Billy's Choice - Part 8 (Patreon)

Antonio, Billy, and Callum went to a nearby bistro. Billy slid into the booth first, carefully given the size of his belly, and gently holding it as if it were fragile. The tabletop pressed lightly against his middle even when he scooted back because there was more of him now. There was more bulk at the hips, a more pronounced curve at the ass, and more roundness pushing forward. The space his bigger balls took between his legs also made him more aware of how small the spot felt for his new shape.

Callum couldn’t help but smile at the cute scene and took the seat beside Billy, in an unspoken choice to protect him, while Antonio sat opposite, evidently nervous as his fingertips drummed against the table.

The server poured water, kindly smiling at them and noticing the tension. Billy sipped to calm the heartburn that always hovered after a walk, but also to get the courage to face this meeting. His free hand kept moving over his middle, stroking and rubbing in a nervous habit that soothed him and quieted the babies’ fluttering. Callum noticed and rested his hand on Billy’s thigh to show him some support, even though he didn’t want to be there with Antonio.

“So,” Antonio began, a bit too casual considering the situation that tied them together, “twenty‑four weeks, right? How are the babies?” He said, looking down at Billy’s middle.

“They’re healthy,” Billy said. “Strong heartbeats, large for their stage, but that’s good.”

“Billy’s been doing everything right to keep them safe,” Callum added firmly, staring right into Antonio’s eyes as if trying to kill him with invisible laser beams.

“Good. Since the babies are mine, I want them—” Antonio began with an arrogant tone that made Billy’s stomach churn and Callum’s jaw tighten.

“They’re Billy’s,” Callum cut in, turned red with anger.

The politeness thinned, and the three guys stayed silent for a long minute. Billy felt heat crawl up his chest as the babies moved harder; the strain of sitting upright too long made his hips ache, and the soreness in his lower back reminded him how real this crazy situation was. He tried to focus on the menu, but his emotions were all over the place.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude,” Callum finally said, taking a deep breath and moving his hand away from Billy’s thigh.

“It’s okay. I’m trying my best here despite the situation,” Antonio said, but his voice made it sound like an accusation. “I’m trying to be part of it.”

Billy touched Callum’s thigh under the table before the taller guy could reply, then looked at Antonio. “I want you to be involved,” he admitted, looking down at his belly and then at Callum. “But I need calm. The babies need calm.”

Callum took a deep breath, Antonio nodded, and Billy could only look at them, unsure of what to do or what to say. Every second was more awkward, and Billy could barely handle it. Then, the server returned to take their order. Billy got plain pasta, extra butter, and natural juice. He ate slowly, aware of how Antonio watched him shift in his seat, scanning how his chest stretched the shirt, and how his bulk pinned him between bench and table.

Callum remained silent for the rest of the lunch while Billy and Antonio talked about childhood memories. It was evident that there was still a connection between them despite the tension, but Callum couldn’t tell if it was their old friendship still alive or a spark of something new—the spark of the passion that made them conceive the babies. Whatever it was, Callum preferred to focus on his meal and order Billy’s favorite dessert to make him happier.

When the check came, Antonio reached for it, but Callum had already placed his card down. Their eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like two invisible forces collided between them. It was evident there was a silent fight for Billy, and the pregnant guy could only rub his belly and sigh as he watched the scene unfold.

“We’ll talk again soon,” Antonio said as they exited the coffee shop. He leaned in, kissed Billy’s cheek, and softly caressed the round middle. “Take good care of our boys,” he whispered, loud enough for Callum to hear.

Billy blushed and nodded as Antonio walked away. Then, he looked up at Callum and saw the guy’s red and infuriated face. “I’m sorry,” Billy said, aware of how awkward the whole lunch had been. “I know it’s not easy, but… he’s the father of the babies.”

Callum took a deep breath for the millionth time and faked a smile to make Billy feel better. “It’s okay. I get that. You’re free to do what makes you feel better,” he said, drowning his anger to give Billy the peace he wanted. “Now, we have some things to get for Christmas Eve and the following days.” He quickly changed the topic, and Billy nodded to avoid the issue.

****

They exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve, ignoring the drama of the last few days and focusing on having fun. They sat on the couch, and Callum brought a pile of boxes he had prepared for Billy and the babies.

Callum gave Billy new flannel pajama pants, rommy at the back and at the front. “It’s a custom bubble‑butt edition,” Callum teased, leaning in and kissing Billy’s cheeks.

“Thanks. I really need it,” Billy responded, handing Callum a box with a digital photo frame where a short video of the babies’ last ultrasound was on repeat. “I thought you’d like to have a photo of them to remember how grateful we are for what you have done,” Billy said, seeing tears in Callum’s eyes and moving closer to rest his head on the big guy’s chest.

“I love it. You have no idea how much it means,” Callum said, kissing the top of Billy’s head as they looked at the grayscale picture moving. “I’ll always be there for you all,” he added, moving his hand over the taut belly as Billy nestled closer to him.

Billy melted as Callum’s hands slid to his hips to carefully apply some pressure to the outer curves where he carried so much new weight. Callum’s fingers moved along the curve of the pregnant body, drawing small patterns that made Billy arch and groan softly, torn between comfort and a sudden rush of horniness. Callum grinned and slid his hand under Billy’s pants to squeeze his bare ass and tease him.

“Do you like it?” Callum asked, shifting to have more access to Billy’s ample butt.

Billy nodded as a desperate sound escaped him. “Fuck, yes,” he said, almost begging as his breathing shortened.

Only a couple of minutes later, they were in bed, naked, passionately making out. Callum’s lips moved over Billy’s lips, jaw, and even his chest as his hand rubbed the taut belly and meaty hips. Billy’s chest was tender, and when Callum’s lips brushed there, he winced and laughed at himself, but Callum only smiled and kissed lower, exploring Billy’s pecs with his mouth until soft groans broke free.

“Oh, please! Why are you so good at this?” Billy asked, closing his eyes in pleasure as Callum intensified his attention.

Billy’s hands locked around Callum’s broad shoulders as if to steady himself, while his breath turned ragged, and moans escaped his mouth when Callum’s lips and tongue teased his nipples. Callum moved downward, kissing along the pregnant belly and whispering about how beautiful Billy looked. Then, the teasing moved lower as the exploring lips met Billy’s half-hard cock, immediately attacking it with such passion that the pregnant guy arched his back.

“OH! Callum! Callum! PLEASE!” Billy cried out, gripping the sheets as if holding onto them not to lose his mind in pleasure.

Callum’s hands fondled Billy’s overfilled balls, gently massaging them as his lips and tongue teased the tip of the cock. Then, Billy instinctively spread his legs and pulled Callum’s head up in an invitation to jump into something else. He was definitely desperate, and Cullum immediately understood the message, ready to fuck the pregnant guy.

Callum didn’t lose another second. He got in position and pushed forward, spreading Billy’s cheeks and stretching his hole with such passion that Billy’s guttural moans made the furniture tremble. It didn’t matter how many times Billy had felt Callum’s cock going so deep and stretching him so much; he could never get enough of it.

Callum bent close and pushed his cock all the way in, playfully biting Billy’s ears to tease him. “You feel that? You take me so perfectly,” he whispered, pressing further to accentuate his words. “You can’t blame me for getting mad when you look at another man. You’re so perfect for me, and all I want is to make you happy.”

Billy arched beneath him, clutching his fingers into Callum’s shoulders, gasping and barely able to focus. “Please—don’t stop, please, Callum! I only need you! I need you so badly,” he said between ragged breaths.

Callum started moving, back and forth, in and out, passionately and lovingly at first, but quickly gaining momentum to leave Billy in a blank-minded state. “I’ll leave you some gifts right here in this perfect belly,” he said. “I’d love to call these babies mine, but if it’s not possible, I’ll pump you up full of my kids.” It was a playful promise that made Billy tremble and whimper.

“YES! Do it!” Billy begged, feeling Callum’s cock leaking rivers into him.

Callum kissed him again and again, stealing Billy’s breath even more as the fucking turned so intense that the whole bed trembled. Billy’s eyes rolled, and his mouth was open in overwhelming pleasure as his moans thundered into the room. His pecs jiggled with each thrust, his belly shook rhythmically, his cock throbbed, and his balls bounced. However, right there, all his doubts faded; he couldn’t think of anyone but Callum, he couldn’t long to be with anyone else, and he only wanted to make the big guy happy, even when things weren’t that simple.

Minutes later, they were cuddling in bed, with Callum right behind Billy as their hands moved over the taut belly where the babies moved lazily. Then, they heard Billy’s stomach growling, and he groaned loudly. It was the second time that night, so both knew it was snack time again. Callum chuckled softly, kissed his cheek, and went to the kitchen. Billy could only smile when he saw the big guy’s perfect, bare body moving proudly to fulfill his cravings.

“He loves you all so much, you know that?” Billy whispered, looking at his belly and feeling two kicks that made him smile. “You agree? But things aren’t that simple. We can’t pull him into our mess when your da—Antonio is still around.” He stayed silent, pondering his complex reality and the fact that he needed to decide what to do before the babies were born.

A while later, Callum returned with cold roast potatoes, leftover pie, a bowl of ice cream, and fruit, everything he knew Billy demanded at night. The pregnant guy ate eagerly, half‑dreaming, and letting out little sounds of satisfaction while Callum sat beside him, softly caressing the rounded middle.

When Billy finished, there were crumbs on his lips and a blush on his cheeks, but Callum smiled, leaned close, and kissed him to clean the area with his lips. What began as a kiss always turned into something else. Billy ended up moaning happily while Callum pounded into him, over and over. It was a cycle they didn’t want to break. Every time the cravings woke Billy, Callum would satisfy the demands, and then they would have another round of passionate fucking before both drifted back to sleep again.

*

The following morning—Christmas—Billy woke ravenous despite how full he felt after the countless cum loads Callum had pumped into him. He devoured two boxes of cinnamon rolls, then leaned against the counter while Callum scrambled eggs and crisped bacon. They were still naked, and after breakfast, Billy sat on the big guy’s lap on the couch, face-to-face, while Callum oiled his stretched belly and teased him with a kiss whenever he pouted about waddling.

The babies rolled and kicked as if applauding. Billy blushed, and Callum grinned. “They like my technique. They’re loving the attention.”

“They like you, period,” Billy added, looking into Callum’s eyes. “We like you.”

“If that’s true, then come live with me. Full‑time.” Callum leaned in, kissing Billy’s belly while lovingly caressing his hips.

Billy smiled and sighed. “I practically do,” he said and melted into Callum’s body. “I want to. I swear I need to be with you all the time. But it’s not easy to say the words.”

“Which words?” Callum asked, wrapping his arms around Billy’s waist.

“That we’re—” He faltered. The word “boyfriends” still felt too small and too enormous for a guy who never pictured himself with another man. “That you’re mine and I’m yours. I’ve never felt like this before, so it’s not easy to understand it. Also, you’re way too good for someone like me.”

Callum chuckled, softly cupping Billy’s jaw and pulling him into a kiss. “I don’t need a label. And you are perfect for me; I don’t want anyone else. But no rush, the door’s open. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” Billy whispered, leaning in and kissing Callum’s lips again. “I swear I can’t comprehend how perfect you are,” he added, reaching between them to grip Callum’s cock. “Every single part of you is perfect.”

“I say the same,” Callum grinned, firmly squeezing Billy’s ass. “Wanna go again?”

“All the time,” Billy responded, slowly lifting his rounded body to line Callum’s hardening cock with his eager hole. “You’ll make me burst with so much cum before the New Year. But I can’t deny that I love it,” he added, sitting heavily and taking Callum’s cock in one move.

“It sounds like a challenge I’m willing to test,” Callum said, reaching for Billy’s softened chest as he started bouncing rhythmically.

They spent the following days eating, relaxing, hugging, and fucking over and over. By New Year’s Eve, Billy felt ready to burst with all the food he had eaten, the babies stretching restlessly, and immense amounts of cum that Callum had shot deep into him. Life felt perfect, but deep down, Billy couldn’t help but feel like it was too good for him—that Callum was too good for him. Each day, it was harder for him to deny how much he loved the big guy, so it was time to surrender.

At midnight on New Year’s Eve, Billy stood by the window looking out at the fireworks, only wearing the pajama pants Callum had gotten him for Christmas. Callum came up behind him, sliding his arms around his middle to caress and hug the heavy belly. Billy leaned back against him, sighing as Callum rested his chin on his shoulder, pressing his hips forward until his bulge nestled between the generous curve of Billy’s ass.

“Happy New Year, Billy. You’re glowing brighter than all those fireworks,” Callum whispered, swaying from side to side to the rhythm of a soft background song.

Billy laughed, placing his hands atop Callum’s. “That’s the cider talking.”

“Nope. It’s the babies making you glow,” Callum said, feeling the twins shifting beneath his hand. “Right, kiddos? Your daddy can’t seem to understand how good he looks.”

Billy smiled, enjoying Callum’s warm touch. “They’re saying hi,” Billy whispered.

“Yeah. These babies know their daddy loves to feel them move,” he whispered back.

Billy turned in his arms and kissed Callum, long and sweet. “They’re saying hi to us.” Billy smiled into the kiss. “They know their dad also loves to feel them move,” he added as Callum’s eyes widened and tears ran down his cheeks, momentarily unable to respond.

“Are you serious?” Callum said between kisses.

“Only if you want to. Being a dad is a big thing. No pressure. I know it’s a big responsibility, and the situation with Antonio is complex, but I’ve been—” Billy said, blushing and looking down at his middle.

“I promise I’ll be the best dad in the world. You have no idea how happy you make me,” Callum said, hugging Billy tighter and feeling the babies kick against his abs.

“And… if you still accept me, if you still accept us,” Billy said, looking down at his bulging belly. “I think it’s time to admit that here’s the place I want to be,” Billy said, blushing even more while caressing Callum’s chest.

“This place is yours. I’ll get everything ready tomorrow morning,” Callum said as they kissed passionately. “I’m already loving the new year.”

*

By January 2, Billy had officially moved in with Callum, and their routine turned more loving, somehow making the babies grow faster. Billy’s abdomen ballooned day by day, and the weight forced him to arch his back for comfort. His gait slowed to a careful sway as his hips bore the heavy load. His ass had always had a prominent presence, but now it felt like an anchor balancing the forward weight. Sleep required a fortress of pillows around his middle, his lower back ached if he stood too long, and stairs were a nightmare. However, with Callum by his side, he loved every single one of these changes.

But Billy’s body still had ways to surprise him. One afternoon in a bookstore café, a new symptom announced itself. Billy was mindlessly rubbing his belly when he felt a sharp tingle in his chest, like a pins‑and‑needles rush that made him gasp. The feeling deepened under the fabric, followed by a strange dampness that clung to his skin. He looked down and paled when he saw two wet spots spreading in the cotton, growing darker by the second.

Billy froze in confusion and disbelief for a moment, and then panic struck. He shifted in his chair as his nipples throbbed faintly and the wetness spread to his middle. “Callum,” he whispered, still terrified. “I think—I think something’s happening.” His hands moved uselessly near his chest, feeling the fabric stick to his skin.

Callum’s eyes widened, and he quickly guided Billy to the restroom. Despite the shock, when they removed Billy’s shirt, both gasped in awe at the sight of the plumped-up pecs—softer and rounder at this point—that kept leaking white droplets of what they knew was milk. “Okay, I wasn’t expecting you to lactate so early.”

“Lactate? You can’t be serious! What am I now, a dairy cow?” Billy said in panic.

Callum laughed and pulled out one of his tank tops from his bag to replace Billy’s wet shirt. “It’s only a faint leak. Your body is preparing to feed the babies. It’s normal.”

“I don’t think so,” Billy said, blushing but knowing Callum was right.

“It’s okay. Let me help,” Callum said, using Billy’s discarded shirt to dry his chest and belly up, applying gentle pressure around the nipples, making Billy groan, but at least managing to make the leaking stop. “You’ll have to feed two hungry babies; you’ll need all the milk your body can produce. And you’re already doing it. You see? You’re perfect for it.”

“You sound too excited about it. It’s not fun,” Billy said as Callum leaned in and kissed his softened pecs. The pregnant guy couldn’t help but smile at the loving action. “Okay, you make it hard not to enjoy it,” he said as Callum smiled and helped Billy put on the tank top that was evidently too big for him.

The challenges didn’t end there. Billy’s belly was bigger, his chest was filling up, his ass and hips felt thicker, and the hormones skyrocketing in his body made his balls produce cum at a wild rate. The fullness made the orbs heavier and tighter, stretching his scrotum and making it feel tender until walking was almost impossible. If he ignored it for long, the ache became unbearable, forcing him to stop mid‑task to catch his breath and handle the issue.

He needed to cum constantly to ease the pressure, and Callum was more than willing to help him out. Sometimes it was at dawn when the weight woke Billy early, and sometimes late at night when he could no longer concentrate on anything else, but every single time, Callum was there to make the process of release fantastically pleasurable.

Callum would make Billy lie back as his hands stroked the thick cock until the pregnant guy’s breathing turned to panting and his eyes fluttered shut. Other times, Callum used his mouth, locking his lips around the big head and teasing the slit with his tongue until Billy was gasping, moaning, and rolling his eyes as the unbearable pressure broke into a thick cum shot that often went down Callum’s throat.

The climax was always intense, and the amount of cum was immense, almost shocking each time, and his whole body trembled as his swollen balls slowly deflated. Callum would hold him through the aftermath, sucking, stroking, or kissing at all the right spots until Billy could wrap himself up and go back to something manageable again. The cycle repeated through the day, often going for it three or four times a day when Billy’s balls went into overdrive.

“You’ll make me look pregnant if you keep cumming so much,” Callum would joke after swallowing Billy’s enormous load that bloated his abdomen.

Billy grinned and rested his hand on Callum’s slightly rounded middle. “I think it looks good on you, but I love it even more when you’re the one filling me up,” he would say, winking and reaching lower to squeeze Callum’s bulge.

“Wanna go again?” Callum would ask, already knowing the answer.

“All the time. I’m yours and you’re mine now,” Billy responded as Callum slowly turned to get on top, brushing his hardening cock against Billy’s plump body.

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