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The Janitor Pt. 12
🕑 Added 2025-03-29 12:07:50 +0000 UTCHow much bigger can Derek get?!
The Janitor - Revisited
By
Brimmingbelly04
Based on The Janitor
By
KomperaKlause
Part Twelve
***
It'd been a while since Matt had seen his best work yet, eat. It was obvious Derek had been eating a lot as of late, but the maintenance worker still had his doubts as to whether or not his favorite preggo would be able to eat everything?
But once again, whether he meant to or not, which he didn't, Derek didn't disappoint.
Yes, his plan had been to start his long weekend off with a gluttonous feast, but after that, he would've gone back to eating like he now “normally” did, which would've still been an alarming amount. But now that his absurdly prolific baby-daddy had seen what he was capable of, the janitor had no choice but to amend the already lofty expectations he'd just set for the coming days.
Not long after Derek drifted off, or rather, passed out in a food coma, there was a knock on the door. It would go on to be the first of many… While the thirty-three year old had procured his first meal, immediately following it, Matt took over ordering enough grub to keep his stomach as tightly packed as his womb.
Every time there was a knock at the door, it was another delivery, from some place or another. Matt kept the menu varied, but wherever he ordered from, it was never anywhere healthy, and he made sure to order (several) of the biggest, most fattening offerings.
It wasn't like Derek was going to stop him. He couldn’t.
That was the biggest, most important lesson he still somehow hadn't learned. For his sake, hopefully this weekend would finally do the trick.
Every time after more food arrived, all the prone exec/corporate mascot/parade blimp could do, waa grunt, groan, chew and swallow whatever the janitor pushed into his mouth. Had his hands not been bound behind him, Derek still wouldn't have been able to resist thanks to the handfuls of pills (contraction-inhibiting ones now also included) Matt kept “feeding” him as well, which kept him ravenous, despite how utterly painfully stuffed he already was.
While the janitor was cramming countless pills into his prized preggo’s mouth, that didn't mean he'd forgotten about his special shakes… Between (and sometimes, during) food comas, enormous “snacks,” and even more enormous meals, Matt would literally pump the stuff into the already ludicrously packed VP by the gallon.
“Fortunately,” Derek had plenty of practice swallowing by then, so he only gagged briefly each time Matt shoved the long, rubber tube he'd brought, down his throat and literally into his stomach. Each time, once he'd gotten it in place, the maintenance worker turned on the industrial-grade pump he'd bought on CorpaCorp's dime, and used it to directly deliver his special, creamy, ultra-fattening goop.
Since the far end of the hose was down in his stomach, Derek didn't have to swallow any of his latest batches of shake. Not that he ever considered it to be, but this at least gave his throat a bit of a “break…”
While the hose made it impossible to speak, it didn't keep him from endlessly groaning or letting out frequent, massive belches as he watched (and of course, felt) his stomach getting tighter and tighter, and his overall belly, bigger and bigger, and rounder and rounder.
As the pressure within him built rapidly, the babies (especially the biggest ones) started to move more despite their increasing lack of room, causing their “Mommy's” gigantic belly to wobble about atop his thighs, and warp in various places. Did Matt care about the (additional) discomfort this caused? Of course not.
He continued to be relentless. Matt filled Derek’s stomach with abandon. As he made sure the VP and the incredible number of babies he housed, were all (very, very) “well-fed,” the sadistic maintenance worker didn't seem at all concerned about pushing the preggo too hard or too fast. He knew that at some point, they'd finally reveal themselves but for now, it seemed as if limits somehow didn't apply to Derek.
If only they actually didn't…
***
It wasn't long before the thirty-three year old had lost track of time. All the feedings and pumpings started running together to him, probably because they kept happening in such short order. Derek realized how wrong he'd been to think things had already gotten as bad as they were going to…
While he spent much of his time in bed, several times a day, Matt would help him to the bathroom. Each trip was slower and more difficult than the prior, and even though Derek returned to the bed somewhat emptier than when he'd left it, that was never the case for long, nor had he come close to voiding enough to make much of a difference.
Whenever he was on his feet and on the move, he couldn't believe how heavy he felt. He couldn't believe how far out his belly now stuck, in front of him and to the sides. His deeply arched back ached and felt on the verge of snapping from all the weight and strain.
Almost every time before he helped Derek ease his increasingly huge and heavy self back down onto the mattress, Matt fucked him again. Because of how truly, absurdly massive his belly had gotten, the pair had no choice but to allow the preggo to rest the orb on the bed while he stood there, legs spread extra wide, and took it.
Every time the janitor blew another huge load inside him, the CorpaCorp exec felt his belly get a little tighter, instantly confirming that unfortunately, another baby or two had been added to his womb. Miraculously, despite all the drug-ladened shakes and handfuls of pills, Derek didn't experience another one of those growth spurts over the long weekend. That was fortunate as he highly doubted he would've been able to handle one, given the rate his belly was expanding anyway as his stomach's capacity was put to test after test.
The thirty-three year old couldn’t even begin to imagine how many he was carrying now, or how much longer he was going to remain pregnant to some (more than likely, extremely disturbing) degree? It went without saying that Derek wasn’t sure about much if anything, anymore, but several times during what the crazy janitor considered to be their most “special time” together (to date) he was sure he was on the cusp of exploding…
While he had no clue of the time, or even what day it was, the worst instance occurred very early Sunday morning, when Matt woke his favorite preggo by shoving the tube back down his throat, and then proceeding to pump four more gallons of shake directly into his stomach.
Facing increasing resistance, it took some time for the pump to do its job, but eventually, it got it done (for now.) While he turned the machine off, Matt wasn’t done yet… Deliciously sweet as his special shakes were, the last four gallons he’d served Derek, weren’t dessert.
What took the gluttonous honor this time, were three particularly fat rotisserie chickens. The janitor made Derek feed them to himself after finally taking his belt from around his wrists. By that point, he knew the thirty-three year old, who was now bigger than he’d ever imagined him getting, wouldn’t be doing anything he didn’t want him to, without his assistance.
Now, even with his arms fully extended, over a foot of Derek’s throbbing, deep pink belly, remained out of his reach. As he somehow finished the last of the three inordinately fat birds, he was in so much pain and under so much pressure, he couldn’t help but burst into tears (again,) sure he was about to burst (also again, but now more so than ever.)
“P-p-p-pweeeease, Matt!!!” He blubbered through his last mouthful, his sweaty, tear-streaked, deeply rosy cheeks bulging. “I'm gonna…” he paused to finish chewing and swallowing. “Pop!!!” He declared through renewed tears, before releasing another gigantic burp as he rubbed at what he could of his insanely sized pregnancy, his greasy fingers making its taut skin shine even more.
The janitor smirked down at him. Even though he and his best work yet were both naked, the enormous preggo was simultaneously covered… Derek was coated in grease, sweat, breastmilk, various crumbs and other food stains, as Matt had yet to allow him to shower since their extended time together had started.
Emotionally and physically, the CorpaCorp VP was nothing short of a mess, and yet Matt had never seen a more beautiful or desirable sight. He took another moment to silently relish in all of his accomplishments before tauntingly responding.
“Yeah, you really think so?” He asked, raising his brows.
Derek nodded emphatically, his super engorged tits shaking like mad as he let out another massive belch. “Please!!! No more!!!” He breathlessly begged, grimacing as his overpacked and overworked innards churned audibly in protest.
How he was still in one piece, he honestly had no fucking idea? If just one of his countless occupants rolled or kicked too hard now, Derek thought for sure it would cause his hyper distended middle to blow, scattering it and its other siblings all over the bedroom.
His smirk getting a little bigger, the janitor shook his head. “Yes, more,” he said. “I know you can take it,” he switched to nodding.
“NO, I FUCKING CAN’T!!!” Derek wailed, immediately wishing he hadn’t as it left him gasping for breath.
More tears flowed. Breastmilk too, because Matt had yet to tend to his chest in as productive a manner as it now required. Derek clutched at the tight sides of his pregnancy, literally trying to hold it together.
He couldn't say why he did? If he let himself burst, or at least didn’t try to prevent it, this hellish nightmare would be over. All his worries would be gone.
But utterly and completely miserable as he was, and bleak as his prospects seemed, Derek didn't want to die… He wanted to run away!
Too bad that required mobility he no longer possessed.
Matt sighed in evident disappointment. “Alright, fine,” he relented. “I suppose you’ve eaten enough.”
Still deeply huffing, puffing, and freely weeping, the thirty-three year old’s eyes rolled back in relief. “Thank…” he started to say.
“For now,” the janitor cut in. “While you’re digesting, why don’t we go ‘head and make us a couple more babies?” He “suggestively” winked.
The thought of more of anything made the overstuffed VP want to throw up even more than he already did. He obviously knew the janitor’s MO by then, but how could the crazy fucker POSSIBLY think he could take ANYMORE?! HOW COULD HE THINK HE DESERVED TO?!
“Jesus, Matt… Look at me!” He moaned in despair.
“It's impossible not to.”
“It's also impossible…” Derek started, then paused to burp again and groan some more. “For me to… move! There's no way I could, buuuuuurp!!! Stand up… now!” He panted.
“Then it’s a good thing you won’t have to,” Matt replied as there was another knock on the door, even though it was the middle of the night.
Not all that long ago, Derek had considered 24/7 food deliveries a blessing. It now went without saying that the last few days had changed his opinion.
When the hunky maintenance worker moved towards the bed instead of the bedroom door, his favorite preggo raised his sweaty brow and asked, “Aren’t you gonna get that?”
“Told the driver he could leave it,” Matt replied. “Had a feeling I’d be busy when he got here,” he winked again. “But don’t worry about the food getting cold… I, I mean you, paid for an insulated bag.”
Derek shouldn’t have been surprised, but he was. “I paid?”
Matt nodded. “You’ve been paying this whole time, so expect your next AmEx bill to be a little higher than usual,” he warned before correcting himself with a chuckle. “A little? Who am I kidding?” He shook his head as he stopped beside the bed and reached out and placed his right hand on Derek’s towering belly.
“That’s my corporate card!”
“I know.”
“I can’t charge personal stuff to it! I’ll get in trouble!” Derek frowned harder than he already was. “Christ…” He groaned again. “You can’t let anything be easy for me, can you?”
“I could, but that wouldn’t be as much fun,” Matt shrugged his big, broad shoulders.
For many reasons, some of which were quite a bit more evident than others, the thirty-three year old wished he was able to get out of bed under his own accord. Because his (already greatly reduced) mobility had basically been taken from him now, Derek finally realized just how in control Matt was.
“When will you FINALLY have had enough fun with me?!” He shouted.
The janitor shrugged again. “Not anytime soon, so long as things keep going my way.”
Something along those lines was just what the thirty-three year old had been expecting to hear, but that didn't make it any better. “You've RUINED me!!! My life and my body!!!” He yelled as he vigorously nodded, sending his dribbling tits into another wobbly tizzy. “I'm NOT fucking Whitman!!!”
“You're right about that… He's the one fucking you!” Matt chuckled. “Like I said, that wasn't part of my plan, but now that things panned out the way they did, I think the two of you are gonna make a great couple. Family, I guess I should say,” he winked again before adding, “And all thanks to me! You're welcome!”
“Fuck…” Derek groaned, shaking his head some more as he collapsed harder back against his pillows. “I shouldn't have gone along with this. What the hell was I thinking?!”
“You were thinking you'd be able to save yourself. Maybe you still can?”
“HOW?! You've RUINED me!!! I'm NEVER going to be able to…” he wheezed. “Come back from… THIS!” He moaned.
“Never say never,” Matt mockingly soothed as he thumped the VP's belly. “Your life as you knew is over, but no sense in getting all worked up about it,” he chided as he took his hand back. “At least not till I give you another reason to…”
His prized preggo opened his mouth to presumably yell at him again, but before could, Matt was touching him again, this time with both hands. He suddenly slammed his palms against the bulging right side of Derek’s belly and pushed hard against it.
Not even for a fraction of a second did he not consider putting his full weight into his efforts. He needed to… But as hard as Matt's 200+ lbs pushed against it, Derek's titanic belly only wobbled for the next few moments.
When it finally started to topple, the preggo released another giant burp, a combined result of his surprise and the added pressure against his midsection. Once gravity took over and he was in (slow) motion, there was no stopping it…
Derek’s eyes widened as he continued to tip. It took a second for him to realize that Matt was no longer pushing him because the pressure he felt remained as intense as ever.
The bed groaned beneath him as his great mass shifted. The expensive, “sturdy” frame gave an ominous creak as finally, his overly bloated body settled on its left side, his tits, ass, and of course, belly, all continuing to quake and shake for the next few seconds.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Matt asked from behind.
Derek couldn’t see him but didn’t need to to know he was looking at him extra lecherously… The thirty-three year old groaned again as he brought his right hand to his belly and rubbed it some more in a vain attempt to calm the riled up babies.
Being off his back was better, but he wasn’t about to admit it. Considering the reason: that more babies were about to be added to his brood; the relief wasn’t worth it.
As Matt climbed onto the bed behind Derek, he couldn’t help but yawn. It was the middle of the night after all, and the last few days (and nights) had kept him quite busy. Tired as he was, unfortunately for Derek, he wasn't tired enough to not fuck him again.
The janitor didn't have to move much before he was poking at and between his preggo's lower cheeks. Leaving himself enough room to work, he reached out and slid his right hand between the fat, sweaty globes. As he separated them, the muscles in his arm bulged from the effort.
Due to the size and depth of Derek’s ass, coupled with their position, Matt couldn't see where he was aiming, but he could feel it. He wasn't able to sink all the way into the preggo, but quickly and easily sank enough in to get to work (again.)
“You ready to blow up some more for me?” He asked with a chuckle.
No, Derek wasn’t ready, but did that matter? Was it even a remote consideration? Of course not!
It was quite obvious by then that Matt wasn’t only a “janitor.” He was also disturbingly smart and conniving, so he knew he either wasn’t going to get a reply, or he wasn’t going to like the one he did, so he didn’t bother to wait.
Cock at the ready, he raised his right hand, spreading his calloused fingers as he did, and then set everything on the thirty-three year old’s now padded as it was widened hip. The moment his hand was in place, Matt took a firm grip and then started to thrust.
The fecund VP let out another groan. This one was different than his last, but the same as the others he’d let loose the last time Matt fucked him because regardless of the very much unwanted results, Derek still somehow considered sex with the janitor to be nothing short of amazing.
Despite everything, he was more addicted than ever to doing it with Matt. Like an alcoholic, even though Derek knew “having another drink” wasn’t good for him (to say the fucking least!) he still just couldn’t help but keep going back to “the well,” though to be fair, the last few days/nights had ended up being a little different than the previous times…
Not that Matt had ever been very acquainted with caution, but now he hardly knew her… Right away, his thrusts were faster and more forceful than they’d been as of late. It still took a few of them before the thirty-three year old started physically showing his “appreciation,” but as soon as he did, thanks to his recently (substantially) increased weight and dimensions, he had no choice but to really “show off.”
Derek’s ass led the charge, bouncing, jiggling and shaking, as the hunky janitor pounded away. Not long after, his now painfully engorged tits, not only started to rock as well, but simultaneously spurt as he was once again fucked from behind. Last, but by no means least, the thirty-three year old’s absolute boulder of a belly finally joined in, undulating atop his still audibly protesting, expensive mattress and bedframe.
“God… fuckin’... dammit!” He moaned.
“God… fuckin’... damn… what?” The janitor asked, punctuating the space between each word with another powerful thrust.
“You! THIS!!!” His favorite preggo shakily exhaled.
This made Matt smirk. He just loved knowing that despite what he (mostly) said and always thought, Derek was undeniably hooked. Hooked as he was, the CorpaCorp exec wasn't yet an eager and willing breeder like Whitman, but that would come. In the meantime, he was still Matt’s for the taking and continual filling…
“It is pretty… fucking… amazing, isn't… it?” The maintenance worker additionally punctuated as unfortunately, he already felt his bloated balls starting to churn as they readied another potential load.
Maybe this one would do the trick and transition Derek to the same mental state as Ben? If not, the janitor was more than willing to keep on trying.
Speaking of trying, despite his best (not really) efforts not to, Derek, whose eyes were rolled almost all the way back in his head, groaned again in pleasure. At the same time, even after having been put to a lot of work over the previous days and nights, his puckered hole got right back to it, languidly clamping around the inches of Matt it contained to coax all it could out of them.
He wished it didn't do that, almost as much as he wished the janitor didn't end up doing what he did just about every time he released. Unfortunately for the thirty-three year old, wishes are notoriously fickle, and rarely serve their maker as intended.
Matt released a deep, pleasured groan of his own as he continued to pound away. “Your hole is… fuckin’ magic! The bigger you… get, the better it… feels!” He commended, though Derek hardly took it as a compliment.
It was a curse in his book. Right? Yes, most definitely a curse.
“Think it's safe to say it knows what… it wants!” The janitor went on, continuing to punctuate his words. Though less often now, he continued to do so just as forcefully.
Derek groaned again but this time, it sounded rather pitiful. If this was a curse, why did it feel so damn good?
In that regard (and that one only,) maybe he was actually dealing with a blessing? The thirty-three year old let himself think like that for all of a quarter of a second before what little remained of his self-preservation took the mental wheel again.
“No!” He said aloud as he shook his head, further trying to shake himself back to a higher state of awareness so somehow, maybe he could stop what was about to happen…
Yeah, fucking right!
Because Matt was so smug, he actually thought Derek was disappointed! Not that he was about to add another child to their “family,” but that he was about to again soon… The janitor also wished he would've been able to last longer, but with his favorite preggo's hungry, talented hole fiendishly massaging his cock, he didn’t stand much more of a chance.
“Don't worry,” the janitor said as he tightened his grip on Derek’s hip “I'll put a few more… in you before you have to go into work tomorrow, and next time… I'll make it nice… and… slow,” he promised during one last series of punctuated thrusts before suddenly stopping, sighing and releasing.
Derek moaned as he felt himself being filled from behind again. He moaned again as his inaccessible dick gave a few twitches and then released too. The release felt good, but not nearly good enough considering the cause.
A few moments later, Derek's far less copious load trailed off. Matt was still blowing inside the thirty-three year old as he promptly passed out.
***
Derek had barely made it in the building, and already he was exhausted after everything it’d taken for him to get ready to come in. After turning to the side to press the button for his floor, he tottered to the back of the elevator and closed his eyes and groaned as he leaned against the wall, making it groan too.
Why did they insist on him coming in? What was the point? What actual good was he to CorpaCorp or Manternirty anymore?
He was finally going to ask his boss all of the above. Demand some legitimate answers… He probably wouldn’t get any, but he still needed to try. He wasn't going to be too pushy seeing as he really needed to keep his job, but still.
When the elevator door opened, Tammy was standing there waiting for him. If she was surprised by his greatly increased size or further decreased mobility, she didn’t let it show. She didn't even greet him, just got right down to business.
“Mr. Shepherd is here, waiting for you in the boardroom,” she informed.
Derek rolled his eyes as he forced his immense body to turn left instead of right, which would’ve taken him to the privacy of his office, something he was already desperately craving. Of course the boardroom had to be in the complete opposite direction.
“What does… he want?” He asked, already panting as he trudged on. Now that he was once again in (very slow) motion, he didn’t plan on stopping till he reached his amended destination.
He could only hope he’d make it.
“He didn't say, just told me to have you come see him right away,” Tammy said from behind as the hall wasn’t wide enough for her to walk next to her enormous boss.
“Wonderful…” the thirty-three year old muttered under his breath before suddenly grunting as a couple of the biggest babies located in the lower left quadrant of his womb shifted, causing the entire orb to do so as well. “Fuck!” He hissed, placing his hand on the sight of the commotion.
Well not exactly, because it didn't reach. The tips of his fingers came up short by a few inches.
“Um, maybe you should… slow down?” Tammy suggested, sounding like she wasn’t sure of herself, which she wasn't.
Why? Because if Derek went any slower, a literal snail would’ve beat him to the boardroom!
Derek knew Tammy meant well, but he ignored her nonetheless. He simply didn’t have the breath to waste on a response.
Till right now, he’d always considered the boardroom to have been relatively close by. Large as CorpaCorp’s headquarters were, it actually wasn’t all that far, but Derek still couldn’t see the double doors and already, he was sweating bullets and his breathing had become even more ragged. While every tiny step took him that much closer to the boardroom, each was less steady than the last, making him less and less sure he was going to make it.
Finally, fucking finally, he did.
By then, the thirty-three year old was struggling to breathe as much as someone three times his age, who’d smoked three packs a day, their entire life, would’ve been. Still behind him, trusty Tammy placed her hands right above his butt and gently guided him towards the closest wall. Her intent was to help him turn around so he could lean back and try to catch his breath before going in to see Felix and find out what the hell he wanted now.
That was her intent, but Tammy failed to take a couple things into account until it was too late… She failed to realize she wasn’t able to see where she was aiming her boss from behind, and also greatly misjudged his newest dimensions while overestimating her/their ability to steer him and bring him to a timely stop.
Since Derek had grown to be the size of an eighteen wheeler, but wasn’t equipped with air brakes, before either of them could stop it (or the rest of him) the front of his pregnancy hit the wall. While the impact lacked speed, it made up for it with force, setting off the first series of unfortunate events the fecund VP would go on to experience that morning…
First, it knocked loose yet another giant belch which upon completion, was immediately followed by a long, deep and loud grunt. Since his belly was basically an enormous, bloated bumper, after hitting the wall, it sent itself, the rest of Derek and his assistant, all slowly careening backward.
Even though this happened in (very) slow-motion, immediately, the movement was out of control. The overly fecund executive's hands shot up and out to the sides, where they flailed about wildly as he fought to keep himself upright and not on top of poor Tammy.
The absolute last thing he needed right now was to have a murder charge added to his laundry list of other disturbing enough issues.
Tammy continued to assist, now more so for her own preservation as she also worried about ending up beneath Derek. Even if she miraculously wasn't squished to death, that still wouldn't have ended well for anyone.
To better try and keep her boss off of her, the assistant moved her hands to where she thought they had the best chance of being put to the best use: Derek’s fat ass. She firmly planted an open palm on each cheek, and then pushed back against them with all her might.
The harder Tammy pushed, the deeper her hands sunk into Derek’s billowy cheeks. All the pushing and jostling, coupled with Tammy unintentionally somewhat spreading his lower mounds, caused something to rip loudly.
Had it been Derek’s pants, that would’ve been plenty embarrassing enough, but that’s not what ripped. What ripped was his ass, pretty much right in Tammy’s face!
“Oh, Jesus!” She yelled before she could stop herself.
Not that it was much consolation, but at least the inadvertent expulsion didn't smell. Still, Derek felt awful. Embarrassed too, of course, even after his crazy pregnancy had brought him and Tammy closer, to an awkward degree. Apparently, not awkward enough!
As it turned out, the thirty-three year old was apparently equipped with “air brakes” after all, because immediately after blasting poor Tammy, he came to a wobbly stop. Once he had, and she was as sure as she could be that he was going to remain on his feet, the flustered (as well as also flushed) personal assistant took her hands from her boss’s butt and stepped back.
“Ohmygod, Tam… I’m soooo sorry!” Derek profusely apologized, craning his neck to try and look back at her as his hands flew to where else but his belly.
Tammy looked down at the ground, understandably not wanting to make eye contact at that moment. She’d done a lot of very personal things for Derek, but this latest, awkward happening took “personal” to a whole new level…
Fortunately, she quickly found somewhere else to look.
“Don’t apologize to me!” She shook her head. “Apologize to the wall!” She said as she pointed to where Derek had collided with it.
Same as his assistant, the thirty-three year old was glad to have somewhere else to look. Slowly and carefully, he took a couple more steps back because he was still too close to see whatever Tammy was pointing at thanks to his belly. As soon as he could see what she wanted him to, Derek’s sweaty brow shot up almost to his hairline.
There was a giant dent/almost hole in the wall, where his pregnancy had impacted it. While speed hadn’t played a factor in the “accident,” inertia sure had!
Towards the center, the drywall had shattered, exposing insulation and wiring. The hole/dent was large enough to look like a damn linebacker had charged the wall head-on, but the cause had “only” been the slow-motion impact of just the front of his pregnancy…
“Fuck!” Derek huffed. “I…” he trailed off as he slowly shook his head in horrified disbelief before more quietly repeating, “Fuck!”
“Don't worry!” Tammy quickly said, sounding more like her usual self, even though she continued to look anywhere but at Derek. “I'll call the janitor… Not sure how handy he is, but hope…”
“NO!!!” Derek cut her off in a shout, which finally caused her to look at him (and frown.) “Don’t call that idiot!” He anxiously laughed as he shook his head.
“No..?”
“No!” He reemphasized, but at a more normal volume. “Call building maintenance,” he instructed as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt, which was one of the new, much bigger ones Tammy had dropped off at his place the night before.
This shirt was different. Instead of being a button-down like he usually wore to the office, this was a henley, making it “business casual” at best, but it “fit” and contoured to Derek’s unusual body far better than any button-down would’ve now, even one that’d been personally tailored.
The henley was a respectable dark gray. The problem wasn’t that it lacked the appropriate amount of buttons to be considered “professional,” or that it lacked a collar… The problem was that huge as it was, it still didn’t fit!
Even prior to his run-in with the wall, the hem of the henley hadn’t come close to meeting the extra wide and extra elasticated waistband of one of the two new pairs of pants Tammy had rush ordered from the tailor. Alarmingly stretchy as the giant top was, Derek had still had to stuff himself into it that morning, sans bra, while Matt stood there watching with an undeniable degree of smug satisfaction.
As Tammy was taking her phone out to make the call, the closest double door of the boardroom suddenly flew open.
“What the hell just happened?!” Felix Shepherd demanded from behind it.
He was asking/yelling at Tammy. With the door between them, he hadn't seen Derek. Yet.
“Umm…” Tammy hesitated, forcing her mouth into a polite smile.
“The wall shook!”
“Everything's fine,” she assured.
Felix Shepherd disagreed. “No, it's not. Where’s Carter? He's late!” He huffed.
“Ummm…” Tammy hesitated again, a little longer this time as she glanced over at Derek, specifically his belly, which he was still clutching. Needless to say, the orb temporarily dominated her view. “Derek is…”
The VP closed his eyes and let out a short, quiet sigh as he pointlessly fiddled with his hem again.
“Right here, Felix,” he said, belatedly letting his presence be known.
Upon hearing the voice he was waiting on but not expecting to hear at the moment, Felix's head popped from behind the door and followed it with his eyes. As soon as they landed on Derek, they bulged and his jaw dropped, both to a comical degree.
For the next several seconds, the very rich older man just stood there staring. Gawking, actually.
It was evident that he noticed the results of Derek and Matt’s long weekend together, even if he didn't know about it… Finally, Felix snapped his mouth shut, only to immediately reopen it and start yelling.
“Jesus Christ! What the fuck, Carter?!”
“Good morning, Felix. IIt's nice to see you as well,” Derek snarkily replied, pathetically impressed with himself at being able to do so in one breath.
“Yeah, whatever!” The investor continued unapologetically and undeterred. “You're a goddamn blimp!”
“I'm aware,” Derek assured with a roll of his eyes.
“The last time we saw each other was what, two weeks ago?”
“That sounds about right,” he nodded.
“I thought for fucking sure then that you couldn't possibly get any bigger, but you did!”
How observant.
“That I did.”
“Fuck, Carter…” Shepherd sighed and shook his head. “You're just… I… This is…”
“Bad,” the thirty-three year old cut in before repeating the fact he was aware. “Well aware,” he emphasized. “We already agreed on that a while ago,” he reminded with a nod. “I don't think we've been on the same page since.”
Ignoring that last bit, CorpaCorp's biggest investor's eyes widened even more as he moved them up from the VP's absolute fucking boulder of a belly, to his flushed face. As they were making their way, they'd paused on his hugely bloated tits long enough to note the (still growing) sweat stains that had formed beneath them, and how much his huge nipples were poking out and at the shirt struggling to contain them (amongst other, even bigger things!)
“Bad?!” He laughed. Guffawed, to be more accurate. “We’re waaaay beyond bad, now!” He shouted.
The thirty-three year old rolled his eyes again before shouting back, “Alright, fine! Terrible! Awful! A fucking disaster!” He loudly listed before suddenly grunting, groaning and grimacing, as the right side of his belly notably bulged further outward due to a few of the biggest babies clamoring about within it for more space.
His hand shot out to try and reach the site of the latest commotion and this time, he succeeded. As he gently but frantically started to rub, Derek wished he had another way to convey not only to the “troublemakers,” but all their siblings as well, in a way they'd actually understand, that none of them were going to find any more space within him, no matter how hard or frequently they tried.
Shepherd went silent again as he watched the younger man (pointlessly) attempt to soothe his brood. Yes, he'd moved on to thinking in terms of that many…
The at one time, very much promising (in the traditional sense) VP had either been grossly ill-informed, or had lied to him and everyone else at CorpaCorp, not to mention the millions of people who'd seen his undeniably outlandish pregnancy chronicled online and on TV,) because, well… Felix didn't know how it could be, but it was blatantly obvious that Derek wasn't only carrying triplets anymore, unless each was the size of a nine year old boy?!
The thirty-three year old’s belly had expanded so much by then, that if not nine year old triplets, a large, fully-grown man, could've fit inside it, with (some) room to spare! And then there were his tits…
Jesus!
Shepherd had never seen a pair like them, and he'd seen his fair share, including his wife and mistress's, when they’d been pregnant, both to a much more “normal” degree. Each of Derek’s tits had bloated to be bigger than his head, and his nipples..?
Christ!
Regardless of what the thirty-three year old wore, same as his belly, his chest simply couldn't be contained anymore. With all of its three buttons left undone, the collar of the huge henley was pulled into a very wide v. Even though they were fully covered, Derek's giant nipples were still clearly visible as they pushed out at the dark gray fabric.
The VP closed his eyes and let his head fall back till his chin was aimed up at the ceiling, exposing his rapidly bobbing Adam's apple. As he continued to feverishly rub his most massive swell, his lips moved to form an “o” and he suddenly very slowly exhaled.
Shepherd wondered if the younger man had forgotten that he had an audience of two, or if he simply no longer had the energy to care? He assumed it was the latter.
After silently watching for a few more seconds, he turned his gaze to Tammy, who was also staring at Derek. When she didn't notice, Felix cleared his throat to get her attention.
“Thank you, Tammy. I've got him from here,” he said.
“Yes, Mr. Shepherd.”
Derek followed Tammy’s voice as he lowered his head and opened his eyes. As soon as he saw her, he had to fight not to cringe as he recalled having recently farted on/at her.
It didn't matter in the slightest that he hadn't meant to, at least not to him. Not that she hadn't earned one already, but now, he really needed to give her a raise.
And/or maybe she'd appreciate it if he named one of the daughters he'd eventually have after her?
Hell, maybe she'd want one or two of them? She didn't have any of her own yet… Maybe Felix would be interested as well? Derek knew he already had three, but they were older now and far less cute than babies, which God knows, he was going to have plenty to “spare” all thanks to Matt.
That fucking sadistic, conniving, blackmailing “janitor…”
Derek would've kicked him in the balls that morning had he either the energy or ability to lift his leg and aim one of his swollen feet that high.
But alas… Now, wasn't the time to fantasize about that, or to start trying to pawn his kids off (on anyone other than Whitman.) Now, unfortunately, it was time to get moving again…
“Don't forget to call building maintenance,” Derek reminded Tammy as he forced himself to start waddling towards the boardroom door.
“I won't,” she promised before promptly scurrying away, understandably eager to not be in such close proximity to her fecund, gassy boss for as long as possible.
As Derek slowly closed in, Felix stepped out into the hall, pushing the door all the way open as he went back to blatantly gawking at the younger man.
Man.
Was that even a remotely accurate description anymore? Not likely, because the same as with Derek’s attire, it hardly seemed to fit.
Seeing the face of Manternity in person was one thing, seeing him in motion was another. Felix watched transfixed as the thirty-three year old’s breasts, belly and butt all rhythmically swayed and wobbled and bobbled as he approached the boardroom at a pace just above a crawl, both of his hands now pressed hard against his strained lower back.
Derek looked as ridiculous as he did miserable, but Felix didn't care. Again, he didn't know how, but obviously, there was something going on with his condition that the younger man hadn't revealed, probably because he had something to do with it.
If the investor had questions, he knew everyone else did as well. As such, Shepherd decided it was time to put CorpaCorp's “show pony” back out on display.
Doing so had the great potential pof ending up a shit show, but Felix considered it worth the risk. This… whatever the hell was going on, was going to come to an end eventually. After that? Well that was the question…
No one at CorpaCorp, its biggest investor included, knew what they were going to do then. Hell, none of them knew “when” was? But after having made it a point to highlight such a prolific male pregnancy (because what else could they have done?) to the point they’d created an entire new division/charity so the public would consider them “progressive,” it wasn’t like they were going to be able to fire Derek after he started firing babies out of his ass.
Something was going to have to be done with him though… Till he and the others figured out just what that was going to be, putting Derek back out on display, seemed to Felix like his best bet.
***
A minute or so later, Derek was in the boardroom, crammed into one of its fancy metal and leather chairs, which was now far too small for him. At least he was off his feet.
Felix had taken a seat at the head of the table. He looked calm, cool and collected, if not also a little leary, like he wasn’t quite sure about what he was going to say next.
“People have been asking questions about you,” the investor said. “A lot of them. People and questions…”
That wasn’t exactly a surprise.
Derek stifled another groan as he sat there, pinned to his ass by his belly and tits. He truly felt like an elephant. One pregnant with twins, though truth be told, he was carrying many, many more.
Several more than he had been at the start of his long weekend.
“I want you to do another press conference.”
The thirty-three year old’s eyes shot up from himself and darted to Felix. “What?”
“I want you to do…”
“There’s no way! I…”
“I shouldn’t have said want, because I’m not really giving you a choice.”
“No shit!” Derek scoffed. “I came in today to talk about not coming in anymore! I can’t go out there like this!” He yelled, frantically gesturing down and around himself, his tits promptly getting in on the action again.
Felix studied him. He couldn’t send the VP out in front of the cameras looking the way he did. Not only wouldn’t that be fair, many of the news outlets might not even consider it decent enough to air. Fortunately, the investor knew a better tailor than Tammy did, and he had him on speed dial.
“I'll have your wardrobe taken care of,” he said as he picked his phone up off the table.
“But…”
“I'll schedule the conference for later this afternoon. You'll have plenty of time to prepare. Physically and mentally.”
“But…” Derek tried again.
“We'll talk about the future after,” Felix cut in again before holding up his other hand and speaking into the phone. “Carlo, I need a favor. A big one…” he heavily emphasized as he looked across the table at Derek.
