Five Steps to Us - Part 3 (Patreon)

Trent kept kissing Jacob for a few more seconds, and his hand remained on the damp chest as more milk flowed abundantly. Trent’s brows knitted together in fascination as he briefly looked down at the darkened fabric. Jacob let out a small, embarrassed laugh, and his hand instinctively moved to cover himself even though it barely did anything at this point.

“You have no idea how often it happens now,” Jacob said.

Trent blinked and broke the kiss. “You’re getting ready to feed out babies. I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he said, looking down at Jacob’s tits more openly, smiling at the scene. “Hold on,” he added, reaching for the hem of the soaked shirt. “This is probably uncomfortable. Let me take it off if you don’t mind.”

Jacob hesitated for half a second, not because he didn’t want the help, but because he wasn’t used to it. For months, he’d dealt with pregnancy-related issues on his own, without thinking too much about it. So having Trent there, carefully removing the damp fabric, felt strange and incredibly natural at the same time.

Jacob gasped when the t-shirt came off, revealing his heavy tits and making them bounce a bit. Without the shirt, there was no hiding how swollen his pecs were. They looked nothing like the firm muscles he used to have—they were round, overfilled, and impossibly heavy, resting like overinflated boobs atop the massive belly. The skin stretched smooth and glossy, with faint veins tracing soft blue lines beneath the surface, toward his nipples.

The areolas were broader than he ever imagined they could be, darker and too pronounced against the flushed skin around them. At their center, his nipples stood swollen and sensitive, slick with milk that gathered and spilled over without warning. Warm trails slipped down in steady lines, following the natural curve of his chest before disappearing against the upper port of his belly.

Even as Trent watched, more milk beaded on his nipples, which showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. He froze for a second, looking closely. “Wow,” he breathed quietly.

Jacob felt his face heating up. “Don’t stare like that,” he mumbled, though his lips twitched with a shy smile.

“I can’t help it,” Trent said calmly. “I had never seen something like this.”

Then, without making a big deal out of it, he picked up the damp shirt and started wiping away the milk that had already begun to run down Jacob’s chest and belly. The moment the fabric brushed over his nipples, Jacob jolted. A sharp gasp slipped out of him before he could stop it, and his shoulders tightened as the sensitive skin reacted.

Trent froze mid-motion. “Too much?” he asked.

Jacob shook his head, though his breathing had already started coming in shorter bursts. “No, it’s just—” he swallowed, gripping the edge of the couch. “They’re really sensitive.”

Trent smiled and kept going, only moving more carefully. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll go slower.”

He adjusted his grip on the shirt, pressing it more gently and dabbing instead of dragging. Even then, every brush of fabric over Jacob’s swollen tits made him twitch as his body reacted before he could control it. His back arched slightly, lifting his belly as he sucked in another sharp breath.

“Oh, damn it,” Jacob whispered, laughing at himself. “It’s not the same when it’s not my hands touching them,” he added, trying to steady his breathing.

Trent watched that reaction with open fascination. Every flinch, every small sound, and every shift in Jacob’s posture was incredible. “Do they always leak this much?” he asked, seeing more milk coming out of the pregnant guy’s engorged nipples.

“Yeah,” Jacob said, blushing and smiling. “Pretty much every time,” he added, relaxing under Trent’s touch for a second. “You don’t have to do this, you know?”

“I know,” Trent said, not looking up as he carefully pressed the fabric against Jacob’s nipples, soaking up the warmth. “I want to.”

Jacob only watched Trent’s hands move slowly as he cleaned him up. The man who had only learned about the pregnancy minutes ago was wiping milk from his chest as if he had done it a hundred times before. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness—only care, patience, and the presence Jacob hadn’t realized how much he needed.

Jacob’s hand moved down to his belly, rubbing absentmindedly as the babies shifted beneath his touch. For the first time in months, something about all of this didn’t feel like a burden he had to carry alone.

Trent pressed the shirt against one nipple, holding it there for a moment. When he pulled it back, and more milk immediately followed, his brows lifted slightly. “They won’t stop,” he said.

Jacob let out a resigned sigh. “I know. They don’t stop unless I pump.”

Trent looked up again, curious. “Pump?” he repeated, tilting his head slightly and surprisingly excited. “You mean like milking yourself?”

Jacob choked on a laugh, and his blush deepened. “I mean,” he began, shaking his head, “that is a way to put it.”

“So I’m not wrong?” Trent asked, clearly amazed.

“Okay. I have to milk myself—constantly,” Jacob admitted, covering his face briefly with one hand. “But that comparison makes me feel like a dairy cow, so thanks for that.”

Trent tried to hold it together, but his eyes looked down at Jacob’s chest again, then back up, then down one more time—and he lost it, a laugh slipping out as he gestured toward the evidence in front of him—the leaking tits.

Jacob groaned. “Don’t you dare to say it.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Trent said, still grinning.

“You didn’t have to,” Jacob replied, barely able to contain his laughter.

For a second, they looked at each other, trying not to laugh at the situation, and it made something warm and familiar rise between them.

Then Jacob sighed, rubbing the side of his belly. “The pump’s in the kitchen,” he said after a moment. “On the counter. And, I mean, if you want to help.” He looked at Trent a little more shyly. “To make up for lost time.”

Trent didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and kissed Jacob before pulling back with a soft smile. “Stay right there,” he said, already getting up.

It took Trent less than a minute to find the machine. When he came back, Jacob instinctively reached out for it, but Trent pulled it back slightly.

“Nope,” Trent said. “You sit. I’ve got this.”

“But you don’t—” Jacob replied, trying to argue.

“I missed nine months,” Trent cut in. “Let me have this.”

Jacob blinked, then smiled. “Okay,” he said. “Okay, yeah. That’s fair.”

He shifted slightly on the couch, adjusting his position as best as he could while explaining how everything worked. Trent listened carefully, far more focused than Jacob expected, following each instruction.

“Alright,” Jacob said, guiding him verbally. “Bring the cups up here,” he added, gesturing to his heavy tits. And please be careful.”

Trent’s hands were surprisingly gentle as he positioned the cups against Jacob’s tits, careful not to press too hard against the sensitive skin. Jacob still gasped at the contact and instinctively arched his back.

“Sorry,” Trent whispered.

“It’s fine,” Jacob said. “You actually did perfectly. I’m just too sensitive.”

Once everything was in place, Trent looked at Jacob for confirmation before turning the machine on. Jacob immediately took a deep breath and sighed, feeling the immediate pull of the machine and how his nipples reacted to that with heavy throbs. Within seconds, milk began to flow, filling the containers faster than Trent had expected.

“Whoa,” he breathed, widening his eyes and leaning in slightly, watching with open fascination as the milk collected. The surprise on his face quickly changed into something brighter, almost delighted, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Jacob couldn’t help smiling at that. “I know it’s a lot to take in,” he said, rubbing his belly again as one of the babies kicked softly. “But at some point you get used to it.”

Trent sat down close beside him, sliding one arm behind Jacob’s back while the other moved to the side of his belly. His hand spread over the taut surface, rubbing his thumb as he watched the machine and the movements beneath Jacob’s skin.

After a minute, his attention focused entirely on the milk flowing. “Has this ever happened when you were outside?” he asked.

Jacob hesitated, then he shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”

Trent frowned a little. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Jacob exhaled slowly. “I haven’t really gone out in a while.”

“How long is a while?” Trent asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jacob didn’t answer right away. “Months,” he said after an awkward silence.

Trent blinked in shock, clearly not expecting that. “What? Why?”

Jacob let out a humorless laugh. “Take a guess.” He gestured to his body. “I didn’t really feel like explaining this to everyone who looked at me. People would stare if I came out.”

“That’s it?” Trent shook his head. “People stare at me all the time,” he said.

Jacob snorted. “Yeah, because you’re hot. That’s very different from being…” He looked down at himself. “…a pregnant whale.”

Trent rolled his eyes playfully. “You are hot,” he said firmly. “Insanely hot!” He squeezed Jacob’s side. “And the pregnancy makes you even hotter.”

Jacob laughed, shaking his head. “You only say that because you did this to me.”

“I’m serious,” Trent insisted. “Like, immensely hot. I don’t even think there’s a word for it.”

Jacob’s blush returned, but this time it wasn’t about embarrassment. “Well,” he said after a moment, “I do miss going for walks.”

“Then let’s go,” Trent said immediately.

Jacob blinked. “What? You lost your mind?”

“I mean it. Once you’re done here, we’re going for a walk,” Trent said firmly.

Jacob laughed. “I’ve thought about it,” he finally admitted. “Walking can help get things moving. You know, induce labor—which I’m desperate for.”

Trent’s eyes lit up. “Perfect. That’s even more reason.” Then he added, a little more mischievously, “Plus, I’d love to show the world how pregnant you look thanks to me.”

Jacob’s eyes widened. “You’ve got to—”

“I’m kidding,” Trent said, laughing. “I’m kidding. Relax.” He squeezed Jacob’s side again. “But we are going. You, me, and the kids. A proper family walk.”

Something in Jacob’s chest softened at that. “A family walk,” he repeated.

“Yeah,” Trent replied slowly as if it were obvious. “We are a family.”

Jacob looked down at his belly, then back at Trent. “Okay,” he said. “That could be fun.”

By the time the flow of milk slowed and finally stopped, Jacob already felt a lot better. Trent carefully turned the machine off and removed the cups, handling everything with the same attention he had shown from the start.

“Okay,” Trent said, holding the containers Jacob had just filled. “What now?”

“Take them to the kitchen,” Jacob replied. “We store it.”

Trent carried the containers over, opening the fridge—and then pausing. “Okay,” he said slowly, scanning the fridge shelves holding several similar containers, all filled with milk.

Jacob watched him from the couch, smirking. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’ve got some productive tits,” Jacob added dryly. “Please don’t remind me.”

Trent laughed. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Liar,” Jacob added, slowly bracing his hands against the couch to begin the process of standing. He immediately groaned as his belly pinned him down.

Trent was at his side instantly. “Hey, I’ve got you,” he said.

“I can do it,” Jacob insisted.

“I know,” Trent replied. “I still want to help.”

Jacob exhaled heavily as Trent helped him up. “I really need a bathroom stop,” he said. “Your sons have been pressing too much on my bladder.”

Trent nodded and started to follow him.

“Alone,” Jacob added.

Trent laughed. “Alright, alright.” He leaned against the wall outside the bathroom instead.

It took Jacob a while. Maneuvering around his massive belly wasn’t simple, and by the time he finished, he felt relieved and exhausted. When he opened the door again, Trent was still there, exactly where he had been, leaning against the wall like he hadn’t moved an inch. The moment his eyes landed on Jacob, his grin returned, like it was all part of his life.

“Ready?” Trent asked.

Jacob let out a long groan, instinctively moving one hand to the small of his back. “Almost. I need a shirt.”

They went to Jacob’s bedroom. Once inside, Jacob started digging through drawers, pulling out shirt after shirt, only to discard them immediately. Everything felt wrong—too tight across his chest, too short to cover his belly, or completely unrealistic at this point. Trent stayed by the doorframe, watching the pregnant guy move and turn, taking in every detail without trying to hide the fascination.

Jacob rolled his eyes when he noticed Trent’s expression, but the corner of his mouth lifted into a grin as he kept searching. After a few more attempts, he finally found something that worked. It wasn’t perfect, not even close, but it stretched enough to cover him, even if it left nothing to the imagination and rolled slightly at the bottom of his belly.

The second Jacob pulled it down as far as it would go, Trent’s expression changed to pure lust and admiration again. “Wow,” he said, softer this time.

“Don’t,” Jacob warned, though there wasn’t much bite behind it.

“It’s not my fault you look like the hottest man I’ve ever seen,” Trent replied right away.

Jacob shook his head, but before he could say anything else, Trent walked forward and closed the distance between them. His hands found Jacob—settling one on his side and the other brushing over his belly as he leaned in and kissed him. Jacob melted into the kiss, and his hands gripped at Trent’s shirt as the babies moved between them, reacting to the closeness.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe how I feel?” Trent said against Jacob’s lips when they parted slightly. “You have no idea what this does to me.”

Jacob swallowed hard, not knowing what to respond.

“This is,” Trent shook his head with a satisfied laugh, “the best day of my life.”

That left Jacob speechless, so he leaned in and surrendered to Trent’s lips.

When they pulled apart, Trent’s hand moved over Jacob’s belly. “Ready?” he asked.

Jacob hesitated for a second. The idea of walking outside still felt terrifying, but with Trent standing this close, holding him like this, it didn’t feel as impossible as it had before. “Yeah,” he said finally. “Let’s go.”

When Jacob stepped outside a couple of minutes later, the space around him felt wide and open in a way that made him want to pull inward. But then Trent’s arm settled around his shoulders, while his other hand moved to support the underside of Jacob’s belly, making something deep inside him change.

They started walking, and each step felt awkward and weighed. Jacob’s belly pulled him forward, forcing him to adjust constantly. After only a few steps, he had to stop and breathe as his back protested. Trent didn’t rush him or comment on it. He adjusted his pace, staying close and matching every movement without making it feel like assistance.

“This is not the glamorous date I imagined,” Jacob said after a minute, a little breathless.

“Are you kidding?” Trent replied, looking down at the enormous belly where their babies moved. “I’ve never had a date where I could feel five people kicking hello.” He gave the belly a light pat, earning a small shift from inside.

Jacob laughed softly, and the tension eased a little, even though people noticed his outstanding proportions. Someone slowed down slightly as they passed, briefly scanning Jacob’s curves. A man walking his dog turned his head mid-step, dragging his eyes over Jacob’s body before he forced himself to keep moving. A couple sitting on a bench got quiet as Jacob and Trent passed, trying to process what they were seeing.

Then it became more obvious. Heads turned, conversations paused, and someone walking in the opposite direction nearly clipped their shoulder against a signpost because they were staring instead of watching where they were going. A car passing by slowed enough for the driver to lean forward over the wheel, clearly trying to get a better look before continuing.

No one said anything, but the silence around those looks showed everything—confusion, shock, curiosity, people trying to understand something that didn’t fit into anything they knew.

Jacob felt every glance pressed against him, and every second someone stared too long, making his shoulders tighten. His hand curled instinctively against Trent’s side, gripping a little harder without thinking.

Then, a child’s voice cut through the air. “Mommy, why does that man look like that?”

Jacob froze mid-step. He knew it wasn’t loud or cruel, only a question that didn’t come with judgment—just confusion. But it hit him harder than anything else.

His chest tightened instantly. For a split second, everything inside him screamed to stop, turn, disappear, and get out of sight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the mother. She had gone still, clearly not expecting the question. Her face tightened slightly as she tried to figure out how to respond. The child stood there, still staring openly, waiting for an answer.

The silence stretched, and a couple suddenly found their phones very interesting. Someone else turned their head away a second too late, like they’d been caught looking. The world paused in that uncomfortable space, where everyone had noticed, but no one wanted to be the one to say anything.

Jacob’s stomach twisted hard. It was precisely what he had been avoiding for months. For a heartbeat, he wanted to disappear, but nothing happened. No one laughed, nor shouted, and no one made a scene. The mother whispered something into the child’s ear and guided him forward. The kid looked back once more, still curious, but was already moving on.

And just like that, the moment passed. The world kept going, and next to Jacob, Trent didn’t react at all. The man didn’t stiffen or look toward the voices. He didn’t acknowledge it in any way and just kept talking.

Step by step, Jacob started to relax. The looks didn’t stop, but they didn’t hit him the same anymore. His focus shifted to Trent’s voice, to the occasional movement of the babies.

By the time they reached a nearby park, the noise of the street had faded behind them. The path was quieter, shaded by trees. A few people passed by, and some looked at Jacob longer than others, but it felt less sharp.

They stopped near a bench so Jacob could catch his breath. He leaned back slightly, pressing one hand into his lower back while the other rested over his belly, feeling the slow movements inside. Trent stayed close, supporting the belly’s underside.

“You know,” Trent said softly, caressing Jacob’s belly. “I keep thinking how close I came to missing all of this.”

Jacob’s eyes dropped to his belly, then lifted back up to meet Trent’s. “I almost didn’t open the door,” he admitted.

Trent stepped closer, closing the space between them until there was nothing left of it. “Then I’m really glad you did,” he said, leaning in and kissing Jacob several times.

“Me too,” Jacob said.

Each kiss was deeper, like Trent was trying to make Jacob feel every word without saying it all at once. “I’m grateful for every step that brought me back to you,” he whispered as his hands moved over Jacob’s belly. “And to them.”

Jacob leaned into him, completely undone, loving how close they were to each other and how Trent’s lips felt on each of those kisses.

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