Neighbors - Part 8 (Patreon)

Preggo Swap

For a few days after the idea of the so‑called Preggo Swap was first suggested, Ryan and Chris acted as if it were nothing more than a strange joke—but were secretly excited about it. They still met after work in the corner of the lot before heading home to their separate houses. They would sit there talking, rubbing their growing bellies, and sharing small complaints about work, cravings, aching backs, and how their bodies kept changing week by week.

The subject of the swap kept coming up during those conversations, though neither of them wanted to be the one who sounded too excited about it.

“It’s a crazy idea,” Ryan said one evening, leaning back in the passenger seat while his hand moved slowly across his belly. “Us living together? That sounds like asking for trouble.”

Chris glanced sideways at him with a smile while caressing his rounded middle. “It does,” he agreed. “But it also sounds practical.”

Ryan snorted softly. “Practical. Sure.”

They knew that wasn’t the real reason the idea stuck in their minds.

These meetings had become the highlight of their routine. They talked for a few minutes, letting the tension of the day fall away. Then their hands wandered to each other’s bodies, caressing their bellies and comparing how much they had grown. Ryan would complain about the pressure of carrying six babies, shifting in his seat while blaming Chris’s monster cock for it. Chris would laugh and smile proudly, admitting that carrying twins wasn’t that easy, but he could only imagine how intense it would be to have six kids growing inside him.

The teasing compliments always led to something more.

What started as caring and touching always pulled them together, adding a kiss here, a rub there, and within minutes, they were moving into the backseat of the car. Their pants would soon be pushed down, and they were hard before either of them had time to think twice. The confined space made everything clumsy and awkward, especially now that their bellies had grown so much, but neither of them seemed to mind.

“If we actually did the swap,” Ryan said one afternoon while laughing, “we wouldn’t have to keep folding ourselves like this.”

Chris smirked. “You mean we’d finally have more room for your belly and ass?”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Or more room for that massive cock of yours.”

Chris smiled and pushed his cock deep into Ryan’s hole as if trying to make a point. “I’ve got the perfect place to fit it in,” he said, going balls deep. “But yeah, the swap could work.”

The idea felt dangerous enough that neither of them dared to commit to it, focusing on fucking each other’s brains out. One evening, the subject came up again while they were catching their breath. The car windows had fogged over from the cold air outside and the heat trapped inside the vehicle. Chris was on top, looking down at the sweaty Ryan, who was caressing his belly, trying to calm the sextuplets down.

“You know,” Chris said thoughtfully, “if we actually went through with it…”

Ryan looked up at Chris’s flushed face. “Yeah?”

Chris hesitated, then chuckled. “We wouldn’t have to limit ourselves to one round.”

Ryan stared at him for a moment, processing that, and then he burst out laughing. “That’s definitely not the comment I was expecting from you, counselor,” he said, wiping a hand across his face. “But you’re not wrong.” He shifted slightly, absently wrapping his legs around Chris’s hips. “It would be great if we weren’t rushing around trying to get back home before anyone noticed,” he added after a moment.

Chris nodded slowly. “Yeah. We could stay like this for longer.”

They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, clearly imagining the same thing. Then, Chris’s cock throbbed hard deep inside Ryan’s hole, making him gasp louder than expected as his ass cheeks flexed involuntarily in response.

“Okay,” Ryan said between chuckles. “Careful, big guy.”

“It’s not like you don’t like it,” Chris replied, grinning.

They laughed, and the decision had already been made somewhere in that moment.

A few nights later, both couples sat together in the Dorchester living room. Ryan rested one hand on his lower back while the other rubbed absent circles over his belly. Chris cradled his belly in both hands, leaning slightly forward as if it helped support the weight. They sat on one couch, with their wives sitting across from them.

“So,” Chris began carefully, looking at Ryan before continuing, “we’ve been thinking about the idea you two suggested.”

Ryan nodded beside him. “The Preggo Swap,” he added awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by the name.

Tammy grinned. “You say that like it’s illegal.”

“It kind of sounds illegal,” Ryan replied.

Renee laughed softly.

Chris cleared his throat. “Anyway. We thought we could try it. Slowly.”

“Slowly, how?” Renee asked, leaning forward with interest.

Ryan made a vague gesture with one hand. “Maybe start with a weekend,” he said. “Just to see how it goes. Two weeks sounds too long.”

Tammy’s eyes lit up. “Okay. It sounds great. I love it.”

Ryan groaned softly. “Of course you do.”

Tammy shrugged. “I’m just imagining Chris dealing with your midnight cravings,” she said, laughing. “I’m sure he’ll love waking up at 3 AM to go grocery shopping for strawberries and hot sauce, or pickles and chocolate.”

“Midnight cravings?” Chris blinked. “What?”

Tammy laughed. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Renee leaned back in her chair, smiling. “Ryan won’t have it easy either,” she added. “Chris gets emotional and pretty moody about the smallest things lately.”

Chris flushed bright red while Ryan tried not to laugh.

“Great,” Ryan said. “We’re both doomed.”

Despite the teasing, the decision remained. By the end of the evening, the two couples had agreed to try their first swap that very weekend—Saturday, February 28, the day both men were officially 24 weeks pregnant.

Ryan arrived early that morning, carrying a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. By the time he walked up the driveway, he was already breathing harder than he used to. At that point, he weighed about 285 pounds, and the extra weight was visible everywhere. His belly stretched his t‑shirt tight while his pants strained visibly over his thick hips and massive ass.

Renee was leaving when he arrived, pushing Rory’s stroller and a bag over her shoulder. She smiled knowingly at the two men standing there, and before leaving, she stepped up to Chris and kissed him, rubbing his belly with playful affection. “Have fun,” she said.

Chris turned red immediately.

Then she looked at Ryan. “Take good care of him. And don’t let him stay up too late,” she said, winking at him in such a teasing way that he also blushed.

Ryan swallowed hard but forced a smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

Renee headed down the driveway, pushing the stroller while Rory babbled inside it.

For a moment, the two men stood there in silence, in the most stereotypical pregnant poses imaginable. Ryan had one hand on his lower back while rubbing his belly with the other. Chris cradled his belly protectively, studying Ryan’s body up and down, and he couldn’t control the natural reaction to such a sight. Ryan immediately noticed and laughed.

“You eager for something, Counselor?” Ryan asked, looking at Chris’s lower body, where the bulge of his shorts was growing and tenting to ridiculous proportions.

Chris realized what Ryan meant, blushing even more. Still, he smirked and tugged at the front of his shorts to give his monster cock room to expand. “Maybe.”

Ryan grinned. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” he said while stepping closer. “Things haven’t exactly been balanced lately.”

Chris frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Out of the five days we meet each week at the parking lot,” Ryan said, reaching forward to grip Chris’s bulge, “you’re the one on top three or four of them.”

Chris blinked in surprise. “Uh? So?”

“So,” Ryan continued casually, “maybe we balance things a little.”

Chris stared at him for a second, then slowly nodded. “Fair point,” he admitted. “But don’t think I’ll let you go away without having my way with your massive ass.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Ryan said, loving how forward Chris was getting.

They leaned into each other to kiss slowly and passionately. Weeks of sneaking around, fucking in cramped backseats, and rushed moments caught up with them the second they realized they were finally alone in a real house with a real bed waiting upstairs. Chris’s hands instinctively gripped Ryan’s hips, feeling the thick flesh beneath the snug shorts, while Ryan stroked Chris’s thick 13-inch-long cock through the fabric, making him gasp and laugh.

They stumbled their way upstairs, barely breaking the kiss. Both felt almost desperate now that there was no need to rush. Ryan kicked his shoes off halfway down the hallway while Chris’s hands kept moving over Ryan’s thick ass, amazed again at how massive and round it had become. By the time they reached the guest room—where Ryan would be staying—they were both laughing, already tugging at each other’s clothes eagerly.

Ryan groaned softly as his shirt left his body, letting his bare belly push forward freely. Chris stared for a second, distracted by Ryan’s shape and size, and unable to resist the need to touch and caress it. Ryan shivered slightly at the contact and pulled Chris closer again.

“Stop staring,” Ryan whispered with a grin. “Bring that tight butt of yours for me to enjoy.”

Chris laughed and quickly undressed. He didn’t wait for more words and climbed into bed, getting on all fours for Ryan, with his massive cock pressing against his lower belly and his bull balls hanging heavily. “Go ahead, Dorchester.”

Ryan took a deep breath and caressed his belly before getting right behind Chris. He brushed his 8-inch-long cock against the man’s bubble butt and then pushed forward, going balls deep in one quick motion while resting his heavy belly on Chris’s back.

“Oh, fuck,” Chris groaned softly. “It feels so good this way.”

Ryan grinned, briefly pulling half of his cock out before slamming back into Chris’s hole with such force that the lawyer cried out. “And I’m only getting started, counselor.”

Hours later, both men lay on their backs in bed—sweaty, panting heavily, and exhausted but pleased with themselves. Their bellies felt tighter now, filled with a few cum loads each had pumped into the other. After waiting for so long for this freedom, they hadn’t been able to stop once they had started, going at it again and again.

Ryan shifted slightly and let out a groan while rubbing the underside of his belly where the weight pulled downward. Chris turned his head to look at him, smiling while his hand reached for Ryan’s belly again, feeling how firm and full it felt.

Ryan chuckled softly after a moment. “Okay,” he said. “Doing that in a real bed is definitely better.”

“It is,” Chris laughed. “I’m already liking this swap idea.”

They snuggled closer for a moment, but then Ryan’s stomach gave a loud growl. He looked down at it and rubbed the gut with both hands. “Well, counselor,” he said, “you’ve got six hungry kids here. And their dad, who’s starving.”

Chris rolled onto his side and leaned in to kiss Ryan’s belly. “Then I guess I’d better start cooking,” he said. “You’re waiting for seven after all.”

Ryan laughed. “And it’s all your fault. You and your monster cock’s fault,” he said, staring at Chris as he carefully pushed himself up from the bed.

They slowly waddled to the kitchen, still brushing against each other, caressing the curves of their bodies all along.

Over the next two days, the two men fell into an intimate rhythm neither of them had been able to enjoy before. With no need to sneak around or watch the clock, they kept finding their way back to each other again and again. It started with a kiss in the kitchen while Chris was making food, or Ryan leaning against the counter, rubbing his heavy belly while Chris’s hands wandered over his hips. Something as simple as that led them to another round of sex.

Their hormones were running high, and after weeks of holding themselves back in cramped parking lots and rushed meetings, they finally let their mutual need go. They laughed about it more than once, joking that the twins and the sextuplets were probably wondering why their dads suddenly seemed so energetic.

By Sunday afternoon, they were both tired and a little sore after the almost unstoppable pounding, but deeply satisfied. Every time they settled down, they swore they would take it easy for a while, but sooner or later one of them would brush a hand across the other’s belly or lean in for another kiss, and the whole cycle would start all over again.

“I’ll have a hard time walking out of this house,” Ryan admitted that evening, caressing his belly in the afterglow of yet another intense fuck.

“We never said this swap would be a one-time event, right?” Chris added, softly caressing Ryan’s middle. “We were too busy to struggle with cravings, emotions, and all that, so… I wouldn’t mind if we repeated it next week.”

Those words sealed the deal.

After that first swap weekend, both men returned to their routines noticeably lighter, as if something inside them had been allowed to breathe. They were physically heavier, but letting loose and enjoying each other’s desire was enough to help them deal with everything else.

Over the first week of March, they went back to work, their usual schedules, and daily meetings in the parking lot before heading home in the evening. They joked about how ridiculous it was that even after spending an entire weekend together, they still couldn’t keep their distance. The difference now was that neither of them felt as tense as before. Still, it didn’t stop them from slipping into the backseat of the car every evening. 

Somehow, those small daily escapes made everything easier once they got home. Ryan found himself more patient with the boys and less irritable when his body felt heavy and sore. Chris noticed he could focus better at work and didn’t feel as overwhelmed by the emotional swings of his pregnancy.

Their wives also noticed the change. Tammy and Renee could see that their men were more relaxed and dealing with the pregnancies better than they had been weeks earlier. So when the men suggested repeating the swap the following weekend, and then again the one after that, the women agreed.

However, even though they acted supportive, the wives were excited by how eager the men seemed. Privately, the women understood exactly why the arrangement worked so well—sex. Neither woman was naïve enough to believe the men were only talking during those evenings or weekends—they never said it out loud, but they knew. And while they had already decided their marriages were worth saving, that didn’t mean they intended to make life too easy for the men.

By mid-March, the women had their new arrangement set. Spring break was coming, which meant the Dorchester children would be home all week. Instead of the men spending weekends alone together, they would spend the entire week together—pregnant, working, and caring for the kids. The wives would stay nearby and help when necessary, but only as backup. As Tammy explained it with a teasing grin, they would basically act as nannies during the daytime while the men were at work. The moment the men got home in the evenings, the kids would be entirely their responsibility.

Chris and Ryan stared at them in stunned silence when they heard the plan. Neither of them liked how it sounded—it felt chaotic before it had even started. But neither of them could refuse either, because they both knew that pushing back too hard might make the wives rethink the whole swap arrangement.

So on the morning of Saturday, March 21, Ryan arrived at Chris’s house with Josh and Jeremy. Both boys were excited and chattering because they thought it was an extended sleepover adventure. Chris was already waiting with Rory in his arms. For a moment, the two men looked at each other, and their eyes said everything—this version of the swap was clearly going to be different.

They knew that privacy was about to become a rare luxury.

Within minutes, Jeremy ran straight toward the living room; Josh followed behind him, asking a hundred questions about where he would sleep, and Rory began babbling loudly from Chris’s arms. It felt as if the three boys—the baby included—had come up with an agreement to be as loud as they could be right at that moment.

Ryan waddled around carefully, rubbing the small of his back as his belly pushed forward under his shirt. “Alright,” he said softly. “This is going to be interesting.”

The chaos only spread from there. Jeremy asked for snacks. Josh wanted to explore the backyard. Rory decided it was the perfect time to cry for no clear reason.

Chris tried to juggle all three situations at once while carrying his heavy belly around the house. Ryan attempted to help but quickly discovered that chasing two energetic boys while carrying six babies was a recipe for exhaustion. Within half an hour, he was already panting, leaning against the kitchen counter while cradling his belly.

“Okay,” Ryan said breathlessly. “New rule. No running for a minute.”

Josh looked up at him innocently. “Why?”

Ryan sighed and rubbed his belly as a baby kicked on one side. “Because your brothers in here are throwing a dance party,” he said. “And your dad can’t keep up with so much.”

Right at that moment, Rory began crying again, which made Chris tense up. “I’ve got him,” he said quickly, lifting the baby and rocking him while trying to keep his balance.

At the same time, Jeremy ran past them with a toy truck, and Josh began asking when lunch would be ready. The house felt like it was spinning. Chris stopped in the middle of the living room, looking overwhelmed.

Ryan noticed and got right beside the younger man. “Hey,” he said softly. “Breathe.”

“I’m trying. But I didn’t think it would be so much,” Chris said, exhaling slowly as Josh and Jeremy continued running circles around the coffee table while Rory fussed endlessly.

Ryan took charge in the same firm way he did with his boys. “Okay,” he said loudly. “Everyone pause.”

The boys stopped, and Rory quieted slightly as Chris kept rocking him.

“Lunch first,” Ryan continued. “Then backyard time.”

Chris looked at him with relief. “You’re good at this.”

Ryan grinned. “After two boys, you learn some tricks,” he said. “Not sure if they will work with six, though,” he added, patting his belly and waddling toward the kitchen.

For a moment, Chris thought Ryan would cook lunch for them all. But as soon as they entered the kitchen, it became clear that his immense appetite wouldn’t let him focus enough to do so. The moment he smelled food, his stomach growled loudly, and satisfying his appetite became his only priority.

“Man,” Ryan said, opening the fridge to get a snack, “I’m starving.”

Chris laughed. “You’re always starving.”

“And it’s your fault!” Ryan answered, rubbing his belly. “You could’ve put twins in me. But no, you had to knock up with six! And now they’re kicking because they’re hungry.”

Chris chuckled, and since Ryan seemed too busy with his starvation to do anything else, Chris started cooking while the children also asked for snacks. Ryan leaned against the counter every few minutes to rub his aching back while eating something else. The babies inside his belly kicked frequently, especially when food was involved, and he would pause occasionally with a grunt while rubbing his rounded middle.

The rest of the day was just as busy and chaotic.

By evening, the men felt like they had run a marathon. They managed dinner, baths, and bedtime with varying levels of success. Eventually, Jeremy and Josh fell asleep in Chris and Renee’s bed, Rory settled in his nursery, and the house finally went silent.

Chris and Ryan collapsed into the guest room like two exhausted survivors of a long battle. Chris lay flat on his back staring at the ceiling, and Ryan sat beside him for a moment, watching him with a tired smile. Then, unable to resist, he reached down and slowly tugged at Chris’s pants, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down inch by inch.

Chris blinked in surprise and lifted his head from the pillow. “Hey, what—”

Ryan only smiled wider. “Relax,” he whispered, pulling the pants lower.

Chris grinned and lifted his hips, helping the pants slide down his thighs until Ryan pushed them the rest of the way off and tossed them somewhere near the foot of the bed.

For a second, Ryan only looked at Chris—at the massive soft cock resting lazily over Chris’s thigh—breathing a little heavier and then quickly removed his clothes. He pushed his shorts down his thick hips, struggling to get the waistband past his massive ass. The movement made him grunt as he straightened again, instinctively rubbing the underside of his belly.

Chris watched the whole thing with a grin, clearly delighted.

Ryan noticed and chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing,” Chris said, though his eyes were wandering over Ryan’s body. “Keep going.”

Ryan smirked and swung one leg over Chris’s hips before settling down on his lap, making sure that Chris’s massive cock was nestled right in between his massive ass cheeks. When Ryan lowered himself fully, their bellies pressed firmly against each other. The contact made both of them groan, and Chris’s hands went to squeeze Ryan’s hips.

Ryan let out a moan as he settled in place, feeling Chris’s cock starting to harden beneath him. Inside his belly, the babies shifted constantly, and Chris could feel the faint movements through the contact where their bodies met.

“The day isn’t over,” Ryan said playfully.

Chris laughed softly and lifted his hands to rub Ryan’s belly. “I’ve been waiting for this moment all day,” he admitted.

“I know. We didn’t have time to have any fun,” Ryan said, lifting himself again to line his ass with Chris’s hard cock. “We must make up for the lost time, so you better be ready to stay up all night, counselor,” he added, reaching back to direct Chris’s cock into the right angle and then letting his weight drop as the whole shaft went deep into his body.

“I still love this preggo Swap thing,” Chris said, adjusting his grip on Ryan’s hips as the older man started bouncing up and down on his cock.

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PN: Thanks to my dear friend woodywood101 for generating these pics to illustrate the scenes. (Go check out his Patreon content. You'll love it). He's been helping me with the plot for this story, so get ready for crazy stuff in the coming parts.