The Campbell Family Reunion (Patreon)

A new, LONG one-off (unless you'd like me to continue) I powered out over the last week. Sorry I haven't posted anything yet this month - a lot going on, but more to come soon! Please let me know what you think!

The Campbell Family Reunion

By

Brimmingbelly04

As he heard the door of his one-time dream home open and close again, Colton sighed and closed his eyes. He continued rocking in his tried and true, extra-wide rocker, which the movers would come get (amongst other things) later that day. Hands and forearms all resting atop his bigger than ever belly, just in front of his bigger than ever breasts, but Colton silently told himself to smile. 

He also told himself this was a good thing. Hard as it was to admit, he and Thomas were making the right decision. Colton told himself (once again) that moving to the Campbell compound would make things infinitely easier for him and his husband, because things like being able to find adequate childcare would no longer be an issue. 

Good, free and readily available care alone, made the move seem like a no-brainer, but how good was it when Colton was almost always WITH child(ren) anyway? While making the move had become necessary, that didn't mean he was ready for it. To be fair, he probably never would be, but what other choice did he have now? None, thanks to previous ones he'd made…

Each year for the past six, when the second weekend of September rolled around, Colton couldn't help but question what'd become of his life? He wasn't unhappy per se, just… overwhelmed to say the very least. At this time every year, Colton found himself questioning decisions of agreements he'd made and always told himself that this was going to be the last time, but it never was, and now, it didn't matter. 

Because he hadn't been able to say no even once when Thomas, his husband asked, he found himself doing what he'd once sworn he never would. He had no one to blame but himself for his situation, because he'd come to know all about his husband before he even was that, and he'd still gone along with it. Speaking of Thomas… 

"I saved the best for last!" His husband said, all saccharin (but genuinely) sweet as he waltzed across their large, usually toy-strewn living room, with enviable ease, wearing an equally large smile on his handsome face, just as he almost always did. 

Excluding one, very big thing, Colton couldn't have married a better man. Thomas was and/or had everything: he was kind, ridiculously handsome, had a great job, making him a wonderful provider. Despite everything, money still wasn't an issue, which Colton appreciated immensely, as it (used to) allow him to pursue his own, more creative, artistic and less lucrative passions. On top of all that, Thomas was also a truly incredible father…

So what was the problem..? What had Colton questioning so much? It was that his otherwise amazing, nearly perfect husband had gone back on a big promise he'd once made him.

Had Thomas done so sinisterly? No. Had he been honest back when he'd made it..? Colton couldn't say for sure anymore, but still liked to think so, if only because it made it easier on himself… What he did know for sure, was that Thomas never lied to him. Except for maybe this one, very big time. Oh, and then again, and again, etc., once the ball had gotten rolling… 

As much as he really did love seeing his handsome, uber successful husband smile, Colton cursed the expression because he was a damn sucker for it, along with "other things" Thomas also "offered…" Back when they met, the guys had been the epitome of the old adage, "opposites attract," but not so much anymore. Now, more often than not, Colton felt like he didn't know who he was, or what he wanted? 

But each and every time he worked up the nerve to voice his concerns or complain, Thomas quickly talked him off the ledge. He was an amazing listener, who took everything in, after which, good or bad, he "solved" the "problem," therefore (mostly) negating what his husband said, all while ultimately, making sure his own wants continued to be met, regardless of what he had to do, or how much it cost him. 

Unlike Colton, Thomas rarely if ever, complained about anything. For the most part, whining and complaining just weren't in his wheelhouse, which his husband had come to love, appreciate and loathe in pretty much equal measure. No matter the situation or how much Colton griped or groaned about it, his husband somehow always managed to see the bright side of it. Again, Colton wasn't unhappy, but at least one of them did… 

"Ready to hit the road one more time, baby?" Thomas asked, still grinning down at him as he turned his palms up and held his hands out in front of him. 

Baby…

Colton often wondered why his sweet husband still called him that? Was it because it was one of those couple "pet" names, or was it because more often than not, he had a baby/babies in him? Did it really even matter anymore? 

Unsure if he'd mustered the energy to offer a smile in return, Colton kept his hands where they were as he somewhat blankly stared back up at Thomas. How could he think he was ready to make this change, necessary as it was?! That his otherwise always attentive husband didn't pick up on that infuriated Colton to no end!

"I'm… ready," he eventually replied, less than convincingly. 

He didn't want to leave the house he and Thomas had had custom-built, even if they had unquestionably outgrown it. But more than that, Colton was quite honestly hard pressed to think of anything he wanted to do less than have to cram himself into the front passenger's seat of their literally, fully-loaded, full-size van for the next hour and a half! Almost as hard pressed as he was into his rocking chair by his already to term, sixth and subsequently biggest, hopefully, but probably not, last pregnancy. 

Once the chair stopped rocking, Colton pressed the heels of his swollen feet hard against the floor beneath them. With a grunt, he rocked himself forward one more time, grabbed onto and locked his husband's hands in nothing short of a death grip. Following Thomas' count of three, Colton used his strong legs to push as his husband used his strong arms, back and core to pull. If anything made Colton happy at the moment, it was that it only took him and Thomas one try to get him up. 

"You look incredible, baby," Thomas said, following his genuine compliment up with another one of his "special" smiles after he stepped back to give his husband's now quad-filled belly the room it needed. "You good?" He asked, raising his perfectly but naturally sculpted brows as he continued holding him steady. 

"No, not… really!" Colton huffed as he shook his head. "And I know you think I look incredible, but I don't," he shook his head some more. "I look and feel like a whale…" he groaned. 

"What?!" Thomas scoffed. "No, you…"

 "Yes, I do! I'm waaaaay bigger than Sarah was that time she was a week overdue with the quints, and I'm not overdue yet, and I'm having one less!"

 He chuckled. "Maybe, that's why I think you look so incredible?"

"Oh, it most definitely is!" Colton rolled his eyes and groaned as he took his hands back, lowered them and pushed their heels hard against his lower back, thrusting his enormous pregnancy even further out in front of him. 

"I wish we could do it here one more time…" Thomas said with a wag of his brows as he looked around the living room. 

"I know you do!" His husband scoffed as he did his best to readjust his outfit. "But the kids are out in the van waiting."

 "I know. I also know how incredibly horny you get at the end of your pregnancies…" Thomas said with another one of his powerful smirks. 

Colton felt his already flushed cheeks deepen with color. Thomas was right… He could never seem to get enough of him when he was this close to being due. Case in point: the night before, but now wasn't the time, so he shook his head. 

"We need to go."

 "You're right," Thomas relented. "But when we get there?" He asked with a wag of his brows. 

"Don't we always?" Colton asked with a chuckle he couldn't help despite everything.

"Just making sure," Thomas winked before moving so he was saddled up to his right. "This time will be different though," he said as he took Colton's hand and slowly led them out of the living room, not having to steer his fecund husband through a maze of toys for a change. "This time, we'll officially christen the cabin!"

A few minutes later, they were on their way. Not wanting to cry in front of the kids, Colton didn't look back at the house, the home they were all leaving for the last time. He succeeded, but he still wanted to, all crammed in the front seat, belly pressing him back against the chair while simultaneously pressing against the dashboard. God forbid they get in an accident, because the airbag probably wouldn't have room to deploy. He wasn't the only one squished though…

Everyone but Thomas was. Driving, he was the only occupant of the van who had a decent amount of room to himself. Everyone else, not so much… The other eleven seats in the van were much more occupied, most in the form of a bulky carseat or booster. Another reason they were moving to the compound was because with four more children on the way, next year, they would've had to take two vehicles to get to the reunion. Soon enough, they were going to have to take two vehicles anywhere everyone in their brood went together. 

Shelved atop but to either side of the apex of his cramped belly, Colton's basketball sized breasts heaved and bobbled with every turn or bump. He was still incredibly engorged despite having woken up early to pump so they (hopefully) wouldn't have to stop on the way for any feedings. Diaper changes would be unavoidable though, so the hour and a half trip was probably going to take closer to two and a half, if they were lucky. As he rode along, Colton thought back…

Every year since he and Thomas got married, he found himself knocked up again. Every year. They'd dated three years before getting engaged, so Colton had learned about Thomas' upbringing and met his family, both of which had almost been deal breakers. The Campbell's were all very nice, just different. It took a lot of convincing from his boyfriend at the time that the way his family lived their lives wasn't how he wanted to live his.

Even after all the reassurance, Colton remained skeptical, especially after joining Thomas at his family's annual reunion their second September together, and seeing first-hand what all the other Campbell's "believed in." Everyone including Thomas' parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and each and every one of his eleven, of age siblings, were part of the Quiverfull movement. 

In the movement/religion, (very) large families are seen as a blessing from God. According to Thomas, procreation was encouraged and any form of birth control, including even "natural family planning," were prohibited. This was how he'd grown up… Thomas was the seventh child born into a family of seventeen and still counting! His mother was heavily pregnant for the eleventh time when he introduced her to Colton. 

Even though his boyfriend had told/warned him of what he was going to see at the reunion, Colton was still gobsmacked by the number of children running/toddling around, and how many very pregnant bellies he saw as soon as they arrived at the compound. The Campbell compound consisted of more than a hundred acres of prime and pristine land. It had several bountiful vegetable gardens, a large fruit orchard, and seemingly endless pastures, in which various forms of livestock freely roamed and grazed. 

The property was dotted with various utility buildings and "cabins." Once a member of the Campbell clan reached adulthood, they were gifted their own small plot and a "cabin" to live in or return to when they wanted. Many of the homes had been added on to, making them look more like small castles in order to accommodate its owner's brood. According to Thomas, who excitedly showed his boyfriend around his "starter" home, the compound was almost entirely self-sufficient, which Colton considered to be as impressive as he did strange. 

Following his first Campbell family reunion, Colton strongly considered ending it with Thomas, because no matter what his boyfriend said or the fact he wanted to believe him, simply put: it was all too much. Too much to believe, too much to ignore, and too much to get over. Sensing Colton's understandable trepidation, Thomas' mission became to convince him once again that Quiverfull wasn't for him. He wanted "normalcy." 

Thomas swore up and down that he wanted them to one day have as many children as they wanted, not as many as "God allowed." He told Colton he loved his big family, but felt strongly that a "little" one was just as worthy and more right, not only for them, but the times. They could go visit their cabin every reunion and maybe some holidays and that would be enough. He swore. 

After taking some time to think it over, Colton relented. Everything else was absolutely perfect, so if he could come to terms with Thomas' unusual upbringing, as well as the massive extended family he came with, because they were so happy together and because Thomas repeatedly assured him Quiverfull wasn't for him, Colton was in. 

But to be fair, sometimes, people's wants or beliefs change. Again… 

What Colton didn't know at the time was that many of Thomas' siblings had felt and thought just the same before they got married. They didn't think Quiverfull was for them anymore either, so they went out in search of normalcy with their respective partners. But same as Thomas did, after finding it, they changed their minds. 

Colton was never opposed to children… Like Thomas (or so he thought,) he wanted to have a few over the course of several years. He knew both of them were going to be great dads, so when his new husband expressed his desire to start their family two months after their October wedding, right around Christmas, Colton agreed. 

It was sooner than he would've liked, but Thomas coupled the request with one of his killer smiles and told him it would make the best Christmas present. As such, Colton stopped taking his birth control and they officially started trying for baby number one. 

Colton had always been an excellent gift giver but he really hit it out of the park his first Christmas married to Thomas. His doctor estimated they'd conceived on Christmas day, making his "present" all the more special. Making it very much less was the fact he spent the next several weeks almost constantly puking his guts out, but once the morning sickness passed, things thankfully got better. The rest of Colton's pregnancy was easy, the exception being getting used to all the changes happening to his body, none of which he could say he was a fan of, but Thomas sure seemed to be. 

The day the next family reunion started was Colton's first due day. As such, he worried about traveling, but Thomasassured him he'd be fine. Having reached forty weeks with a baby who weighed around 10 lbs, Colton felt like a whale, but when he got to the Campbell compound, he suddenly felt downright twiggish. Ten of Thomas' siblings (male and female, and blood or by marriage) were also due that weekend. A few were also only having one baby, but their pregnancies (and all they entailed) were notably bigger than Colton's. 

But even the other singleton carriers' size "advantage" paled in comparison to the Campbell's expecting multiples… One of Thomas' sisters was overdue with quintuplets, so she claimed the "whale" crown for the long weekend. 

New to the whole pregnancy game, Colton thought for sure someone would go into labor during the reunion, but no one did, himself included. Over the two and a half days, there were several different bouts of contractions, lots of belly rubs and awkward hugs, but no one burst despite looking like they were seconds away from detonating. Everyone, including Thomas' pregnant again (this time with triplets) mother, congratulated he and Colton on "finally" starting their own "brood," but when their mom or dad weren't around, many of the Campbell siblings gave their brother shit, jokingly (or so Colton thought) telling him he needed to "step up his game."

Colton went into labor for the first time two days after he and Thomas returned from the reunion. He was five days overdue with an 11 lb baby by then so to say he was ready to give birth was putting it mildly. While his contractions got to be pretty intense, overall, labor and delivery weren't as bad as he thought it was going to be. Less than an hour after Colton started pushing, he'd given birth to he and Thomas' first child, a son they named Henry, after Colton's dad. 

*****

Thomas took to being a father quicker than his husband did. Given his upbringing, mainly the fact he'd been surrounded by children and taught to help since he was old enough, this was to be expected, and one aspect of the Quiverfull culture Colton appreciated. It didn't take him too long to get the hang of this or be happy with his new little family either. 

That being said, he was still getting adjusted as Christmas neared. Henry was only just over two months old by then so he wouldn't remember any of it, but Colton and Thomas still went all out with decorations and gifts for their firstborn. When Thomas asked him what he wanted for Christmas that year, Colton only half jokingly replied, "A tummy tuck!"

 He'd gained over 50 lbs during the pregnancy, at least twenty of which he was still struggling to shed. Breastfeeding was helping, but two months after giving birth to Henry, Colton's belly remained too round and protruding for his liking. And then, there were his breasts…

As soon as he started putting them to use, they began to grow even more than they already had. Right before Henry was born, Colton had still been able to squeeze himself into his C cup bras, but one of the first outings he made after getting home from the hospital had been to the mall, where he purchased some new bras two cup sizes bigger, just to be safe. He thought for sure two would be enough but as Christmas approached, Colton found his new bras too tight to comfortably wear for long, no matter how much or frequently Henry fed from him. 

Thomas laughed, fully thinking the request for a tummy tuck was a joke. Knowing (at the time, anyway) that he had maybe another couple kids to have before he needed to seriously consider a cosmetic procedure, Colton told his husband all he could really think of that he needed were some more, bigger bras. 

As soon as he did, Thomas stopped laughing and grinned. "Great!"

"I wouldn't call it great," Colton frowned. "It's a lame present, but like I said, that's really all I need now that I have you and Henry," he relented with a smile only half as bright and charming as his husband's. 

"I think it's great because it might mean it won't be so hard to convince you to give me what I want for Christmas," Thomas replied, slightly softening his smile. 

"And that would be..?"

 "Another baby!"

 Colton laughed long and loud, thinking Thomas was the one joking now. When he realized he wasn't, he stopped laughing, totally aghast at the suggestion. "Henry's only two months old! I…"

"I know. I just…"

 "Oh my God!" He realized. "No! No!" He shook his head. "You swore to me all this Quiverfull shit isn't for you! Isn't for us!"

"Because it isn't!" Thomas insisted. "Well, not all aspects of it…"

 Colton groaned and rolled his eyes. "What does that mean?!"

Thomas swore (again) that he didn't want to have a giant family like his own, but like it, he wanted he and Colton's children to be close in age. He reminded his husband their plan was to have a few anyway, so why couldn't they have them as close as possible so they'd grow up with good, close relationships like he and his siblings had? (Stupidly) thinking he was helping his case, Thomas also pointed out that Colton had yet to get back in shape following having Henry, so…

So after some more back and forth, Colton once again relented, but only because Thomas had made a good case for the kids being close in age. It would make things hard to deal with, but like he said, also nice in the long run. His husband also unfortunately had a point about him not having gotten back in shape yet, but to be fair, Colton had already considered this too. 

So once again, Thomas got what he truly wanted for Christmas, while Colton got some (very) nice, bigger, more comfortable bras. Yay… 

The second time he got pregnant, it was also with just one baby. He and Thomas' second born was another boy, who they named James, after Thomas' paternal grandfather, who'd recently passed away. Colton gave birth to James the day after he, Thomas and Henry returned from the next Campbell family reunion, where once again, Thomas was ribbed by his siblings for not having yet stepped up his game. 

Despite him being bigger by nearly a pound and a half, James' delivery was even easier than Henry's had been. Not only did Colton know what to expect this time, his body had gotten better at it. 

Having a one year old and a newborn took some more adjusting, but thankfully, not much. Less than Colton expected, anyway, so when Christmas approached and Thomas requested his usual gift, he agreed again, but with the preface that next year, his husband was going to have to come up with something else to ask for because three babies back to back was enough. 

Since three children was enough for him, not long into his third pregnancy, Colton really planned on sticking to his guns because he ended up pregnant with triplets! If he thought he'd gotten big when he was pregnant with Henry and James, he had another thing coming… 

This time around, carrying three big (per usual) Campbell babies, Colton got massive. When he and his growing brood showed up at the next reunion, for what (very) little it was worth or mattered to him, his husband didn't get teased this time. He and Thomas received compliments all around, but most especially, him. 

That year, even though he was just pregnant with triplets, Colton happened to be carrying the most babies, so he was the biggest Campbell in attendance. While his belly was the biggest, his breasts weren't, but they were bigger than they'd ever been for him, so there was that consolation… His tits were each the size of a volleyball, constantly bloated with enough milk to soon feed his five children. 

Usually, carrying multiples results in smaller babies, but apparently not when those babies have Quiverfull-inspired Campbell genes… Due on Sunday, Colton and Thomas' triplets each already weighed 11 lbs, and there was plenty of delicious food available to him, which Colton couldn't help but indulge in. Most of the time, he didn't even have to go get it… 

Because everyone, even the other preggos, all insisted on doting on him. Not only did Colton appreciate this as it made things slightly better, he actually slightly appreciated that he'd finally been able to do Thomas proud, because he wasn't ever going to get the chance to again. Next year when he and his brood showed up at the reunion, Colton wasn't going to be pregnant, which would take him from the biggest, the actual "whale"of the weekend to one of, if not the smallest.

That being said… Even if he wasn't pregnant at the next reunion, after three back to back pregnancies, each of which was bigger than the last, Colton knew better than to think his belly would be completely flat again. As much as he wanted/needed a tummy tuck, with five young children under his care, he didn't see himself with the time to get one anytime soon. Still, Colton couldn't wait to lose his crown and as much flab and excess "baby weight" as he could. 

But despite what he'd told himself, and his husband, Colton showed up to the next reunion once again, about to pop… Thomas hadn't asked and swore he hadn't meant to, but because both he and his husband were so tired from taking care of their five children, ages three and under, both of them must've forgotten to use protection when they had sex on Christmas Eve… Oops. Big oops! 

His fourth pregnancy had only resulted in twins, so Colton kind of stuck to his plan to not be the biggest Campbell in attendance. This reunion, the honor went to Thomas' younger, recently married brother, Mark, whose husband, a fellow Quiverfull congregant, Isaac, from another stupidly big and bountiful family,  had "succeeded" in knocking him up with sextuplets on their first try. If Colton didn't know any better (but didn't he?) he would've sworn his husband was actually jealous…

Since he was still sometimes feeding James and Henry, and because the triplets: Ariel, Anna and Andrew, were all such good eaters, Colton's breasts continued to grow. Full as they constantly were, they were no longer perfectly round and perky… They'd finally succumbed to all the bloating and stretching they'd had to do, and now sagged to either side of his belly, especially when he wasn't wearing a bra. His nipples had grown to be so enormous, that even at a year old, the triplets still had a hard time fitting them in their mouths. 

While Thomas couldn't have been any happier, his husband couldn't have been any more in a daze. Colton was happy to a degree: he loved his children and couldn't imagine his life without them, but bad as it sounds, that wasn't necessarily good. With so many to constantly tend to, most of the time, Colton didn't even know what day it was? 

He was too preoccupied to realize Thomas hadn't even asked for anything that year. It didn't matter though because once again, whether either of them meant for him to, Colton got pregnant again… His fifth pregnancy produced his second set of triplets, but first of identical, following his first (and hopefully, only) pair of dental twin girls, he and Thomas named Evelyn and Emma.

When he found out he was having twins, Colton could barely process the revelation. He and Thomas were going to have ten children. As always, his husband couldn't have been happier. 

The next time, this time, Thomas did ask him to get pregnant one more time, swearing up and down that then, they'd be done. By then Colton had reached the point of thinking, what's one more? One more almost seemed reasonable compared to three pregnancies in a row resulting in twins or more (mostly more.) There was no way they'd have multiples again. They just couldn't. 

But they did. Seeing as they never really had anyway, things once again didn't quite go according to plan… Colton's sixth (and what both he and Thomas swore would in fact be his last) pregnancy resulted in quadruplets, bringing their child count to fourteen! Fourteen children, all six years and under. 

Thomas tried to soften the blow (along with the necessary move to the compound) by reminding Colton that many of his (many) siblings had far more children than that. As such, in some twisted way, even with four more on the way, they still had what some (twisted) people might regard as a "small" family. By that point, Colton didn't have the time or energy to even try to counter his husband's skewed logic. 

*****

When they finally got to the compound, closer to three hours had passed. As they pulled through the gates, Colton realized for the first time ever, he didn't know when he'd be leaving again? Close to self-sustaining, he wouldn't have to ever again if he didn't want to… He wasn't ready to venture down that rabbit hole yet, not that he would've even fit at the moment. 

While it was far from the biggest when compared to some of the others, the arrival of he and Thomas' brood was met with great fanfare. Their van, loaded with antsy and anxious children, was greeted by Campbell's almost as far as the eye could see, many of whom were holding homemade poster board signs and/or balloons, warmly welcoming them one last time. 

As he, his husband and many of their young children smiled and waved back, Thomas slowly drove through the crowd to their "cabin," which thanks to many handy Campbell's who already lived at the compound, had recently been expanded to better suit his brood's full-time stay. The home had doubled in size since Colton had last visited… An entire second floor had been added, including two more full baths and three bedrooms, bringing the total to six and eight respectively. As the children got older and/or God forbid, they had more, the place would need to be expanded again, but it would suit them for now. 

As Colton looked at his "new" home from his cramped perch, he couldn't wait to go inside. Presently, he wasn't the least bit interested in exploring any of the new space, he just very much wanted to go to he and Thomas' room (conveniently still located on the first floor,) and lay down. But there was much to do before Colton would get a chance to rest…

After Thomas parked, helped him out of the van and got him steadied on his swollen feet, he stood there wearing a forced smile as Campbell after Campbell welcomed him in the (bulging) flesh. He'd been around them many times by then, but now that Colton had truly become one of them, it made him think back to his first visit to the compound… Back then, he'd been overwhelmed by everything: the number of children, the number of pregnancies, the number of Campbell's in general. Over the years, the shock had (somewhat worn off, but now that he was more pregnant than ever before and stuck at the compound at least till he gave birth (four more times) it returned full force. 

After what felt close to an hour but had only been about fifteen minutes, Thomas finally slowly and gently guided Colton inside, using his quad-filled belly as a bulbous battering ram. All their external children were either playing with or being tended to by cousins and/or aunts and uncles, so the newly expanded home was quiet for a change, aside from Colton's heavy breathing as he lumbered inside. Thomas offered to give him a tour, but he declined, making a (very) wide beeline for their bedroom instead. 

"I need to… oooh. Pump!" Colton huffed out as he slowly lowered his ass down on his side of the bed. "I'm so… tight," he winced as he gently pressed against the side of his bloated yet saggy, basketball-sized left breast. 

"Of course, baby," Thomas smiled and nodded per usual. "But can you wait a little longer..? We actually have the place to ourselves…"

 "Do we really though?" His husband grunted as he looked down and out beyond his chest to his enormous belly. 

"Well, as close as we're gonna get…" Thomas chuckled as he started taking off his shirt. 

Tired, uncomfortable, and everything else as he was, Colton stopped grumbling and started watching. He'd seen his husband shirtless (and more) more times than he could count, but had yet to tire of the sight. Thomas looked the same as he had on their wedding day, maybe actually a little better thanks to the additional muscle he'd gained over the years, coupled with a slight, general thickening of his body. After neatly folding his shirt and setting it on the dresser, he stepped between Colton's legs, his trim waist bumping against the front of his enormous middle. 

"Want some help?" He asked as he placed his hands on either side of the mound, as always, mindful to not apply too much more pressure. 

Colton nodded and sighed. He'd gotten used to being pregnant more often than not, but this time had taken things, including his discomfort and ability (or more accurately: inability) to perform certain tasks, to the extreme, so he'd stopped turning down assistance if and when it was offered. 

He leaned forward as much as his quad-filled belly would allow so it wouldn't send him toppling back on the bed and then raised his arms. Still smiling down at him, Thomas took the hem of his shirt in his hands, his smile growing as he raised it. It became a full-on grin as he watched Colton's giant bra-clad breasts wobble as he lowered his arms, hands going back to the mattress on either side of him for some much needed support. 

After following his husband's shirt and setting it atop his (completely hiding it from view in the process,) Thomas moved back between his legs and then leaned in to kiss him on the lips. As he did, he expertly reached back and undid Colton's bra, causing him to sigh in simultaneous relief and discomfort as his mammoth, milk-filled mammaries dropped a bit more. Bra straps undone, Thomas moved his hands to grab the top of each enormous, thickly padded cup, and gently pulled them down at the same time, revealing Colton's engorged tits in all their saggy, bloated, and incredibly voluptuous glory. 

Following several, big(/huge), back to back pregnancies, it went without saying that unlike his husband, Colton looked quite different from the way he had back on their wedding day. Aside from his still handsome, now slightly fuller and more tired face, Thomas sometimes found it hard to believe he was still with the same man… To say the damage had been done, was an understatement, but could it really be called or considered "damage" when he absolutely loved and adored the results..?

Seeing as his husband had been some degree of pregnant for five out of the last six years, with just about two months between carryings, long gone and all but forgotten, were his pecs and abs. Of course, all still existed, just now in very different forms… Colton's pectoral muscles were now buried under copious milk and fat stores; and though his abdominals were stronger than ever from having to support so much weight and doing their part in pushing ten (and still counting) babies out, even if his childbearing days were soon going to be behind him, Colton was never going to sport a six pack again. How big his super stretched keg of a belly stayed, remained to be determined.

Having already had ten, large babies pass through it, once the bulbous  tip of Thomas' thick dick found his husband's hole, it sank in with ease. He and Colton moaned in sync as thick inch after inch of his cock slowly sunk in and he took a firm but loving hold of the saddlebags his man now sported on his permanently widened hips. 

It was moments like this, when despite everything, Colton didn't mind the unanticipated (if he could even really dare to call it that) turn his life had taken not long after getting married… He really did love all his children, he just (more often than not) wished he hadn't had so many of them, so soon. Each Campbell he and Thomas had produced was an undeniable blessing, but also, a lot of work. Soon-to-be fourteen children aside, another "benefit" of the Quiverfull movement he'd unintentionally joined, was the sex… 

Members of the movement weren't just strongly encouraged to procreate, but to also "express their bodily love" with their partners, frequently. That, Colton had never had a problem with, and was something he and Thomas both took to heart, most especially when Colton was close to having more of their children… For whatever reason, he was almost always unbearably horny at the end of a pregnancy, no matter how huge it and/or him had gotten. 

If there was anything "good" about him and Thomas not using birth control, it was that amazing feeling that coursed through Colton's body whenever his husband released deep inside it. Whether he was already pregnant at the time, or whether he meant to or not, Colton usually imagined the latest load he received to be doing the deed, or somehow, knocking him up even more.

At the moment, he didn't imagine himself getting knocked up ever again. Instead, he imagined he was being fucked on his back, because missionary was Colton's favorite position. Due to how quickly and how big his belly had grown this time around, he and Thomas hadn't been able to directly look at each other while they did it in over three months. 

Another thing he didn't enjoy about being so pregnant, was that right when he was at his most horny, most of the time, he didn't have the energy to go very long, even if Thomas did all the work and he just lay there, bulbous body quaking and shaking as he took it. Fortunately, not only was his husband a good man and father, he was a good lover too, so Colton could always count on getting his rocks off too before Thomas brought their latest coupling to an end. 

Their "new" home now officially christened, after Thomas cleaned them up, they lay on their sides facing each other, Colton still catching his breath. Thomas was pressed up against the front of his pregnancy, the enormous, lightly heaving orb dominating the king bed and keeping the rest of them far apart. The couple silently gazed at one another, their eyes heavy with love and pleasure. 

Thomas used the hand not supporting his head to rub the rounded upper side of Colton's middle. It was so tightly packed now, it hardly had any give, making the miles of stretch marks, some faded, some new, all the more prominent. Many people (his husband included) didn't enjoy the telltale signs of pregnancy, but Thomas loved them. If they ever had the time (or energy,) what he really would've loved to do would be to run his lips and tongue over them till he'd mapped out each and every single one of them, but unfortunately, they never did. Just imagining himself doing so made his spent but still semi-hard dick twitch again. 

Colton didn't want this quiet, tender moment to end but it needed to. "Babe…" he said quietly, breaking his husband's reverie. "I really need to pump."

 "Right," Thomas nodded as he leaned in for a kiss he hadn't been able to give Colton while he'd been inside him. "I'll grab the pumps," he said dutifully once their lips had separated. 

Due to how often Colton had to pump, they owned many breast pumps, the closest set being located in Colton's nightstand, but he didn't expect his husband to roll over and get them himself, so he stood and walked around the bed, his bobbing dick leading the way. Most pumps are able to accommodate the milk output of two breasts at the same time, but not if the breasts belonged to Colton. Not anymore, anyway… After some trial and error, he and Thomas had found that one pump per engorged breast worked best, but sometimes, that still wasn't enough to keep up with what he produced, especially not when he was really engorged.

A pump in each hand, Thomas climbed back onto the bed. As he did so, Colton rolled back a little, but not too much, keeping himself still mostly on his side as he couldn't handle being fully on his back anymore. The change in position caused his left breast to rise, mostly separating it from his right. Since it remained pressed against the mattress and therefore, under more pressure, Thomas started with Colton's right breast, attaching one of the giant suction cups he'd had to special order. Once he'd secured it in place, he turned the pump the cup was connected to on, and then moved to work on his husband's uppermost milk-filled mound, on which decided to take a little more time…

Each breast now close to being slightly bigger than a basketball, depending on their position and/or how engorged they were, it sometimes took Thomas both hands to properly handle just one of them. As such, he often wondered how his young children were able to do so? More often than not, he or Colton lent a literal hand, but sometimes, the kids (impressively) managed on their own. How any of them managed to fit their carrying father's enormous nipples in their mouth and then successfully latch on, was yet another frequent wonder…

The sources of what now usually amounted to about three gallons of milk each, each and every day, Colton's nipples were truly enormous. The nubs themselves resembled the caps of soda bottles, while the circumference of each nipple now neared that of a tea saucer. Like his abs and pecs, even after everyone had finally been weaned, Colton's nipples didn't stand a chance of returning to their original state, which Thomas didn't mind one single bit. 

He found the massive, light pink caps to be incredibly appealing and a huge turn on. Whenever he could, he paid them special attention, including presently as he reached out and gave Colton's left a gentle stroke with his right index finger, causing him to passionately groan. Almost always in constant use, be it pumping for or directly feeding his children, his nipples had come to be almost numb to stimulation. It usually took a very hard bite or pull to get much of a reaction, unless Thomas was the one doing the touching…

Be it hard or gentle, his husband's touch always got him going. Had they not been perpetually erect, Colton's nipples would've perked right up, but after so much use, they seemed to permanently be stuck at attention. His areolas on the other hand, had long ago lost their ability to contract at all. 

"You really are tight…" Thomas noted as he applied gentle pressure with the tips of his fingers to the bloated mound. 

"I… know," Colton replied, slightly panting as he nodded against the pillows beneath the right side of his head. "And I pumped more than I usually do to make the trip, so I don't get it?" He frowned. 

"You don't?"

 "No, I don't!"

 "It's pretty simple, baby!" Thomas chuckled. "They're getting ready to feed the quads, too!"

Colton let out a low, dismayed groan as he looked down and out as his breasts. "They are, aren't they?" He sighed as the lower half of his chin disappeared between his deep cleavage. "I really didn't think they could, but they're getting bigger! What kind of ball is bigger than a basketball?!" He asked with a roll of his eyes. 

"A kickball!" Thomas readily replied with a big grin and a generous lick of his lips as he took his husband's nipple between his index finger and thumb, and gave it a squeeze, instantly producing bountiful results. 

"Ohmygod…" Colton moaned as a thick and powerful stream of milk shot from his "Thomas" stimulated nipple. "Don't!" He scolded. "I can't waste any!" He said as he took his hand from the side of his belly, where he too had been tracing his stretch marks, and unsuccessfully tried to swat his husband's hand away. 

"Oh, don't you worry…" Thomas chuckled as he leaned forward again. "I don't plan on letting anything go to waste…" he promised right before he extended his tongue and set to lapping up all the milk now dribbling down the underside of his husband's left breast and that taut side of his quadruplet-filled belly. 

Given how much just one squirt had produced, this took some time. Once he'd gotten it all, Thomas moved his mouth up, latched on, and started sucking. 

"Oooh, yes!" Colton moaned again as both of his breasts were drained, the left in a much more pleasurable manner. 

*****

This year's reunion was different for a few reasons. For starters, Colton thought he'd go into labor during it because he was due on Saturday and he'd started having contractions soon after their arrival Friday afternoon, not long after he and Thomas finished christening their cabin. 

Over the next two days, they came and went sporadically, but frequently enough to always think about and make him wonder. He'd always carried past his due date, but he wasn't so sure he would this time. Colton was so big, he felt like he was about to blow, but once again, he made it through the long weekend. To be fair, for whatever reason, very few Campbell's ever went into labor during the reunion, but that's not to say many family members hadn't been born at the compound…

Which was another thing that made this year different. Thomas, Colton and their children didn't have to pack up on Sunday to return home. They were home now. As such, for the first time, Colton wasn't going to be giving birth at the hospital like he always had, he was going to give birth at the compound. Even though he was in early labor, he still didn't know how he felt about this, but what choice did he have now?

Colton was still pregnant on Wednesday, but finally in active labor. Over the course of the last few days, he'd finally made it up to the new second level of his home and looked around. The kids all loved their new rooms and were adjusting well to the move, so that was one less thing he needed to worry about, but he still had plenty of other concerns…

On Monday, after they'd dropped Henry and James off at the compound's school and left their other eight children in the care of two of Thomas' teenage nieces, he and Colton took a nice leisurely (aka, painfully slow) walk/waddle over to the on-site medical building, where Colton was examined by his husband's brother, Ed, who would be delivering the quadruplets. Ed was a fully trained and accredited obstetrician, so Colton had full faith in his medical knowledge and abilities. What he didn't feel so good about was his brother-in-law seeing (and touching) him while he was in such a state, but again, what choice did he have now?

"I know this is a little weird," Ed said from between his raised and spread legs as he examined him. "For you, anyway," he chuckled. "But if it makes you feel any better, I've seen just about everyone's stuff, including my own mother's!" 

Hearing that did not make Colton feel any better. It made him cringe, but he just smiled and nodded (even though Ed didn't see him do so thanks to his towing belly) and kept his very weirded out comments to himself. 

As of Monday morning, he was already five centimeters dilated, or halfway there. Ed guessed he'd go into labor by the end of the day, but he didn't. Like their ten older siblings, the quadruplets wanted to take their time. Colton woke up still pregnant on Tuesday, contractions still coming irregularly, so he and Thomas went back to see Ed, who performed another humiliating exam (to Colton, anyway, who'd yet to adjust to their new "closeness"), and announced he'd dilated two more centimeters. 

Thomas and Colton were both puzzled. Previously, by the time the latter was more than halfway dilated, he was having regular contractions. Ed explained that after several pregnancies, it was typical for the uterus to "have a little trouble getting going," but once it did, things would probably move along quickly. Colton believed that because once he was in labor and started pushing, each baby he birthed came quicker than the last. 

To get things going, Ed suggested the tried and true standards: nipple stimulation, sex and spicy food. Colton's nipples were already almost always stimulated, he was already eating as much spicy food as his poor, cramped stomach could handle, and he and Thomas were already going at it like rabbits. Exam finished, Colton was ready to go because speaking of his nipples, they were starting to leak because he was engorged again, and needed to either pump or feed someone. 

Ed took his legs from the stirrups, then the Campbell brothers helped him back onto his swollen feet. Thomas performed the honor of helping Colton back into his underwear and shorts by himself, because boundaries. Colton was making his way out of the exam room when Ed said something that ponderously stopped him in his tracks. 

"Whenever the babies decide they're ready, Jake and I will be too."

 "Jake?" Colton repeated over his shoulder. 

His brother-in-law nodded. "Peter's husband," he said, referencing one of his (many) younger brothers, who was somewhere around the age of twenty-five if Colton remembered correctly. 

"Right. I haven't met him yet," he replied. 

"None of us have," Thomas shook his head. 

"Why weren't they here for the reunion?" Colton asked because unless you had a really good excuse, if you were a Campbell, be it by blood or marriage, you always came to the reunion. 

"Apparently, their buyer had a bit of a financial hiccup during the closing, so it got delayed," his husband explained. "Mom told me they got here last night."

"Peter sold his condo?" Colton asked in surprise. "He loved that place."

"He did," Thomas confirmed. 

"So is Jake a nurse or something?" Colton asked Ed, wondering what his new brother-in-law had to do with his labor and delivery. 

"He's a school teacher. Elementary, which will…"

 "That's great," he cut him off. "So if he's a teacher, why is he ready for my babies?" He asked as he nodded down at his low hanging belly. 

"You didn't tell him?!" Ed frowned as he turned to Thomas. 

"Tell me what?" Colton also frowned as he turned to look over his other shoulder at his husband. 

"Sorry, baby," he frowned back. "It must've slipped my mind with our move and…"

 "What must've slipped your mind, Thomas?"

Ed jumped back into the conversation to (try and) assist his brother. "Peter asked me if there was a birth Jake could be present at. Since I knew at some point or another, you were going to give birth here, I told Peter I would ask Thomas, who was…"

 "Supposed to ask me…" Colton groaned in realization before turning back to Thomas. "You already said yes, didn't you?"

"I did…" his husband sheepishly replied. 

"Wonderful!" He rolled his eyes. "Well this'll be quite the introduction!" He huffed. 

"So that's a yes?"

"I can't say no now, can I?"

 "You could, but…"

 "It's fine…" Colton sighed. "If Jake wants to, he should see what he's in for now that he's married to Peter," he rolled his eyes again. 

Ed chuckled. "Oh, I'm pretty sure he knows what he's in for…"

 "Does he really though?" Colton huffed. "'Cause I didn't till it was too late! Well I did, but I didn't think it was going to apply to us!" He glared at Thomas. 

"Jake's the one who found Peter. Specifically because he…"

 "Fills quivers?"

 "Basically."

Colton grunted. "That's… interesting."

 "He's already pregnant," Thomas said with a smile, because a Campbell pregnancy was always something to be happy about. "Pretty sure he was before he and Peter got married, hence the shotgun wedding no one was invited to."

"When's he due?" Colton asked. 

"Not for another month," Ed replied. "I heard they were shooting for now, like pretty much everyone else, but their timing was off."

 "How many are they having?"

 "Peter didn't tell me," Thomas shrugged. "Did he tell you?" He asked his brother, who nodded. "OK, so..?"

Ed hesitated a few seconds before coming out, "Quints!" as he covered his mouth with his right fist. 

"Quints?!" Colton echoed, literally because he shouted. "On his first go?!"

 His brother-in-law/new doctor nodded before quickly clarifying, "But you didn't hear that from me. They wanted it to be a surprise."

"You sure Jake isn't related to you guys by blood?" Colton asked. "Between the whole Quiverfull thing and the surprises, I mean…"

 "Eww,  Colton!" Thomas frowned. 

He rolled his eyes. "That was a little much, I guess," he admitted. "But so are quints! Hell, quads are too much, and I've got five other pregnancies under my belt! If I still had to wear one!" He huffed as he took his hands from his back and palmed the protruding sides of his pregnancy for unnecessary emphasis. 

"Six pregnancies is nothing compared to how many some of our family members have had!" Ed dared to point out, with a chuckle at that. 

"Well excluding Campbell's, it's a lot!" Colton disagreed as he waddled off, deciding the appointment was now officially over. Behind his back, Ed and Thomas looked at each other and shrugged. 

On their way back home, Thomas stopped at one of the compound's many vegetable gardens and picked two big handfuls of habanero peppers to use to make something extra spicy for Colton. He would've loved for his husband's biggest pregnancy to go on a little longer, but knew he was getting miserable dealing with all these so far fruitless contractions. 

While a spicy one was unavoidable, Thomas didn't want Colton to be left with a bad taste about being pregnant. He knew Colton wanted this to be his last pregnancy, but the fact they were soon-to-be blessed with a total of fourteen children, wasn't the only reason they'd finally made the move to the compound… 

For what (very) little it mattered now, Thomas didn't think he'd broken the promise he'd made his husband back before he was even that… He'd changed his mind. He hoped that soon, the move would pay off, and Colton would see that their new living situation, surrounded by plentiful, helpful and loving family members, would make having more children an easier pill to swallow. 

If need be, he'd be willing to give Colton a break… If he had to, he could come to terms with going a year or maybe even two, without adding to their brood, but he really hoped he wouldn't. Thomas wasn't about to tell his husband, but he'd decided he wanted their family to be exactly like the one his mom and dad had: he wanted so many children, he'd have to really stop and think about how many. He wanted to struggle to remember all their names. 

Knowing that would really be a hard pill for Colton to swallow, Thomas was also willing to meet somewhere in between. Would twenty kids be enough? No… They'd probably have that many after just a few more pregnancies, or just one if he knocked Colton up with sextuplets! Would thirty do the trick..? Maybe, but why not shoot for the stars?! Why not be like his dad, who was still knocking his mom up annually..? Why not try and take their crown as the most abundant Campbell brood? That would be…

Highly unlikely, but potentially, incredible. A true blessing. The ultimate. Colton's "quiver" had a lot more filling ahead if Thomas was fortunate enough for that to be the case. It wouldn't be easy, because not only would they have to "beat" his mother, the reigning matriarch, but they'd also have to "out do" his siblings, some of whom also seemed to be gunning for the crown, now including Jake, who was off to an undeniably impressive start… 

*****

Very early Wednesday morning, Colton finally found himself really in labor. Not only had his contractions increased in strength, they were now coming regularly at seven minute intervals. While his water had yet to break, from experience, he knew it would soon. 

The quads were going to be born that day, after which, his pregnancy "career" would come to an end. 

What had finally jump-started his uterus remained a mystery… He and Thomas had had brief bouts of sex four times the night before, most recently, less than two hours ago. Any and everything he'd consumed since last being examined by his brother-in-law had been nothing short of nose hair burning, and he'd had a husband, child, or breast pump latched to him almost non-stop. Mostly, it had been pumps to feed his ten (mostly eight by then, but sometimes, Henry and James still didn't like to be left out) other children in the future, while his nipples and the bountiful reserves they capped weren't readily available as he was preoccupied un-occupying himself for the last time. 

Colton was surprised his stronger, regular and more frequent contractions hadn't roused his log-sawing husband, who was spooning him from behind, with his hand and arm dropped lovingly over the side of his belly. Then again, he wasn't, because Thomas always slept like the dead… Usually, it took an unusually fitful cry sounding through one of the many baby monitors, and/or a strong kick, punch, or poke from Colton himself to wake him and get him to go check on the child/children currently in need. 

That annoying factoid was yet another reason he was all but certain he was done getting pregnant. That being said, Colton had already noticed that living at the compound was a good thing… Someone trustworthy, loving and caring was always around to help out. Well, almost always…

None of his children were old enough to help yet, and none of his very extended family, helpful and loving as they all were, were such in the middle of the night/early morning to handle feedings, diaper changes, or fetch him snacks… Nocturnally, those tasks still fell on him and Thomas, which was unfortunate because Colton was hungry. Very much so, but he still wasn't about to wake Thomas and make him go get him something because he also had a busy day ahead of him, performing his (supportive) part bringing four more Campbell's into the world. 

So what to do..?

Had Colton's uterus not been clenching at regular, strong and uncomfortable intervals, he would've gone back to sleep. He needed the rest, but since he knew it wasn't coming, and since he didn't want to wake Thomas, he stewed for a couple more minutes, during which he had another contraction, this one stronger than the last. Once it passed, Colton did something that despite his curiosity, he'd never done before…

He took his hand from where it had been stroking his belly and moved it up till he was cupping his right breast. Like his belly, the orb was warm and taut, though it had a little more give. After taking a firm but gentle grip, Colton started lifting and pushing so that he was aiming his own giant, light pink nipple at his mouth. 

Craning his neck forward, he spread his lips and placed them down around his areola. Even if he'd opened his mouth as wide as it went, he wouldn't have been able to encompass the whole thing, nor would he have been able to suck, so he focused on his nipple at the center, shuddering slightly as he tickled it with his own tongue. It felt different from what the kids' tongues touched it, or even Thomas'. It felt odd… Almost wrong, but he'd already come this far and he still needed something in his stomach, so he latched onto himself and started to suck.

As soon as he did, his mouth was flooded. Even though he'd felt it dribble from and down his chest many, many times, Colton was still surprised by how warm his milk was. Having wiped plenty of mouths and his own flesh free of it, he knew how thick it was, yet he'd never consumed milk so thick, rich and fatty. It was no wonder his children grew so quickly, or why it had been such a struggle to wean James and Henry. Colton's milk was surprisingly sweet and filling. He would've considered it delicious had he not been the source… 

He was so engrossed in what he was doing, as well as slightly grossed out and in disbelief, that he didn't notice Thomas was awake till he felt his cock start to stiffen against his ass cheeks. 

"It's good, isn't it?" He asked quietly as he took his hand from Colton's belly and moved it up to help him hold his breast. 

"Mmmhmm," Colton nodded, his response muffled by his mouthful of milk and his lips tight suction around his nipple. 

"You must've been really hungry to finally cave and give it a try," Thomas chuckled. 

His husband nodded again as he stopped sucking. Before he pulled back, he used his tongue to make sure he'd lapped up all the milk he could so he wouldn't make a mess. 

"I was," he confirmed once his mouth was free. 

"You could've woken me."

 "You need your rest."

 "So do you."

"I know…" Colton sighed. "But I can't sleep."

 "Contractions?" Thomas asked. 

"Contractions," he confirmed. "Every seven minutes for the last hour."

 "So today's the day, huh?" 

"Seems to be."

 Thomas kissed him on the shoulder then released his breast, which Colton had  as well, sending the slightly drained mound plopping back down to where gravity pulled it. "I'll text Ed and Peter and let them know," he said as he rolled over and grabbed his phone from his nightstand. "Happy birth day, baby…" he wished Colton as he messaged his brothers. 

"Thanks. It's kind of weird…" Colton sighed. 

"What is?"

 "Knowing it's my last one," he replied. "Kind of bittersweet," he shrugged as he looked down and out at his pregnancy.

"Right…" Thomas replied, less than convincingly, which thankfully, his husband didn't notice. "Ed just wrote back and said to come in when the contractions are five minutes apart or your water breaks, whichever happens first. Peter just replied that Jake is super excited."

 "I'm sure he is…" Colton muttered. 

"I'm gonna arrange for everyone to be looked after today, then…" Thomas trailed off. 

"Then..?"

"Can we do it one more time, now that you've had a snack?"

 "Who said I was done?" Colton asked. 

"Oh! Um…"

 "I am…" he chuckled. "I was hungry and curious, but that was… weird."

 "It was insanely hot."

 "OK, weirdo!"

"Why am I a weirdo for thinking it was insanely hot to wake up to my super sexy husband sucking from his own tit?" Thomas countered as he snuggled back up behind him. 

"For many reasons!" Colton giggled as he wriggled his ass back against his husband's now fully erect member. "But yes…" he relented. "We can do it one more time."

 "Oh, please… Try to not sound so excited!" Thomas groaned.

"If either of us could get to my dick, you'd know how seriously excited I am."

"Oh yeah..?"

 "Yeah."

"Excited enough to give missionary another go?" Thomas asked.

"Thomas…"

"What?" He replied all innocently. "You don't wanna look into my eyes while I fuck your pregnant ass one last time?"

Colton moaned. "Ohmygod, do I?! But…"

 "I know it won't be comfortable, but I also know that unfortunately, I won't last long," Thomas admitted with a chuckle. "So..?"

 "It is my favorite position…"

 "I know."

 "And you're right about it not being comfortable, but really, nothing is anymore, so yes," Colton consented. "But even if it's quick, you better make it worth it!"

"Don't I always?"

 "You do," he confirmed. "But you really better this time seeing as the next time we do it missionary, I won't have one of the huge bellies you love, so enjoy it while you can and make sure I do too!"

"I will, baby," Thomas promised. Well half, because he had every intention of making sure his husband thoroughly enjoyed this experience, but didn't plan on it being their last with his belly brimming with babies…

*****

Following his last pregnant romp with Thomas, while his husband tended to the children, Colton pumped as much as he could. With so many other family members living at the compound either nursing or pregnant, there was plenty of milk to go around should his not be enough, but he hadn't quite come to terms with the idea of his children feeding from an aunt, uncle or cousin. If they ever did, he didn't want to know about it… 

Between the sex and all the nipple stimulation from Thomas or the pumps, shortly after breakfast (which he didn't eat,) Colton's contractions were coming every five minutes, meaning it was time to go back to see Ed. Even though he knew he was going to end up a hot, sweaty mess, before he left his new home for the last time as a pregnant man, Colton took a "quick" shower. 

He experienced another first when his water broke. By then, the process was nothing new to him, but it still always took him by surprise, the sixth time it happened being no exception. What was different though was that this time, there wasn't any clean up since Colton's water broke in the shower. Super convenient and highly recommended. It was so much better than when he'd been pregnant with the twins and his water broke in the middle of the produce section at the grocery store, bringing his shopping trip to an early end and earning himself more attention than giant (at the time, anyway) belly and breasts already had. 

All presented up for what little it would be worth, after drying off, brushing his teeth, and putting on deodorant, a slightly lighter Colton tottered out of the bathroom to the bedroom, where Thomas had laid out on the bed what he really hoped he wouldn't… 

His husband's mother wasn't just good at making babies. She was also an excellent seamstress, which often came in handy at the compound. She used her talents to create a "birthing gown" for any member of her extended family during their first pregnancy. While the size and shape (huge and shapeless) were all the same, everyone's was differentiated by the pattern of the fabric, color, etc. 

Colton's was a salmon color, with thin white, squiggly lines going across it horizontally. It wasn't ugly, but the only time he'd ever worn it was back during his first pregnancy, right before he gave birth, or so his mother-in-law believed… The truth was Colton wasn't going to be caught dead wearing the gown to the hospital, so he'd made Thomas take some photos before he was in labor, and then save them to send when he actually was. Now that a real, public hospital wasn't in the picture, even though Thomas' mother wouldn't be present for the births of her newest grandchildren, now that he lived at the compound, Colton knew he had to wear it.

Before Thomas helped him into the gown, he insisted he help him into a bra and jockstrap. Thomas protested, pointing out he hadn't worn either under his gown when he'd given birth at the hospital, but Colton pointed out it was one thing to give birth in front of medical professionals who were otherwise strangers, but another entirely to do so in front of family, most especially a member he was going to be meeting for the first time!

As his husband helped slide his gown down over his bulbous body for only the second time, Colton groaned. The gown (which was the same size as everyone else's) had always seemed so ridiculously huge to him, and had been the first and only other time he'd worn it. Back then, he'd only had one big baby in him compared to the four he did now, so needless to say, it fit quite differently now… It wasn't tight, but it definitely wasn't loose either. 

"You look great, baby," Thomas smiled at him as he stepped back to more fully take him in. "Can I take a picture to send to my mom?" 

"I guess…" Colton sighed. 

"Could you try to look happy?"

 "I am!" He groaned as he took his hands from his back and placed them under his lower belly, cradling what he could of it. 

"Well then can you try a little harder?" Thomas requested as he aimed his phone at him. 

"Thomas…" Colton said, his voice low, his tone warning. "If you don't take this stupid picture, I…"

 "OK, OK! Ready? On the count of three, say breastmilk! One, two, three!"

Colton wasn't ready for the picture, but he was ready to be told to say "cheese," which he had no intention of doing. "Breastmilk" came completely out of left field (did it really, though?) which made him laugh and therefore, smile. Thomas' mission was accomplished. 

"These are great," he said as he smiled down at his phone, looking at the images he'd captured in quick succession. "Mom's gonna love 'em. Dad too."

 "Wonderful…" Colton sighed as he stopped cradling and went back to fruitlessly bracing. "Now can we go?"

 "We can go," Thomas nodded as he pocketed his phone. 

Since Colton's water had broken and his contractions were stronger and closer together, this time, Thomas drove them to the medical building. He hadn't told his husband, but Ed had offered to do a home birth. Apparently, that's what most of his family/patients chose, but after ten hospital deliveries and their very recent move, Thomas didn't think Colton would go for it so he declined for them. Maybe next time though? Hopefully, there would be a next time…

If Colton thought the front passenger seat of the van had been tight before, he had another thing coming. Over the course of the reunion (and pretty much ever since,) aside from pumping, feeding and otherwise tending to his children, he felt like all he'd done was stuff his face. Being this pregnant required a lot of energy, but he might've slightly overdone it because he truly had to cram himself in. Fortunately, this ride only took a few minutes, versus a few hours.

Between the sex, pumping and the shower, he and Thomas were the last to arrive. One of Thomas' favorite cousins, Charlotte, who was a nurse, greeted them at the front door of the medical building with an extra-wide wheelchair she helped Colton lower himself into. As she pushed him inside, she and Thomas excitedly chatted. 

"Wait till you see Jake!" She gushed. "Peter really outdid himself!"

 "Oh yeah?" Thomas chuckled. 

"Oh yeah!" Charlotte confirmed. "And he's so sweet and nice too! He says he's gonna start teaching at the school after he has the quints, but we'll see if he actually follows through once he's got five external babies to take care of!"

"He'll have plenty of help if he wants it," Thomas rather needlessly pointed out. 

"Oh, of course! He's super excited and thankful to get to be part of your special day, Colton," Charlotte said as she gave him a pat on his shoulder. 

"Happy to help…"

"That's what it's all about living here, isn't it?" She sighed. "I'm so happy you guys finally came to join us!"

 "We are too," Thomas replied. 

Charlotte was right about one thing: Jake was excited. When he first laid eyes on Colton, he was just as big a ball of energy and excitement as he was babies. Jake's belly was huge. It was much bigger than Colton's, which he didn't think much of at first considering he was having one more baby, but then he remembered Jake still had another month to go and already, he looked like he was carrying two more than him. 

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" Jake gushed as he waddled over to greet Colton. "I'd give you a hug, but…" he trailed off in a giggle as he eyed their bellies. 

"Later," Colton smiled up at him from the wheelchair. 

"Your gown is beautiful! The color suits you so nicely! Mom's still working on mine and she won't tell me what color or pattern she used," Jake shook his head as he lovingly stroked his belly. "Wants it to be a surprise," he smiled. 

"The Campbell's like their surprises," Colton said with a chuckle. "Hope you do too…"

 "Oh I love them!" Jake nodded. "That's why we're not finding out what we're having," he said as he looked down at and stroked his belly some more. "What about you, do you know?"

 Colton shook his head. "We never find out."

 "So you like surprises too!" His newest brother-in-law smiled at him. 

"They're alright…"

 "Wow…" Jake shook his head. "Looking at you, I'd never know you were in labor! You're just so radiant and handling it so well!"

 Colton chuckled. "Thanks… I've kinda got the hang of it by now."

 "I'll admit, I'm nervous," Jake shared. "Which is part of the reason I asked to be here today, so thank you again for agreeing. But I'm excited too. Very!" He grinned. 

"I can tell…"

 "So, I heard you're planning on working at the school?" Thomas said as he, Ed and Charlotte helped Colton out of the wheelchair and over to the bed. 

Jake nodded. "I love kids! Everyone's! They really are such a blessing, and I want mine to grow up surrounded by lots of them!"

 "Well then you picked the right place!" Thomas laughed. "So your first pregnancy's been going well?"

 "Oh, it's been great!" Jake beamed. "I've absolutely loved it!"

 "Including the… morning sickness?" Colton grunted as he was helped onto the bed by Thomas and Ed. 

"I didn't have any!"

 "Of course you didn't…" he replied, rolling his eyes before he could stop himself. Thomas saw and shot him a look. Fortunately, Jake was too busy still rambling on about how much he'd enjoyed his first pregnancy to notice. 

"Everything's looking good," Ed said a few minutes later from between Colton's legs. "You're at eight centimeters, and your contractions are down to four minutes apart. We should start having some babies soon!"

 "Ooh, this is so exciting!" Jake gushed as he clapped his hands. "Isn't it?" He asked, switching from smiling to frowning when he didn't get the enthusiastic reaction he'd been expecting from Colton. 

"It is," his laboring brother-in-law nodded. "But it's also old hat to me by now, so sorry if I don't share your enthusiasm."

"How couldn't you though?" Jake pushed.

"Oh, I dunno…" Colton shrugged. "Maybe 'cause I'm about to have to push four GIANT babies out, back to back?"

"OK, baby…" Thomas said with a small, anxious chuckle. 

"Your babies are big, I'll give you that… Mine are giant!" Jake corrected with a boastful grin. "Ed thinks they'll each be close to 15 lbs when they're born!"

"Ooof!" Colton winced. 

"Contraction?!" His newest brother-in-law excitedly asked. 

He nodded. "But that's not why I winced," he switched to shaking his head. "I was thinking about how painful it would be to have had babies that giant my first time!" He shuddered. "I could handle it now, but my first time..?" He shook his head some more. 

"I'll be fine," Jake replied, suddenly soundly less enthusiastic, and rightfully so, but only for a second. "Do you mind if I take a look?" He asked Colton, his chipperness returning as he nodded down to where Ed sat between his legs. 

"Oh, um…"

 "That's fine, right, Colton?" Thomas asked as he gently rubbed his husband's closest shoulder, or so it seemed to everyone else… As he rubbed, Thomas applied strong pressure with his fingers, physically telling Colton to say yes.

"It's fine," Colton begrudgingly consented, forcing himself to smile and nod at Jake, who grinned and clapped again as he tottered down to the foot of the bed. 

Ed wheeled back on his stool so Jake could take his place. With a not so quiet grunt, the younger, heavily pregnant man squatted a bit and peered between Colton's thighs as Ed explained what he was seeing. 

"Wow! This is just… Wow! I can almost see inside of you!" 

"Cool…" Colton rolled his eyes as he glared at his husband. 

"Why are you wearing a jockstrap?"

"Because otherwise, not only would you be seeing inside of me, you'd be seeing my junk, and…"

 "It helps keep things out of the way," Thomas jumped in. 

"Hmm…" Jake grunted. "I'm pretty well-endowed, so that might be a good idea for me too."

 Of course he was, thought Colton. 

Jake was still peering away at him when his next contraction hit sooner than expected, this one notably stronger than the last. So far, Colton hadn't had any issues, but this one caused him to groan loudly and reach up and take Thomas' hand from his shoulder and squeeze it like a vice. 

"Oh, wow!" Jake excitedly exclaimed. "Your hole! It's like… opening and closing! A little wider each time!" He needlessly shared as he leaned in for a closer look. 

"You're definitely at ten centimeters now, Colton," Ed said, still clearly able to see despite having tenporarily given Jake the best view in the house. 

While he was relieved to hear he was fully dilated, Colton knew better than to get excited. Yes, he'd opened wide enough to start pushing, but in order for them to be meaningful, he still needed to wait till his contractions got closer together, somewhere between sixty and ninety seconds. 

"Almost there, baby," Thomas smiled down at him as he leaned in for a kiss. 

"I wanna… walk around. Really get things… going," Colton said between well-trained breaths. 

"I'll join you!" Jake said with a smile. 

"Please d…" Colton started to say, but knowing how he was going to finish, Thomas quickly jumped in.

"Please do!" He nodded and smiled. His husband shot him a look. 

Ed and Charlotte had just finished taking his legs down from the stirrups and Thomas was helping him sit up when all of a sudden, another contraction hit, and hit hard. Barely two minutes had passed since his last had ended, causing Colton to look from Thomas to Ed, both of whom looked equally surprised. He felt his nipples start to leak which previously, had always been an indicator that things were really about to get underway.

"Looks like things just got going on their own!" Ed said as he grabbed Colton's left leg and returned it to its stirrup, nodding at Charlotte to do the same with his right. 

"I think… so… too!" Colton huffed out, really putting his trained breathing to work for the first time during this labor and delivery. 

"Oooh, this is so exciting!" Jake practically squealed. 

"Just so you… know… Things won't go… this fast for… you…" Colton haltingly warned. "It takes… time and… experience to get… this good at… having babies."

"Oh!" Jake nervously laughed and nodded as his face brightened with embarrassment. "I know! Takes practice!" He nodded some more. "Maybe you can give me some helpful tips?"

He still found his excitement and cheerfulness to be annoying, but for the first time, Colton felt bad for his new brother-in-law. Jake was a newbie, who'd obviously bitten off more than he could chew (whether he'd admit it or not.) He realized there was a good chance that some of what he did and said was an act, probably done more so to convince himself he'd made the right choice marrying Peter and starting off their family in a very big way. 

"Honestly…" Colton replied once his unexpected contraction subsided. "There's not much to it," he shook his head. "The best advice I could probably give you is to listen to your body. You might not know what to do yet, but it does," he nodded. "That and push long and strong… Use the contractions to your full advantage."

"Oh, shoot!" Jake frowned. "I should've brought a pen and paper to take notes!"

His laboring brother-in-law chuckled. "You don't need to take notes… Just watch and learn."

 "Oh, right!" Jake nodded. "Ooh, wait! My phone! I can take notes on there, or…" his eyes widened as he took his right hand from his belly and started reaching for the back right pocket of his shorts. "I could take…"

 "No," Colton cut him off. "No pictures or videos," he firmly declined before throwing Thomas a quick look, daring him to say otherwise. 

"Right, OK! Of course!" 

"Alright, everyone…" Ed said as he donned a fresh pair of gloves. "Time to focus… Colton, I want you to push when the…"

 He didn't get to finish before the next contraction hit. Colton's eyes widened as he instinctively leaned forward and reached for his widespread knees. Thomas, who was also extremely familiar with the whole labor and delivery process, knew exactly what to do… As soon as his husband leaned forward, he worked himself between him and the inclined bed and helped keep him that way. As soon as Ed started counting, Colton bore down for the first time, tucking his chin to his salmon colored, gown covered breasts as Charlotte came and took her place at his other side, ready with a towel to wipe his sweat when the time came, which didn't take long… 

"I have to say, I'm impressed, Colton!" Ed commended after he'd reached ten. "Excellent push! One more like that, and you'll already be crowning!"

 "For the… first time of… four!" Colton huffed. "But… thanks," he nodded, even though he couldn't see anything of his brother-in-law but the top of his head on the other side of his belly. 

"Silly question, I know…" Jake said with another nervous laugh. "But what does it feel like?"

 "Right now?" Colton asked. Jake nodded. "Like I'm super constipated."

 "Baby…" Thomas rolled his eyes. 

"What?!" He huffed at him. "That's…"

 "Gross!"

"Maybe, but it's what it feels like!" Colton knowingly insisted. "Would you disagree? Oh, wait… You can't, 'cause you've never done this before!" He rolled his eyes at Thomas before turning back to Jake. "Sorry to be gross…" he rolled his eyes again. "But at the moment, that's exactly what it feels like. Like something should be coming out, no… Needs to come out, but isn't!"

"But it will soon!" Jake nodded and smiled encouragingly. 

Once again, Colton was surprised he didn't find Jake's enthusiasm annoying. Maybe the guy wasn't putting on an act? Either way, with more babies than ever to birth at "once," Colton wasn't about to turn down another cheerleader… Thomas was an excellent partner, but his encouragement tended to be a little subdued, especially some ten times in. Colton sort of appreciated this, but now found himself appreciating a more excited, more "new and shiny" kind as well. 

"OK, Colton…" Ed said as he checked the monitor, which was showing readings from the nodes he'd had Charlotte hastily apply to his pregnancy after that first "surprise" contraction. "Looks like the next one's about to come… As soon as I say, gimme another big, strong and long push, and you should have the first head out!"

A total of two more pushes was all it took for Colton to get the entire first baby out, a large girl, who Ed allowed Thomas to catch. With Thomas a little busy, without asking or being told, Jake took his spot next to Colton, which he appreciated. So much so that he was mindful as to how hard he squeezed his hand as he truly squeezed his first big quadruplet out. His hole had done a lot of stretching by then and the quads (thankfully) weren't the biggest babies he'd ever birthed, but the "first one" was always a bit painful, this time being no exception. 

"11 lbs 9 oz!" Charlotte announced a couple minutes later after quickly cleaning and weighing the baby, Colton's eleventh child. 

"Not bad…" he sighed, already feeling tired but thankfully, now a little less like he was about to burst.

"Take it easy. Get some rest," Ed suggested. 

"Easier said than done…" Colton grunted back as he felt another contraction starting to build. "Should I push?"

 Ed took another quick peek between his legs then emerged with a shake of his head. "Next one needs to descend a little more. Rest through this one then maybe we can start again with the next."

 "You're doing great!" Jake commended over the baby's first cries as he wiped Colton's sweaty brow. "That happened so quick! She practically shot out of you!"

"If you keep… getting pregnant with such… huge babies, it won't be… too long till they start… shooting outta you too!" Colton replied between huffs and puffs as he felt the next baby being worked lower by the contraction. He wanted to push but knew it wouldn't help, so he saved his energy. 

Charlotte was still tending to the first girl when his next contraction hit, so Colton and Thomas didn't get the chance to see her before he started pushing again. Thomas stayed between his legs with his brother beside him, telling him what to do, but after having caught his eleven children and counting, Thomas pretty much knew what he was doing. 

Once again, Colton delivered the baby in just three pushes. From start to finish, his second delivery of the day took less than five minutes. The second girl's exit from his hole was followed by a large gush of amniotic fluid, which soaked both Ed and Thomas, the latter especially, but he kept a firm and gentle grip on his newest born daughter as his brother did the honors of cutting the cord.

"Two waters," Ed noted as he fetched some towels so he and Thomas could clean up a bit. "That means you're having two sets of twins, or possible, one set of twins and two singletons, so you may have another water still to go," he said as he used a fresh towel to wipe down the bed between Colton's legs. 

"Whatever the breakdown is… they'll still be known as… the quads," Colton said as Jake dabbed at his face and offered some ice chips, his now much, much bigger belly forcing him to stand awkwardly to the side so he didn't clock Colton in the face with it. 

"Another big girl…" Charlotte said from where she was tending to the second baby. "12 lbs, 1 oz."

 "And she just shot right out!" Jake said, still amazed as he continued to dab. 

Since they hadn't found out what they were going to have, Thomas and Colton had picked out four boy names and four girl. Since they still didn't know what they were going to end up with, Colton used the time between contractions (which had tapered off a little following the birth of his second set of twins) to feed the girls. When making the gown, Thomas' mother had incorporated large flaps at the breasts, secured in place by Velcro for quick and easy feedings or pumping sessions when the need arose. The flaps could be undone independently but Colton undid both of them at the same time as Charlotte and Thomas approached, each with a baby in hand. 

"Oh, wow!" Jake said when he saw Colton's breasts, which were far bigger than his (especially the nipples). His eyes bulged as he looked from them down to his own impressive (and still perky) breasts, then back again. 

"Yeah…" Colton chuckled as he expertly took a baby in each hand, knowing exactly what Jake was thinking. "One more pregnancy, and you can kiss those perky tits and probably still normal-sized nipples, goodbye!" He said as he smiled down at his newest children. 

"That's OK!" Jake nodded, genuinely meaning it. He kept it to himself, but he hoped that someday, his breasts and nipples would be even bigger and fuller than Colton's enormous jugs and nubs. 

Colton had always found the typically short period of time when he was holding a baby (or two) in his arms, while he was still holding one (or more) in his belly, to be strange but comforting… In this instance, he knew he was halfway done, with only two more babies to get out before he'd never have to experience this odd feeling again. As the girls ravenously ate (the same as all their ten older siblings had,) another contraction wracked their birthing father's still bloated body, causing him to grunt, which sent one of their many uncles hurrying back between his legs. 

"So the third still needs to descend more," Ed announced after performing another quick but diligent check on one of his many brothers-in-law. "Another contraction or two, then we can start pushing again."

Who is we? Colton thought to himself. What you mean, is me… Your job's so much easier compared to mine, though mine isn't as hard as it used to be… he had to admit. Like Jake said, whether I ever wanted them to or not, babies just shoot outta me now!

Labor and delivery had become so commonplace that yes, letting Jake be there for it could be seen as helpful, but what he was witnessing wasn't necessarily an accurate representation of what he could expect, at least not for a while… While it was true that with each baby he had, things got a little quicker and easier for Colton, but they didn't really till he'd birthed his sixth child. That being said, pregnant on his first go with quintuplets, by just his second pregnancy, babies would probably start blasting out of Jake like oversized cannonballs too!

Thomas and Colton's newest children got to eat for another minute before Charlotte approached with two portable bassinets and took them from their feeding/birthing father one at a time. They'd started to doze, full from their first meal, so thankfully, neither cried. Colton was in the process of tucking his still dribbling left breast back into his gown when the third contraction since the twins were born hit. When it did, it was strong enough to make him groan loudly and forgot about all he was doing, including covering himself back up. 

"Alright, places, people!" Ed said as he clapped his freshly re-gloved hands together. "I've got a feeling this one's gonna come really quick!"

 He was right. Colton got the third baby out in just two pushes. He barely caught his breath between contractions, sending his firstborn son of the day flying into Thomas' waiting arms. Everything happened so quickly and he so "warmed up" and stretched out by then, that the fact the boy was quite the bruiser hardly registered. Colton only realized how big he was when he stopped pushing, opened his eyes and looked down to see "how small" his belly suddenly was. 

His newest child's expedited arrival was followed by another tremendous release of warm, somewhat sticky amniotic fluid, indicating he'd been carrying a set of identical twins and then two singletons. This release positively drenched Thomas, briefly causing him to fumble his latest progeny, but just like his husband, who was an expert at gestating and pushing out babies, he was an expert at catching them. 

Their son had just been taken by Charlotte when Colton tucked his chin between his still exposed, still leaking breasts and started pushing again without Ed having told him to. He understood his body and what it was capable of so well by then, that Colton knew the next baby was already in position, apparently eager to rejoin its wombmates, so he didn't let his next contraction go to waste. 

His unanticipated push sent Thomas and Ed scrambling, but they quickly regained their composure and watched in awe as Colton caused the fourth and final baby's head to start to push out of his well-used hole. His fourth, first push of the morning was another good one but by then, he was understandably starting to lose steam…

As such, just before the baby crowned, Colton stopped pushing, but he kept an expert-level amount of pressure applied, keeping the head where it was as he waited for the next contraction. Face beet red and dripping with sweat, he turned to look at Jake, who still seemed dumbfounded by how fast everything was happening. 

"Congrat… ulations," he nodded at him. 

"Me congratulations?!" Jake laughed. "For what?!" 

"You're about to… deliver a baby."

 "What?!" He laughed again, this time anxiously as he looked down at his enormous belly to make sure it was still there, which of course it was. 

Colton turned to look at Ed and Thomas, both still between his legs. Doing so was much easier now that his belly had lost three of its four inhabitants. He felt another contraction coming, so time was of the essence. 

"Can Jake… deliver the last one?" He asked his brother-in-law. 

"Oh my gosh, seriously?!" Jake shouted, hands shooting up to cover his mouth as he bounced up and down as much as he could, breasts and belly all doing the same. 

Colton nodded. "If it's OK with Ed."

 "What about me?" Thomas frowned. 

"You can give up the… honor… one time, can't you?" Colton huffed out as he reached through the contraction, fighting the very strong urge to push. 

"Yeah, I guess…" his husband sighed as he stood from the stool, stepped from between his legs and moved around the bed to swap places and roles with Jake. 

To keep him relatively clean, Ed and Charlotte hurriedly helped Jake into a gown, putting it on backwards and not bothering to tie it shut (not that they could've anyway.) Next, they got him into a pair of gloves, then helped him take his place on the stool Thomas had vacated. 

"Oh, wow!" Jake said once he was seated, belly filling his lap despite him having spread his legs as wide as he could. "The head's right there!"

 "Yeah, I know…" Colton replied through tightly clenched teeth. 

"Alright, Jake, you ready?" Ed asked. 

"Um, I think so?"

 "Don't worry…" he chuckled. "I'm right here behind you. It's pretty straightforward, but I'll tell you where to grab and when, OK?"

"OK," Jake nodded, then grunted as he leaned forward over his belly, sending it pointing more to the ground as he reached out like he was a quarterback about to catch a hiked football. 

"Ready when you are, Colton," Ed said. "But maybe if you could, don't send this last one flying out?" He chuckled. "My brother's an expert baby catcher, but…"

 "I've got it," Colton nodded, still applying strong but gentle pressure as he waited for the next contraction. 

He didn't have to wait long. With Thomas next to him again and his belly so much smaller, Colton was able to lean forward again and really push. Tired as he was, he could've pushed harder, but kept his efforts more measured for Jake's benefit. 

"Ohmygod!" Jake exclaimed as he gently cradled the baby's big head in his hands, per Ed's instructions. 

"I know all it would normally take you is one more…" Ed began to say. "But if you could, Colton…"

 "Two," the laboring man cut him off. "I can do two," he nodded. 

With his next push, he got the baby out to just above its waist. Standing over Jake's shoulder, Ed told him where to hold and how to keep the baby supported as they all waited for the next and final contraction. Truth be told, Colton was so loose by then, Jake could've just lightly pulled and the baby would've come out, but they waited. 

When it came, it did most of the remaining work, Colton only pushing lightly. In a weird way, he felt somewhat disappointed he hadn't gotten to give bringing his last baby, another girl, into the world his all, but there'd been thirteen other times when he'd had the chance, plus he was tired and there was still the placenta to get out. Now (mostly) empty, Colton finally let go of his knees, leaned back, closed his eyes and took a much needed break. 

"You did great, baby!" Thomas said as he planted a kiss on his sweaty forehead. "So great!"

 "Thanks…" Colton sighed. 

As he did, he moved his hands to his belly and frowned. With the enormous placenta his body had formed still inside it, his middle was still pudgy, but it was also very soft and squishy now that it was baby-free. Eyes still closed, he imagined his middle nice and firm again, not because it was full of babies, but because he somehow managed to get it back in shape. Colton knew better than to think this was possible, but it was still a nice thought.

With Ed and Charlotte tending to the babies, Jake's enormous belly kept him stuck on the stool between his brother-in-law's legs, staring at his gaping hole till someone helped him up. Quite used to performing such helpful maneuvers, Thomas left Colton's side to assist. 

"That was incredible!" Jake gushed as he pulled off his gloves and gown. "Thank you so much for letting me do that!"

 "You're welcome…" Colton tiredly smiled at him. "You just had your… first baby. Well, sort of…" he chuckled as he waited for his next and hopefully final contraction. 

Having grown to contain four big babies, the placenta was bound to be quite large itself. Much more pliable than babies, even when it took a few pushes, expelling the placenta was always easier. Speaking of babies, Charlotte announced over her shoulder that the boy weighed 12 lbs 6 oz, and the last girl weighed 11 lbs 9 oz. 

It took two pushes for Colton to get the placenta out. Ed had the "honor" of catching the mass and then promptly disposing of it. After, he gave his brother-in-law one last check to make sure everything was fine "downstairs," which it was. 

"Everything should be good to go for you to get pregnant at Christmas again!" Ed cheerily informed, because of course Colton was going to get pregnant again. Why wouldn't he?

Colton didn't bother correcting him. That was a conversation for him and Thomas to have later. Right now, all that mattered to him was that he was finally done, but not really… 

The most recently born babies still needed to have their first meal, so Charlotte handed them over. As they ate, Thomas stood to Colton's left, Jake to his right, all cooing and fawning over the latest additions to the Campbell brood. 

"Do you have names?" Jake asked. 

"We have four of each picked out, so now all we have to do is pick which ones," Thomas replied with a quiet chuckle. 

"How 'bout Erica, Emily, Ethan and Emma?" Colton suggested. 

"I like it," Thomas nodded in agreement. 

"If I wanna have babies when everyone else does, I'll only have a month to recover between this pregnancy and my next, but wouldn't it be so fun to be pregnant together?" Jake smiled. 

"So much…" Colton exhaled, not bothering to inform his other brother-in-law that this had been his last pregnancy. 

"I can't wait!" Jake clapped quietly as he went from smiling to grinning. 

*****

It was Christmas Eve and Colton was exhausted. Like most of his others, the "quadruplets" were good babies, but only two months old, they required near constant attention. Between them, his ten other children, decorating for Christmas, wrapping the mountains of presents "Santa" would bring that night, and getting ready for Jake, Peter and their quints to come over for dinner, Colton couldn't remember the last time he'd had a moment (quiet or otherwise) to himself. 

But he was happy. He hated to admit it, but he did like living at the compound. It did make things (slightly) easier and it was nice to not be gawked at when he and his family were out and about. At the compound, they were "normal," out in public, not so much… 

Since giving birth to the quads, Colton's belly had tightened back up, but after six big pregnancies, it remained quite prominent, making him look like he was about six months along with one baby, but he could live with that since it was nothing compared to the belly he'd last grown. And speaking of growing…

While his belly had been shrinking, his breasts continued to grow. Each was now easily the size of a kickball and were constantly engorged despite their frequent draining. Hardly a moment passed when there wasn't a child, pump or husband touching or otherwise attached to both of them. 

Peter, Jake and their five one month old babies were half an hour late, but Colton didn't say anything about it when they finally arrived because he could tell the new dads were slightly frazzled and sleep deprived. What he did say (after wishing him "Merry Christmas!" ) to Jake was how good he looked… One month after giving birth to five, 15 lb babies, Colton would've never guessed he'd recently been so pregnant had it not been for his big(ger) breasts. Jake had carried one more baby and an additional 25 or so lbs, but bulging breasts aside, he was so slim, the lucky bastard! 

Dinner was nice but quick. Jake and Peter had to get the babies back and in bed before performing (needless) Santa duties themselves. After cleaning the kitchen and getting their own brood to bed, Thomas and Colton sat on the floor in the living room, hastily wrapping the last of the presents. 

"I just realized something…" Colton said as he added the box he'd just finished wrapping to James' pile in front of the tree. 

"What's that, baby?" Thomas asked as he finished wrapping one of Emma's presents, even though he, his husband or one of the other kids would have to unwrap it for her. 

"You never asked me what I wanted for Christmas."

 "No, I didn't," he confirmed. "But you didn't ask me either."

 "I know."

"Don't worry…" Thomas chuckled. "I'm sure you'll have something under the tree from Santa in the morning."

 "Yeah?" Colton quietly chuckled back. 

"Of course!"

 "Bigger bras?" He groaned. 

"What else do you need?"

 "Thomas…"

"Bigger bras have kinda become a given, haven't they?" 

"Unfortunately…" Colton sighed as he looked down at his breasts. 

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see if that remains the case this year…" Thomas teased with a wag of his brows. 

"Well I won't keep you waiting… I'll tell you now that I didn't get you anything," Colton frowned. 

"That's fine," his husband shrugged. "I have everything I need."

 "Do you though?"

 "I think so?" Thomas nodded. "We have our family, our health, a nice, happy family… What else could I need?"

 "More."

"More what?" He frowned this time. 

"Children. You want more, don't you?"

 "I do…" Thomas cautiously replied as he slowly nodded. "But…"

 "Ask me what I want for Christmas, Thomas…"

"OK… What do you want for Christ…"

 "More."

 "More…" he raised his brows. 

"Babies!" Colton smiled at him. 

"Seriously?!" He asked, instantly breaking out into one of his glorious grins. 

"Yes!" His husband confirmed with a big, happy laugh. 

"But… But you… You…"

 "I know what I said, but when I really got to thinking about it…" Colton momentarily trailed off in a sigh. "I decided I'm not done yet," he shook his head. 

"You're sure?"

 He nodded. "I'm sure. Does that make you happy?"

 "It does!" Thomas grinned and nodded. "But does it make you?"

 "It does," he nodded some more. "So that's what I really want for Christmas this year."

 "More babies…"

 "More babies," he confirmed. 

"Well then let's get the rest of these presents wrapped and get to it!" 

"Please!" Colton moaned. 

"Oh my God, baby…" Thomas groaned back. "If you somehow didn't already know, I love you!"

 "I know you do…"

 "And I'll love each and every one of the babies you give me as much as I love…"

 "I know, babe," Colton chuckled. "Now shut up and keep wrapping, so we can go make some more!"