Before Christmas - Part 2

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As Bobby shouted in pain, the nurse and doctor sprang into action. “We need to move quickly,” the doctor said, reaching for Bobby’s sweatpants to remove them. “We don’t have time to get him to the delivery room. If his water broke earlier, he must be in active labor.”

With the nurse’s help, they carefully pulled Bobby’s sweatpants down, revealing that the first baby was already crowning. Bobby felt some relief as the pants left his body, allowing him to spread his legs wider. His cock was hard due to the pressure the baby applied on his prostate, and his balls looked fuller than ever. The doctor, the technician, and the nurse exchanged looks as they realized Eddie was right: Bobby was a big man. However, they regained their professional manners to help Bobby deliver his babies.

“The baby’s coming now,” the doctor announced as the technician left with the ultrasound machine. “Bobby, you’re going to need to push. We’re here to help, but you must listen to your body, okay?” he said as the nurse ran to gather the tools for the delivery.

“Push?!” Bobby cried, his voice cracking. “I don’t—ugh.” He groaned as his belly contracted, and the baby slowly continued its way out. “I can’t! I can’t!”

“You can do this,” the doctor interrupted his voice firm despite his confusion. He didn’t know what to expect since the baby was coming out of Bobby’s ass, something thought to be impossible. “Just focus on the pressure and push when you feel it. It looks like your body is capable of stretching enough for the baby to come out.”

Bobby groaned, firmly grabbing the sheets as his hole gaped more to reveal more of the baby’s head. Freddie and Eddie stood frozen, watching his friend’s body doing something unthinkable. They struggled to process the scene: Bobby’s bare belly, his hard cock and balls, his legs spread, and the baby slowly emerging. It was all too much. However, after the initial shock, Freddie and Eddie quickly moved to Bobby’s sides, each grabbing one of his hands.

“We’re here, man,” Freddie said, squeezing Bobby’s hand tightly. “You’ve got this.”

“Yeah, dude,” Eddie added, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “Just push. We’re right here. You can do this!”

Bobby pushed with all his strength, his face contorted in pain as he gritted his teeth. The nurse and doctor coached him through each contraction, their voices guiding him as he pushed again and again. Sweat dripped down Bobby’s face and belly, making them shine under the light and soaking his clothes. His breathing was ragged, his body trembling with effort and pain. Bobby felt like his body was tearing apart with each push, but he kept going, driven by instinct. Then, with one last agonizing push, the baby slid free, letting out a loud, healthy cry that echoed through the emergency room.

The doctor quickly wrapped the newborn in a soft blanket, his face glowing with relief. “It’s a boy,” the doctor announced, smiling as he handed the baby to the nurse for cleaning.

Bobby collapsed back against the bed, utterly exhausted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was confused, but the moment he saw the baby in the nurse’s arms, his expression softened, tears welling in his eyes. “That… came out of me? Is he okay?” he whispered. Freddie and Eddie couldn’t respond, staring in stunned silence at the tiny, squirming infant wrapped in a soft, sky-blue blanket.

As the nurse cleaned the baby, Bobby became aware of an unusual wetness around his chest, something he knew wasn’t sweat. Weakly, he lifted his hoodie higher, revealing his plump pecs and engorged nipple and the droplets of milk leaking from them.

“What the…” Freddie began as he processed the scene but stopped as Eddie helped Bobby remove his layers of clothes, revealing the full extent of his pecs’ growth. Bobby was naked in bed, looking exhausted, but he had more important things to worry about. He was a dad now, so he could only focus on his baby boy. “Is that… milk?” Freddie asked in disbelief, but Bobby didn’t respond because the answer was obvious: it was milk.

A few minutes later, the nurse returned with the baby in hand, carefully placing him in Bobby’s arms. “Congratulations, Bobby. He looks just like his daddy,” she said softly. “But the hair and that smile are from the dad, I guess?” Her gaze flicked to Freddie, whose face turned bright red, his eyes darting to the baby, whose tiny features mirrored Bobby’s but with brown, slightly curly hair.

An overwhelmed Bobby wept openly as the nurse guided the baby to latch onto his chest. The newborn suckled instinctively, and Bobby smiled for the first time since the ordeal began. Freddie slowly reached to caress the baby’s cheek as Bobby’s nipples filled them with milk. Freddie was stunned at the realization that the baby was his—and Bobby’s. He couldn’t contain his tears as he embraced the moment.

“Is he… mine?” Freddie shyly asked.

“He has your hair. And you two said it,” Bobby said. “It’s been nine months.”

“Bobby, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we should discuss a few details about this unprecedented case. We need to study this. You’re a male, and you have just given birth to a healthy baby through an opening not designed for that. We...” the doctor began, but the nurse stopped him. The doctor was still in shock, but he understood Bobby and the babies’ well-being was more important.

“I think we’ll have time for that, doctor. Let him enjoy this moment. And Bobby still has another baby to deliver, so this isn’t over,” she whispered, gesturing to Bobby’s still-big belly. “We should take him to the delivery room,” she said, and the doctor nodded.

Bobby groaned, his exhaustion evident, but he nodded, tightly holding his son against his milk-filled pec. “I can’t do this again,” he whispered as the nurse brought up a blanket to cover his lower half to protect his modesty as the doctor explained a few things about the second delivery. But Bobby was only half-listening now, his attention entirely consumed by the tiny baby sucking on his nipple. The newborn’s soft sound as he sucked and swallowed melted away Bobby’s pain and confusion.

Still, the hospital bed began to move, the nurse and doctor guiding it carefully through the crowded corridors. Bobby barely noticed the movement. The presence of the baby in his arms blocked out everything else. Freddie and Eddie followed closely behind, still in shock. Patients and visitors filled the halls, and many stopped to gape at the extraordinary scene. A tall, muscular young man breastfeeding a newborn, his belly still round and unmistakably full. It wasn’t something anyone had seen before. Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd, but Bobby didn’t mind about them.

The little boy from before tugged at his mother’s sleeve again, pointing at Bobby. “Mom! Look! He had a baby. I told you,” he said, and the mother only stared in disbelief this time.

Freddie overheard and tried to suppress a chuckle, but Eddie couldn’t hide his smirk. But these thoughts were only momentary. Freddie was still in shock, dealing with anxiety but also feeling proud. The baby in Bobby’s arms was his son—his son! The complex implications were only starting to hit him. Meanwhile, Eddie wrestled with confusion and jealousy. One of his best buddies had just given birth to his other best friend’s baby. He couldn’t help but feel his heart ache with a sadness he didn’t fully understand.

Bobby groaned sharply as the bed turned a corner into a quieter hallway. The contractions had returned, this time more rapid and intense. His grip on the bed rails tightened, and the baby against his chest squirmed in response to the movement.

The doctor glanced at Bobby, kindly smiling. “It’s completely normal,” he explained. “Nursing the baby releases hormones that help your body prepare for the next delivery. It won’t be long before you have the second baby in your arms.”

Bobby barely registered the words. His whole body felt like it was tearing apart, and he groaned loudly, his head pressing back into the pillow. When they reached the delivery room, the doctor and nurse wasted no time. The nurse gently lifted the newborn from Bobby’s arms, wrapping him securely before placing him in a nearby bassinet. Bobby’s body was in the throes of contractions, demanding his full attention. Bobby instinctively spread his legs, the pressure in his hips leaving him with no other choice. Freddie and Eddie each gripped one of his hands to show Bobby their support.

“Bobby, you need to focus now,” the doctor said, removing the blanket covering Bobby’s legs. “The second baby is ready to come.”

“I can’t do this again,” Bobby said, his voice cracking as the contractions peaked again. “It hurts so much, and I’m too tired!”

“Yes, you can,” Freddie said, his voice firm but kind.

“Hey, the first baby stretched you down there. You only need to sneeze this time,” Eddie said, chuckling as he tightened his grip on Bobby’s hand.

“You’re such an idiot,” Bobby weakly laughed, though it quickly dissolved into a groan as another contraction wracked his body.

The doctor carefully positioned himself at the foot of the bed as the nurse prepared the necessary tools for the delivery. “Bobby, I need you to push with the next contraction,” the doctor instructed. “You already did this once; now you only need to listen to your body.”

“I can’t!” Bobby cried out, his voice breaking with the effort.

“Come on, Bobby. Think of it this way—after this, Freddie will owe you for the rest of your lives because you’re giving him babies. You can make him do all your laundry!” Eddie said, making Bobby chuckle.

“It sounds nice… ugh!” Despite the pain, Bobby let out a breathless laugh. But the next contraction tore through him, and he bore down instinctively, gripping Freddie and Eddie’s hands like his life depended on it. “Fuck! Freddie, I hate you so much.”

“That’s it, Bobby! You’re doing great. Just a little more,” the doctor said as the baby began to crown.

The intense pressure felt unbearable, and Bobby groaned loudly. With each push, his exhaustion grew, leaving him breathless. He was red from the effort, veins visible on his neck and biceps. The doctor and nurse worked quickly as the baby slowly made its way into the world. This baby was as large as the first one, making Bobby feel like his body was tearing in half.

“One more big push, Bobby. You’re almost there!” the doctor finally said, and Bobby could barely stay awake.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Bobby pushed with all his might. “Ugh! Why does it feel so big?” he shouted before a sharp cry filled the room as the second baby entered the world.

“Another boy!” the doctor announced, holding up the newborn for a brief moment before wrapping him with a blanket to hand him to the nurse for cleaning and care.

Bobby collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His entire body trembled from the effort, and tears streamed down his face—tears of relief, exhaustion, and overwhelming emotion. Then, the nurse approached with the freshly cleaned baby, wrapped snugly in a light blue blanket. As she handed the tiny bundle to Bobby, he looked down at the infant, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. The baby had a head of thick, dark hair and delicate features that were undeniably familiar.

“He’s healthy, just like his brother, but you’ll notice he looks slightly different,” the nurse said, looking at Eddie’s stunned face.

Eddie leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he examined the baby’s face. “Wait a minute… that hair and nose… it looks like—”

“You,” Bobby finished, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced at Eddie, then at Freddie. The room fell silent as the three friends stared at each other, the realization sinking in. Bobby had just given birth to two boys—one with Freddie’s light brown hair and the other with Eddie’s dark hair. He had carried babies for both his friends.

Then, the nurse brought the first baby and carefully placed him on Bobby’s arm, making the scene look sweeter. “Have you thought about names for them?” she asked.

Bobby exchanged a glance with his friends. “I didn’t know I was pregnant, so… not yet. But I say the dads should name them. Any ideas?”

Freddie pointed at the first baby. “How about Scott for this little guy?”

Eddie grinned. “And Logan for the second one?”

Bobby smiled through his exhaustion. “Scott and Logan? Like the X-Men? You two are such nerds! But I love those names.”

“Scott and Logan, welcome to the team,” Freddie said with a grin as he observed both babies sucking on Bobby’s nipples.

Eddie nodded, his earlier jealousy melting away. “Yeah. We’ll be Team Dads!”

“We’ll work on a name for the team. But they’re perfect,” Bobby murmured.

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Bobby nestled into the hospital bed a few hours later, cradling Scott and Logan close to his chest. Freddie leaned against the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone as Eddie stood at the foot of the bed, absently adjusting Bobby’s blanket to make sure he was comfortable.

Freddie let out a low whistle. “Oh, man. Bobby, you’re not going to believe this. You’ve got fans. You’re famous.”

“What now?” Bobby asked with wide-open eyes.

Freddie turned the phone around, showing a video thumbnail titled: “Miracle Before Christmas: Pregnant Man Seen Feeding Baby in Hospital.” The thumbnail froze on a blurry but unmistakable image of Bobby lying on the hospital bed, swaddled baby in his arms, surrounded by wide-eyed bystanders.

Bobby groaned. “Please tell me people aren’t seeing this.”

Freddie chuckled. “5,000 likes in under an hour. You’re trending, Bobby. People love a good holiday miracle.”

Eddie leaned over to get a better look, and his booming laugh filled the room. “Oh, this is gold. Look at the comments!”

Freddie scrolled down to read aloud. “‘This has to be fake. No way a dude can have a baby.’” He smirked. “Yeah, tell that to your butt, Bobby.”

Bobby shifted uncomfortably, his sore body still a vivid reminder that it was very, very real. “Oh, believe me, my butt would argue otherwise. Read another one.”

Eddie pointed at a particular comment and laughed hard. “Oh, here’s one: ‘If daddies like those are involved’—they mean us, by the way—‘I’d carry a whole litter of babies.’”

Freddie grinned. “Looks like we’ve got admirers, huh? What do you think, Bobby? Want to give them a meet-and-greet?”

“Meet-and-greet?” Bobby shot back, his blue eyes narrowing. “I’ll meet them with these fists. Who would like to go through this for fun?”

Eddie wasn’t done reading. “Okay, okay, here’s my favorite: ‘That guy’s so hot, I’d volunteer to help him make a few dozen babies right now.’”

Freddie leaned in close to Bobby, his grin widening. “Sounds like you’ve got options. But I hope we’re still the first in line to do that.”

“Do what?” Bobby shot back, rolling his eyes but smiling. “The two of you are the reason I ended up in this situation. The only thing you’re first in line for is changing diapers.”

“Hey, you’re not going to tell me you don’t love these babies. I think we should think about giving them some little brothers in the future. Don’t you agree, Bobby?” Freddie asked, placing his hand on Bobby’s soft abdomen.

“Yeah. This team needs to get bigger. You know people love when miracles keep happening, and we know how to make the miracle occur,” Eddie said, his hand also moving to Bobby’s abdomen.

“It’ll be a miracle if I let any of you get close enough to me to even think of getting me pregnant again,” Bobby said, smirking. “But you guys could start getting Christmas decorations and a tree for our apartment. These babies deserve a legendary first Christmas. If you guys surprise us, maybe—and just maybe—I’ll consider the idea of doing this again, eventually. It could be another Christmas miracle.” Bobby said, winking at his friends, unable to deny that Freddie and Eddie made handsome, perfect babies with him.

The End

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