Billy's Choice - Part 12 (Patreon)

Billy woke up on his left side on Sunday, March 16th, surrounded by cushions, with Callum’s arm draped over his middle. He reached the 36th week of pregnancy that morning, and his belly felt especially heavy—with babies, fluids, food, and cum from three rounds of wild sex the night before. Sleeping was one of his favorite activities, so getting out of bed was probably the least favorite moment of his day. He had no other option, though.

He opened his eyes and stared at the nightstand beside the bed, wondering how someone could feel so exhausted after nearly 9 hours of sleep. He missed the nights when he didn’t need bathroom breaks every 45 minutes, but at this point, staying in bed for a while was more than he could’ve asked for. The fun part was that he already needed to pee again because the babies seemed to enjoy playing soccer using his bladder as the ball at 6 AM.

“Oh, come on,” he mumbled, softly caressing his belly. “You two have an entire day to kick and move. Can’t we start after breakfast?”

A hard kick hit his right side in response, making him groan. The movement reminded him that he was practically trapped beneath his body and Callum’s arm. His belly was too heavy to roll over, his tits felt full and sensitive, and his massive ass made moving across the mattress ridiculously hard. He tried to push himself upright with one elbow, but his abdominal muscles tightened, and his belly pulled him back down. He tried again, but only moved a few inches before the babies kicked and made him stop.

“Ugh! Please,” Billy whispered, panting lightly. “I’m a freaking turtle.”

“A very beautiful turtle,” Callum said softly, tightening his arm around Billy’s middle.

Billy turned his head as far as his position let him. “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough,” Callum replied, leaning in to kiss Billy’s neck.

“And why didn’t you help me?” Billy asked, trying to sound irritated, but his whole body melted into Callum’s embrace. “It’s your fault if I pee myself here.”

“I was enjoying the show.” Callum kissed Billy’s cheek a few times while rubbing the pregnant belly. “Alright, let’s get my enormous boyfriend out of bed.”

Callum carefully supported Billy’s pregnant body until he was sitting in bed, with his legs spread to give his belly room between his thighs. Billy’s tits bounced and swayed with the motion, making him groan when one of his nipples accidentally brushed against Callum’s arm. His cock and balls got in the way, so he had to be careful and adjust so they could rest softly on the mattress instead of being crushed beneath his ass.

Billy didn’t move further for a few seconds, catching his breath as the babies moved again. “Look at what you’re doing to me,” he complained, looking at his rounded abdomen with a smile. “I can’t even sit up without a rescue operation.”

Callum smiled and leaned closer to kiss him. “And you’ve still got 4 weeks left.”

Billy sighed. “Don’t remind me.”

A few minutes later, after a slow trip to the bathroom, Billy stood in front of the bedroom scale. He looked down at it, then at his belly, which didn’t let him see much of the floor directly beneath him. He sighed, carefully stepped onto the scale with Callum’s help, and waited for the number to appear.

“238.5 pounds.” Callum read aloud. “Nice.”

“Nice?” Billy repeated, looking offended. “I’m 63.5 pounds heavier than I was before getting pregnant! That is not nice.”

Callum smirked. “And those pounds look so good all over your belly, your tits, and that fat ass that drives me crazy,” he said, getting right behind Billy and hugging him tightly. 

“Seriously, look at me!” Billy said, stepping away and turning toward the full-length mirror.

“Oh, I’m looking,” Callum said. “I’m always looking.”

Billy rolled his eyes and turned sideways, moving both hands over his taut belly. “Damn,” he whispered, impressed and horrified at the same time. “There’s so much of me now.”

Callum repeated the motion and hugged Billy from behind, pressing his hands against the pregnant belly’s sides. “There’s never been enough Billy for my taste,” he said into his boyfriend’s ear as his cock lengthened.

Billy tried not to react to the growing shaft behind him but failed. “You want me so early?” He asked, pushing his hips back against Callum’s front.

“There’s not a moment when I don’t want you, William Tennant,” Callum whispered, moving his hands to Billy’s hips to knead them. “You drive me crazy.”

“You were crazy before I showed up,” Billy replied, leaning forward against the wall, bracing both hands against it and spreading his stance to put his ass on full display. “Go ahead. Three rounds weren’t enough for me last night, but I didn’t want to sound greedy.”

“Greedy’s your middle name,” Callum responded, moving back a bit to line his cock with Billy’s hole. “First one is horny,” he added, pushing forward and sliding his huge shaft into the pregnant boyfriend in one move.

Billy cried out in pure bliss and spread his hips a bit further because Callum’s cock was very thick. Within seconds, the big guy was pounding hard and fast into Billy’s fat ass, making the cheeks jiggle rhythmically while the moans grew louder. They had been fucking constantly for months at this point, but every time Billy’s pregnant body felt Callum’s cock getting inside, his mind blurred, and he could only beg for more. The only way to satisfy such a deep need was for Callum to shoot a massive load of cum deep into Billy’s guts.

A while later, right after Callum’s cum had flooded Billy’s belly—making it feel tighter and fuller—they stayed there to catch their breath. Billy’s tits were leaking like fountains, so his belly and the floor beneath him were coated with milk. His cock was hard and still throbbing against his lower belly, shooting weak globs of his cum across his abdomen. The mirror beneath him was a total mess because the bigger eruptions had landed on it. And even after such an intense orgasm, his balls were still heavy and full between his thighs.

Callum reached from behind and cupped Billy’s right tit, squeezing the rounded mound and teasing the nipple—which made the leaking get stronger. The pressure was slightly uncomfortable, so Billy groaned, but he loved it when Callum touched him like that.

“You know what the worst part is?” Billy whispered.

“What?” Callum asked, with his cock still buried deep in his boyfriend.

“I don’t know if my body will ever go back to how it was,” Billy said, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Callum smiled and rested his chin on Billy’s shoulder. “I know.”

Billy narrowed his eyes at their reflection. “Why do you sound so happy about that?”

“Because you’re beautiful just like this,” Callum replied, tenderly kissing Billy’s neck.

“You make it so hard to be annoyed with you.” Billy smiled. 

“That’s one of my talents,” Callum responded.

Billy turned his head to kiss his lips. “Your biggest talent is being ridiculously handsome.”

“I like how that sounds.” Callum grinned. “Keep talking.”

Billy rolled his eyes, but they kissed for a few more minutes.

They went to another prenatal appointment the following day, and the doctor examined the enormous abdomen, measured its size, and ran another ultrasound while Callum sat beside the examination table holding Billy’s hand.

“They’re doing very well,” the doctor said, adjusting the ultrasound probe. “Both have strong heartbeats, and their development looks good. But they’re exceptionally large for twins.”

Billy sighed. “Tell me something I don’t know. I feel like I’m carrying two grown men.”

Callum laughed, squeezing his hand. “They take after their dad.”

“Which one?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The handsome one,” Callum replied, grinning.

Billy rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t narrow it down.”

The doctor smiled at their exchange before returning his attention to the examination. The twins had been identified as identical, and their growth was remarkably similar. They also discussed the approaching delivery. Billy had repeatedly expressed his preference to stay home, where he felt secure and comfortable, but the doctor was understandably concerned about the size of the babies and the extraordinary anatomy involved. The doctor reviewed their plans and made it clear that professional medical assistance would be important during delivery.

By the time they left the clinic, Billy was exhausted. His belly felt particularly heavy after lying on the examination table, and the short walk toward the car made his lower back ache and his breath shorter. They were almost by the car when Billy’s phone vibrated. When he saw the name on the screen, his expression changed. He stopped walking, staring at the notification for a few seconds before opening it.

Callum stopped beside him. “Everything okay?”

Billy looked up at him. “It’s Antonio.”

Callum’s smile disappeared, but he didn’t say anything.

“He wants to meet,” Billy explained. “Says he needs to talk about the babies.”

Callum nodded. “Do you want to?”

Billy took a deep breath and looked down at his abdomen. “Yeah,” he said after a few seconds. “I think it’s time we finish this.”

“Then I’ll be there,” Callum said, pressing his hand against the pregnant belly.

Billy smiled. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

They arranged the meeting for the following afternoon at a café not far from Callum’s penthouse. Billy spent the rest of the day thinking about what Antonio might say, but he tried not to let it ruin the evening. Callum distracted him with dinner, a movie, and a few rounds of sex, but Billy’s thoughts kept returning to the message.

The following afternoon, Billy stood in front of the bedroom mirror while Callum helped him finish dressing. He wore his comfortable black support top beneath a loose gray shirt, which stretched over his enormous belly despite being several sizes larger than anything he would have worn before the pregnancy. His black pants fit snugly around his hips and enormous ass.

By the time they reached the café, Billy was already breathing heavily after the short walk from the car. Callum was right beside him, helping him support the weight of his body. Antonio was waiting at a table near the back. He stood when he saw them, and his eyes widened when he saw Billy’s size and shape.

“Billy,” Antonio said, clearly surprised. “Wow. You’ve gotten…”

“Enormous?” Billy supplied, smiling kindly. “Yeah. I noticed.”

Antonio laughed awkwardly, but his expression was still troubled. He looked at Callum, who offered a polite nod before helping Billy settle into a chair. The three men sat in silence for a moment. Billy adjusted his belly, trying to find a comfortable position, while Antonio stared at the table as if searching for the right words.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” Antonio finally said after a while, slowly looking up. “I know I’ve been terrible about this. I should’ve called more. I should’ve been there. You’ve been going through so much, and I’ve barely done anything.”

Billy nodded. “Yeah. That’s true.”

Antonio looked down again. “I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Neither did I,” Billy replied. “But I didn’t have a choice about dealing with it.”

Antonio swallowed hard, then took a deep breath. “It’s complicated. You’re a man, Billy. I mean, I know that sounds stupid, but people finding out I got another guy pregnant... I don’t know how they’d react. What they’d think about me.”

Billy stared for a few seconds and squeezed Callum’s hand, who was clearly desperate to respond to that comment himself. “I’ve been walking around with two babies inside me for 8 months,” he said firmly. “People stare at me every time I leave the house. I’ve had to explain things to doctors and my parents. I didn’t get to hide from any of that.”

Antonio didn’t answer right away. “You’re right. That’s not the whole reason.” He looked at Billy’s enormous belly, then at Callum, who had his hand on Billy’s middle. “I’m not ready to be a dad,” he admitted. “That’s the truth. I don’t want kids right now. I don’t know if I ever will. And I feel like a horrible person saying that when you’re sitting right here carrying my babies.”

The admission hurt more than Billy expected. For a moment, he remembered the friendship they’d shared for years, the video game nights, the jokes, and how he’d once trusted Antonio. But then he felt Callum’s hand on his belly and the babies moving within.

Billy looked down at his belly for a second. “Thank you for finally telling me the truth.”

Antonio couldn’t look up. “I’m sorry.”

“Callum is their dad,” Billy said firmly. “He has been for months. He loves them, and he loves me. We’re building a family together, and that’s not going to change.”

Antonio nodded slowly. “I understand.”

“The boys deserve a father who’s actually going to be there,” Billy continued. “Not someone who feels obligated because of what happened last summer.”

Callum looked at Billy, barely able to contain his pride.

Antonio rubbed his forehead. “I don’t want to make things difficult for you. If Callum’s going to be their father, legally and everything, I won’t stand in the way.”

Billy nodded. “That’s what I want.”

Antonio looked visibly emotional. “And us? Our friendship?”

Billy felt his throat tighten briefly. “I think we’re done, Antonio.”

Antonio looked down. “Yeah. I guess we are.”

“I’m not saying that because I hate you,” Billy added. “I don’t. But I’ve got a family to think about now, and you said you don’t want to be part of that.”

Antonio nodded again. “I’m sorry I let you down. You were my best friend.”

Billy struggled to remain calm and not cry. “You were mine, too.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Antonio stood. He apologized one more time, then walked toward the café entrance without looking back.

Billy watched him go, feeling a strange combination of sadness and relief. “Well,” he said, looking at Callum and smiling a bit. “That’s done.”

Callum moved his hand to Billy’s cheek. “You okay?”

Billy considered the question. He was hurt because he had just lost a friendship that had lasted so many years, but the feeling was smaller than he’d expected. “Yeah,” he said, “I am.”

Callum smiled and kissed him.

“I’ve already got everything I need,” Billy whispered.

They stayed at the café for a while, so Billy ordered and devoured three slices of chocolate cake. By the time they returned home, Billy was laughing again, complaining that the cake had somehow made his belly feel even heavier, but asking for a snack because he was hungry. The babies had started moving even more, so he spent a good portion of the day feeling the babies move, with Callum right beside him.

Over the following days, Billy’s mind felt lighter, but his body only grew heavier, rounder, and fuller by the day. By Sunday, March 23rd, Billy was 37 weeks pregnant and tried to convince himself that every object in their apartment had mysteriously shrunk. The couch was too low, the kitchen chairs were too narrow, the bed seemed too far from the bathroom, and even the spacious hallways felt smaller when he tried to turn around.

Billy got so used to asking for assistance that he sometimes called for Callum before even attempting a task. Other times, his stubbornness took over, and he insisted on doing something himself despite the obvious obstacle. Getting off the couch was a frequent challenge because his enormous ass sank deeply into the cushions, and his belly prevented him from leaning forward to use his momentum. He had to push against the armrests and carefully straighten his back, groaning throughout the process.

Callum usually watched for a few seconds before offering assistance. Billy always protested, but he rarely refused the outstretched hand.

His tits kept growing heavier and fuller, so the milk was such a common occurrence that Billy stopped reacting with surprise when he felt his nipples getting damp. He wore soft support tops a few times a week, but even they needed occasional adjustment when his chest got fuller. Callum was ridiculously good at helping him manage the outstanding milk production, always ready to help Billy draw the excess milk using his hands, pumps, or his lips on his kinkiest days.

The hormonal effects on Billy’s lower body were also troublesome. His balls kept filling too much and too fast. Billy had learned from the frightening episode in December that ignoring the discomfort for too long was a terrible idea, so Callum was always more than willing to help with that. By this point, Callum had to make Billy cum at least 4 times a day just to keep everything under control. He would squeeze the plump balls, suck on the swollen head, and tease the slit until Billy’s whole body shook and the orgasm gave him some relief.

The big guy was always willing to swallow the cum loads, playfully stroking and squeezing harder as if to milk Billy’s balls dry. Even right after a massive orgasm, he would suck on Billy’s cock for a few more seconds to get the weaker shots that came after the main show. Callum always insisted that nothing would go to waste between them, playfully referring to how Billy begged for Callum to fill him up several times a day.

By the end of each day, each of them had orgasmed at least four times, which took a good portion of their day. But they still had moments to cuddle, kiss, and hug like a normal couple before the babies arrived. 

One evening, while they were relaxing in the nursery, Billy brought up something that had been on his mind. “I think I’ve decided,” he said. “But I need your opinion.”

Callum looked up from the box of diapers he’d been organizing. “What is it?”

“The names,” Billy said, smiling while Callum straightened. He sat in the oversized chair near the nursery window, and Callum came closer.

“Okay, I’m all ears,” Callum said, crouching beside Billy.

“Wade and Cade,” Billy said, smiling.

Callum blinked, then slowly grinned. “Okay. I love how they sound together.”

“Exactly.” Billy chuckled. “Besides, I thought it’d be cute if their names started with our initials. William and Callum. W and C.”

Callum stared at him for a moment, and his face lit up. ”That’s actually really sweet.”

Billy shrugged, trying to appear casual. “I have my moments.”

Callum laughed and rested his head against Billy’s belly. “Hey, Wade and Cade,” he whispered. “You two like your names?”

A pair of kicks in different directions seemed to respond, and Billy laughed.

“I think that’s a yes.” Callum leaned forward and kissed the taut skin.

Billy cleared his throat. “And I want them to be Gibsons.”

Callum looked up. “What?”

“Wade Gibson and Cade Gibson,” Billy repeated, smiling. “Your last name. If it’s okay.”

Callum stared in silence for a few seconds. “Are you serious?”

Billy froze. “You don’t like it?”

Callum swallowed hard, and his tears formed in his eyes, but no words came out yet.

Billy leaned forward a bit. “You’re their dad, Callum. I want them to have your name.” He said, pulling Callum’s face toward his. “I don’t want anybody thinking you’re just some guy helping me raise another man’s kids,” he continued. “They’re your sons. In every way that matters, and we’re making sure that’s completely true.”

Callum smiled, and his blue eyes shone. “You’re going to make me cry.”

Billy laughed. “Welcome to my life. I’ve been crying over socks for months.”

Callum leaned forward, and they kissed long and tenderly. “I love you,” he said, pressing his front against the enormous belly that prevented them from getting even closer, but they stayed like that for a while, feeling the babies move between them.

From that evening onward, the boys were Wade Gibson and Cade Gibson. Callum started using their names when he talked to Billy’s belly.

By Sunday, March 30th, Billy had reached 38 weeks pregnant, and he barely left the penthouse. His belly was getting heavier, his tits fuller, and his lower body kept getting thicker. Sleeping involved cushions, carefully arranged blankets, and frequent assistance from Callum because Billy woke up needing to use the bathroom every hour. Getting upright required help, and walking down the hallway in the dark was a slow journey.

Each day he woke up thinking he had reached his absolute limit, but everything kept expanding. His belly made him struggle to find a comfortable position even while resting. The twins pushed and kicked inside him, and their movements changed the surface of his abdomen. One side would bulge outward while the other seemed to flatten slightly, only for the shape to change again moments later.

Billy could spend several minutes watching the movements, fascinated by the strange sight. Other times, particularly when the pressure focused beneath his ribs or against his bladder, he complained loudly so Callum could hear him from the kitchen.

His physical condition was ridiculously demanding. His enormous tits required constant support, and milk leakage happened so often that Billy felt odd when his nipples were dry. His hips and thighs felt heavy, and his massive ass commanded even how he sat. And his cock and balls required close attention, something Billy ended up enjoying after complaining about it.

On top of it all, he was constantly hungry, but the enormous babies left little room for his stomach. Eating too much at once made his belly feel unbearably tight, while eating too little left him complaining that he was starving. Callum adapted by preparing smaller meals throughout the day, keeping snacks close to the couch, and making sure Billy always had water nearby.

As the final week progressed, Billy started experiencing occasional episodes of abdominal tightening that made him stop whatever he was doing. His belly would get firm for a short period, creating an uncomfortable pressure before slowly relaxing again. The first time it happened on April 10th, Callum was nearby, and the bigger man almost freaked out.

“Is it happening?” Callum asked, clearly terrified.

Billy stared at him. “What?”

“Labor.” Callum insisted, turning slightly pale.

Billy rolled his eyes. “No, you dramatic idiot. It’s just one of those practice contractions.”

Callum sighed in relief and blushed. “Oh, okay. I—”

Billy laughed. “You should see your face.”

The contractions kept coming irregularly, and Billy continued with his usual routines—eating, resting, fucking, cumming, and complaining. By Saturday, April 12th, Billy was 39 weeks and 6 days pregnant. His due date was only a few hours away, and he was convinced that he had the right to complain about everything, but Callum was more than willing to listen, rub, massage, and knead any spot to calm him down. And if any of that failed, he knew what Billy’s body always needed to settle down for the night—a good fuck.

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