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Commit to the Bit - Part 2
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âNot so funny anymore, is it?â Haley said, louder than Troy expected and with such a dark undertone that shivers ran down his spine.
Haley was five feet away in a cheerleader uniform almost identical to the one Troy had worn to the dance. Her top also stretched over her midsection, and Troy couldnât help but swallow in fear, almost horror. He was bigger than her in all senses, stronger, and more agileâhe thoughtâbut there was something about her frame that made him feel helpless before her.
âWhat are youââ He whispered, instinctively moving his hand over the curve of his midsection as its weight forced him to arch his back. He didnât notice as his feet moved away from each other, widening his stance. âWhat are you doing here? What did you do to me?â
Haley slowly approached, so calm and graceful that her body seemed to float off the ground. âYou wore my pain like a costume,â she said, almost whispering but loud enough for Troy to shiver again. âYou walked away from responsibility because everybody taught you that you could. However, All Hallowsâ Eve does not forget. You picked the wrong night to mess around, Troy. Now youâll have to commit for the rest of your life.â
She came close until her belly touched his bare, taut midsection. The contact made Troy groan as his knees bent. There was something electric between them, and Troy couldnât comprehend what it was. It felt like their bellies were attracting each other like magnets.
âThe fuck are you doing?â He asked, almost breathless.
âYouâll have to face the consequences,â she said. âYouâll have to learn what it means to be the vessel and not joke about it.â
Haley reached up and placed her hands at Troyâs sides, feeling his bellyâs tautness. Her fingers were cool, but then they heated up to a burning point. An intense pain suddenly hit Troy, and it felt like a door he hadnât known existed opened inside him, and all the heat in the world moved through it at once. He tried to step back but couldnât. He tried to push her away, but it was impossible; the big, muscular man couldnât do anything against the delicate cheerleader.
Haley smirked as she pressed forward, and her eyes suddenly got a golden glow that made Troy gasp. Her rounded belly began to deflate steadily, as if some invisible valve had opened. She took a deep breath as the pressure she had been carrying around slowly faded.
âNo! Whatâ? Ugh! No!â Troy groaned, but it was useless.
His abdomen pushed forward, and the skin tightened from within as if inflated by an unstoppable force. The pressure worsened until his whole body trembled. The swelling pushed outward and upward until the skin stretched to a glossy sheen, and his ribs gave him new space with small creaks he could feel. His belly felt a lot heavier than before, pulling at his spine and forcing him to arch his back even more.
His pelvis tilted under the growing weight, and his legs spread for balance without him thinking about it. Every breath came with a deep throb of pressure and stretch, and each extra inch in girth felt heavier than the last. He shouted once, then again, unable to contain the raw sounds that scraped his throat. The worst part was that he could feel something moving inside, which was more terrifying than Haleyâs glowing eyes.
He felt rolling inside in different directions. Then he felt something firm pressing hard from within, pushing under his lower right ribs and making him groan. His skin stretched until he thought it would fail. He felt on the verge of bursting, but he only expanded in all directions. He could barely stay conscious through it all, but he managed.
Haleyâs expression was dark, almost devilish, as her eyes glowed more intensely one last time. âNow youâll understand. Take good care of him,â she said, and suddenly disappeared.
Troy collapsed sideways onto the bench, then onto the tile. He clutched his round middle as if trying to prevent it from bursting. He was breathless, panicked, and unable to process what was happening to his body. His belly moved visibly, with peaks and bulges everywhere. The sensation was still so intense that he drifted between conscious and unconscious for a while. He couldnât move; he didnât have the strength to; he had no other option but to stay there and hope for someone to come to help before his body collapsed entirely.
**
A few hours later, two paramedics rushed into the locker room, illuminating it as fluorescent light spilled from the hallway, cutting into the red darkness. âSir?â one called, too loudly. âSir, can you hear me?â He said, kneeling beside Troy, still processing the scene.
Troy couldnât form coherent words to respond; there was so much happening at onceâtoo much pain, too much pressure; the only thing escaping his lips were groans and grunts. He was leaning back against the lockers, legs spread wide, naked, trembling, and slick with sweat that caught the light now entering the room. He groaned and clenched his teeth as his massive belly tightened. The veins stood out along his neck and arms as his body convulsed and arched instinctively. The paramedics only stared in confusion.
Troy was a display of contradictions. He had an athleteâs broad shoulders and traps, powerful arms, and thick forearms, but the rest of his body told another story. His hips were meaty, as solid muscle had given way to a fertile breadth that swayed with its gravity whenever he shifted in discomfort. His ass was rounded and pronounced, visibly massive even in this position. His thighs trembled, spread as if to make room for something monumental, and framed his bull balls and foot-long, hard cock that throbbed in sync with his gasps.
His chest was another spectacle, looking plump and rounded, with large and darkened nipples that gave him a maternal look. And at the center of it all, his belly was the literal elephant in the room. It was a great taut globe, stretched tight and glossy, with a popped-out belly button to crown the top. Troyâs hands instinctively moved over the vast surface as the skin contracted and tightened every other second.
âBad reaction to something?â one of the paramedics whispered, leaning closer to check the basics. âAllergicââ He froze when he saw a ripple traveling across Troyâs belly like a creature passing under lake ice.
The other paramedic turned pale and leaned back in horror. âNope. Nope, I saw that.â
âMake it stop,â Troy whispered, barely able to breathe as his body slowly prepared for the unthinkable. âIâm aâI canâtâjust make it stop.â
They hesitated, looking into each otherâs eyes before quickly checking between Troyâs legs to confirm their thoughts. The massive cock there made them blush, not only because of its size but because of what it meant. They froze in that impossible moment until one dared to place a hand on Troyâs belly and felt something moving inside.
âThe fuck is wrong with this kid?â the paramedic said, moving his hand away.
âUgh! Please, help me! Somethingâs happening!â Troy shouted as a massive contraction hit him, making him groan low and long, accompanied by a wet pop sound. A sudden rush of water appeared between Troyâs legs as he gasped in relief.
The paramedicâs eyes went wide, disbelief giving way to a clinical perspective of shock. âSir,â he said slowly, finally figuring out what was happening, âI think youâre in labor.â
âIâm a man!â Troy shouted, then gasped as a contraction hit him again. âI canâtâugh!â
âNo way! If youâre right, we canât move him. His contractions are really close to each other,â the other paramedic said, turning to gather some of their tools. âHeâs not waiting.â
Another contraction hit Troy, and his body pushed on its own. The pressure deepened, expanding through him like a fire trying to find a way out. Muscles he didnât know he had clenched under the strain as his whole body felt about to tear apart. His abdomen tightened and bulged, rising and shifting as contractions racked through it. He could feel the movement inside, a strange shift of weight as his hips spread and his pelvis trembled with effort to make room for what came. It was as if his bones bent and the seams of his body split apart over and over.
He felt his hole burning raw as pressure forced it wider. The tissues strained and stretched as the fire bit through muscle and skin. The sensation climbed up his spine as the baby pressed lower, making the ring of fire so consuming that it stole his voice and left him choking on his own breath as his body somehow made a way where no way should exist.
âI canât do this! Iâm a man!â Troy repeated, trying to convince himself it was a nightmare. He was heavily panting, so ragged that each inhale and exhale made his throat hurt. Sweat poured from him in shining rivers that ran along his tense muscles. âIt burns! It burns, it wonât stop!â he cried when another contraction forced a scream up through his chest.
The paramedics exchanged looks of horror as their training seemed useless in the face of what they saw. Between Troyâs thighs, the impossible was happening: his hole was slowly opening in ways it shouldnât; the skin flushed and glistened, stretching impossibly wide as the burning tore through him. One paramedic stumbled back, swearing under his breath, while the other froze in stunned disbelief.
Troy screamed again, arching his body and clutching his belly, trying to survive the worst pain he had experienced. Then, his fingers dug into his thighs, and the tendons in his neck strained as the contraction peaked. His body trembled violently as his hole stretched beyond explanation. The babyâs head began to emerge, pressing against flesh never meant to yield. The burning set every nerve on fire, tearing a scream from him as the skin stretched wider and wider, climbing through muscle and bone until his vision blurred.
He screamed again as his back arched off the tile, and the paramedics froze in horrified awe at the sight of the babyâs head coming out. His shout cracked into sobs as the agony tore through him. Still, instinct took over, he bore down, and his voice broke into a ragged cry that echoed in the room. The babyâs head, half emerged, strained his opening to the breaking point, stretching the flesh in a hot circle of pain that felt endless. He could feel the baby pushing lower as the head slid another impossible inch, and the skin of his perineum trembled, struggling to handle the size of the shape coming out.
The paramedics commanded him to breathe, to push, and to hold still, but their words barely registered through Troyâs agony. He screamed again, louder as the head finally slipped free in a rush of blood and fluids. For a breathless instant, he felt relief, but then the shoulders struck. The new pressure was immense, splitting him wider, dragging another broken cry from his chest. His body twisted, and the muscles in his hips spasmed as the first shoulder forced its way out with a terrible, tearing stretch, followed by the second with such a deep pain that it made his vision blur.
The paramedics were shouting, fumbling with towels as they watched the impossible happen. Troyâs entire body shook, and his hands locked around his thighs as instinct drove him to push again. The rest of the baby slid free in a flood of warmth and blood that drenched the floor. He slumped back as the world narrowed to flashes of red light and the ringing in his ears. He could barely stay conscious, gasping like a drowning man as the paramedics worked around him, one holding the infant, the other pressing a hand to his abdomen.
âItâs not over. There are more inside,â the paramedic said as Troy felt something shift deep inside and the pressure changed again.
âNo, no. I canât,â Troy whispered as his eyes rolled back, but a new wave of contractions made him well aware that the nightmare was far from over.
**
Hours later, the beeping woke him up. Troy slowly opened his eyes and saw white light and ceiling tiles. He felt the cool weight of sheets, giving him a tiny sense of comfort amid the immense soreness washing over him. Every inch of him felt like it had a separate complaint. His ribs ached like never before. His hips screamed in pain even without him moving. His thighs burned as if heâd finished a marathon way too fast. And his ass burned like hell.
His abdomen throbbed with a sore ache that reshaped his breathing, but it felt lighter than the last moments of consciousness he could remember before collapsing in the locker room. He softly moved a hand over the sheets, too scared to look beneath them, and felt the softened curve in his middle, oversensitive and sore but not pressured to a breaking point like he remembered. Deep down, he still wanted to think it had all been a nightmare.
He turned his head and saw four bassinets waiting beside the bed, confirming it had all been true. He saw the babies, four cute faces, all wrapped in blue blankets with tiny hats to match. The shock wasnât an explosion; it was silent and inevitable. For a second, he wanted to deny it, but he knew those babies were his. He had pushed them out of his body; as impossible as it sounded, he had given birth to them.
The door opened, and a nurse entered as he was lost in his thoughts. She had a clipboard under her arm, reading Troyâs information with a soft voice. âOh. Well, look whoâs awake,â she said, noticing Troy was conscious. âQuite the day youâve had, sweetheart.â
âWhereââ Troy asked with a raspy voice. He swallowed and tried again. âWhere am I?â
âCounty General.â She checked his IV port with friendly hands. âEMS brought you in early this morning. You gave everyone quite a scare after all you went through.â
He hesitated, unsure of how to shape the next question. âThrough⊠what?â
The nurse smiled kindly, well-trained in dealing with confused patients. âChildbirth, of course. You gave birth to quadruplets, naturally. Youâre lucky to be alive. Most women donât walk away from a delivery like that, much less men.â
He stared at her, feeling his heartbeat quickening as he processed the information. âIt wasnât real,â he said, trying to convince himself of it. âIt was a costume. I put it on as a joke, and itââ An involuntary gasp broke the sentence. âIt became part of me.â
âA costume?â She chuckled. âThatâs cute. Must be the meds talking. Doctors ran all the scans, twice. Let me read what they wrote in your file,â she said, bringing up the clipboard. âWeâve verified every scan. Structurally, the male patient is fully equipped for gestation. Uterus, cervix, birth canal, and functional mammary tissueâall internally consistent with female anatomy, but uniquely integrated into a male framework. There are secondary hormone regulators weâve never documented, but they function perfectly.â
âImpossible,â he whispered.
âBut here you are. All you, darling. Bodies are full of surprisesâŠâ She said, approaching the four bassinets. âYou have four perfectly healthy baby boys. Theyâre actually healthier and larger than any other set of multiples Iâve seen. And, youâll need to feed them soon.â
âWhat? I canât,â he said, turning pale. âI donât haveââ
âSure, you can.â She reached for him and gently twitched the edge of his gown aside. âYour bodyâs already doing the work. It only takes some practice.â
He looked down, and his eyes widened in shock. His broad pectorals had changed, getting rounder and heavier as the muscle softened into plump curves that rose and fell with each breath. The skin looked stretched and warm, with faint veins threading beneath the surface. His nipples were darker, swollen, and sensitive. His hand moved toward his chest, but he didnât dare to touch.
âThatâs not me,â he said, denying the obvious. âI canât have boobs!â
âSweetheart, itâs very much you. And you seem to have a good amount of milk for your little ones, so letâs give it a try,â she said, lifting the nearest baby and placing the infant into Troyâs arms. âYou must have had quite a story for the paramedics. They said you kept shouting about a girl in a cheer uniform.â
His throat closed. âHaley.â
âThey didnât find anyone else at the school. Someone called 911 asking for help, but they said it was a man, and they couldnât find him,â she went on, helping Troy hold the baby correctly. âMaybe you were disoriented. Perfectly understandable.â
Troy couldnât respond as he felt the baby nestling against his chest, and instinct rose as he moved him closer to his nipple. The baby immediately opened his mouth and started sucking, sending a shock through him sharp enough to steal his breath. His chest tightened as pressure swelled and milk flowed into the babyâs mouth. He could feel the pull as the baby suckled, realizing his body was obeying rules heâd never known it could follow.
âSee?â The nurse said, setting a second baby against him and easing the tiny bundle toward his other breast until the newbornâs searching mouth found its mark and latched with a wet sigh. âItâs beautiful once you get used to it. And I can tell youâll be doing this quite often with four babies to handle. But youâre doing wonderful so far.â
The dual pull made Troy gasp again. Then the nurse brought the other two baby boys and gently placed them on his lap as they stirred, but didnât cry. One stretched and the other sighed, but both settled into quiet contentment as they felt the rhythm of his breathing and the heat from his body so close to them. It was a strange but tender moment for a young man who had never thought of having kids, let alone having four at once at such a young age.
âAre they really mine?â Troy asked, still struggling to process the truth and noticing a faint golden touch in the blue of their eyes. âWhat am I going to tell my parents? And my friends? It cannot be real.â
âThey are yours. The babies are healthy, and you are healthy. Itâs all that matters. Youâre doing just fine; you only need enough time to recover. Youâve got all the equipment, and the doctor says everything is functioning beyond expectations. Just be careful next time, okay?â
âCareful?â he asked, looking up at the nurseâs face.
âWell,â she started, casual but teasingly. âWe donât know how you did it, but evidently, youâre very fertile. Quadruplets on your first try is remarkable. But youâre young, and I wouldnât want to see you back here in a few months with a sequel, okay?â
He blinked at her, confused, but then his eyes widened in shock. âWaitâfertile? You mean I could actually get pregnant?â His voice cracked, between laughter and panic. âThatâs not possible; it didnât happen naturally. Iâm a guy.â
She tilted her head, unbothered, and the corners of her mouth curled into a grin as if enjoying the tug-of-war between his reason and reality. âYour system says otherwise, sweetheart. Uterus, ducts, hormonesâtextbook setup, all natural and functioning beautifully inside your body. Itâs science, not opinion.â
He stared at her, trying to find words to prove she was wrong, but the sound of the babies suckling on his boobs was on her side. âThatâsâno, that canât beââ
âOh, it can,â she said, slowly walking toward the door. âSo if you donât want another miracle on our hands, itâs best to take precautions. Youâve got all the parts now, and they seem eager to cooperate.â She laughed and stood by the door. âBuzz if you need me.â
She left, and he looked down at the four babies. He thought of the locker room, Haleyâs devilish grin, and the golden glow of his eyes. He thought of how the fake belly had become him and how it had expanded before his eyes when Haley walked in. He thought of how he had pushed four babies out of his body. He thought of the word âcommitmentâ and how it used to mean nothing more than getting out of trouble; now it was impossible to escape.
A baby whimpered, and another answered. He adjusted his grip, found the right angle, and breathed, feeling more milk flowing into the babiesâ mouths. He had four babies to breastfeed. The warning about another pregnancy felt absurd, and the mere idea made him tremble, but knowing that it was a possibility was terrifying. The nightmare was far from over; if anything, it had become more true than ever.
THE END
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Lach Woods
Well done!!! đ
