the guy he'd blown countless loads to, who hadn't released any new content in over two years, and now he had his answer.

“Let me just read over your last report real quick,” he said as he scanned the information on the screen in front of him. “Looks like you were denied birth last month because you once again failed to meet the criteria set forth by the Committee, which…”

“Well I've done a lot of work since!” Marius interrupted before he could stop himself. “I took tons of classes, did several speaking engagements, and went to lots of introductory religious sessions!” He nodded. “Do you see all that?” 

“I'm still in last month's report…”

“Right, sorry,” he quickly apologized. “Anyway, I did do a lot. I'll admit, it took me longer than most, but now I understand the importance of reformation,” he nodded again, causing his barely contained tits to jiggle. “And of course, my husband and I are very eager to finally meet the babies. We have everything ready and waiting for them,” he shared, smile now genuine. “Though he's probably going to have to go to the store and exchange The outfits we picked for them to wear home from the hospital, again!” he chuckled. “But that's OK!”

“You guys might wanna hold off on that,” the assessor cautioned, not joining in on the mostly faked cheer. 

As soon as he did, so did Marius. “Why do you say that?” He asked, no longer smiling as he leaned forward as much as he could, which wasn't much at all. 

“I'm still going through this month’s report.” 

“Do you see all the…” 

“Yes,” the assessor cut in. “I see all the effort you put forth.”

“And?!”

He sighed as he popped back out from behind his screen. “My title is Assessor, but you do understand that my job is only to deliver you the results of your latest assessment, which are determined by the…”

“Committee, I know,” Marius nodded. “So what are they? The results…”

The assessor sighed again as he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Frequently as he had to do it, this was the part of his job he disliked the most: giving people he didn't think deserved it the bad news that no, they would not be allowed to give birth yet. 

Unfortunately, for the most part, the thoughts or opinions of an assessor rarely came into play. Keyword being rarely. 

“Mr. Miller… Due to your… work history, coupled with the fact you only just started putting in the effort to reform yourself, the Committee has denied your request to give birth at this time.” 

Marius couldn't believe it. He just sat there, belly perched quite uncomfortably in and on his lap, his once again leaking tits squished up around his chin as he repeatedly blinked at the younger man. 

“No,” he said quietly as he started rather aggressively shaking his head, sending his breasts into a quaking frenzy, which was the least of his concerns at the moment. “That has to be a mistake!” He insisted as he switched to frantically nodding. 

The assessor shook his head. “I assure you, Mr. Miller, it is not. Unless any serious medical complications arise before then, or should your doctor fill out the necessary paperwork declaring the immediate need for you to give birth, the Committee encourages you to continue with your reformation efforts and to report back here in one month's time to be reassessed.” 

Marius was shocked. Too shocked to speak for the next thirty or so seconds. This couldn't be happening… Not again?! All he could do was repeatedly open and close his mouth, unable to produce words for several more moments. 

“There has to be some sort of mistake!” He tried again, once he could finally speak. “They can't have denied me again! I… I did everything they recommended!” He nodded some more. 

“My apologies, Mr. Miller, but again, no mistake has been made,” the young assessor reiterated as forcefully as his soft voice and mousy demeanor allowed. “Since evidently, you've failed to realize…” he sighed. “The Committee’s recommendations are just that: recommendations. They are not a promise or guarantee that…” 

“But look at me!” Marius suddenly shouted, doing as he requested as he frantically gestured up, down and all around himself. 

“I am.” 

“Look at me and tell me you've ever seen someone as big as I am!” He continued to yell. 

“Please, lower your voice, Mr. Miller, or I'll be forced to call security,” the assessor warned.

“I'm sorry!” The twenty-seven year old exasperatingly proclaimed, somewhat quieter. “I'm just…” he trailed off. 

“I can certainly understand your disappointment,” the younger man nodded. 

“Can you really?” Marius huffed. “And since you're looking at me, does it look like I can survive another month of this?!” He asked as he frantically gestured some more. 

“Truly, I am sorry,” the younger man said. “But I have no say in the decision.” 

“Please!” The, indeed, biggest preggo he'd personally ever seen, begged. “There has to be something you can do to help me?!” He said, starting to get loud again. 

“All I can do Mr. Miller, is to strongly suggest that you start going above and beyond the Committee’s recommendations for your reformation. Given your… past, which I, speaking off the record, and just for myself, personally don't find offensive,” the assessor shook his head. “I…” 

All of a sudden, Marius saw a potential out. Finding out if it actually was one was risky, and had the potential to backfire in a major way, but needless to say, he felt backed into an increasingly tight, uncomfortable, mentally and physically unsustainable corner, so he decided to go for it. 

He cleared his throat in hopes it masked the groan he released as he sat back and tried to look more at ease and maybe, a little more desirable to the younger man..?

“You're familiar with my… previous work?” He asked as casually as he could once he’d assumed his more “relaxed” position. 

The mousy, younger man cleared his throat again as well as he put his glasses back on and also reclined some in his chair.  

“I am,” he quietly confirmed. “Actually, I'm a really big fan,” he admitted at an even lower volume. 

Marius still realized he was quite literally playing with fire, but all signs pointed to him fanning the right flame, so he decided to keep going. As he did though, he immediately thought of Roland… 

His husband knew all about his “past life,” which Marius quickly convinced himself meant that he'd be fine with him doing what he was about to. So long as it helped them achieve their mutually desired results… 

“On the record…” he said. “I haven't put out any new content in years…” he shook his head. 

“Yeah, I know,” the assessor groused, rolling his eyes behind his lenses. “But that's a good thing,” he nodded. “At least when it comes to your case before the Committee,” he rolled his eyes again. 

“But you'd like it if I did make some new content, wouldn't you?” Marius asked. “Come on…” he encouraged with a slow nod and as bright and natural of a smile as he could muster given the situation. “You can tell me!” He winked as he nodded some more.

The assessor cleared his throat again as he looked anxiously around his small office, specifically the far corner of the ceiling, where a small, green light blinked away. “Well, I mean…” 

Thankfully, the poor guy, a young, horny, still fan, was so easily falling right into the trap Marius had quickly set out for him. Or so he thought, unfortunately…

“I've been good for years now,” he continued, reiterating his previous statement. “I haven't been with anyone but my husband in a long time,” he shook his head. “But if there was something, anything you could do to help me out today, help get the babies out of me, I'd be willing to make an exception,” he switched to nodding.

The younger man's eyes widened as they looked from the ceiling back to one of his favorite porn stars. Even looking the way he did now, he would still give his right nut for a chance to get with Marius. Despite his enormous belly and breasts, it would still be a dream come true, but tempting as the offer was, he couldn’t. 

He also couldn't just turn it down. Not now, while they were both being watched and assessed. 

If he didn't do something about it that didn't help Marius, that didn't teach him a lesson and the true importance of reform, then he could get in trouble. He might lose his job… 

“Mar… I mean Mr. Miller,” the assessor practically squeaked, even as his now diamond hard dick twitched and throbbed in his pants. “Are you…” he paused to clear his throat and steel his voice what little he could. “Did you just proposition me?”

Not realizing the fire he'd created had already quickly grown out of his control, Marius smirked and nodded as he moved his hands to his leaking nipples, both of which he proceeded to fully expose and tweak, further encouraging their creamy release. 

“We don't have to call it that, but I am making you an offer I don't think you want to refuse,” he shook his head and wagged his brows, still smirking, tweaking, tugging and leaking. 

That may've been true, but the assessor couldn't admit it. He'd never hated his job or the camera aimed down at him in the corner of the ceiling more than he did at that moment. 

“Mr. Miller… Your proposition is grossly inappropriate, and only further highlights the correctness of the Committee's decision. However, such deviant behavior leaves me no choice but to amend said decision.”

Marius stopped tweaking himself, scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Too bad you can’t! You have no say in the matter! I thought maybe you actually did, and with a little convincing, you might help me out and get yourself a nice little reward in the process, but I guess you don’t have the balls!” He dared to declare, he was so angry. 

“No, Mr. Miller, I do not have the balls to be such a selfish and flawed individual like you, but I do have the scruples to do the right thing and I in fact do have a say in the matter after all!” The young assessor huffed back, even though he was still hard as a rock. 

The twenty-seven year old scoffed again. Even though he should've very quickly started trying to make amends or at least claim he'd been kidding, he did neither. Instead, he stuck to his guns because what more could this pipsqueak do to him? 

The unfortunate answer: a lot more than Marius thought, he just didn't know it yet.  

He didn't know that enticed by the proposition as he'd actually been, not only could he obviously not take Marius up on it, he'd decided to use it to his own advantage. He didn't want to be an assessor forever, eventually, he wanted to be a member of the Committee who got to make the preliminary (and most of the time, standing) recommendations, so he was going to use this unexpected opportunity to try and make a name for himself by making a real example of his favorite porn star…

“So what say do you have in the matter after all?” Marius asked, raising his brows. 

“I'm amending the Committee’s decision,” the assessor replied as he started rapidly typing away on his keyboard. “Obviously, just one more month isn't going to be sufficient,” he shook his head behind his screen. 

Finally, the twenty-seven year old realized he was screwed. Stil, he huffed again. 

“Sure it will!” He disagreed. “Another month is more than enough time for me to get it together!” He nodded. “Hell… I probably won't even be able to walk myself in here by then!”

“Well then it's a good thing you won't have to,” the assessor replied as he continued to type.

OK, Marius said to himself. Maybe things aren’t that bad after all? Maybe this guy does have a heart and he’s amending the Committee’s decision so at least I don’t have to come back in person next month. He’s probably doing so just because he thinks that would finally be TOO indecent, but hey, at least it’s something…

But yeah, it wasn’t that… Far from it. 

‘The good news is that now, you’ll have plenty of time to make the necessary accommodations to get yourself back here.”

“Wait… Plenty of time?”

The assessor popped from behind his screen and nodded as he discreetly offered the camera up in the ceiling a small smirk. “That’s correct.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that unless any serious medical complications should arise, or should your doctor agree to fill out all the necessary paperwork declaring the immediate need for you to give birth, you now have three months to prepare for your next assessment.”

Marius just stared at him. 

“Three months?” He finally repeated. “Three MORE months!”

The assessor nodded. “That's correct.”

“No, it's not correct!” Marius shook his head. “You can't do that, can you?!”

“I just did.”

“B-b-but that'll put me at… At nine months overdue!” He shouted. “Eighteen months pregnant with quadruplets!”

“That, it would,” the younger man confirmed. 

“Please!” Marius suddenly whimpered. “You can't!” He shook his head as his eyes welled with tears. “I was just kidding!” He laughed. “Really! This is just…”

“You really should try to have a little dignity, Mr. Miller,” the assessor cut him off. “We both know you weren’t kidding,” he shook his head. “ As such, I'd quit now if I were you… I think we'd both rather I didn't have to amend your case again…”

Despite the strong suggestion, Marius didn't quit. How could he now?! 

“Please, Assessor!” He yelled. “I'm BEGGING you, PLEASE TAKE IT BACK!!! I…”

“Stop shouting, Mr. Miller.”

Once again, Marius didn't listen. He couldn't. He was too lost in utter disbelief and panic. 

“PLEASE!!!” He screamed as he started to cry. He hated himself for doing the latter, but he couldn't help it and this time it wasn't all the hormones’ fault. “I CAN'T POSSIBLY GO…”

“That's it, I'm summoning security,” the assessor said as he pressed a button on the underside of the desk twice. 

Marius sat back and continued to sob. He was fucked. Absolutely fucked. Roland was going to be so disappointed in him. 

He did and didn't get it… Yes, he'd done porn but at the time, doing so had been fine, relatively speaking… He hadn't murdered anyone or committed some other truly heinous crime, just made his living fucking and being fucked.

He hated it here. Here being the time he now lived in. 

“W-what did you… d-do?” He choked out, eyes leaking harder than his nipples, but only by a little. 

“Are you asking me, or yourself?” The young, now smug and still hard assessor questioned with a smirk. “It should most definitely be the latter,” he said as the door to his office suddenly slid open and in stepped two burly security guards. 

***

“Come with us, sir,” one of the guards said as he came to a stop to Marius’ left. 

“Now,” the other guard said, placing his hands on his hips as he stopped to his right. 

Still crying, the twenty-seven year old  lifted his chin from between his breasts, and looked back and forth between the two imposing men. Even if he hadn't been so ridiculously pregnant, he wouldn't have been a match for both of them. 

Other than to sniffle and take in shaky breaths though, Marius didn't move. Needless to say, the guards didn't appreciate this. 

“Come on, let's go!” The one to his left said more forcefully. 

As he did, he took a step closer, the lower half of his trim torso coming up just shy of touching the bulging left side of Marius’ belly. The guard's firmly set face showed he meant business, but it also showed at least a hint of reluctance at having to manhandle such a gravid individual, just yet, anyway… 

After the shocking change to his “sentence” the assessor had made, Marius seriously doubted he was going to be able to move, but knew he needed to try for fear the guards had the power to make adjustments as well. Now more than ever, he didn't want to spend any longer than he had to at the Office of Assessment, even if he was “fortunate” enough to not have to set swollen foot in it again for another three months. 

Was doing so without a “special accommodation” (or two or three) even going to be possible by then?! He didn't have the capacity to think about it at the moment so in that sense, it was good he didn't have the time to either.

With the two guards glaring down at him, after taking in a few more, still shaky breaths, Marius attempted to get back to his feet on his own accord. During his first attempt, the twenty-seven year old just managed to get his ass fully off the chair, before it promptly crashed back down onto it.

A few moments later, now panting as he tried a second time, his fat, pretty much entirely bare lower cheeks slightly decompressed, but never made it fully off the cushion they were smothering. As Marius came to a breathless rest fully back in the chair, both guards groaned loudly in annoyance.

“Now I know why he called for two of us!” The one to his right groused.

The guard to Marius’ left grunted in agreement. “Right?” He huffed before leveling his stern gaze on the assessor, who'd been silently sitting there watching. 

Unbeknownst to everyone else present, despite the severity and intensity of the situation, as he sat there staring at the commotion he'd brought about, he'd been fighting the strong as it was deviant urge for him to not reach down, free his dick from his straining trousers, and start beating himself off. It certainly wasn't the same at getting to be with Marius, but it would do.

“Where the fuck are his special accommodations?” The guard glaring at him asked.  

The assessor startled, jolting in his seat as he quickly double-checked Marius’ file. “I, um… He doesn't have any,” he shook his head. 

“He doesn't have any?!” The guard repeated loudly in the form of an indignant huff. 

“No, sir,” the younger man meekly replied. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” The other guard joined in on the shouting as he grabbed Marius’ right arm, pulling that hand and forearm away from his massive pregnancy. “Assign him some now, ‘cause we're not doin’ this again next month!” 

“R-right a-away, s-sir!” The assessor stammered as he quickly started punching away at his keyboard. “B-b-but just to be clear… Mr. Miller won't be returning for a-another t-t-three months.”

“Well then give him some EXTRA special accommodations ‘cause somethin’ tells me he's gonna need it!” The other guard shouted as he took a firm grip on “Mr. Miller's” left arm as he hastily raised it. 

As both of his arms were forcefully raised above his head, the guards each placed their other hand in his now exposed armpits. As his tits wobbled back and forth, Marius let out a cross between a yelp and a groan. 

The fact he needed the guards’ help embarrassed him more than he already was. Granted, he was very upset at the moment, but of he wasn't able to stand up on his own now, Marius could only imagine how much more difficult things were going to get over the next three fucking months?! 

In another three months, he'd be nine months overdue! Pregnant for a year and a half straight, with FOUR FUCKING BABIES!!! Babies who do their most growing during the third trimester, and Marius’ wouldn’t end!

All this did nothing to help his nerves or emotions. It actually stoked them, which made him start bawling again. 

“Aww… There, there, big guy…” the guard holding him by his left arm mockingly consoled. 

The guard holding his right, who seemed to have a shorter fuse, was unsurprisingly less kind. 

“Get it the fuck together, man!” He yelled at Marius. “We gotta get you outta here while you still fit through the door!” He laughed. 

The twenty-seven year old did the best he could, knowing he needed to at least get his breathing under control, otherwise even with the guards’ help, he'd likely end up back in the chair before he got balanced. Marius closed his eyes and focused on his breaths, slowly taking in as much air as he could. As he (further) expanded his ribcage, he felt the bikini getting tighter still. 

Finally, he looked between the guards and nodded. “OK,” he said quietly, voice still trembling. “I'm ready.” 

“About time!” The guard to his right huffed, tightening his grip as he looked at his partner. “Are you ready?” He asked him. 

“Let's do this,” he nodded back before looking down at the massive preggo between them. “On the count of three. One, two, three!” He shouted. 

On “three,” the mem pushed and pulled as hard as they could. For a brief moment, Marius felt like his former self as he stood at a pace he hadn’t been able to achieve in months. Even with burly men flanking his bulging sides, it wasn't easy. The moment he was in motion, just about every part of his bloated body ached and strained, including his belly and breasts. 

His belly ached because his abs, stretched as they were over the quadruplets, were working overtime to get him back to his feet. Marius’ boobs ached because now more than ever, the bikini was digging into their engorged flesh. But then all of a sudden, they didn't ache anymore…

They didn't ache anymore because immediately following an audible tear, they both popped free from the bikini, which finally bit the dust. As he stood there awkwardly shuffling his feet to find his balance while he still had the guards’ aid, Marius’ lowered his gaze and watched as his humongous tits wobbled about all out in the open, the cups of the ruined bikini having shot back and down to around his armpits. 

The guard to his left released a long whistle as he eyed the leaking and quaking orbs. “Woof!” He grunted, the tip of his tongue briefly popping out from between his lips. “That’s some fuckin’ set of knockers!”

“‘Course it is!” The other guard laughed. “Look how fuckin’ knocked up he is!”

Once again, Marius was mortified. Somehow, some fifteen months pregnant with quads, he still wasn't used to people leering at and making fun of him when in his former life, his body had been so envied. 

But once again, there was nothing he could do about it. Except beg…

“Please…” he said as he looked from his bare boobs to the young assessor. “Can you get me a new top?” He requested, sounding absolutely pathetic while doing so.

The youngest man in the room shook his head as he too stared at Marius’ tits. He'd already seen just about all of them, but now that they were totally out in the open and unencumbered, the massive, milk-filled melons really drew attention. 

“Even if I could find one, it would be the same size as the one you just…” he paused. 

“Blew to shreds?” The guard on the right suggested with another laugh, which caused his partner to do the same. 

The assessor nodded. “But as part of your special accommodations going forward, I'll have a bigger one mailed to you before your next assessment.”

“But I still have to get home!” Marius whined as he looked down at his exposed tits again. 

At least the top he’d just “blown to shreds” had provided literally a little coverage!

“Don't worry about getting in trouble,” the assessor shook his head. “People will know you had your assessment today because of your shorts. If anyone says anything, just point them out,” he said with a “helpful” nod.

“Wait… He has shorts on?” The more vocal guard asked in evident surprise as still supporting Marius, he stepped back some and looked down. “Shit, this whole time, I thought that was a thong!”

“Those are my assessment shorts…” the twenty-seven year old said in almost a whisper. 

“Woof!”

The guards laughed and shook their heads as they finally released their grips. Marius was back to being on his own. Not really though, and not for a while, seeing as he'd now be forced to carry he and Roland's babies till they'd been in him twice as long as they should've been, in a “normal” society, anyway… 

“Come on, guys…” Marius groaned as he looked from one man to the next. “There's gotta be something one of you can give me so I can cover up some?!”

The guards laughed like Marius’ plea was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. The assessor silently stared at him for a few more moments, like he was considering the request, but then he shook his head. 

“That would be against the rules. You're only permitted to wear the mandated attire to and from your assessment, and seeing as…”

The twenty-seven year old sighed as he slowly turned to face the door.  “Yeah, I get it…” he said over his shoulder. 

“I'm sorry things didn't go the way you hoped they would today, Mr. Miller,” the assessor said, now from behind. “I hope you spend the next three months wisely, and make the necessary reforms…”

And I hope you die! Marius said to himself. 

Still sniveling, the overdue, soon-to-be very, very overdue, still quad-carrying twenty-seven year old, managed to slightly better compose himself as he tottered out of the office. The guard to his left now flanked him in the front, the one who'd been handling his right, now taking up the rear. 

He was escorted to and then through the door at the end of the hall, which opened into another hall, which was longer and more narrow than the one lined by the assessors’ offices. Same as the prior corridor though, Marius was the only preggo in it. 

As he waddled along, miserable and dejected as he was, he appreciated the (relative) privacy, knowing that by the time he reached the end of this hall, he was going to be a bigger spectacle than he'd ever previously imagined, including up till that very morning. A big part of Marius (mentally, anyway,) wished the hall would never end. He'd “happily” waddle down it as long and as far as he could to never have to emerge from it, even if it meant being stuck with his asshole escorts. 

When and why had everyone become so mean and uncaring? So compliant with/for a government that if they thought about it with as little focus as it usually took to determine the difference between a fart and a shit, they would realize it didn't care about ANY of them, including its most faithful members, who needless to say, were THE ABSOLUTE WORST.

Not that Marius and many, many others (but apparently, not enough) hadn’t already realized it, but he realized again now how fucked America was. Fucked up. Maybe even beyond repair?

In that regard and that regard only, it was kind of a good thing this kakistocracy was forcing him to keep he and Roland’s children inside him. Physically and mentally, this increasingly fucking sucked, but at least inside his womb, Marius’ kids were “safe.”

***

The “private” hall didn’t go on as long as Marius hoped. Even though he was heavily panting and perspiring by the time he reached the end, he wished he hadn’t because he wasn’t mentally prepared for what was still to come. The guard in front of him, who’d been impatient;y awaiting his slow, ponderous arrival, was obviously ready to be done with him.

“Have a great rest of your day!” He offered with a chuckle as he pushed and held the door open for the giant preggo.

Needless to say, Marius didn’t reply. The guards made up for his silence by loudly laughing as they watched the nearly naked twenty-seven year old totter back out into the building’s main lobby. Marius briefly closed his eyes, took in as deep of a breath as he could and then slowly released it through his nose.

You can do this, he told himself. It’s not gonna be that bad.

He knew he was lying to himself, but what else could he do?

Marius opened his eyes and focused them on his next destination: the exit. The door that let all the naughty preggos back into the main lobby was sequestered from the rest of the space by a long line of stanchions, leaving them no choice but to exit the building through a specific door. A revolving one.

The two guards and everyone else who wasn't in a rush, just stood there and watched slack-jawed as Marius shuffled himself in. The front and sides of his belly pressed hard against the unyielding glass. Clearly the door was intended to be used by people as pregnant as Marius. It wasn't intended to be used by handicapped people at all as it wasn't even automatic. 

The trip through the door to the outside was slow. With so much pressure on his belly, even though he was surrounded by clear glass, Marius began to feel claustrophobic. At least this was the last time he'd have to exit through this door because in three months time, there wasn't going to be a chance in hell he'd fit. 

The revolving door was yet another way for the government to remind its deviant preggos that they had all the power. It was one last fuck you till if and when they returned for their next assessment. 

Following all of his previous assessments, Marius had always felt a little bit better when he stepped back outside, but not this time, even though it was a gorgeous day. If you weren’t stupidly pregnant and nearly naked, it was the perfect day to be out and about, running errands or just enjoying the sunshine and gentle breeze, so lots of people were doing just that. 

Everyone who saw Marius as he emerged from the building, came to a jarring stop. Every single one of them… Many took out their phones and started filming or taking pictures. Even though he was out in the open (and because of it,) the overdue twenty-seven year old felt like a zoo animal on display. 

As much as he wanted to “hurry up” and get the hell home, he didn’t think he could make it back to the bus stop just yet. He didn’t think he was going to be able to stay standing much longer, so trying his best to avert everyone’s gazes and/or phones, Marius looked for somewhere to sit. The fact that would make him a probably stuck spectacle, didn’t faze him. Not yet, anyway… 

Fortunately, there was a bench not too far away. Unfortunately, there were two older women sitting on it. The bench was quite long and evidently, the women didn’t know each other as they’d left a good deal of space between them. Enough space for Marius to sit between the ladies, should they choose to stay. 

They did not. Like everyone else, both had already been staring at him, but as soon as they realized the man who was almost already more belly than actually man, was headed straight for them, they scrambled to their feet, gathered their things and tottered away a hell of a lot quicker than Marius could move, especially now. 

Bitches. 

The twenty-seven year old dropped onto the bench, utterly defeated. His recent emotional outbursts had already caused the quads to stir, but the hard impact of the underside of their home hitting his thighs caused them to go crazy for the next thirty seconds. Errant hands, feet and other body parts pushed out against their confines, momentarily warping the enormous globe. 

Beyond mentally and almost physically overwhelmed, tears started to freely stream down Marius’ face. Most ran down his chin onto his tits, and even though he and they were warm, the sensation of the drops running off his mammaries and down onto his belly, caused his exposed nipples to perk up to their alarmingly prominent, full potential. 

The cascade of tears mixing with the slow but relentless flow of breastmilk and sweat, made Marius’ belly packed, still shifting belly glisten in the early afternoon sun. Not wanting he and Roland's babies (who they weren't going to meet for ANOTHER ninety or so days) to feel as anxious and upset as he did, Marius placed his hands on his bulbous middle and gently rubbed it, spreading and combining the mixture of fluids as he tried to calm himself and his brood. 

After a minute or so, during which the nearly nude twenty-seven year old had countless more gawking, pictures and videos were taken of him, the quads started to calm down. Marius on the other hand, did not. 

He was already too damn big! Too fucking pregnant! He didn't know how he was supposed to survive another week of this, let alone another THREE MONTHS?!

Marius didn't want to think about how much bigger he was going to be by his next assessment, but he couldn't help it. His “third” trimester, during which babies do their most growing, which he could MOST DEFINITELY CONFIRM, had already well exceeded the normal three months. In the end (if he used the next three months to become a really, REALLY good preggo,) it would've lasted an entire year!  

Not that it hadn't already (because it sure as shit had,) but now, his belly was really, REALLY going to have to stretch. All Marius could do was hope that it would continue to be able to keep up with the ridiculous demands being placed on and in it. 

He groaned when it hit him that he was going to spend another birthday pregnant… He’d turned twenty-seven back when he'd only been seven months pregnant, and at the time, he'd considered himself a fucking blimp, since all those months ago, he'd already looked close to popping out a good sized pair of twins. 

Speaking of twins, Marius groaned again when he thought about how much bigger, heavier and fuller the bulging set that was now his chest were going to get as well… The worrisome thought caused both nipples to suddenly spurt, sending breastmilk splattering onto his belly and the sidewalk further out in front of him. 

All the thoughts, concerns and worries racing through Marius’ brain at a mile a minute should've been all it could handle, but they weren't… Because apparently, he wasn't just deviant, but a masochist as well, giving birth suddenly came to mind again. 

Fuck… 

He took his right hand from his belly and pressed against the device in his neck. Fuck it too. 

Yeah, Marius decided right then and there. Whatever he needed to do to ensure there was no fucking way he'd be denied the chance to end his pregnancy again, he was going to do it.