Five Steps to Us - Part 4 (Patreon)

Jacob leaned forward, feeling Trent’s breath against his lips, overwhelmed by the tender moment they were having after so many months apart. However, he didn’t have enough time to fully process Trent’s words before his belly tightened harder than ever. His smile suddenly faded, replaced by an expression of pure shock and dread. His shoulders went rigid, his fingers tightened instinctively around Trent’s forearms, and for a split second, he thought his whole body would burst into pieces right there.

Trent noticed the tension and the terrified expression. He was about to kiss Jacob again, leaning slightly forward over the pregnant belly, but that closeness made him realize that something was wrong. At first, he thought one of the babies had kicked particularly hard. He even opened his mouth to tease Jacob about the boys interrupting them again, but the words died before they could come out.

Jacob’s grip tightened, and his breathing shortened as his entire abdomen hardened under Trent’s hands, even changing in shape as a strong contraction hit. The heavy belly got rock solid in an instant, and the pregnant guy couldn’t help but groan low and long as the muscles in his belly pulled inward and tightened around the five babies. It wasn’t like the earlier discomforts he had experienced throughout the day or the occasional pause or soft groans he had brushed off. It was deeper, taking over his entire body.

He gasped, then groaned again in clear pain. His back arched instinctively as his hands came up to clutch his belly so firmly that it looked as if he needed to do that to keep it from bursting or falling apart. He could feel the weight moving lower, pressing into his hips and thighs and making his stance falter. Even his groin felt the pressure, and it made his cock throb.

Around them, the people noticed. A couple walking past slowed down. Someone sitting on a nearby bench turned their head. The sounds coming out of Jacob’s lips weren’t the most discreet, and combined with how he looked—huge, swollen, clutching his belly, and trembling—it was impossible not to draw attention.

Trent finally reacted, focusing on holding Jacob up. “Jacob?” he said, visibly concerned as his hands moved to support Jacob’s waist and ribs. “Hey—what’s wrong? Is it one of the babies? Do we need a doctor?”

Jacob couldn’t answer. The pain was so intense that he squeezed his eyes shut, and his breathing turned uneven as he tried to ride out whatever was happening. The contraction hit hard and long, and Trent felt the tension all over Jacob’s body—so much that even the knees seemed to be about to give out.

Trent reacted without thinking, pressing his body more firmly against Jacob’s and tightening his hold to keep him steady without restricting him. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, trying to calm him. “Just breathe. I’m right here. You’re okay.”

Jacob focused on that voice more than anything else. He tried to inhale harder, even as his entire middle stayed tight. The contraction didn’t fade right away; it took a while, but eventually, everything started softening. When it was over, he sagged against Trent’s support, breathing heavily but still too weak to move. His belly felt heavier than ever, stretched tight as the babies moved even more than before beneath the skin, reacting to what had just happened.

Trent didn’t relax. “What—,” he said, almost freaking out. “Jacob, what was that?”

Jacob swallowed hard, and his body was still trembling. He opened his eyes, looking down at his belly for a second before looking back at Trent. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, trying to sound as calm as possible. “I think it was a real contraction.”

Trent blinked in surprise. “A real—” He stopped, trying to process it. “You mean—?”

Jacob nodded, more certain now that the sensation had passed. “Yeah,” he said, with his hand still resting protectively over his belly. “I think I’m in labor. The babies are coming.”

For a moment, Trent didn’t move. Then, his eyes dropped instinctively to Jacob’s belly, trying to process the reality that those words had unleashed in their lives. The five sons he had just learned about were coming. “Okay,” he said with a slightly shaky voice as his hands reached instinctively for his phone. “Okay, we need to call your doctor. Or go to the hospital. Or—something. We’re not just standing here.”

Jacob noticed that people were still looking. The attention, which he had been managing earlier, suddenly felt invasive again, shaking the fragile control he still wanted to think he had. His face flushed, and his hands tugged the hem of his shirt down over his belly, even though it did almost nothing to hide him. “Take me back home,” he said.

Trent frowned. “Jacob—”

“Take me back home,” Jacob repeated, more firmly this time. “I’m not doing this in the middle of a park with half the city watching me.” He took a deep breath, testing his balance again as his hands still rested at the sides of his belly. It was obvious that something had changed because everything felt heavier and lower. “We go home,” he continued, forcing himself to stay calm. “I sit down, I time the contractions, and then we call. That’s the plan.”

“You can’t be serious.” Trent looked at him, unsure whether to argue or agree. “Privacy doesn’t matter more than—”

“It’s one contraction,” Jacob cut in, smiling as if trying to convince Trent that he was okay. “One. That doesn’t mean they’re coming in five minutes.” He took a slow breath. “I’ve been preparing for this for months, Trent. I know what I’m supposed to do.” There was a pause. “I just thought I’d be doing it alone,” he added.

Those words changed Trent’s expression. He moved closer and softly caressed Jacob’s cheek. “You’re not doing any part of this alone,” he said. “I’ll be there, every step of the way.”

“Thanks.” Jacob smiled, sighing in relief. “Home, please,” he said again, softer this time.

Trent nodded. “Okay. But if anything changes, anything at all, I’m calling. No arguing.”

Jacob chuckled softly. “Deal.”

They started walking again, but every movement had changed. Everything felt heavier for Jacob, and it was evident that even taking steps was challenging. Still, he tried to act as nothing significant had happened.

“Well, I guess they really liked the walk,” he whispered after a few steps, still a little breathless. “They probably decided it was the perfect day to be born,” Jacob went on playfully. “Family outing and everything.”

“Jacob,” Trent said, more firmly. “Stop pretending you’re fine.”

Jacob snorted. “I’m not pretending. I’m just not panicking.” He adjusted his grip on Trent’s arm. “There’s a difference, and you should try it.”

Trent didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t argue further. However, it didn’t take long before some softer tightenings hit Jacob. They weren’t as overwhelming as the first contraction, but they were strong enough to interrupt his steps. His belly got firm again, and he had to slow down or stop, breathing heavily while Trent watched.

Each time it happened, the babies started moving even more—one pushed upward beneath his ribs, making him gasp, while another pressed low, right where the weight had already begun to settle into his pelvis, and the rest just pushed in all directions.

“Easy,” Jacob whispered, trying to soothe them. “Daddy’s trying to get all of you home.”

Trent leaned in immediately. “Both your daddies are getting you home,” he added.

Jacob laughed, looking at Trent’s face. “Yeah, that is correct. Both your daddies.” Even through the discomfort, he smiled.

They made it a few more steps before Jacob abruptly stopped again. But it wasn’t a contraction or a mild tightening this time. He spread his legs wider without thinking about it, and his hand clamped harder around Trent’s arm.

Jacob winced, trying to find a more comfortable position as the whole weight of his belly moved downward. “It’s—” He hesitated, trying to find the right words. “It’s lower.” His hips ached, his lower back throbbed, and his thighs trembled under the strain.

Trent tightened his hold instantly. “Do you want me to carry you?”

Jacob blinked in surprise, then turned his head. “Carry me?”

“I’m strong,” Trent said, completely serious.

Jacob stared at him for a second, then let out an incredulous laugh despite the pressure. “You are not carrying five overdue babies and me down the street.”

Trent looked him over, clearly evaluating it. “I could try.”

“That’s the worst idea you’ve had all day,” Jacob said, shaking his head. “Those muscles have clearly damaged your judgment.”

Trent smirked. “You were admiring those muscles ten minutes ago.”

“I was admiring them,” Jacob replied. “I don’t trust them to carry a 700-pound pregnant man all the way back home.”

“700 pounds?” Trent said, playfully rolling his eyes. “That’s not even close to accurate.”

“Feels accurate,” Jacob added.

“Fine. I won’t carry you,” Trent said. “Unless you start falling.”

Jacob nodded. “That’s fair.”

When Jacob started moving again, it was even slower than before, but they continued—stopping and starting, breathing and moving. And all along, Trent tried his best to make Jacob feel supported, physically and mentally.

“We’re almost there,” he said at one point, adjusting his grip. “We’ll get inside, get you sitting down, and then we’ll call the doctor,” he added as Jacob looked at him in silence. “We’re going to get our boys here safely,” he added a few steps later.

Jacob didn’t comment, but the words made his chest warmer. “You don’t have to act like you know what you’re doing,” he whispered.

Trent didn’t hesitate. “I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing,” he said, making Jacob laugh. “But,” he continued. “I know everything’s gonna be fine—you, the babies, us.”

Still, Jacob’s breathing changed again, turning more labored. His steps became slower, and his focus turned inward as he managed each tightening and contraction. Sweat gathered at his temples, and his face flushed deeper with every passing minute.

By the time they reached Jacob’s home, it was evident that things were advancing fast. Jacob’s entire way of moving had changed a lot. His waddle had widened noticeably, and his hips and ass bounced even more with each step. The enormous belly hung lower than it had earlier, pulling forward and downward with such force that it didn’t allow any comfort even in the brief pauses between contractions.

His thighs strained to keep him balanced, his lower back ached, and every few seconds a groan slipped out of his mouth—not always because a contraction had started, but because the pressure had become almost unbearable.

Meanwhile, Trent tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to look—not when Jacob’s whole body was collapsing in front of him. So he kept observing everything, then catching himself, then looking again, trying to process what was happening and figure out how to fix it at the same time.

Jacob caught Trent doing it for the third or fourth time. “Stop looking at me like I’m going to explode,” he said, trying to sound irritated to add a thin attempt at humor.

Trent didn’t even try to deny it. “You have spent the entire day telling me you’re going to explode,” he replied, just as playful as before.

“That was an exaggeration,” Jacob replied, and as he said it, his belly tightened again.

“You are carrying five babies and can barely fit through your doorway. I’m not sure you know what exaggeration means,” Trent added.

Jacob let out a weak laugh, followed by a groan as he adjusted his stance again. “Feels like I was underselling it, actually.”

They reached Jacob’s door, and even walking in took more effort now that it probably should have. Inside, the cooler air did nothing to ease the tension in Jacob’s body. Instead, privacy allowed his mind and body to let loose as the increasing discomfort took over. Even the short walk toward the living room felt longer than usual.

“You’re going straight to bed,” Trent said firmly, leaving no space for arguments.

Jacob rolled his eyes, even as he leaned slightly more into Trent without meaning to. “You’ve been a father for 3 hours, and you’re already bossy.”

Trent adjusted his grip, holding Jacob closer against his body. “I’ve got 9 months of bossiness to catch up on.”

The moment they entered the living room, Jacob let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. But he didn’t get a full second to recover before the next contraction hit him, stronger than anything before it. His whole body tensed, and his breath broke into a loud and raw cry as both hands came up to his belly. His knees buckled under the combined force of pain and the crushing weight of his belly pulling downward, and for a terrifying second it felt like he was going to collapse.

Trent reacted on instinct, catching Jacob before he could fall. He wrapped one arm tightly around his ribs, and the other slid beneath his arms to pull him firmly back against his chest. “Hey—hey, I’ve got you,” he said, trying to remain calm.

Jacob’s belly hardened violently, and Trent could feel the massive surface getting rigid as the contraction took hold. The shape shifted again, and the tension drew everything inward before pressing down, forcing the weight into Jacob’s already strained hips. Inside, the babies rolled restlessly, strong enough to be seen across the whole surface, forming bumps and lines beneath the skin as they pushed outward against the tightening walls of Jacob’s womb.

Jacob’s legs trembled under him. His back arched, and his head tipped back as he fought to breathe. “Ugh—fuck!” He groaned loudly.

Trent leaned his head closer, pressing his cheek briefly against Jacob’s ear. “Breathe with me. In,” he whispered before pausing. “And out. That’s it. You’re doing it.”

The seconds passed, and the tension didn’t disappear immediately. Jacob tried to focus on Trent’s voice and the strong grip to survive it all. But at the peak of the discomfort, his body reacted in a way they didn’t expect. The hormones and the intensity of everything happening triggered a powerful letdown that made his nipples throb. Beneath his shirt, the already saturated pads finally gave up. Dark patches appeared across the stretched fabric, spreading outward until the front of his shirt was soaked.

Milk slipped free, running down from his chest, soaking through the fabric of his shirt and escaping at the hem. The streams slid over the upper part of his belly, tracing the roundness before disappearing along his sides.

Trent noticed but preferred not to comment on it. Still, his expression changed from concern to something closer to wonder. Even though he was almost freaking out, he couldn’t help but admire what Jacob’s body was doing to bring their kids into the world.

“Don’t you dare say a thing,” Jacob said breathlessly, reaching up to cover his nipples in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the heavy leaking.

“I was not gonna say anything,” Trent replied quickly, but it was evidently a lie.

“But you’re staring,” Jacob added, turning his head to look at the man holding him up.

Trent chuckled, and he couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his lips. “You’re doing something incredible in my arms,” he said. “I’m allowed to look.”

That shut Jacob up for a second, though he still looked embarrassed.

Gradually, the contraction began to ease, and when it finally passed, Jacob let out a shaky breath. His entire weight leaned into Trent without resistance, and for a moment, they didn’t move. Then, Jacob adjusted his stance, with Trent’s strong arms still wrapped around him, holding him upright without effort.

“Okay,” he said, still catching his breath. “I officially appreciate the ridiculous muscles.”

Trent snorted. “You’ve been appreciating them all day.”

Jacob let his head fall briefly against Trent’s shoulder. “Don’t push your luck,” he said, pressing himself tighter against Trent’s body.

In that position, Jacob felt something firm against his hip, and after some seconds of wondering what it was, his face blushed. He slowly moved away, only enough to turn and look down at Trent’s body. He immediately saw the obscene bulge at the front of Trent’s pants, showing a hard cock that strained the seams and the fabric. Trent noticed and immediately tried to adjust it without making it obvious, but it was too late.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?” he asked in disbelief and amusement.

Trent froze for half a second. “I’m sorry,” he said a few seconds later. “I’m—this is a lot. You’re—” He shook his head, struggling to find the words. “You look incredible, and you’re about to give birth to our kids, and my body is just reacting on its own.”

Jacob stared at him, still flushed, and still catching his breath. Part of him wanted to be angry because Trent was horny while he was barely holding on. But at the same time, he appreciated the attention, the support, and even the honest desire.

“You’re not allowed to be horny right now,” Jacob said, but his physical reaction didn’t match his words as his belly pressed forward against Trent’s body.

Trent winced. “You can’t blame me for it,” he said. “And I’m still taking care of you, so—”

Jacob pressed further forward, then nodded slowly. “I can, but okay,” he said. “Being honest, I need you a lot more right now.”

Trent tilted his head. “What does that exactly mean?”

Jacob smirked and turned around again to start a weak waddle toward his room. “Help me get to the bedroom, and you’ll see how much I need you.

Trent didn’t argue and followed Jason closely, noticing how the pregnant man swayed his hips a bit more than before, and he couldn’t tell if it was on purpose.

When they reached the bedroom, Trent guided Jacob to the edge of the bed and helped him sit down slowly. Jacob exhaled heavily as the mattress dipped under his weight, though even sitting didn’t relieve the pressure that strained his lower body.

Trent crouched in front of Jacob, looking up. “Your clothes are soaked,” he said. “I think you should take them off before we call the doctor.”

Jacob nodded without hesitation. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Everything feels too tight. It’s like I’m about to split open and the clothes aren’t helping.”

Trent didn’t comment on it and reached for the hem of Jacob’s shirt. He lifted it slowly, easing it up over Jacob’s belly. The fabric dragged slightly over the damp areas, and he paused each time it brushed over Jacob’s nipples, watching his reaction.

Jacob raised his arms as best as he could, though the movement was awkward considering his size and the fatigue from the contraction. Trent guided the shirt the rest of the way off, pulling it over his head and setting it aside. The sight made him pause.

Jacob’s tits were flushed, swollen, and heavy, visibly stretched to their limit and sensitive. The nursing pads were completely saturated. When Trent carefully removed them, fresh milk beaded at the nipples, then slipped free, running in thick lines down over the top of Jacob’s belly.

For a second, Trent just looked. “Damn it,” he whispered. “You’re freaking hot.”

Jacob snorted and groaned. “You can worship me after I stop feeling like my pelvis is breaking,” he said softly. “Please, help me take the pants off.”

Trent helped him stand long enough to deal with the rest of the clothes. “Lift your leg a little,” he said softly.

Jacob tried, wobbling slightly before Trent caught him again.

“This is humiliating,” Jacob said, reaching up to rub his hand against his face.

“You’re doing great,” Trent replied.

“No. I’m standing in my bedroom, half naked, leaking everywhere, and about to give birth to 5 babies.” Jacob chuckled. “Define great.”

Trent looked up at him. “You’re still the hottest man I’ve ever met. That’s my definition.”

Those words shut Jacob up for a second.

Once the sweatpants and briefs were off, Trent helped him sit back down, and he couldn’t help but take a moment to admire Jacob’s body dully exposed. The massive belly rested heavily between his thighs, his hips were wide, and his strong legs were visibly strained. His chest was still leaking, his skin flushed, and his entire body looked beyond ripe. Trent couldn’t ignore the whole scene.

Jacob blushed even more under the attention. “Do I look that bad?” he asked.

Trent shook his head. “You look incredibly beautiful,” he said, without hesitation.

Jacob looked away for a second, swallowing past the sudden tightness in his throat. “Help me lie down,” he whispered, still processing the latest compliment.

Trent moved closer, guiding Jacob back onto the bed with careful movements. He adjusted pillows behind Jacob’s back, along his side, and under his arm, making sure his belly wasn’t pulling too much in any way. Jacob leaned back against the headboard, and his body settled into the support. His legs spread instinctively as the pressure in his hips was too intense to keep them closer together.

Trent sat beside him, resting one hand over the massive belly, waiting for any sign of another contraction.

Jacob caught him looking, but he smiled this time. “Did you forget the emergency?”

Trent shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’m just trying to understand how you can be doing this and still be the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

Jacob snorted. “Your timing is terrible.”

Trent shrugged. “My timing was terrible 9 months ago too.”

That made Jacob laugh harder, immediately followed by a groan as another strong contraction hit him. The streams of milk got thicker, running down Jacob’s chest and over his abdomen, overwhelming him even more.

Trent moved closer, holding Jacob tightly as the pressure took over and then slowly faded. He looked around briefly, looking for something to cover Jacob’s nipples, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he stood up, reached for his shirt, and began unbuttoning it.

Jacob blinked at him. “What are you doing?”

“Helping,” Trent said calmly, smirking while revealing his strong torso and making Jacob swallow hard as his cock throbbed beneath his belly.

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