Chapter Seven:

One day the scene suddenly shifted. After hours of the now routine gorging session, Steve brought in a huge soft serve ice cream machine. Bobby moved around to the other end of the table, and Steve set the machine right over Mark’s head, positioning the nozzle right over his mouth.

“Guys. Oooooo. Come on!” Mark moaned. They can’t be this crazy, can they? "There’s no fucking way . . . . ughhh. I can’t hardly . . . . eat . . another . . . . mouthf-mphff-mmff-hmm!” Steve had lowered the machine until the nozzle was shoved square into Mark’s mouth.

“All right Bobby, my boy. This is the final shot. The moment this pregnant jock has been waiting for!”

Mark heard the machine kick on, and soon there was a burst of chocolate goo rushing into his mouth. His eyes started to water as he struggled to throw his throat open to keep pace with the rush. This was the most intense feeding he'd ever had!

“That’s right you fat blimp. Your babies are so massive we need to hook you to a feeding machine to load them up! Never thought your gut stuffing would lead to this did you?"

Mark barely heard Steve’s taunts. It took his full energy to try to swallow as fast as the ice cream was rushing into his mouth.

“See preggo, this isn’t just ice cream either. It’s charged with enough weight gainer and prenatal vitamins to make you balloon up twice as fat as we’ve already gotten you!”

Mark choked at the news as ice cream started overflowing down the side of his puffed-out cheeks but then he felt a warm jolt – a burning hot feeling.  He figured out that Bobby had locked his mouth over his throbbing dick.

In unison rhythm, Bobby’s pumping timed with Mark’s chugging, got Mark into a swallowing pattern that opened his throat further to the rush of fluid. Every time Mark started to slow, Bobby stopped, leaving Mark in agony on the brink of explosive orgasm, only starting again once Mark fell into a regular chugging to get back in time with the flow of the feeding machine.

Mark felt the pressure in his mammoth belly press against the surface of his gut like never before. It was then that the babies started in on the action too, kicking, punching, prodding and testing the elastic limits of their womb.  If ever he felt ready to explode, this was it! He was sure he was going to pop.

The jersey had never felt more pressed against Mark’s belly. He could feel the outline of the hem digging into the girth of his ballooning stomach. He could feel the side seams cutting into his bulging love handles in a bowing arc outlining the rise of his gut.

Then he was sure he felt them starting to separate, two lines digging into his belly and pulling wider apart as he heard a loud ripping noise mix in with the hum of the machine and the slurping sounds of his gulps. His eyes were watering harder, his belly was strained to its very limit, the jersey was busting wide open from the pressure and his hips were rocking hard as Bobby finally picked up his rhythm in time with the building swell of Mark’s belly. This was it, he was going to blast wide open, belly blowing like the Hindenburg, his cock exploding all over the …..
 
“ERRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

With Mark’s monstrous yell, the nozzle popped free of his mouth, spilling ice cream all over his face.  Bobby’s arms locked around Mark’s immense belly as Mark blew his load all over the base of his belly in a rush that lasted for what seemed like ten minutes. At the same time Mark's belly button which had somehow managed to remain an innie, gave up its fight and burst out, crowning the top of the gigantic sphere like a jewel. 

Feeling so light headed he could pass out at any second, Mark felt the warm splatter of his cum dripping down the sheer rise of the bottom of his belly.   Bobby rubbed his hands up and down the underside of his gut, smearing Mark's cum over the lower expanse of his huge, pregnant bulge that could only be felt not seen by the bloated stud.

“Goddamn, I couldn’t have staged that better myself!” Steve applauded.

Mark was too weak to even react. He just felt himself pressing his belly into Bobby’s hands as he continued to massage his tightly stuffed monster baby mound, the babies doing cartwheels and somersaults internally.

“I guess maybe we can let you free now preggo. Seems you finally ballooned up enough for me to get the climax of this little picture. This thing is going to be a beauty of an edit. You’re going to be out on video shelves with a continuous shot of your pregnancy inflating before people’s eyes. I'm gonna splice frames together so it looks like the past several months of stuffing made your gut balloon up in about thirty minutes before ol' Bobby’s eyes.  The world will see you growing fatter and fatter and more pregnant until that jersey finally gives way for us! I’m a fucking genius!”

Chapter Eight:

With that Mark felt his hands come free as Steve undid the bonds and again slapped Mark’s immense belly.

“Thanks for the new idea you blimp. I think this may just bring in a whole new market for us!” Steve chuckled as he told Bobby to help Mark up. With one last hiss in Mark’s ear, Steve added, “You know, all you would've had to do was shoot a couple more scenes for me. I would've let you go when you really started showing," he said, shaking his head as he stood up straight. "Oh well, I like your idea better. Don’t ever think you can fuck with me like that again, you got it preggy?!?  Good luck delivering those huge babies!” He laughed loudly as he left.

Mark was still panting too hard to even say a word. Laying there until his breathing returned to normal, he slowly lifted his arms to feel his belly for the first time in months. Soft groans came from his throat as the once buffed stud felt his massive belly.

He tentatively ran his hands higher and higher up the rounded bulge of his spherical gut, feeling how warm, firm and huge it was. Bobby watched gape jawed as Mark’s muscled arms stretched, attempting to reach the top.  Mark finally opened his eyes, trying to sit up as he struggled to reach completely around his belly.

With louder grunts, he twisted with all his might, realizing there was no may to make his hands meet. Even though he was pushing with all his strength he could only wrap his hands around his bulging bellyfar enough to leave a good three feet exposed between them. His head slammed back on the table as his arms fell.

“Oh my God! I’m a fucking blimp!!”

Bobby came around and pushed his hands under Mark’s shoulders. Coaxing Mark to help him out, they hoisted Mark up, twisting his legs to drop off the side of the table. Mark was nearly in a sitting position but Bobby had to brace his back with his shoulder; Mark’s giant belly was pushing him back, pressing into his thighs and back into his pecs, shoving them toward his chin. With both of them breaking a sweat, Mark was finally shoved forward until his feet hit the floor. He supported himself by kicking his arms back. As strong as he was, Mark’s arms had to work hard to give that final push to get up to a standing position. The momentum nearly toppled him forward and Bobby raced around the table to help stabilize the pregnant stud before he rolled down to the floor where he’d end up resting on his belly.

“You’re gonna have to learn how to balance that thing,” Bobby said as Mark leaned his shoulders back to counter-weight the belly that launched out for days in front of him.

“Holy fuck. I have to weigh a ton.” Mark shook his head as he looked down from his fattened up pecs to see the top arcing line of his belly fade away from him like a planet’s horizon.

“Step over here and let’s find out.” Bobby guided Mark a few steps across the set to the medical scale. When Mark’s belly (more acurately, his belly button) bumped into the upright before his feet even stepped onto the base, Bobby slowly turned Mark so that he could step backwards onto the scale. Staring with amazement, Bobby’s eyes followed the huge line Mark’s belly traced as he turned. With the thud of the scale’s plate under Mark’s massive weight, Bobby starting shifting the weights to get a reading.

“I’m not sure I want to know.”

Clank. Clank.

“What’s it reading?”

“Can’t tell yet,” Bobby laughed nervously. 

Clank.

Mark groaned and rubbed his aching, massive belly as one of the babies kicked, visibly warping the side of the sphere.

“What, 350 lbs.?”

Clank. Clank.

Another little laugh. “On no, I passed that one a few tries ago.”

“Shit!” Mark put one hand underneath his belly and ran the other one along the gargantuan top line of his blimped up belly, wondering if his hands could meet along this path. They couldn’t.

“400. 450. Nope. 475. Oop. Maybe – ooo. Nope. 4 . . . . 9 . . . . Four hundred and ninety five pounds! Holy shit you’re HUGE!!!”

Mark shuffled off the scale and grabbed his stomach again. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this!”

Bobby pressed up behind Mark, nestling his stiffening dick into the valley between Mark’s meaty butt, reaching his arms around the stud’s giant sphere of a belly to grasp his forearms. “Should we head out of here to feed you a dinner big enough to break an even 500?"

Mark felt the heat building in his nuts again. "Yeah, stuff me."

Chapter Nine:

"Small problem," Bobby said after he and Mark had agreed to one more feeding. "Well," he chuckled. "Big one actually."

"What?" Mark asked as he waddled carefully over to the wall and leaned against it. His hands went to the underside of his belly, trying to support it. He wasn't used to all his new weight.

"What are you gonna wear?" Bobby asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Shit," Mark said, looking down and rubbing the planet that spilled out in front of him. "That's gonna be a problem," he agreed.

"Well those shorts you've got on are still holding up," Bobby pointed out. "Thank God for lycra."

"Yeah but I can't leave here like this!" Mark sighed.

"Tell you what," Bobby said, rubbing his chin. "Let's call in an order from the catering company. Have one last meal on Steve's dime," he added with a wink.
"That's the least he could do," Mark huffed in agreement.

"While we're waiting on the food I'll run out and try to find a shirt that'll fit you and we'll go from there." Mark nodded as Bobby looked him up and down, shaking his head. "And if I can't find a shirt, I'll get a blanket or a tent or something. I'll figure it out."

"Ok," Mark nodded. " Get a few and some extra shorts too. Just get back. here before the food comes, ok?"

"I'll be quick," Bobby promised. "I'll call in the order on my way."

With that Bobby was out the door. The studio was empty now so Mark took the time to waddle slowly around, bracing himself on walls as he learned to carry and balance his new belly. The babies weren't used to their new position and started moving around.  Mark ran his free hand over his belly trying to reach where he felt the movement but it was too far away for him to touch.

"Ooof babies," Mark said to his occupants. "Settle down," he pleaded, patting the top of his belly. The part be could reach. "Seems like we're all gonna have to get used to moving around."

Continuing his slow journey around the studio, Mark's legs gradually got used to their new load. He became confident enough with his movement to let go of the wall. Both hands immediately went to his back and he leaned his shoulders back in an exaggerated manner to counter his belly's gravitational pull.

The sides and top of Mark's belly started to ache as his skin pulled and stretched in new directions, his belly pulling down on his frame now that he was vertical.  With confidence in his mobility, Mark headed out of the sound stage for the bathroom. He wanted to see just what he looked like in a mirror.
He grimmaced slightly as the sides of his belly, which stuck out further than his shoulders brushed against the door frame as he entered the bathroom.

"Jesus!" Mark gasped as he caught sight of his profile.

Mark stood gape jawed as he took in. the view before him. His stomach was huge, massive, gargantuan even!  It looked as though he had a full grown man stuffed inside his belly. Truth be told he'd gained 260 lbs., more than he weighed before getting pregnant so he really could be carrying a large, full grown man in there. A full grown man the size of his former self.

Surprisingly his stomach was free of stretch marks.  While he didn't know it, Steve's diet, including the shakes and "ice cream" he'd had Mark eat contained extra vitamins and plant oils to keep Mark's skin supple and pliant. Mark noticed his pecs were much fuller now as well, swollen from what he assumed was fat from the excessive feedings as well as milk for his unborn children. His nipples had darkened considerably as well as gotten bigger, resting heavily at the bottom of each pec that rested on top of his belly. A dark line ran vertically up the middle of his stomach, almost matching the color of his nipples, announcing to the world there this was not just a huge fat belly but a pregnant one.

Mark shook his head in utter disbelief as his mind tried to process just how absurdly large he'd become. He noticed his belly button had popped out and attempted to reach for it, knowing full well that his effort would be in vain.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him!" Mark yelled as he ran his hands over his belly. "Fuck you, Steve!"

The babies quickly became agitated at his anger.

"I'm sorry guys," Mark sighed. "Or girls. Or guy and girl."

Mark made to turn around and exit the bathroom having seen enough for now but when his belly hit the faucet (eliciting more kicks from within) Mark realized he was going to have to walk backward out of the bathroom (he was THAT big).

Chapter Ten:

Waddling his way back to the sound stage, Mark's legs suddenly felt very tired. Understandable from their lack of use over the last several months and the immense weight they now had to carry.

He looked around the stage trying to figure out how to alleviate his situation. He realized he couldn't sit in the traditional sense anymore, his belly was too big.  He really needed to take a load off but where?

He debated hoisting himself back onto the table where he'd spent the last several months but couldn't bring himself to do it. Hell, he didn't even know if he could get back up there without assistance.

Mark noticed an arm-less chair in the corner that looked sturdy enough to support his weight. He figured he would be able to rest his butt on the seat and spread his legs (somewhat) so his belly would rest on/between his thighs. He was about to attempt to sit when there was a knock on the sound stage door.

"Delivery!"

"Shit!" Mark grumbled. "Um, just leave it at the door!" He called as he waddled toward the knock.

"No can do, man!" The voice said. "I need a signature."

"Fuck!" Mark groaned under his breath.
"Um, ok, hold on a sec!" He said as he waddled to the door.

Standing behind the door, Mark opened it slowly, gasping quietly as the cold door knob brushed against his stomach.
"Here you go," the delivery kid said, handing Mark a receipt.

"Thanks," Mark smiled innocently as he took it, scribbling his signature on the line and adding a hefty tip. "You can just leave it right there," he said, nodding toward the ground.

"I gotta take the cart back," the kid said. "I'll just bring it in and unload it."

"No!" Mark said forcefully. "I mean, just unload it there," he smiled. "I'll get it."

"My boss would kill me if he found out I put food on the ground!" The kid responded.

"It's in boxes!" Mark pointed out. "And I won't tell!" He added hopefully.

"Fuck man," the kid groaned. "Just lemme in!"

"No!" Mark said firmly.

"Look I know what this place is," the kid said. "It's a porn studio."

"Yeah you're right!" Mark nodded. "Can't come in!"He said shaking his head emphatically.

"Fuck you dude," the kid said rolling his eyes. "I've been making big deliveries like this one here for the last six months and they always let me in. Step aside!" He said as he pushed the door in.

"But, um," Mark protested as the kid shoved the door into his belly.

"Look I just leave the food here," the kid said as he began to unload his cart on the table near the door. "There," he said as he unloaded the last box. "That wasn't such a big deal was it?" He asked  as turned toward Mark. "Holy shit!" He said, taking a step back, bumping into the table as he saw Mark fully for the first time. "What the fuck?!?"

Mark followed the kid's eyes down to his huge, bare middle. He looked up at the kid, smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

"Fuck dude!" The kid gasped. "What the hell's with your stomach?  Are you fucking pregnant?!?"

"Something like that," Mark shrugged again.

"Holy fuck!" The kid said, his eyes opening even wider.

"Just go!" Mark pleaded. "Here," he said, quickly handing the kid the receipt.  "I left you a really good tip!"

"How many fucking babies do you have in there?" The kid asked, not moving from his place, still staring at Mark.

"Two," Mark answered honestly.

 "What?" The kid laughed. "Two fucking 12 year olds?!?"

"Just go!" Mark yelled.

"Fuck man, that's some shit," the kid said, shaking his head as he took the receipt. "The fuck kinda place is this?"

"A real fucked up place!" Mark said flatly as he closed the door behind the kid, leaning against it heavily.

Chapter Eleven:

"I'm back!" Bobby announced as he walked through the door. "Mmm, smells good!"

"That's 'cause the food beat you here!" Mark said from his seat.

"Oh shit! The food got here already?"

"Yeah and the damn delivery kid nearly had a heart attack when he saw me!" Mark shouted.

"You let him see you?!?" The surprised Bobby asked.

"I didn't have much choice," Mark explained. "He wouldn't leave the food outside."

"Poor kid," Bobby said shaking his head.

"Poor kid my ass!" Mark yelled. "He looked at me like I had two heads!"

"It couldn't have been that bad," Bobby laughed.

"It was."

"I'm sorry," Bobby said as he walked toward the mountain of untouched food on the table. "I went as quick as I could.  I had to go to two stores but I think I found some shirts big enough for you," he said as he pulled a huge t-shirt out of the bag he was carrying.

"That looks like a fucking sheet to me!" Mark shouted.

"It's a shirt, don't worry," Bobby assured him. "And I got you some shorts too."

"Well let's see if that sheet fits," Mark said, as he attempted to stand.

"No point in trying it on big boy," Bobby said, wagging a finger. "Until you eat! You hungry?"

"Very," Mark admitted. In the time between the shocked delivery boy's departure and Bobby's arrival, Mark's belly had audibly been announcing its displeasure at being kept waiting so long to eat. Damn Steve and his feeding regimen.

"Well then," Bobby smirked as he tore the tin foil off the first dish, a tray of lasagna. "Open up big boy!"

For the next two hours, Bobby crammed food down Mark's throat just as he'd come to expect except this time Mark sat on the small chair, his belly resting heavily on his thighs while spilling down between his legs all the while the top pushed his pecs up to his chin.

"Mmm," Bobby cooed.  "You gonna break 500 for me?"

"Mmmhmm," Mark nodded as he devoured every morsel that was pushed in his mouth. He once again felt that tightness building in his belly as it was stuffed with more and more food.

When the tray of lasagna was finished, Bobby moved on to a whole tray full of cream puffs, seductively stuffing the gooey morsels in Mark's open mouth every few seconds.

"Mmmm," Mark moaned, rubbing the sides of his belly. "Getting so full!"

"You can keep eating," Bobby insisted. "You'll eat more for me right?"

"Mmmhmm!" Mark nodded, nearly gasping with anticipation for the next bite of creamy goodness.

After a few more minutes of feeding, Bobby reluctantly announced, "That's the last of it big boy."

"Mmm," Mark sighed as he swallowed the last creamy treat.

"You feelin' good?" Bobby asked with a grin. "You full?"

"Full enough for now," Mark nodded.

"Good," Bobby smiled. "Now," he said as he reached for the nearby shirt. "Time to see if this thing fits!"

"Shouldn't we make sure I broke the big 500?" Mark reminded.

Bobby helped Mark up and guided him over to the scale. Once again he eased Mark backward onto the contraption, a heavy "clank" announcing his position.

"Let's see," Bobby said as he fiddled with the weights. "Definitely not 495 anymore," he noted. "Let's add 5 lbs., hmmm," he sighed. "Not enough."

"Jesus," Mark groaned.

"Hey I didn't force feed you this time!" Bobby pointed out. "You ate what you wanted."

"Mmm."

"Five hundred one," Bobby continued. "Two, no. Three, allllllmost. "Five hundred and four pounds!" Bobby announced with a big grin.

"Fuckin' A!" Mark moaned.

"Oh come on you know you like it," Bobby smirked, putting a hand on either side of Mark's belly.

"Well," Mark said sheepishly. "But fuck man!"

"You ready to blow this joint?" Bobby asked.

"You don't have to ask me twice!" The pregnant man nodded emphatically.

Chapter Fifteen:

"Dr. West," Mark smiled from the pull out. "Thank you so much for coming."

"No problem at all," Dr. West said as he fiddled around in his bag. "I'm glad you called. Though I'm a little curious why you didn't want to come to the office," he said as he looked up. "Oh my God!" He exclaimed as he saw Mark.
"Yeah," Mark said slowly as he followed the doctor's eyes to his massive middle.
"I," Dr. West fumbled. "I, um..."

"I tried to warn you," Bobby said under his breath.

"You ok doc?" Mark asked as he rubbed the top of his belly.

"I'm ok," Dr. West said slowly. Very slowly.

"Ok," Mark said. "Well as you can see, I need you to take a look at me."

"What happened to you?!?" Dr. West asked as he plopped himself down in a nearby chair.

"Well," Mark said, looking at Bobby. "It's a little complicated. I was kind of, well there's no easy way to say this. You know I haven't come in to see you for the past several months," Mark said. Dr. West nodded. "Well, the reason that I haven't been able to is because I was being held against my will."

"My God!" The doctor exclaimed.

"Nothing bad happened," Mark said. "Nothing too bad I hope though as you can probably tell, during that time I gained a lot of weight. 269 lbs. the last time I got weighed."

"Shit!" Dr. West yelped. "I'm sorry, continue."

"I was just released a couple days ago," Mark continued. "And I want to make sure the babies are ok.  Which is why I asked you here. I'm not exactly in the position to come in to the office."

"You're certainly not," Dr. West agreed, regaining his composure and his professional demeanor.

"Will you help me?" Mark asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Of course," West nodded. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little shocked at what I'm seeing."

"Trust me," Mark chuckled. "I was too the first time I saw myself.

"I can honestly say I've never seen a pregnant man as large as you," Dr. West professed.

"I thought you said you'd seen it all?" Bobby asked. "Every size."

"I thought I had," Dr. West said. "May I?" He asked as he stood and approached Mark, reaching for the bed sheet. Mark nodded.

A slight gasp escaped the doctor's mouth as he slowly pulled the sheet down to the bottom of Mark's belly, exposing the bare dome.

"My God!" He said in awe of the giant belly before him. "How did this happen? How did you get so big?"

"Well," Mark began. "During my confinement I was force fed. A lot. Continuously until I was released a few days ago."

"I see," Dr. West nodded, his eyes not leaving the sight of the biggest belly he had ever seen.

West reached his hands out and began feeling around Mark's stomach. He pulled away and reached into his bag for his stethoscope.  He blew on it gently to warm it up before placing it against the sphere moving it around listening for the babies' heartbeats.

"First things first," he said as he listened. "I hear two, strong heartbeats." Mark smiled at the news.

Dr. West continued his journey around the belly, pushing and prodding as he went causing the babies to kick. "They've got some good strength behind those kicks!"

"I know," Mark rolled his eyes.

"So what do you think doc?" Bobby asked.

"I'm surprised to say," Dr. West said as he removed the stethoscope from his ears. "That despite Mark's massive and very unhealthy weight gain, he seems to be carrying two healthy babies."

"How big do you think they are?" Bobby asked.

"Well," the doctor said as he felt once more around Mark's belly. He put one hand on top and the other somewhere about halfway down. "It's a very rough estimate and without a sonogram it's hard to tell but if I had to guess, I'd say the babies are each around 18-20 lbs."

"Holy shit!" Bobby yelled.

"Fuck!" Mark groaned. "That big?"

"At least," Dr. West said. "Though as I said without any of my other tools it's hard to tell, though I'm certain that these two babies will be the biggest I've ever delivered."

"Speaking of which," Mark said slowly, not wanting to think about how the twins were going to leave his body but knowing that he had to. "What about the delivery?"

"One thing I'm sure of is you won't have a natural delivery. It just won't be possible."

"So he needs a c-section?" Bobby asked.

"That's the only way to deliver these two safely," Dr. West nodded.

"So other than being extremely large," Mark said, rubbing either side of his bare belly. "They seem to be healthy?"

"They do seem to be healthy," the doctor confirmed. "Though I'd like to draw some blood just to make sure you don't have gestational diabetes."

"Ok," Mark nodded.

Dr. West set to drawing Mark's blood as Bobby stood by watching. When he was done, he put the vial in his bag and told Mark he'd run it in the lab and let him know the results.

"In the mean time I want you to take it easy," the doctor said as he stood. "The babies seem perfectly happy and healthy where they are though I'd advise cutting back on the food. They're already quite large enough."

"So he's in no danger of delivering anytime soon?" Bobby asked.

"Hard to say for sure," Dr. West admitted. "Mark's due date isn't for another few weeks but who knows what his body will do in such an unnatural situation." He said before turning to Mark. "If you feel the slightest twinge or bit of discomfort, call me immediately, do you understand?"

"I do," Mark nodded.

"Well," Dr. West said, shaking his head. "You win the prize for the most unusual house call I've ever received."

"Thanks I guess," Mark smiled sheepishly.

"I'll let you know as soon as I have the lab results back, ok?"

"Sounds good," Mark nodded. "Thanks again for coming."

The doctor nodded as he left. "I'll be in touch."

Chapter Sixteen:

The day after his house call, Dr. West called Mark to inform him that though he'd gain 269 lbs., the majority of which was fat alone, he miraculously did not have gestational diabetes and the blood work confirmed that the babies were not only healthy but very robust.

"Makes me want to celebrate!" Mark said happily.

"What did you have in mind?" Bobby asked.

"Something that doesn't involve lying on this damn pull out anymore," Mark groaned.

"I told you it wasn't very comfortable," Bobby reminded. "The offer for my bed still stands."

"I don't want to put you out," Mark said. "You're already doing so much."

"My bed's plenty big," Bobby shrugged. "We could both fit."

"You sure about that?" Mark chuckled. "Have you seen me?"

"I've seen you," Bobby laughed. "How 'bout we see if we can both fit a little later?" He suggested with a wink.  "In the mean time, you up for getting outta here?"

"You mean leaving the apartment?"

"Yeah," Bobby nodded. "You could use some fresh air."

"I dunno," Mark said, looking down at his middle. "I'm not sure I'm ready for people to see me like this. I told you how the delivery boy reacted to seeing me and you saw for yourself how Dr. West reacted and he's a doctor!"

"Well I was thinking of going somewhere that no one had to see you," Bobby said.

"Where's that?"

"My parents' house," Bobby explained "They've got a big house across town.  It's very secluded and they have a pool. Might be nice for you to get in and take some weight off, so to speak."

"But what about your parents?" Mark asked.

"They're out of town for the next couple weeks," Bobby explained.

"Ok," Mark nodded. "I don't have a swim suit though."

"Who says you need one?" Bobby asked raising an eyebrow. "I've seen you naked a million times."

"True," Mark nodded. "Getting in the pool does sound nice."

"Alright then, let's go!" Bobby smiled.

Chapter Seventeen:

"Oh man," Mark sighed as he eased his naked body against the side of the pool. "This is nice."

"I thought you'd enjoy it," Bobby grinned as he easily jumped in the pool. Mark silently envied his energy and mobility.

"This makes cramming myself into the back of your car on the way here totally worth it," Mark grinned as he enjoyed the feeling of the cool water surrounding his bloated body.

"About that," Bobby said before dunking himself underwater. "I can borrow my dad's car until he gets back," he offered once he resurfaced. "He's got a Land Cruiser. Might make getting around a little easier for you."

"If you don't think he'd mind," Mark shrugged.

"He won't even notice," Bobby rolled his eyes. "He's got 4 cars, way more than he can use himself. I'm always borrowing one of them anyway."

"Ok," Mark nodded. "So I take it your parents have a lot of money?" He asked as looked around the large pool and lush backyard. The house was huge and beautifully decorated Mark had noticed as he lumbered through it.

"Yeah," Bobby nodded. "My dad's an exec for a major airline and my mom's a lawyer."

"And what do they think of their son's career choice?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They don't know about it," Bobby smirked. "They think I'm just a personal trainer, which I am but just on the side."

"I didn't know that."

"Well now you do," Bobby winked. "Didn't think all these muscles were just for show did you?" He laughed as he flexed his biceps.

"Usually are with most of the gym queens on porn sets," Mark pointed out.

"Not me."

"Now that I know that," Mark said as he eased himself off the wall and began walking through the water. "I know who I'm gonna come see after I have the twins to help me get back in shape."

"You're gonna have your work cut out for you I won't lie," Bobby said honestly. "But I'll help you."

"Hell," Mark chuckled. "Right now I'd be happy enough just losing half this thing," he said, tapping the top of his belly. "I know my abs have got to be destroyed after all they've been through. I'm not expecting to be back in the same shape I was before, I just want to lose as much weight as I can as quickly as possible."

"Once you deliver these two," Bobby said, swimming over to put his hands on either side of Mark's belly. "We'll get you back on track. Though I've gotta say, seeing you blow up before my eyes has been fucking hot."

"I've gotta admit," Mark said, pushing his belly out further against the touch of Bobby's hands. "Feeling and seeing myself blow up in front of both of our eyes has been pretty fucking hot to me too. I can't believe I'm saying this, but being this big, having this huge, pregnant belly," he said, running his hands all over it, wetting the top that stuck of the water. "Makes me feel sexy."

"You're so sexy right now," Bobby smiled, pushing his muscular abs against the over-sized beach ball that had replaced Mark's.

"You want to show me just how sexy you think I am?" Mark asked.

"You mean what I think you mean?" Bobby asked with a grin.

"If what you think I mean is have sex, then I mean what you mean!" Mark grinned. "Help me out of the pool!" 

Chapter Eighteen:

"How are we gonna do this?" Bobby asked as he helped the naked, pregnant stud up the pool stairs.

Mark hadn't thought that far ahead yet. All he could think of was how massively pregnant he was and just as massively horny.

"Um," Mark said, one hand gripping the railing, the other rubbing the side of his belly as one of the twins kicked. He looked around the yard for a place he'd be able to have long overdue sex as comfortably as possible.

"On the ground?" Bobby suggested.

"No," Mark shook his head. "My belly's too big," he said, rubbing it for emphasis. "Plus, don't know if I could get back up."

"Ok," Bobby said as he scanned the yard for another suitable place. "How 'bout against the wall over there?" He nodded toward the low brick wall next to the steps that led into the yard from the house. "You can brace yourself on it."

"Works for me," Mark nodded as he waddled as quick as he could to the decided location. His dick was hard already, sticking straight out and rubbing against the bottom of his pregnancy.

"Let me put this down for you," Bobby said, rushing ahead to drape a towel over the brick so Mark wouldn't have to rest on the rough surface.

Bobby helped Mark lean over, helping him spread his legs so his belly could hang freely as he rested his forearms on the wall.  In the new position, Mark's belly pulled his back into a deep, uncomfortable arch but he kept his discomfort to himself, hoping the pleasure he was about to receive would make the back ache he'd have later worth it.

"Damn," Bobby said slowly as he came up behind Mark, running his hands over his big bubble butt. "I always loved your ass," he said, giving it a quick slap, enjoying the jiggle he caused. "All those times I watched you filming," he said, licking his lips. "I always wished it was me fucking you."

"Now's your chance," Mark smirked, turning back to give Bobby a wink.

"I've had so many dreams about this ass," Bobby admitted as he ran his hands over the bulbous globes. "It's even better looking up close. Bigger too!"

"I'm sure it's gotten bigger since I've gotten pregnant," Mark said breathlessly, dying for Bobby to pull off his board shorts and fuck him. "All that food that was forced into me, some of it had to go to my ass."

"Mmmm," Bobby moaned. "Sure looks like it!"

"Come on Bobby!" Mark pleaded.

"Someone's horny!"

"Take your fucking shorts off already!" Mark groaned. "Show me what you're working with!"

"I hope you're ready," Mark smirked as he untied his shorts slowly. "You might just ask me to put my shorts back on when you see what I've got!"

"We'll see about that," Mark smirked.

Finally, Bobby let his board shorts drop. He was already hard and now that it was free of its confines, his erection sprung up, the head landing just above his belly button as it smacked against his stomach.

"Fuck!" Mark panted.

"You think you can take this?" He asked as he played with droplets of water on Mark's big booty.

"Hell yeah," Mark nodded. It had been awhile since he'd had sex but he was dying for it, praying he could take the huge cock up his tight hole.

Bobby grabbed his member and lined it up with Mark's hole. He pushed gently against the tight circle, gasping as he entered its tight grip.

"Fuck!" He panted.

"Ooooh!" Mark groaned.

Slowly, Bobby pushed more of himself inside, relishing the feeling of Mark's warm, velvety walls.

"Fuck you're tight!" Bobby panted as he focused on not blowing his load right then and there. "So tight!"

"Mmm!" Mark groaned as he felt himself being filled for the first time in a long time. "Fuck! Ahh!" He gasped.

"Just a little more," Bobby said gently as he pushed his last few inches in. "There," he sighed as his crotch brushed against Mark's ass.

"God damn, Bobby!" Mark panted, trying to catch his breath. He was practically seeing stars.

"Told you it was big," Bobby chuckled. "You doin' ok?"

"Yeah," Mark nodded, resting his head on his forearms. "Fuck me!"

Bobby did as instructed and went to work, pistoning himself in and out of Mark, enjoying the sound of his body slapping against Mark's. Mark's belly, which had been hanging heavily from the rest of his body like a piece of over-ripe fruit started swaying slowly back and forth, hitting the top of his thighs before being pushed back up against the bottom of his pecs.

Bracing one hand on Mark's ass, Bobby reached around and began stroking the parts of Mark's belly he could reach with the other.  Both men gasped in ecstasy - enjoying the pleasure they were both receiving. Moans, skin slapping and breathless words filled the yard.

Mark lifted his head moved his hand back to put it on top of Bobby's. He guided their hands to the motion that was taking place within him. He pushed Bobby's hand with gentle force against his skin. Bobby immediately felt a baby kick against his hand.

"This is..." Bobby panted. "Incredible!"

"Yeah!" Mark moaned. "Mmm! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

"I'm gonna cum!" Bobby panted.

"Already?!?" Mark cried.

"Sorry!  This is just..." he gritted between his teeth. "Too damn hot!"

"You know," Mark groaned as he began shoving has ass back against Bobby's waist. "I'm gonna want more of this."

"I was hoping you'd, uh! Say that!" Bobby panted. "Aw fuck! Here it comes!" He said as he dropped himself onto Mark's aching back, wrapping both hands around his waist.

"Mmm," Mark cooed as he felt Bobby release inside of him.

"Ah!" Bobby yelled. "Ah! Oh yeah! Fuck!" He panted as he continued to pound into Mark.

"God I needed that!" Mark groaned as Bobby's pounding slowed.

"You didn't finish tough," Bobby noticed. He reached between Mark's legs and grabbed hold of his dick.

"I, oooh!" Mark moaned. "I'm ok, I'm ok!" He panted.

"No," Bobby said as he slowly moved around inside Mark's ass. "I want you to cum too."

"Mmm," Mark sighed as Bobby worked his piece. "Mmm! Oh shit! Oh Bobby!"

"Yeah, that's right," Bobby said as he kissed Mark's sweaty back. "Cum on all over that big belly of yours."

"Ahh!" Mark cried as he shot his load into Bobby's hand and all over the bottom of his belly.

"Yeah," Bobby cooed. "Cover your huge belly," he encouraged as he reached under and began smearing Mark's cum over the bulge. "You shot a big load," he said seductively as he rubbed it in. "Covered this pregnant belly."

"Fuck!" Mark panted, resting his head once more on his arms.

"Round 2?" Bobby asked as he smeared the last of Mark's cum into his stretched belly skin.

"Mmm," Mark panted. "Definitely. I'm just gonna need a minute!"

Chapter Nineteen:

The afternoon passed quickly as round two soon led to rounds three and four. By the end, both men were exhausted and Mark's back was killing him. The amazing sex made up for it though.

"Ahh," Mark sighed as he sat down on a lounge chair. "All I can say is wow. I needed that."

"Me too," Bobby nodded as he dropped himself into the chair next to Mark's. "Looks like the babies got worked up," he smirked as he watched Mark's belly warp and roll.

"Worth it," Mark sighed, putting his hands behind his head. "Totally worth it."

"Mmm," Bobby moaned as he watched Mark's belly. "Fuck!"

"What?" Mark asked with a yawn.

"I just can't get over how big you are," Bobby said, reaching a hand out to rub the side of Mark's motion filled belly.

"You can't get over it?" Mark laughed. "Think about what it's like for me!"

"I can't wait to see the video," Bobby said. "See you blowing up for me."

"You saw me blow up for you in person!" Mark laughed. "You did this to me!" He yelled playfully, grabbing either side of his stomach and shaking it slightly. He immediately regretted his actions as it caused the twins to act up even more.

"You're not mad are you?" Bobby asked cautiously. They had yet to discuss Bobby's involvement in the ordeal.

Mark sighed. "I was at first. But now," he shrugged looking down at the huge sphere that was his middle. "What's done is done. I mean I never would have wanted this to happen to me but now that it has I can't say I'm too upset."

"Wow," Bobby grinned. "That makes me feel so much better hearing you say that."

"There are a few things you can do to make it up to me if you're still feeling guilty," Mark smirked.

"What's that?"

"One," Mark began. "You can promise me that you'll help me get back in shape."

"Already said I would."

"Two," Mark continued. "You can keep fucking me."

"Gladly," Bobby nodded enthusiastically.
"Three, you can order me some dinner."
"You're hungry again huh?" Bobby laughed.

"Three pizzas should do it," Mark shrugged.

"But the doctor said you need to cut back on the food. The babies are already huge."

"The doctor also said I'm gonna have to have a c-section," Mark shrugged again. "The babies are healthy and I'm hungry!"

"It'll just mean more work getting back in shape," Bobby pointed out.

"We both know it's highly unlikely for me to even get close to the body I used to have," Mark pointed out. "I've come to terms with that."

"If you say so," Bobby said. It was his turn to shrug.

"I do," Mark nodded. "Now order those pizzas!"

Chapter Twenty-Six:

A couple minutes later, Bobby pulled the car into a parking spot behind the hospital usually reserved for doctors. Dr. West approached followed by two orderlies with a wheelchair. He handed Bobby a parking pass and came around to open Mark's door.

"I hear two babies are ready to make an appearance," he grinned.

"You heard right," Mark nodded.

It took the doctor and Bobby's help to get Mark unwedged from his seat. The two male orderlies stood back in shock as they watched the biggest pregnant man they'd ever seen practically burst out of the car.

"Hold the chair steady guys," Dr. West instructed as he and Bobby backed Mark toward the chair and eased him down. Mark sighed with relief as he sat though his belly more than filled his lap.  His chest was forced up so high by the sphere since it had no where to drop that his mouth almost rested between his cleavage.

"Up to labor and delivery," Dr. West said as he led the group inside. The two orderlies pushed Mark in, each taking a side of the wheelchair. Their shocked faces could not be missed.

Thankfully, since they entered the hospital through the back door there weren't any people to gawk at Mark as he was wheeled down hall after hall of the hospital, up two different elevators.

Finally they reached a private room where all four men: the orderlies, Bobby and Dr. West helped Mark out of the chair. Two nurses came in and paused at the door. One gasped audibly as she caught sight of her patient.

"Come on ladies," Dr. West waved them in. "We need to get our patient prepped!"

Nodding, the two nurses stepped forward as the orderlies left. One paused at the door, shaking his head in disbelief with his mouth hanging wide open as he looked from Mark's gigantic belly down to his own flat one then back to Mark's.

The nurses helped Mark out of his clingy shirt and tight shorts and into the biggest gown the hospital had. It didn't come close to closing over Mark's belly.

"Sheila," Dr. West said to one of the nurses. "Go make sure the OR is ready and the rest of the team is in place. And Tanya," he said turning to the other nurse. "Go get the camera crew."

The two nurses nodded and quickly left the room.

"Camera crew?" Mark asked as he stood there, holding his gown as closed as possible. Since could only reach the top of his belly the gown left a good foot of skin exposed around either side of his belly button. Now that the babies had dropped, his crotch was covered by his stomach so he at least had some modesty.

"Oh," Dr. West chuckled. "I'm sorry, I must not have told you.  I told the Chief Surgeon about you and he wants to film the delivery and take some pictures. Strictly for medical purposes of course."

"Oh, um, ok," Mark shrugged.

A few minutes later, the camera crew arrived, one man with a video camera another with a still shot.

"Now Mark," Dr. West said. "If you wouldn't mind, please remove your gown for some pictures."

With Bobby's help, Mark did as instructed and was soon naked, posing for different shots in front of the camera. The camera crew who had seen nearly every medical oddity possible didn't even bat an eye.

"That should be enough for now guys," Dr. West told the camera crew after they'd taken a shot of the doctor with a tape measure stretched around the widest point of Mark's stomach. The reading was 101".

Bobby helped Mark back into his gown and was in the process of helping Mark into the bed with the two nurses when the second contraction hit. Mark immediately reached for Bobby's hand and took it in a death grip.

"Oooh!" Mark groaned. "This one's stronger!"

"Soon as it passes we'll head for the OR," Dr. West announced. "In fact I'm going to head over now and prep. I'll see you shortly."

The doctor left as Mark continued panting through the rest of the contraction, squeezing Bobby's hand tightly.

When the contraction ended, Bobby and the nurses got Mark onto the bed. One of the nurses put a cap over Mark's hair as the two orderlies returned. When Mark was secured in the bed the orderlies wheeled Mark's bed to the OR. Bobby was given a pair of scrubs and a cap to change into so he could be by Mark's side.

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

Once in the OR, Mark was instructed by the nurses to let go of his gown (which he had still been trying to hold closed in vain).  He did as instructed and let the gown drop off to either side, his belly bulging up and away from his body even more noticeably now that it was completely bare.

The nurses worked quickly to clean, shave and prep the dome for surgery. Mark was given an IV and administered drugs which numbed the lower half of his body.

With his belly prepped, a sheet was put up so Mark and Bobby couldn't see what was going on below Mark's chest. Mark watched as the camera crew came into the room and took their place.

"You ready to become a dad?" Dr. West asked, coming up to Mark's head.
"As I'll ever be," Mark nodded.

"Now you're going to feel some pulling and tugging," Dr. West explained to Mark as he took his place behind the sheet. "But you won't be in any pain."

"I can't believe this is happening!" Bobby grinned as he held on to Mark's hand.

"Me either," Mark smiled. He was nervous and excited at the same time.

"Scalpel," Dr. West requested. He was handed the instrument and drew it slowly across the bottom of the belly, right above where it met Mark's waist. Lights flashed as photos were taken. Mark didn't feel a thing.

A rush of fluid was heard, which made Bobby slightly nauseous but he didn't say anything as Mark gripped his hand tighter.

"You ok?" Bobby asked, leaning in to kiss Mark on the forehead

"Yeah," Mark nodded.

"Ok now you're going to feel some pressure and some pulling Mark," Dr. West called out.

"Ok."

Immediately Mark felt just what had been described as Dr. West reached in to pull out the first baby. "Scalpel," he repeated. "I need to enlarge the incision. This is a very large baby."

Dr. West made the incision larger then handed the instrument back to the nurse at hand. Once more Mark felt pressure as the doctor reached inside to grab the baby. Mark didn't know if it was his imagination or real feeling as the first baby was pulled out.

"Clamp and scissors," Dr. West requested.

A cry sounded through the room as Mark's first born let out it's first cry. Once more the camera flashed.

"Here," Dr. West said, handing a huge baby boy to the nurse. "You have a son, Mark!" He announced. Mark's eyes welled up with tears at the news.

"I have a son!" Mark repeated, beaming up at Bobby.

Bobby was looking around the curtain at Mark's newborn. "Oh my God, he's huge Mark!" He caught sight of Mark's belly with was noticeably smaller but still bigger than any pregnant belly he'd ever seen.

"Ok, some more pressure Mark," Dr. West said as he reached back in.

Mark definitely felt the tugging and pressure now as the doctor reached further in to grab hold of the second twin. It didn't hurt, it just felt odd.

"And baby number two," Dr. West announced. "Another boy!"

Once more another strong cry filled the room.

"Can I see them?" Mark asked.

"In a few minutes," Dr. West said. "Let's get you closed up and the babies checked out."

Once the second baby was delivered, more nurses stepped forward to assist the doctor in stitching Mark up.

"Two boys," Bobby grinned.

"I'm a dad!" Mark beamed. "I can't wait to see them!"

"You don't have to wait any longer," a nurse said as she approached with the first baby who was wrapped up in two hospital blankets instead of the usual one.

"Oh my God!" Mark gasped as he saw his son for the first time. "He's so big!"

"21 lbs. 7 oz.," the nurse announced. "21" long."

"He's so cute!" Bobby laughed as the nurse handed him the baby. "And heavy!"

"He's so handsome," Mark smiled.

"He really is," the nurse agreed. "Usually babies aren't this cute right away but these two boys are flawless!"

"Thank you," Mark beamed as he watched Bobby hold his son.

"And here's baby number two," a second nurse said as she approached with an even bigger bundle. "22 lbs. 9 oz., 23"."

"How are you doing up there, Mark?" Dr. West asked. "We're almost done down here. You have two very handsome boys!"

"I know," Mark grinned as he watched Bobby hold both of them.

"I'll have you know," Dr. West said as he came up to Mark's head as the nurses finished up. "These two set records for the biggest babies ever delivered at this hospital. And I'll have to check but I'm sure they're the biggest in the state too.!"

"Thanks, I guess," Mark laughed. "But seriously," he said, regretfully taking his eyes away from the boys to look at the doctor. "Thank you for all you've done."

"Just doing my job," Dr. West smiled back.

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

"You ready to go?" Bobby asked as he wheeled a double stroller into the room.

"Just about," Mark said as he gingerly walked over to the twins cribs.

It had been a week since he'd given birth and Mark was ready to get out of the hospital. His stay was longer than with a usual delivery for reasons that were obvious: tests on the twins to make sure they were healthy (they were) and time for Mark to recuperate from surgery.

"Just need to get them in their car seats," Mark smiled down at his sleeping boys. He made to reach for the first one, Max, but Bobby stopped him.

"Remember, Dr. West doesn't want you lifting them for another week," Bobby reminded as he reached for Max.

"I'm feeling ok," Mark said, wishing he could pick up his sons on his own without someone having to hand them to him. He knew though that his body needed another week or so to recover from the c-section.

"You still need to be careful," Dr. West said as he entered the room, catching the conversation. "Your abdominals need to heal. They've been through quite an ordeal."

"I know," Mark nodded as he looked down at the big belly he still sported. He'd already lost over 40 lbs. but he was still weighing in at over 480 lbs., over the twice the size of his former self - a direct result of the massive feedings. Thankfully though in the week since delivering, Mark's belly had already started to firm up and there wasn't much sagging skin (hanks to all the vitamin and oil-rich foods he'd been force fed). He still had a couple hundred pounds to lose though...

"Let me help with Sam," Dr. West said, talking on a baby voice as he approached the second crib and picked up the big boy. "Such a heavy boy!" He cooed. "And so handsome!" He grinned in Sam's face.

"Thank you," Mark responded for his son.

"I'm sorry to see you all go," Dr. West said as he secured Sam into his car seat. "But I'm sure you're ready to go home and start your new lives."

"We are," Mark nodded.

The doctor carried Sam in his car seat over to the stroller and handed him off to Bobby who got the baby secured.

"Well," Dr. West said as his hands were freed. "I'll see you in a week for your follow up appointment."

"Yes," Mark nodded. "Again, I know I've told you a million times but thank you for taking care of me. For taking care of us I should say," he said, gesturing toward his sons.

"It was my pleasure," Dr. West smiled. "I should be thanking you," he added. "The Chief Surgeon will be retiring soon and I've got a shoe in now after your delivery."

"Well if anything good can come out of this whole ordeal," Mark chuckled. "Aside from the births of Max and Sam of course, I hope my situation can help you. You're a phenomenal doctor."

"Thank you," Dr. West grinned. "If you're up to it, bring the boys next week," he said, taking a final look at the twins. "I'd love to see them."

"Will do," Mark nodded.

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

Six months had passed since the twins were born. With the money that kept coming in from the film (about $4,000.00 a month), Mark and Bobby had taken their relationship to a new level and purchased a house together.

In the time since delivering, Mark had lost another 150 lbs. His belly had shrunken dramatically and firmed up nicely but was still big at around 330 lbs. Surprisingly Mark's animosity toward Steve had subsided.  Might have had something to do with the check he received every month.  Every few weeks he would supplement his income by shooting a scene with Steve aimed at the bear/gainer scene. The rest of his body had recovered nicely thanks to training with Bobby but he still sported a big bubble gut that kept getting him new film roles. 

Bobby on the other hand had completely gotten out of "the business" and started his own personal training service which had become very successful. Thankfully one of the two was always home able to take care of the boys.

"Are they finally asleep?" Bobby yawned as Mark lumbered into their bedroom.

"Yeah," Mark sighed, plopping himself into bed.  Though he still weighed over 330 lbs., Mark felt SO much lighter than he had before even though he was still nearly 100 lbs. over his "original" weight. "I fed both of them at the same time," he chuckled. "That was a challenge. Felt like I had two monkeys going to town on my chest!"

"What are they up to now?" Bobby asked with a yawn.

"Max is 34 lbs.," Mark yawned himself. "And Sam is 35 lbs."

"Those boys," Bobby said shaking his heads.

"Our boys," Mark corrected, leaning in to kiss Bobby.

"Our boys," Bobby repeated.

"So..." Mark said as he leaned in to kiss Bobby's neck. "I know Max and Sam are our boys but what do you think of starting a family of our own?"

"Having another baby?" Bobby asked, slightly surprised at the question. "You and me?"

"Yeah, you and me," Mark nodded into Bobby's neck.

"You want another baby?"

"Yeah," Mark grinned. "I kinda miss being pregnant. Having that big belly..."

"Baby," Bobby laughed. "You still have a big belly!" He said, slapping the front of Mark's bulbous abdomen.

"I know," Mark shrugged. "But I liked being pregnant. Having a belly and being pregnant are two different things."

"Can we handle another baby?" Bobby asked.

"I can," Mark replied. "Can you? I mean it'll be at least nine more months before it'd be born. That's saying I get pregnant right away."

"If that's what you want," Bobby shrugged.

"I do," Mark nodded. "I want you to make my belly big again," he said rubbing his currently only fat-filled stomach. "Well, even bigger."

"Fuck!" Bobby groaned seductively. "When you put it that way..."

"So it's a yes?"

"It's a yes," Bobby nodded.

"Let's get started then!" Mark grinned.

"God!" Bobby groaned as he got onto his knees, pushing Mark down onto his back and lifting his legs in the air. "Let's hope twins came from your old boyfriend's side and not either of ours!"