The Janitor Pt. 5

Derek's pregnancy continues to advance and he meets a new, fertile friend

The Janitor - Revisited

By 

Brimmingbelly04

Based on The Janitor

By

KomperaKlause

Part Five

It wasn’t easy, but Derek managed to make it through the weekend without seeing or contacting Matt. Physically, it really sucked, but doing so mentally made him feel a little better, like he still had some control. 

Come Monday morning, it wasn’t as hard as it’d previously come to be to go into work smiling. Derek had on another new (and bigger) custom-made shirt and blazer, both of which were enormous, yet fit him almost properly. For now, anyway…

As he made his way to his office, Derek “lovingly” copper his growing swell as he smiled and nodded at his CorpaCorp colleagues. He hoped he appeared happy, content and proud to them. He was their mascot after all, and part of his job was to keep their morale up since the same couldn’t exactly be said for his own anymore.

While he was quite proud of himself for actually having been able to go a couple days without the damn, hunky janitor, the expectant exec still hated pretty much everything about his situation, most particularly his huge belly, fat, engorged tits and embarrassing waddle. Because he’d gone without seeing Matt all weekend, much to his chagrin, Derek found himself feeling terribly aroused and needy, the pressure in his tits and against his prostate growing particularly intolerable as he greeted Tammy and then closed his office door behind him. 

As soon as he was “alone,” Derek took off his blazer. “Sharp” as he hoped it made him look and as much as he’d paid for it, he was just too hot to wear it. Carefully, the thirty-three year old set his fattened rump down on the edge of his desk, closed his eyes and sighed as he rubbed his pressurized middle. 

Doing so wasn’t helpful, it’d just become a habit by then. A habit Derek hated and wished almost more than anything he could break. 

He’d just eased himself into his chair when there was a meek knock on the door. Derek frowned. He didn’t have any appointments. No one wanted to see him anymore, unless he’d been called upon and asked to “perform,” and he didn’t want to see them either, so who was this and why had Tammy allowed the intrusion?

“Come in,” he called out, hoping he wouldn’t regret doing so. 

Slowly, his door opened inward and in shuffled some Latino guy, wearing a cheap, poorly tailored suit. 

He was young, probably only in his very early twenties, fresh out of college. He was a little chubby but still quite handsome. Evidently, he wasn’t confident though because he kept his eyes fixed on the floor in front of him.

Derek recognized him as an intern. He didn’t know his name (or care to) let alone why he was now in his office? Interns had never reported directly to him, especially not now, and he only ever used them to find Tammy if he couldn’t locate her. 

“Can I help you find something or someone?” He asked as kindly as he could.

“I, um…” the kid said quietly as he finally raised his gaze and looked Derek in the eyes. “I was looking for, um… for you.”

“For me?” Derek frowned. “Are you sure?” He questioned, raising his brows. 

The intern nodded. “I’m Nick. Nick Torres. I’m interning in the finance department, and…”

“How can I help you, Nick?” Derek cut in, the smile he’d forced onto his face now extra strained. 

Nick looked around the office, like he needed to confirm they were alone. As he did, he suddenly looked extra flustered and all flushed and sweaty. 

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said. “See if you could, uh… Maybe…”

“Maybe what?” Derek cut in again, his tone a little more curt than he intended it to be, but oh fucking well. This kid needed to get to the damn point!

“I’m pregnant,” Nick said quietly, his eyes going back down to the floor. 

Point gotten to. Shit.

Derek’s mind went blank. He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just sat there and stared at the evidently expectant, barely twenty-something. 

“I still barely believe it,” Nick continued with a nervous chuckle. “I’m also still embarrassed, but after you went public, I started to feel a little better and less scared,” he nodded. “I mean, what’re the odds? Two of us at the same company! That’s pretty crazy, huh?”

Derek remained silent. He was still having trouble processing. 

“I only just turned twenty, and I’m just an intern,” Nick went on. “But I guess we’re in this together now, right?!” He chuckled again as his hands went to his middle, which Derek suddenly realized looked quite bloated stuffed under the intern’s cheap, ill-fitting button down. 

When Derek still didn't reply, he laughed again. As he did, his gaze shifted to what he could see of the VP's middle from behind his desk. Even on the other side of the large piece of furniture, Nick could still see a lot. His face paled and his smile started to shift as he continued to wait for a response, which when it eventually came, wasn't what he'd been expecting. 

“Get out, Derek said quietly. 

Nick blinked a couple times. “I'm sorry?”

 “Get the fuck out of my office, now,” Derek said even quieter. 

The intern was confused. “But… But given everything you've been doing with Manternity, I thought you could…”

“Whatever you thought, you thought wrong,” Derek interrupted. “We're not in this together. I am not like you! I don't know you and I plan on keeping it that way!” He seethed. 

Suddenly looking a combination of shocked and worried, as well as close to tears, Nick quickly stood and scurried off, quietly shutting Derek's door behind him. 

The thirty-three year old was left flustered and panting, belly now heaving and heart racing as his mind reeled and the babies wriggled around inside him. Suddenly, he was absolutely infuriated. 

Disregarding how his body ached and strained in protest, Derek pushed himself out of his chair and waddled out of his office. Thankfully, Nick was no longer in sight by then. 

Tammy gave him a concerned look as he waddled past, teeth clenched, handsome face contorted in rage. As soon as they saw him coming, everyone quickly got out of Derek's way. Long forgotten was the contented facade he'd worn into the building. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Derek burst into the supply room deep in the basement. He hardly remembered his journey there other than the rage that continued to build inside him during it. Just inside the room, he came to an abrupt stop, belly and breasts all wobbling with his thin, labored breathing. 

“You!” Derek forced out, hardly able to form words he was so furious. “You… you fucked an… an intern?!”

Matt looked at him all smug as he held a box of detergent in his left hand. Slowly his lips curled up into a smirk. 

“Finally met Nick, did ya?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I fucked him,” he confirmed with a nod. “Made sure I gave him a big one, but just one,” he assured. “He’s not special like you,” he shook his head. 

“You’re a fucking piece of shit!” Derek snarled. 

Matt chuckled some more. “Didn’t expect us to be having this conversation, but here we go… Hate to break it to ya, big man, but you and me? We’re not exclusive,” he shook his head again. “It’s cute you thought we were though!” He winked. “If you want to be, I guess we…”

Derek cut him off with a loud litany of curses, but that wasn’t enough. He closed in on the janitor, extended his arms and started beating (mostly at) his chest with his fists over and over while trying his best to ignore his rapidly building fatigue and discomfort. 

The blows he managed to land hardly seemed bothersome to Matt. The huge divide Derek’s belly created prevented almost half his hits from landing their mark, further infuriating him. 

The smug janitor allowed a few more mostly missed blows, then grabbed Derek by the wrists and shoved him back against the wall. As the exec gasped in surprise, Matt reached out and closed the door, sealing them in the supply room as he pressed his toned torso against the front of the thirty-three year old's “special,” babies-filled belly. After having gone days without it, the touch went straight to Derek's dick, which rapidly began to inflate, further straining his pants. 

“I like it when you're feisty!” Matt smirked down at him. 

“Fuck you!” Derek shouted. “Let go of me!”

Unsurprisingly, Matt didn't do as requested. “What do we have here?” He asked, eyeing Derek's chest through his shirt. “Looks like someone did some more growing over the weekend,” he noted as he leaned in over Derek's belly and suddenly mouthed his right nipple through his shirt. 

The nub (along with the left,) had already been erect but now both swelled even larger, pushing out, bulging and generously seeping as Matt sucked and licked. Derek wanted to push him away but doubted he would've even if his hands had been free. He couldn't help it. 

“Tastes good,” Matt said after running his tongue around the protruding nipple he'd just released. “Even with the starch!” He winked. I told you I was gonna give you a nice, big set of jugs, didn't I?” He grinned. “Now let's make ‘em bigger!” He nodded. “Let's make everything bigger!” He nodded some more. “Let's really fuckin’ blow you up!”

Before Derek could stop him (not that he even would've,) Matt let go of his wrists, which promptly dropped, then grabbed the fecund executive's tight collar and tugged, sending buttons flying across the room. He tugged again, bearing Derek's leaking, bra-clad tits. Matt grabbed each massive cup and yanked them to the sides, destroying the bra in the process of freeing the milk-filled mounds it'd been struggling to contain anyway. 

Once again, the janitor leaned in and starting sucking, this time making direct contact with Derek's left nipple, who arched his neck back and moaned as his eyes rolled up into his head. 

“Fuuuuuuuck…” he cooed. 

The pleasure was unbelievable, but not enough. He needed more. Right hand shaking, Derek moved it towards his crotch but naturally, his giant belly got in the way. He tried to get around it so he could undo his fly and start jerking off, but couldn't get past the massive obstacle. 

“Havin’ trouble jerking off now, fatty?” Matt mockingly questioned as he slapped his hand away. “Our kids are getting so big, aren't they? Don't worry… Gimme a minute and I'll take care of you,” he promised as he pulled back, another one of his big, stupid, smug grins on his face. 

“I need it!” Derek moaned. 

He hated himself, but he really did need it. 

“Take off your pants,” Matt instructed. 

He didn't offer to help. He could've, but he didn't. He wanted to see Derek struggle. 

Derek immediately complied. It wasn't easy, but he got his pants unbuttoned and his fly down, then shoved the charcoal gray slacks down his hips as Matt walked over to a supply cart in the corner. Derek frowned when he saw his breasts hanging out there in the open, each big nipple releasing a steady dribble of milk, which proceeded to run down his belly. 

He leaned back harder against the wall, cupped the underside of his belly as breathing heavily, he kicked off his shoes and pants. Derek couldn't believe how absolutely packed he was with Matt's fucking babies. Jesus… What the fuck was he doing?! Despite all the absurdity and having every reason not to be, Derek was impossibly hard. Painfully erect. 

He looked over at Matt, who'd set a large thermos atop the cart and was now seemingly making another one of his incredible shakes right there in the supply room. There was no blender readily available, so maybe this one was a different recipe, or perhaps he'd know Derek was going to come searching for him and had already prepared all the normal, necessary ingredients in advance? Whatever the case, Derek once again noticed an alarming amount of pill bottles… 

He realized Matt was speaking. Had been speaking and he just hadn't been listening. As Derek “tuned in,” he heard the janitor finally actually listing off all the pills and powders he was using as he dumped them into the shake. He was telling Derek what each one was for. 

“This one’s a stupid powerful fertility medication… This one’s an appetite enhancer… This guy here, he helps the user retain fat and calories,” he casually listed off. “This is a hormone treatment derived from bovine compounds that increases milk production. Another fertility drug… Another appetite enhancer, but this one works differently than the first, don’t remember exactly how though!” He chuckled and shrugged. 

What the absolute fuck?! Derek thought to himself. Not that he could’ve, but he should’ve at least attempted to run the fuck out of the supply room, but he didn’t. He just stood there cradling what he could of his belly as “pharmacist” Matt continued to go on and on. 

“This drug encourages rapid growth in preemies, not that we'll be dealing with any babies comin’ early!” The janitor chuckled as he added more pills. “You're gonna be carrying our kids till they're beyond cooked! Till they're ready for fuckin’ kindergarten if everything keeps going my way!” He grinned as he turned, walked over and handed Derek the thermos. 

Shocked and horrified as he was, he still instinctively took it. He didn't drink it though, just stared at the drugged concoction. 

“You've been… been dosing me with all that shit this whole time?!” He finally snapped, utterly appalled, disgusted and disturbed. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Matt?!” He shouted as he continued to clutch the underside of his heaving belly with his other hand. 

“The question is, what's wrong with you?” Matt countered, totally nonplussed. “You've hardly been resistant,” he pointed out with raised brows and a nonchalant shrug. 

“Only ‘cause I didn't know what all that shit was?!” Derek shouted again as he began to understand why his pregnancy had gotten so out of fucking control.

“Well now you do know!” Matt shrugged again. 

“Take this back!” Derek said as he attempted to hand back the thermos. 

For a second, he thought the janitor was going to. Matt extended his hand, making it look like he was about to grab the loaded thermos, but then at the last second, he moved it down beneath Derek's belly and grabbed his still raging erection. 

Despite the belly between them, Matt didn't have a problem grabbing onto the dick just right. Derek moaned loudly as his eyes rolled back again. 

“Fuck!” He exhaled. 

It'd been a really, really long weekend. 

Derek was desperate and Matt knew it. Maybe that's why he hadn't come around on his own? Maybe he'd been setting Derek up for this exact moment?

Probably, the fucking crazy asshole.

Despite himself, Derek attempted to rock. He thrust his hips forward but as soon as he did, Matt placed his other hand on his belly and prevented any further progress. 

“Not till you drink it,” he shook his head as he looked at the thermos.

“No fucking way!” Derek yelled as he tried to thrust again. 

He felt like he was about to explode. If he'd been able to see his balls, he knew for sure they'd quite literally be blue. 

“I'll get you off as soon as you drink it,” Matt said, calm as ever. “All of it.”

“No!!! You're fucking in…” Derek started but then trailed off in a long, loud and shaky, “OoooOooh!!!” as Matt slowly jerked his dick a few times. 

“Drink it, or I stop.”

Now that he knew what was in the shakes he'd been consuming every chance he got, he knew he shouldn't, but he was too horny to resist. What little remaining sense the thirty-three year old still had went right out the proverbial window (as there were none down in the basement supply room) and before he could think twice or stop himself, was moving the thermos towards his mouth. 

“It's all those damn, pesky hormones, right?” Matt taunted. “Just can't fight ‘em, huh?” He chuckled and shook his head as he watched Derek start to drink. “But why would you want to..? You should consider yourself lucky…” he switched to nodding. 

It most certainly was those damn, pesky hormones! Derek couldn't fight them if he tried, which he did, but to no avail. 

“Things are just gonna keep getting better for you,” Matt went on as he continued to ever so slowly stroke his dick, making sure to keep the action painfully light and tame. “The bigger you get, the greater the high,” he shared. “The bigger you get, the more intense everything is gonna feel,” he nodded again. “You should be grateful I put so many babies in you,” he said as he suddenly tightened his grip, causing Derek to grunt as he gulped. “Now drink the fucking shake and don't you ever dare disobey me again!” He demanded/warned as his grip grew tighter still. 

As he let out a low groan of despair and pleasure, Derek tipped the thermos back and really started to chug. He choked slightly as Matt somewhat loosened his grip and started jerking him a little harder and faster. 

Simultaneously, Derek was in heaven and hell. He hated what he was doing, but loved what was being done to him more. Even though he now knew what drugs were in Matt's special shakes and the purpose of each of them, and even though this particular shake wasn't exactly “freshly made,” it still tasted fucking delicious as ever. 

Delicious as it was, Derek didn't want to finish it, but he did. He had no choice. By the time he swallowed the last creamy drop, the fecund VP was choking, coughing, gasping, whimpering and panting, all at the same time. Had he not already known how bad it would be to puke, Derek would've done so but he didn't dare, fearing what kind of “punishment” Matt would come up with next…

“Good boy,” the studly as he was sadistic, maintenance worker mockingly cooed as he suddenly released the pleasing hold he had on Derek's dick, causing the formerly cocky, confident, promising and powerful young exec to release a pitiful whine. 

“What?! No! Don't… Don't stop!” Derek panted pathetically, finding himself not only on the verge of some much needed relief and release, but now also tears. 

“Oh, stop… Calm your big, milky tits!” Matt chided with a roll of his eyes. “I promised you I'd get you off, and I will,” he nodded. 

“Then…” Derek started to say but then one of the janitor's big, thick fingers pressed against his lips, instantly silencing him. 

“I'm gonna get you off while I fuck you,” Matt informed with another cocky, overly pleased smirk as he started undoing his coverall. “Now turn your huge self around, put your hands on the wall, and stick that big, fat ass out,” he said as he continued to undress. 

Still huffing and panting, now actually more than before in absolutely randy anticipation of what was soon to literally come, once again, Derek did as he was told. 

He went on to have the best orgasm of his life (to date.) Abso-fucking-lutely in-fucking-credible as it was, Derek still abso-fucking-lutely hated himself after as he struggled to work himself back into the clothes Matt had all but shredded as he'd hastily removed them. 

***

Despite doing all he could to avoid any more of Matt's drugged shakes, Derek continued to grow and expand at an alarming rate. While this greatly concerned him, there was nothing he could do about it. 

While the janitor had mostly stopped pushing his “special” shakes, any time he fucked the thirty-three year old executive, he only did so after he'd agreed to eat and/or drink whatever he presented him with. During their current tryst, back down in the basement supply room, the required sustenance had been another shake. 

Despite how rich, luxuriously creamy and delicious it was, Derek continually choked on it as the janitor thrust in and out of him hard, causing his entire bloated body to rock. Some of the shake poured down his chin and dribbled down between his tits as Derek saw stars, every excessive inch of his fecund form tingling as pleasure surged deep in his heavy core. 

When Matt finally began to slow, Derek remembered himself. He remembered the game: he had to consume everything, so he continued to force down the massive, two-liter shake, trying not to choke again as his prostate was repeatedly jabbed. He tried not to think about the mountain of pastries he'd already consumed at the beginning of this rendezvous. He hadn't wanted them, but Matt wanted him to, and the janitor always got what he wanted. 

Derek was helpless to refuse, too desperate to be fucked again, with an empty deck at best. All he could do was continue to follow the janitor's rules as best he could, interspersing his misery with these bouts of outrageous pleasure highs. 

“Mmmm…” he couldn't help but moan after taking another sip of his shake. It was so good, but so was its maker…

He always tried to hide how good Matt made him feel, especially when he orgasmed, but it was nearly impossible. As he neared his next climax, Derek was panting and drooling as he leaned against a cleaning cart for support. He felt warm, boneless and slightly dizzy as his belly and tits lurched with each of Matt's thrusts. He wished they were in his room, on his bed, not crammed in the supply room again. 

Derek suddenly started to feel nauseous after taking his next sip. He feebly tried to get better footing as he set the shake down on the cart. He drew in a “deep” breath and hesitated. 

“I don't think… I can… finish it today,” he told Matt, hoping for some sympathy but already knowing he wouldn't get it. 

“Don't fuck with me Carter,” the janitor warned, just as Derek had expected. 

He groaned as he reached for the shake again. Knowing he had to finish it all anyway, he tipped it back and chugged the rest of it in less than a minute. His belly tightened and his stomach groaned in protest. Once he swallowed the last of the shake, Derek took in a deep gasp before a large belch suddenly tore up his throat as he grew notably hotter and his engorged nipples started to ache. 

“Oooh…” he moaned as they started to spurt, just spraying milk all over the damn place. 

His breasts were particularly engorged at the moment because Matt had yet to pay them enough attention. The sight of the knocked up VP's huge cow tits spraying was enough to send the janitor over the edge. With a loud grunt, he finished inside Derek then promptly pulled out, “thanking” him with a slap to his fattened right ass cheek.

Smirking, Matt sauntered over to the wall, leaned back and crossed his arms as he watched Derek slowly straighten himself. The janitor’s lips curled up into a smirk as he looked at Derek’s chest. The formerly hunky exec’s breasts were E-cups by then, perfectly round and plump and didn’t sag at all thanks to being shelved atop his belly. Centering the orbs were Derek’s huge, dark and distended nipples, which continued to dribble and occasionally spurt as he waddled over to where he’d left his briefcase. 

He was still naked and eager to get dressed so as not to not offer Matt so much to look at, but first, he needed to stop fucking spewing milk… Derek grunted as he bent over and fumbled around inside his briefcase. He grunted again as he straightened back up holding his breast pump. 

Matt smirked in amusement. 

“You know that’s only gonna make ‘em get bigger, faster, right?” He asked as he watched the engorged exec attach the suction cups to his breasts. 

Still panting from his waddle over to his briefcase, bending over and getting back up, Derek ignored him. He groaned as he turned on the pump and then sighed and closed his eyes as it got to work.

***

Now that he’d “properly introduced” himself, Derek seemed to see Nick, the intern around all the damn time. He looked so troubled walking around the office with his (relatively) small bulge tugging at his button downs. Any time Nick looked up from the floor or the stack of papers he was usually saddled with and happened to see Derek, his expression would immediately change and he’d look horrified, like he was scared he was going to become the face of Manternity.

But he wasn’t. The intern didn’t need to be worried because Matt had only given him one baby, albeit a big one. 

Fuck both of them. Seriously. 

It took a while to work up the courage and motivation, but eventually, Derek decided the time had come to look further into Benjamin Whitman, the former CEO of Micronacore, who’d seemingly dropped off the face of the earth right in the prime of his career. He didn’t know if Whitman’s sudden disappearance had anything to do with Matt, but he needed to find out. 

Benjamin was still on-planet. In fact, the address John had given Derek was located just an hour outside the city. 

One evening after work (if he could even call it that anymore,) Derek decided to drive out and pay Ben a visit. It probably wasn’t the greatest idea and might not produce any results, but Derek needed to try. He needed something, anything to go in his favor for a change.

Ben’s house was huge, at least seven or eight bedrooms and probably just as many baths. Derek slowly drove by twice, scoping it and the neighborhood out. The lights were on and there was a full-size van parked in the driveway so obviously, someone was home. Whoever it was was about to get a big surprise in the form of a massively pregnant thirty-three year old knocking on their door. 

Derek pulled over just past the driveway and put the car in park. The neighboring houses were a good distance away, making Derek feel very isolated. As much as he’d come to hate all the attention he now constantly received, he couldn’t imagine living somewhere like this. Under normal circumstances, he needed people and action. What Derek really needed at the moment though was for his life to be normal again. 

It wasn’t likely, but maybe Benjamin Whitman would be able to help? All Derek could do was hope. With a silent prayer and a sigh, he turned off the car and opened his door. 

Slowly, he worked his feet out and onto the pavement. After an hour in the car, it took more effort than “normal” to get out. Bracing his left hand on the frame and his right on the steering wheel, he exited the vehicle belly first with a loud grunt.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Derek started lumbering towards and then up the long driveway, hungry for answers (but also hungry for dinner because despite everything he’d eaten over the course of the day, once again, he was starving.) He forced himself to stop thinking about fucking food and start thinking about what information Ben might be able to provide? 

He needed to know more about Matt, more about his ultimate motivation… Blackmail was understandable to a degree, but why carry it out in this manner? Speaking of blackmail, Derek needed something he could use against the damn maintenance worker without getting dragged any further down this insane rabbit hole. 

As he waddled up the  driveway breathing heavily, Derek clutched his belly to keep it from wobbling too out of control. He kept moving, but genuinely wondered what he was doing? Here he was all alone, out in the suburbs, hugely pregnant with multiples, about to knock on a relative stranger's door unannounced. 

Considering his former career and connection to the janitor, it was possible Benjamin would be a bit more liberal than most of his neighbors surely were, but Derek still wasn't in the city… Out here in the suburbs, he really stuck out.

The more Derek thought about it, the more he realized what he was about to do was a bad idea. Whitman obviously didn't want to be found. As such, there was a good chance he might be hostile, and as Derek knew all too well, he wasn't in any condition to defend himself. 

He thought about turning around and waddling back to his car. He was about to, but then he heard children. Several of them by the sound of it. 

Some were babbling, some crying, some laughing. Over all, it sounded safe. Children weren't hostile. They were curious, so he'd probably be gawked at and maybe even poked, but Derek was used to that, so he waddled on. 

The driveway seemed like it would never end but finally, Derek was almost to the front walkway. He was close enough to see inside but couldn't see much with all the sheers drawn. By the time he reached the door, he was panting so he gave himself a second, during which he thought about leaving again, but he didn't. Before he knew it, his right hand had left his belly and was knocking on the door. 

The noise inside intensified. Along with the laughing and crying, Derek heard what sounded like bare little feet trotting across floorboards. Still breathing heavily, Derek anxiously waited, suddenly feeling incredibly heavy and tired despite his nerves. 

His back was sore and his hips were tight. More time passed, enough that Derek once again considered heading back to his car. That would've been the logical thing to do, to turn around and stop digging. To let go of his curiosity and any waning hope he had of learning more about Matt and just trying to get on with his life. After all, whether he wanted to or not, Derek was going to have these babies… He was going to be a dad. 

Damn it. 

Derek let another minute pass. He thought about knocking again but didn't. Even the narrow windows flanking the door had their curtains drawn and the foyer was dark, no light coming from inside. Obviously, Benjamin Whitman still didn't want to talk. 

At least Derek could say he'd tried. He started to turn and leave when the door suddenly opened a crack. A literal crack, still not allowing Derek to see inside.

“Who the… hell are you?” A man asked, quiet voice sounding somewhat out of breath but still strong enough to convey an unfriendly attitude. 

While typically an excellent communicator, once again, Derek found himself fumbling. Kids might not be hostile, but adults sure can be. 

“Hi. I'm, uh… I'm Derek Carter,” he said, forcing his lips into an awkward smile, the likes of which he often made while he was being interviewed on TV or giving one of his awkward Manternity presentations. 

“Derek Carter?” The man repeated, voice louder and now filled with obvious surprise. “From CorpaCorp?” He asked as the door opened a little wider, revealing a handsome, shocked looking face, complete with wide eyes. 

The guy's face was also somewhat chubby. The extra weight took years off the man Derek quickly recognized to in fact be Benjamin Whitman. Whitman might've been closing in on the end of his thirties, but now he could've easily passed as being in his late twenties.

“That's me,” Derek replied with a nod. 

“You're pregnant,” Whitman said as his wide eyes took in Derek's gravid belly. 

He definitely continued to sound surprised, but not as surprised as one might imagine, and he didn't say “really pregnant” or the like as one also would've expected, one being Derek, who was actually several people in one.

He would've been surprised, but then he thought about all the time he'd been spending in the news. Whitman knew who he was as soon as he told him his name, so obviously, he must've seen Derek on TV or read some of the excessive coverage he now received, both online and in actual print. 

Derek swallowed, feeling himself blush as he gave a small nod. “That's kind of why I'm here.”

 “Because you're pregnant?” Whitman asked. 

“Sort of,” Derek nodded again. 

“How did you find me?” Whitman demanded, his hostile tone coming back full force. 

Derek thought about it for a second, but decided things might go better for him if he didn't tell the former executive he'd paid quite handsomely to have him privately investigated. He cleared his throat. 

“I'll try not to take up much of your time,” he started. “I just wanted to ask if you had any, and I mean any information you could give me on one of your former employees. He's way down the totem pole,” he emphasized. “A janitor of all things…” he rolled his eyes before he could stop himself. “He works for CorpaCorp now and his name is Matt. Anyway, anything you could tell me about…”

Very slowly, almost strangely so, Benjamin Whitman proceeded to open the door the rest of the way. As he did and more and more and more of his body was revealed, Derek stopped speaking and completely forgot the rest of what he was going to say. Why..?

Because Benjamin Whitman was pregnant. Not just pregnant, but really fucking pregnant, as in even more so than Derek! Whitman was a goddamn blimp!

Now that the door was no longer close enough for support, the bigger preggo reached out and grabbed hold of its frame. As he did so, Whitman arched his back to try and better balance the biggest belly Derek had ever seen, which bulged out like an over-inflated party beach ball from his torso. The truly giant orb was only half covered by a tent of a t-shirt, and pulsed and quavered as Benjamin gasped, clearly straining to support it. 

Over the pained gasp, from somewhere unseeable behind him, a now equally shocked and surprised Derek once again heard the horde of children. Heard but didn't see them, as all he could look at was Ben Whitman's gargantuan gut. Now that the door was open all the way, it sounded like he was running a daycare center. 

“Damn it…” Ben groaned as he clutched the closest side of his belly, chubby, handsome face contorting in discomfort. 

Derek's eyes found their way to his navel. The size and shape of a golf ball, it was impossible to miss, sticking out from Ben's pregnancy like some demented, round turkey timer. Given his own challenges with mobility, Derek genuinely wondered how the other man was able to haul such a monstrously sized belly around?! No wonder it'd taken him so long to answer the door!

“Promise me…” Whitman panted. 

Derek waited a few seconds for him to finish his request. When all he did was continue to take in labored breaths, he asked, “Promise you what?”

“Promise me if I… let you in, you won't share what you see or… what I say,” the bigger preggo haltingly replied. 

The frazzled VP shakily nodded. 

Whitman tottered forward, stuck his head outside and cast a wary glance around the property. As far as Derek could tell, if anyone was out and about, they weren't close enough to see them. Grunting, Benjamin cautiously stepped back and nodded, indicating Derek could come in. 

As he entered the house, he suddenly felt downright slim and spry like he'd once been, now seemingly in a different life. Once the front door had been shut and locked, Ben turned on the lights, illuminating the foyer and revealing a concerning number of children.

Now, the sight matched the sound… It looked like he was running a daycare. Children, at least twenty of them, ran, crawled or toddler about the house on chunky, clumsy legs. There were several more who looked to be under a year, sitting around in playpens, playing with toys, each other, or sucking their thumbs. 

Derek gulped as he tried to process the scene. He tried to articulate words over the intensified noise coming from the children and his own pounding heart. 

“Are they… Are the kids all…”

“All mine?” Ben finished for him, panting heavily as he leaned back against the nearest wall and cupped his gigantic pregnancy, which gave a sudden, slight jump, causing him to grunt. “Yes,” he nodded. “Now you know. I used to be the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country, and now…” he trailed off in a sigh as his legs fumbled beneath him. “Now I'm this…” he took his right hand from his belly and gestured at himself. 

Somewhat belatedly, Derek noticed his breasts. Whitman sported a perky pair of C-cups, nothing outrageous like his own huge milk-filled jugs. The preggos’ eyes met. 

“Don't ask me how or why, but it's like I'm addicted to Matt,” Whitman shook his head, shifting his wide hips as he rubbed his swell, trying to pacify its visible movements. “God knows I don't need to have any more of his babies, but being pregnant with them just feels so damn good!” He moaned. 

Derek's mind reeled. This was not what he'd been expecting, not in the slightest. His legs felt weak as he stared at Benjamin Whitman. This was too much. Way too much…

“Matt hasn't been coming around as much as he used to,” Ben went on. “Now I know why…” he grunted as he slowly eyed Derek up and down. “But he still keeps me full. Very full!” He grunted again. “I don't know how ‘cause he won't tell me, but somehow, he can get me pregnant again when I already am!” He shook his head. 

Something blew in Derek's head. For a moment, he thought he'd had an aneurysm or something as all he could see was white, but no such luck. He'd just been (further) shocked into a temporary stupor. 

Ben chuckled. “It's kinda nice to know I'm not the only one. I am a little jealous,” he admitted. “But yeah… Still kinda nice.”

Derek frowned. “You didn't know about me till now?”

 The bigger preggo shook his head. “Had no clue. Makes sense though. Matt obviously has a type.”

 “But I'm all over the news…”

Whitman laughed. “I couldn't tell you the last time I watched the news or read the paper. I can't even tell you where my phone is most of the time!” 

“I…”

“Are there more?” He asked. “Any others?” 

Derek nodded. “One more I know of. He's…” 

Whitman huffed. “Matt's getting greedy, huh?” 

“Apparently.” 

“Asshole. I thought I was enough.”

“You can have him!” Derek grunted. “Anyway, do you know why he did this to you?”

 “Probably just ‘cause he could,” Ben shrugged.

“You never asked?”

 “Oh, I did,” he nodded. “He just never told and then I stopped wondering. Doesn't matter at this point,” he shrugged again. 

“Why do you keep letting him?”

“Like I said, I'm addicted.”

 “To being pregnant?”

 Whitman nodded. 

“But how do you manage all these kids?” Derek asked, gesturing around the house.

“I have help. Two nannies. Tonight's their night off,” Ben replied. “They run all my errands and obviously help with the kids. It's not as bad as it looks, I swear.”

“Right… So does Matt help?”

He laughed. “The only help he provides is making more!” 

“And you're OK with that?”

 “No, but what choice do I have?” Ben shrugged. “Anyway, I need to start getting everyone down for the night. Wanna help?” He asked with a hopeful smirk. 

“Oh, um…” Derek gulped again. 

“I'm kidding,” Whitman winked. “Believe it or not, I'll manage, but it's safe to say, you should think about getting some practice in soon,” he suggested as he eyed Derek's belly. “My door's always open if you're interested,” he said as with a grunt, he pushed off the wall and started heading back towards said door, indicating the time had come for Derek to leave. 

“Please don't tell Matt I came to see you,” Derek said once he was back in front of the house. “I don't think he'd be happy,” he rolled his eyes as he shook his head. 

“No, I don't think he would be,” Ben agreed. “Your secret's safe with me so long as mine is with you.”

“It is,” Derek nodded. 

“Take my number,” Whitman said before giving it to him. “Maybe don't save it under my actual name though…”

“Right.”

 “You can call or text if you have any other questions,” he said as he braced himself against the door, his other hand cradling the underside of his enormous swell. “And I was serious about getting in some practice…” he nodded. “Obviously, I've got plenty of mouths to feed, diapers to change and burps to get out!” He chuckled. “So think about it.”

“I will,” Derek nodded, even though he already had zero intention of taking Ben up on his offer, kind and helpful as it was. 

“Enjoy the drive back,” Ben said as he started to close the door. “Doesn't look like you'll be able to fit behind the wheel much longer!” He winked before waving, closing the door and promptly turning off the light in the foyer. 

As Derek waddled back to his car, he tried to process all he'd just seen and heard. Again, none of it had been what he'd been expecting… Whitman might've enjoyed the fact he had some “company” but he didn't. It just made everything all the more insane. 

Same as with Nick, the intern, Derek didn't want to be put into the same boat as Ben. He didn't want to have to move out to the suburbs, where he'd be forced to buy a house big enough to hold dozens of children. He didn't want to be forced into early retirement because he'd become some breeding bitch for some demented maintenance worker.

Matt's cock was pretty damn wonderful, but Derek wasn't going to allow himself to become addicted to it. No fucking way!

As he shoved himself back into his car, the furthest point of his belly bumped the bottom of the steering wheel, causing him to wince and have to “quickly” adjust himself. Derek hated to admit it, but Ben was right: he wasn't going to be able to drive himself around much longer. Fuck… 

The thirty-three year old thought about everything and nothing at the same time as he drove back to the city. He tried to stop thinking about what Ben Whitman had become because the more he did, the closer it brought him to entirely falling apart, but he couldn't stop thinking about and mentally picturing the bigger preggo.

Now more than ever, Derek wished he hadn't gone digging. He'd gotten nothing to use on Matt, and only earned himself more stress in the process. 

All he could do was hope and pray that he hadn't just gotten some unexpected insight into his future.

Once again, fuck.