Neighbors - Part 9 (Patreon)

Struggles and Stories

The Preggo Swap week turned out to be far more exhausting than either Chris or Ryan had imagined. At first, the idea sounded almost fun—two pregnant dads spending time together, helping each other through pregnancy while their wives got a break. The idea of fucking constantly also sounded appealing. But it was evident that managing work, three kids, and two advancing pregnancies at the same time was closer to survival training than anything else.

Every afternoon followed a similar chaotic rhythm. By the time Chris and Ryan finished their workdays and drove home, Tammy and Renee were already waiting nearby to hand over the kids and disappear for the rest of the evening. The entire responsibility of the household fell on the two pregnant men.

Some days, Ryan arrived home first.

His body had grown thicker and heavier than he had ever imagined possible. His belly stretched the front of every shirt he owned, pushing so much forward that it constantly pulled at his lower back. Even walking across the driveway sometimes made him pause to catch his breath. And finding the three boys waiting for him made it all even harder.

Josh would immediately start talking about something that had happened during the day. Jeremy would begin running around the living room like a small tornado. Rory was still small enough to require constant attention and often fussed without any specific reason.

Within minutes, despite the exhaustion, Ryan stood in the kitchen with Rory resting carefully against his shoulder while trying to stir something on the stove. His belly pressed against the edge of the counter as he leaned forward, and his free hand rubbed the underside of his belly while the babies kicked inside.

“Okay,” he would say to himself while shifting his weight. “We can do this.”

Behind him, Josh would ask a question about dinner, Jeremy would drive toy trucks across the floor making loud engine noises, and Rory would grab Ryan’s shirt with tiny fists. Most nights, by the time Chris walked through the door, Ryan looked like he was on the verge of collapse. Chris would usually stop in the doorway, taking in the scene: Ryan standing at the stove with a baby in his arms, his oversized belly pressed against the counter, sweat on his forehead, while the two older boys ran circles around the living room.

“You okay?” Chris would ask carefully.

Ryan would sigh and smile a bit. “Not really, but I can’t complain.”

Chris always jumped in to help, taking Rory from Ryan’s arms or distracting the boys while dinner finished cooking.

When Chris arrived home first, things weren’t any easier. His belly was smaller than Ryan’s, but carrying twins still made everyday tasks far more difficult than they used to be. His belly pushed out a lot from his otherwise lean frame, and it had begun to slow him down considerably. It didn’t matter how simple things could seem; he still struggled.

Trying to manage Josh and Jeremy’s endless energy while also soothing Rory and starting dinner quickly overwhelmed him. There were evenings when Chris stood in the kitchen holding Rory against his shoulder while staring at the stove in mild panic.

“Okay,” he would say to himself. “Food first. Everyone needs food.”

Meanwhile, Jeremy would be asking where the crayons were, Josh would want to go outside, and Rory would start crying again for no obvious reason. When Ryan finally arrived home during those evenings, he often found Chris looking as worn out as he felt.

“Rough day?” Ryan would ask while lowering himself carefully into a chair.

Chris would sigh. “They’re wonderful kids. But they have unlimited energy.”

Ryan would laugh while rubbing his belly. “Tell me about it.”

Even with both of them working together, the evenings were chaotic.

They were both dealing with the more physical side of pregnancy as well. Their backs ached all the time. Their feet swelled after long days. The babies inside them moved frequently, especially after meals, which sometimes made it difficult to sit comfortably.

Ryan’s appetite had become ridiculous by that point. The six babies inside him demanded constant fuel, and if he went too long without eating, his stomach would begin to growl loudly enough for the kids to hear.

“Dad,” Josh said one evening while staring at Ryan’s belly, “are you hungry again?”

Ryan nodded, rubbing his belly. “Yeah,” he said. “The babies want a snack.”

Jeremy looked impressed. “They eat a lot.”

“Probably because your dad is having a lot of babies,” Chris said playfully, making the babies laugh. “Six mouths to feed.”

Ryan groaned playfully. “Let’s not think about that too much.”

By the time night came, they were so tired that the idea of doing anything apart from collapsing into bed seemed impossible. Sex was out of the question. Occasionally, they lie side by side, laughing about the Preggo Swap.

“You know,” Chris said one night while staring at the ceiling, “I think our wives may have taught us a lesson.”

Ryan chuckled tiredly. “What do you mean?”

“Only three kids,” Chris continued, “and we’re barely surviving.”

Ryan caressed his belly. “And we’ve got eight more on the way between the two of us.”

Chris smiled. “Thankfully, we’ll have our wives to help when that happens.”

Ryan nodded. “Oh, yeah.”

“Also, thankfully, we’re not planning to have more kids like this,” Chris added, rubbing his belly. “I don’t think I could survive another pregnancy.”

Ryan didn’t answer, and Chris noticed the silence but decided not to push. Instead, he moved closer, and the two of them cuddled tightly.

By the end of that exhausting week, they reached Saturday, March 28th. Both men were officially 28 weeks pregnant. By this point, Chris weighed about 225 pounds, about 40 pounds heavier than before the pregnancy, and most of that weight was right in his belly. Ryan, on the other hand, had grown rounder, weighing about 301 pounds—a gain of about 75 pounds since the pregnancy began, and his whole body had thickened.

That morning, they woke slowly, tangled together in bed. Chris lay on his side behind Ryan, with his belly pressed tightly against Ryan’s lower back. Both men wore only boxer briefs because their bodies were constantly heated up, and heavy blankets or thick clothing were uncomfortable, no matter how cold the room was.

Chris stirred first, instinctively pushing himself closer until his belly pressed more firmly against Ryan’s back. His hand moved over Ryan’s middle, caressing the taut skin. The movement stirred Ryan from sleep, making him groan.

“Morning,” Chris whispered.

Ryan rubbed his face and blinked toward the window. “Morning,” he replied.

Chris’s hand continued moving over Ryan’s belly. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

Ryan let out a tired laugh. “Honestly?” he said. “Like I’m about ready to pop.”

Chris chuckled. “You’ve still got a while before that happens,” he said.

They would have happily stayed there longer, but the reality of the day was far from it. They had three boys to care for, so staying in bed wasn’t an option. Their bladders didn’t leave them many options either, as they could barely deal with the need to pee.

“I need the bathroom,” Ryan said, groaning a bit.

Chris nodded. “Same.”

Getting out of bed had become a slow process by that point. Both men pushed themselves upright, supporting the weight of their bellies with their hands as they stood. Ryan waddled toward the bathroom first, with one hand pressed against the small of his back. Chris waited patiently, rubbing his belly while the twins moved inside.

After they had emptied their bladders, the morning routine began.

Feeding the kids, getting them dressed, managing breakfast—it was exhausting even before the realization hit them that the kitchen was running dangerously low on food.

Ryan opened the refrigerator and stared inside. “We need groceries,” he said.

Chris sighed. “You’re right. But I hate going to the grocery store.

Ryan texted Tammy asking if she and Renee could watch the kids while they ran to the store, and the reply came quickly: “No babysitting today. You deal with it.”

Ryan stared at the message. “They planned this,” he complained.

Chris laughed nervously. “Looks like we’re taking everyone with us.”

Getting the boys ready and cleaning Rory up turned into a whole event. Between showers, clothes, diapers, and the general chaos of three young kids, both men were sweating and breathless by the time they finally made it to the car. Chris drove as Ryan reluctantly admitted that sitting behind the steering wheel had become difficult. His massive belly pressed too close to it, leaving very little room—it scared him a little, but it also made him oddly proud.

By the time they arrived at the grocery store, they were already exhausted again.

Chris lifted Rory into a stroller while Ryan grabbed a shopping cart. Walking through the store with three children and two obvious pregnancies drew attention. Ryan’s shirt rode up slightly every time he reached forward, exposing the lower belly. His shorts stretched tightly across his thick hips and massive ass. Chris wasn’t much less noticeable. His belly pushed firmly against the front of his shirt, and he frequently rubbed it absentmindedly.

The entire scene looked almost absurdly fertile: two heavily pregnant men surrounded by three kids, moving slowly through the aisles while filling a cart with food.

Ryan grabbed items, filling the cart with bread, pasta, fruit, snacks—anything that caught his attention. Every time he saw something appealing, he tossed it in without hesitation.

“Ryan,” Chris said at one point, looking into the overflowing cart, “we don’t need that many cookies. One box is enough.”

Ryan shrugged. “The babies disagree,” he replied.

Josh and Jeremy happily joined the effort, tossing snacks into the cart whenever they spotted something they liked. The whole thing quickly turned into a chaotic family grocery hunt.

Then, Chris picked Rory up and wandered briefly toward the baby supplies aisle. A couple standing nearby watched him curiously, and the woman smiled.

“You have a lovely baby,” she said politely.

“Thanks,” Chris replied, smiling back at her.

“Is he your only one?” she asked.

Chris smiled and absentmindedly rubbed his belly. “He is,” he said. “For now.”

The couple exchanged a look as Ryan approached, pushing the cart. Their expressions turned into shock when they noticed Ryan’s enormous belly and the two boys trailing behind him. They had no idea what was happening, but they could tell something was going on between the two men with the bellies and the kids around them.

“Uh, congratulations,” the man said awkwardly before quickly steering his partner away.

Ryan blinked and looked at Chris. “What was that about?” he asked.

Chris shrugged. “No idea. They were asking me about Rory.”

A few aisles later, they discovered a sampling station where a young employee was handing out small food samples. Both men approached eagerly, and within minutes, they had eaten almost everything the poor employee had prepared.

He stared at them in stunned silence while Ryan patted his belly contentedly.

“Sorry,” he said shyly. “It was delicious, though.”

The young employee only nodded, unsure how to respond, as both men kept walking and rubbing their bellies. They looked undeniably pregnant, but it was supposed to be impossible, so people stared in confusion, not realizing what was really happening.

The rest of the weekend was just as chaotic, and by Sunday evening, both men looked as if they had just finished running a marathon. Between chasing Josh and Jeremy around the house, lifting Rory in and out of his stroller, cooking meals that Ryan’s constant hunger demanded, and dealing with their pregnancies, they had barely found a moment to sit down.

More than once, Chris had joked that the wives had clearly set them up for this chaos on purpose. “I swear they planned every second of it,” he said that night, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his belly while the twins moved.

Ryan was beside him, breathing slowly. “They definitely did,” he replied. “They’re evil.”

Chris laughed. “Still, it was fun.”

Ryan smiled. For a moment, they enjoyed each other’s company even though they had spent the whole week without having intimacy. Sex was a fantasy with so many things going on.

When the Preggo Swap week ended, they returned to their wives, and both men felt strangely proud.

Tammy could tell Ryan had been through a difficult period when they were together. “You look like you fought a bear,” she said.

Ryan sighed, rubbing his belly. “We had three kids to handle, and I have six babies moving all the time inside me,” he said. “That’s basically the same thing.”

Tammy chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “So? Was it hard?”

Ryan laughed a bit. “Hard? I almost fell asleep standing up while making macaroni.”

She laughed even harder and stepped closer, giving his round belly a playful rub. “Good,” she said. “Now you know what it feels like.”

Ryan rolled his eyes but smiled.

Tammy tilted her head slightly. “So, did you two spend the whole week having tons of sex?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

Ryan flushed bright red. “Of course not!” he said quickly, which in this case happened to be the complete truth. “We barely had time to sit down.”

Tammy laughed again, clearly satisfied with the answer.

Across the street, Chris was having a similar conversation with Renee.

“Was it that bad?” Renee asked with a grin.

Chris let out a long breath. “Let’s say I have a lot more respect for what you do while dealing with a pregnant husband and a baby.”

Renee smiled and rested her hand on his belly. “Good,” she said. “That was the point.”

Despite the exhaustion, life slowly settled back into something close to normal—as normal as things could be with two pregnant men living across the street from each other.

Ryan continued going to work as always, though each day seemed to get a little harder than the last. His belly had grown so large that it made sitting at the office desk uncomfortable, and walking around the site drew constant attention. The other men didn’t know he was pregnant—only his boss knew that—but they definitely noticed how big he had gotten.

“Man,” one of the workers joked one afternoon, giving Ryan a sideways look, “what are they feeding you lately?”

Another guy laughed. “Dude’s got the biggest food baby I’ve ever seen.”

Ryan forced a grin, though the comments sometimes stung more than he liked to admit. His belly felt enormous by that point, heavy enough that he often supported it instinctively when he stood up. When the teasing got loud, he would shake his head and focus on his paperwork, reminding himself that at least his boss understood what was actually happening.

Meanwhile, Chris’s belly was smaller than Ryan’s but still obvious enough that his dress shirts had begun to strain around the middle. One afternoon, while he reached up to grab a file from a shelf, one of the buttons across his middle looked dangerously close to snapping.

A coworker whistled. “Careful,” the man joked. “That button looks ready to surrender.”

Chris blushed but laughed along with them, tugging his shirt back down while rubbing his belly absentmindedly. The teasing wasn’t cruel—mostly only curious jokes about his sudden weight gain—but it still reminded him of how much his body had changed.

A few days later, Ryan reached a point where even pretending everything was normal at work became impossible. The construction office trailer felt smaller every day, and the short walk from the parking lot left him breathing heavily. His belly pushed heavily against the edge of the desk when he tried to sit, and when he stood up, he almost automatically placed a hand under his rounded middle or against the small of his back. The crew still joked about his size, but the laughter had started to carry a concerned tone.

His boss leaned against the doorway of the office and watched him for a minute before speaking. “Ryan, we need to talk,” he said.

Ryan looked up from the paperwork, already guessing what was coming. He shifted in his chair and rubbed his belly where one of the babies had just kicked hard enough to make him gasp. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Figured that might be coming.”

They walked outside so the rest of the crew wouldn’t overhear. Ryan stood with his shoulders slightly back and his belly pushing forward under his shirt, looking every bit as pregnant as he felt.

The boss exhaled slowly. “Look, man. I don’t even know how to say this,” he began. “But you can’t keep showing up here like this.”

Ryan frowned. “I’m doing the work,” he said. “Mostly paperwork, but still.”

“That’s not the point,” the boss replied, lowering his voice. “Half the crew thinks you’re about to collapse. The other half thinks you’re going to explode.”

Ryan laughed at that despite himself.

“Seriously,” the boss continued. “Ryan, you’re getting bigger every week.”

Ryan instinctively rubbed his belly nervously. “I need the job,” he said. “With six babies coming, I can’t just stop working.”

The boss took a deep breath, still clearly struggling with the whole situation even after weeks of knowing the truth. “You’ve got PTO saved,” he said. “Six weeks of it.”

Ryan nodded slowly.

“And as your boss,” the man continued, “I can add another four weeks for medical leave. Call it whatever paperwork we need.”

Ryan blinked. “Ten weeks?”

“Ten weeks,” the boss confirmed. “Paid. Because frankly, it’s safer for the company if you’re not waddling around the job site looking like you’re about to give birth in the tool shed.”

Ryan flushed and looked down at his belly, which moved again as if the babies were responding to the conversation. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” he said.

The boss chuckled awkwardly. “Neither can I.”

They stood there for a moment in silence before Ryan nodded. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll work until I’m 32 weeks pregnant. Then I’ll take the leave.”

“Good,” the boss replied. “You come back a couple of weeks after the babies arrive; we’ll figure the rest out.”

Ryan extended his hand, and they shook. “Thanks so much,” he said.

Then, just as they turned to go back inside, the boss grinned. “Just promise me one thing,” he said, firmly looking into Ryan’s eyes. “Next time,” the boss said, “try not to get pregnant on my construction site. I have no idea how to manage things like this.”

Ryan blushed again, holding his belly as he looked down at it without answering.

Across town, Chris was having a similarly strange conversation in a much quieter office. His boss had asked him to step into the conference room after noticing for weeks that Chris seemed distracted and tired. They sat across from each other at the long, polished table. Chris adjusted the front of his shirt, which had become tight around his belly, and tried to look relaxed.

His boss folded his hands together. “Wilkinson,” he said calmly, “something’s going on with you. And I need to know what it is.”

“I’m just busy,” Chris replied.

“Busy, I understand,” the man said. “But you look exhausted, you’re distracted during meetings, and you’ve gained—” He paused and gestured toward Chris’s midsection, “…a noticeable amount of weight in a very specific place.”

Chris forced a small laugh. “Too many late‑night snacks,” he said.

His boss stared at him. “You’re a good lawyer,” the man said after a moment. “Which means you know that we know when someone else is lying,” the boss added. “And you’re not even trying very hard here.”

Chris sighed and looked down at the table. For several seconds, he said nothing. One hand moved to rest against his belly. “If I tell you something,” he said slowly, “you’re probably going to think it’s a joke.”

“Try me,” the boss replied.

Chris took a breath. “I’m pregnant,” he said.

The boss blinked, silent for what felt like an eternity. “You’re what?” he finally said.

Chris kept his hands folded over his belly, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. “Pregnant,” he repeated. “With twins.”

The older man leaned back slowly in his chair. He didn’t speak at all for a while. Instead, he studied Chris the way a lawyer studies a witness—carefully, patiently, looking for the crack in the story. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Let’s walk through this because the sentence you just said,” the boss continued, “doesn’t make any logical sense.” He gestured toward Chris with one hand. “You are a man.”

Chris nodded.

“And men,” the boss added, “do not get pregnant.”

Chris shifted slightly in his chair, with his hand still on his belly as he felt the babies moving more now that he was getting nervous.

The boss’s eyes narrowed, noticing the movement in Chris’s belly. “Your argument is not logical. But—,” he said, pointing toward Chris’s midsection, “we could focus on the evidence.”

Chris exhaled slowly.

The boss leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he examined Chris more closely. He scanned the young man’s face, shoulders, the stretched fabric of Chris’s shirt, and the unmistakable roundness pressing against the buttons.

“You’ve gained weight,” he said.

“Yes,” Chris replied.

“Mostly here.” The boss gestured again toward Chris’s belly.

Chris nodded again.

“You’re exhausted,” the boss continued. “You’ve been rubbing your belly during meetings. And when you stand up, you move like someone carrying extra weight in the front.”

Chris said nothing.

The boss leaned back again, running a hand across his chin while thinking. “So either,” he said, “you’re performing the strangest practical joke I’ve ever seen in a professional office or,” he paused, “you’re telling me the truth.”

Chris met his eyes and nodded once. “I’m telling you the truth,” he said firmly.

The boss sighed and rubbed his forehead for a while. “I’ve been practicing law for thirty years,” he said. “And I’m fairly confident this is the strangest employee meeting I’ve ever had.”

Chris laughed weakly. “You’re not firing me, right?” he asked.

The boss shook his head slowly, still looking stunned. “No,” he said. “But we’re definitely going to have to talk about your workload before those twins arrive.”

Chris nodded with visible relief, feeling a weight loose from his shoulders. He still had a long way to go before the pregnancy was over, but it seemed a bit easier to deal with now.

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