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Competitive II
🕑 Added 2019-03-01 00:53:10 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for That-Other-Guy.
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After several weeks, Tim was still leading in terms of belly size, only seeming to grow larger with every pregnancy, of course with the aid of his gorging tactics. Unfortunately for Tim, Edward had come to lead in terms of tit-size. He always just had so much milk. Maybe he was secretly a glutton for dairy? Finally, James, of course, was leading in sheer number of babies, and the others were hard pressed to catch up any time soon.
Then again, James didnt seem to be playing the actual game. He seemed stressed and exhausted, constantly waddling around the cramped basement apartment, attending to the many babies that whined at them continuously. He helped out with all of Tim and Edwards children as well, his little apartment having become a sort of home base for the fertile trio. Theyd been having back to back pregnancies since this whole thing had startedJames usually resulting in multiples despite his frustration at this. Tim thought it made for an easier delivery, so James should have been grateful. Tims birth of his last 15-pounder had left him wiped him out for days.
The door at the top of the stairs creaked open, and James mother came down. She went straight to James and took over with the dirty diaper he was changing. James puffed out a relieved huff, and began to rub at his lower back.
You okay, darling? his mother asked.
Everythings fine. James offered a controlled smile. Youll still be taking these two for the night? He motioned to a pair of twins in a crib, or two of three triplets, or something. Tim could hardly keep track of all James spawn.
Of course, dear, James mother said, gathering the two babies up, though it hardly seemed to make a difference. The basement was perpetually congested with infants. She gave James a consoling look. Well figure this out, James.
I know, he mumbled, now rubbing the heels of his palm on his swollen stomach.
His mother threw an odd glance at Edward and Tim, who were lounging around in their lethargy. With a slight shake of her head, she made her way back up the stairs, two squirming babies in tow.
Tim was having trouble getting upnot that he had tried recently. His belly was a heaving mountain above him, wider than he was, pinning against him like a bolder. He hardly did much anymore, instead just whining for food every so often until someone impatiently tipped some into his mouth.
He felt drained, and wasnt looking forward to the birth, which was likely to be a difficult one. But still, it would be worth it to see the jealous look on Edwards face.
Edward, at present, was all tits and ass. Tim was still surprised that Edward hadnt insisted on ass-size being a competition tier, because he would have won easily. It was as though, with all his momentous changes and baby-birthing, a huge ass crossed the line of what he regarded as masculine.
Edward had given birth the day before, and was pretty drained, yet it allowed Tim the ludicrous fascination of watching his round asslike two basketballs stuffed in straining sweatpantsbob around as his fat GGG-cup tits wobbled and seeped milk into the tanktop he was wearing.
We have to return it, said James suddenly.
What? said Tim in confusion.
The ancient scroll, we have to
Didnt you destroy that thing ages ago? said Edward, somewhat irritated. Like Tim, he was fatigued with James obsession with the stupid scroll.
James eyes took on a familiar look of desperation. What if that was a mistake? I buried the ashes out in the backyard, maybe we can still And without pausing, he dumped the latest baby he was holding into Edwards arms, before grabbing up a shovel, and hauling himself towards the staircase.
Apparently he was going to go digging around the backyard in the middle of the night, despite that he was likely pregnant with another round of tripletsor quads, maybe, judging by the way he was sticking out of the stupid maternity jersey he was wearing. The babies collectively started crying at his disappearance, as though they all thought James to be their mother.
Oh, be quiet, Edward grumbled under his breath as he tugged down his shirt and shoved the baby in his arms against his nipple. He got up and one-handedly changed another all while continuing to grumble things. His belly was still small since his birth yesterday. He looked wan and sweaty, but also quite voluptuous, with his ass and hips, and curviness. Was James always such a dumbass?
I cannot speak to that. Tims belly tensed, and he rubbed it desperately, hoping to stave off labor. He wanted to get another few inches in.
Tim? Edward frowned at his hugely swollen friend.
Tim felt his belly shift lower, hips twitching as it took on more of the mass. He hoped this would be fast one, but doubted it. He squirmed like a turtle cast on its shell. Can you grab the measuring tape?
Comments
Kompera
Hi Digineko! I tried to contact you regarding this sequel, but couldn't seem to get in touch with you. Glad to see you're cool with it.
Wow, I'm surprised someone else wanted a sequel to this too! I wouldn't mind seeing more of this. I feel sorry for poor James...
Kompera
Thank you :)
That-Other-Guy
Another great installment!
