Before Christmas - Part 1

Patreon-exclusive/Pre-Christmas Special

The snow fell heavily outside as Freddie and Eddie struggled to help their best friend Bobby into the Emergency Room in the hospital. The doors slid open, revealing the chaos of a packed ER, with people of all ages seated or pacing in the waiting area, many sneezing, coughing, or holding makeshift ice packs to injuries. The Christmas decorations made the place look festive, but the injured people didn’t show the joy accustomed to this season. Freddie and Eddie burst through the ER doors, bracing themselves against the biting cold as they supported Bobby between them.

Freddie stood tall at 6’1” and wore a fitted dark blue hoodie that hugged his broad swimmer’s torso and gray joggers tucked into snow-dusted sneakers. His brown curly hair was slightly damp from the falling snow, and his naturally teasing smile was replaced with a concerned frown as he held Bobby under one arm. His amber-colored eyes often went back to check on Bobby as they walked in. Eddie, standing at 6’0”, supported Bobby’s opposite arm. He wore a thick black puffer jacket that only accentuated his muscular frame and tight jeans that showcased his powerful legs and thick butt, earned after years of playing rugby. His green eyes flickered with concern, a rare contrast to his usual playful demeanor. His dark hair was messy, looking like he’d run his hands through it several times.

Freddie and Eddie looked as stunning as ever, but Bobby was the center of attention. Standing at 6’3”, his oversized black hoodie and multiple layers of clothes couldn’t hide the sheer size of his body. His thick arms clutched his hugely rounded midsection, trying to support his distended abdomen as he groaned in pain. His sweatpants clung uncomfortably to his expanded hips and absolutely massive ass, emphasizing the softness of his frame. He was the most muscular of the three, and the layer of fat he’d gained over the months made him look even more imposing. His light blonde hair fell messily over his forehead, and his usually cocky blue eyes were now wide with discomfort. His movements were sluggish, each step accompanied by a wince and a sharp intake of breath as he clutched his belly. Bobby flushed, waddling into the Emergency Room and feeling vulnerable but safe between his best friends.

“Come on, Bobby, just a few more steps,” Freddie said as they navigated through the sea of people in the waiting area.

“I can’t,” Bobby groaned, breathless. He stopped and curled in pain, unable to take another step as his belly shook visibly. “Ugh, this hurts too much.”

Eddie slightly crouched to meet Bobby’s eye line. “Hey, listen! You’ve wrestled guys twice your size and have always won, champ. You’ve got this,” he said with a grin as his hand gently rubbed Bobby’s back to soothe him. Bobby nodded, and they continued moving.

“Excuse me, we need help!” Freddie called out as they reached the front desk, and several people curiously glanced at them.

The nurse at the desk, a middle-aged woman with sharp features and an expression that screamed “overworked,” barely looked up. She scanned the crowded room before giving them a dismissive glance. “You’ll need to take a seat and fill out this form,” she said, sliding a clipboard across the desk. Her eyes flicked over Bobby, slightly narrowing as if assessing his appearance, before returning to her computer screen. “What’s the issue?”

“It’s his stomach,” Freddie said, moving his thumb toward Bobby. “He’s been having these crazy abdominal pains all day. They’re getting worse, and now he can barely move.”

The nurse sighed, clearly unimpressed. “Fill out the form and have a seat. Our beds are full, and unless it’s life-threatening—”

“It is life-threatening!” Eddie snapped, his usual playful tone replaced with frustration. “Look at him!”

“I am looking,” the nurse replied, her gaze lingering on Bobby’s oversized attire. “And I see someone who can still stand, which means he can sit and wait like everyone else. Take a seat, fill out this form, and we’ll call you when a doctor is available. It’s a busy night,” she said, pushing the clipboard toward Freddie again and turning around to focus on someone else.

Freddie grunted but took the clipboard. “Thanks,” he said through gritted teeth.

Eddie guided Bobby toward the nearest empty chairs, wedged between a sniffling teenager and an older man holding a bloody towel in his hand. Bobby lowered himself, practically collapsing into the chair, his face pale and damp with sweat. He shifted uncomfortably as his hands went to his belly again.

“I can’t believe they’re making us wait,” Freddie muttered as he stood beside Bobby, beginning to fill out the form.

“Relax, man,” Eddie said, standing right before Freddie on Bobby’s other side. “This place is chaotic. They’ll see us soon.”

Bobby groaned again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I can’t take this! It’s not just my stomach anymore,” he whispered hoarsely. “It’s… it’s in my hips now. Like this pulling, cramping feeling. It feels like something is tearing me apart.”

Eddie leaned closer, a grin spreading on his concerned face. “Maybe it’s gas. You’ve been eating like a horse lately,” he joked as his hand instinctively reached to pat Bobby’s belly. The people sitting beside Bobby stared at him in concern before moving to another seat.

Freddie smirked. “Yeah, and looking like one too. Dude, you’ve gotta ease up on the late-night snacks.” His hand gestured vaguely at Bobby’s layered torso. “Stress eating, right?”

Bobby groaned again, leaning back in his seat. “Shut up. I can’t deal with your jokes right now.”

The teasing stopped as Bobby suddenly doubled over, clutching his belly with both hands. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes widened as he felt the tautness of his abdomen. His hands trembled as they moved to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it, along with the shirt and undershirt beneath. Bobby revealed his belly, round and taut, with the skin stretched so tightly it shined under the hospital lighting. It wasn’t just a “big belly”—it looked unmistakably pregnant, with some stretch marks and a popped-out belly button adorning the front. The only problem was that Bobby was a man, so the “unmistakably” pregnancy look could only be a mistake.

Freddie and Eddie froze, their teasing forgotten as they exchanged wide-eyed glances, seeing Bobby’s belly exposed for the first time in months. “Bobby, what the hell—” Freddie began, but a gentle voice interrupted him. “You look like you might burst.”

“Excuse me,” another nurse softly said. This nurse was younger, with a warm smile and gentle eyes. She kneeled to meet Bobby’s eye level. “What’s going on, sweetheart? Can you tell me what you are feeling?”

Bobby’s voice wavered. “I don’t know… It’s my stomach—like cramps, but worse. I’ve been feeling off for months, but it feels like it’s squeezing now. And my hips, I feel this crazy pressure. I can’t—I can’t explain it.”

“He’s been like this for hours,” Freddie added. “And honestly, he’s been having weird stuff going on for months—eating way more, always tired, getting bigger—”

“Don’t forget the mood swings. Bobby’s also been complaining about back pain, swollen feet, tender chest, or something like that,” Eddie added with a chuckle.

“Thanks for that,” Bobby muttered, harshly looking up at his friends.

The nurse frowned, placing her hands gently on Bobby’s exposed abdomen. Her eyes widened as she felt the tightness beneath her palms. “It’s so firm,” she murmured. Her fingers stilled as she felt a distinct movement beneath her palm. “Oh my goodness...”

“Dude, what was that? Did you see that?” Eddie said, louder than intended.

“It happens often. I figured it’s just gas,” Bobby said, his face contorting in discomfort.

“Sweetheart, I can assure you that’s not gas,” she added, moving her hand over Bobby’s abdomen again, feeling an even harder movement within. “Oh, my—that almost feels like…” She said with wide-open eyes.

“Like what? What is it?” Bobby asked, his voice panicked.

“We need to get you to a bed immediately,” she said, standing quickly. “Gentlemen, help him up.”

Freddie and Eddie didn’t hesitate. They each grabbed an arm, helping Bobby to his feet. As they lifted him, Bobby suddenly froze, his face contorted in shock and pain as a sharp cry escaped his mouth. A warm, wet sensation spread down his legs, soaking his sweatpants. He froze, trembling as his face turned a deep shade of red. A second rush of water immediately followed the first one, drenching the pants even more.

“Oh, fuck!” Bobby shouted, feeling slight relief from the tightness in his belly as a pool of transparent liquid formed around his feet.

Freddie and Eddie looked down, their expressions horrified but equally clueless. “Did you… did you pee yourself?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t think that’s pee,” the nurse interjected, gently pushing other people aside to let Bobby pass. “Let’s get him moving. Now!”

Freddie and Eddie practically carried Bobby through the crowded room as the people in the waiting room stared. A young boy tugged on his mother’s sleeve, pointing at Bobby. “Mom, is that man having a baby?”

“No, of course not,” the mother said, pulling him closer. “Men don’t have babies.”

But the boy frowned, staring. “He looked like you when you had my little brother,” he said, but the mother shushed him quickly, but the comment drew more curious stares.

Bobby blushed as he overheard, but the pain eclipsed his embarrassment. By the time they reached the cubicle, he could barely get in bed while the nurse left to get a doctor. As Bobby lay back, his legs instinctively spread wide to relieve the unbearable pressure in his hips.

Eddie snorted, unable to resist. “Wow, Bobby, this position brings back memories from a few months ago. How long has it been? 9 months?”

“Shut. Up,” Bobby growled, his voice strained as he gripped the sides of the bed.

Freddie rolled his eyes, punching Eddie’s arm. “Not the time, dude. But yeah, 9 months,” he added, grinning as both remembered the reckless night when they had fucked Bobby.

Freddie and Eddie, standing on either side of him, seemed unsure of what to do as Bobby writhed, clutching his belly. Bobby squirmed, his breaths shallow as they waited for the doctor to arrive. Bobby lay sprawled on the hospital bed, his legs still instinctively spread wide to relieve the unrelenting pressure on his hips. His face was flushed a deep red, beads of sweat forming along his brow as he panted heavily. His large hands alternated between gripping the sides of the bed and cradling his rounded abdomen.

Freddie leaned closer, his hands resting on the taut curve of Bobby’s exposed belly. His fingers were tentative at first, pressing lightly against the skin that felt impossibly tight like a balloon stretched to its limit. To his shock, he felt something shift beneath his touch—a subtle movement under his palm. “Whoa,” Freddie said, his amber eyes wide. “Did you feel that?”

Bobby winced, his breath hitching as another cramp shot through his hips. “I told you,” he whispered through the pain. “It’s been like that for months… I thought it was gas or something, but it’s been getting stronger. Sometimes it feels like, I don’t know, like something is pushing or kicking.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow as he joined in, placing his own hand on the other side of Bobby’s abdomen. “Kicking?” he repeated, chuckling. “Dude, are you sure you didn’t eat something alive?”

“Not funny,” Bobby said, though his lips twitched slightly at the joke. Then, his face contorted in pain again, and he let out a low groan, his fingers digging into the mattress. “It’s not just the kicking—it’s like… rolling? Or twisting? And lately, it feels so heavy, like everything’s pulling downward.”

Freddie’s hand gently caressed the belly, trying to soothe his friend. “Hey, maybe it’s… I don’t know, muscle spasms? Or a hernia?” His words faltered as he felt another pronounced movement.

Freddie and Eddie exchanged a stunned glance before leaning closer to Bobby’s belly. “Hey,” Eddie said with an exaggerated grin. “Whatever’s in there, you better behave. Bobby’s not having a great time right now.”

Freddie played along. “Yeah, you hear that? Chill out in there, okay?”

Bobby groaned, both in pain and exasperation. “You two are idiots,” he said, and his friends leaned closer to kiss each side of his taut abdomen, their lips feeling cold against his overheated abdomen. Bobby managed a weak laugh, though it quickly turned into a pained groan as another wave of pressure hit him. His head fell back against the pillow, and he barely noticed the footsteps approaching his cubicle.

The nurse opened the curtain and entered with a doctor and a technician. The doctor was young, maybe in his early thirties, with a kind face framed by neatly styled dark hair. He wore a festive Santa hat, and his blue scrubs were spotless despite the chaos of the ER. Behind him, a technician pushed a portable ultrasound machine.

“Good evening,” the doctor cheerfully said, though his eyes quickly widened due to Bobby’s round belly. “Let’s see what we’ve got going on here. The nurse tells me you’re in quite a lot of pain.” The doctor wasted no time, pulling on gloves as he approached the bed. “First, we’ll check your vitals. Bobby, right?” Bobby nodded as the doctor gestured for Freddie and Eddie to step aside briefly, though they stayed close. The doctor checked Bobby’s blood pressure, heart rate, and oxygen levels while asking standard questions. “Any recent injuries? History of abdominal issues? Anything unusual over the past few months?”

Bobby, barely able to focus through the pain, answered in short bursts. “No injuries, only cramps for months. And—ahhh—it’s worse now.”

As the doctor worked, he explained, “The nurse has a theory about what might be causing this, but before we jump to conclusions, we’re going to run an ultrasound to rule out any internal obstructions or… well, anything else unusual.”

“Unusual?” Bobby rasped, his blue eyes narrowing. “What does that mean?”

The nurse hesitated before speaking. “Well, based on the abdominal tension and movement I felt earlier… It might sound crazy, but we should rule out something unique.” She gestured to the ultrasound machine. “With your permission, we’d like to take a look.”

Bobby groaned, clutching the edges of the bed. “Fine. Just do it.”

The technician stepped forward, turning on the machine with practiced ease. He applied a generous amount of cold gel to Bobby’s exposed belly, causing him to flinch slightly. “Sorry about that,” the technician murmured before pressing the transducer firmly against the taut skin. “It’ll warm up quickly.”

The screen flickered to life, displaying the grainy black-and-white image of Bobby’s abdomen. The room fell silent as the technician moved the transducer around, his brow furrowing in concentration. Freddie and Eddie leaned in, their curiosity overriding their discomfort with the situation. Bobby, however, clenched the edges of the bed tightly, his legs still spread as another wave of pressure coursed through his hips.

“Doctor,” the technician said in shock as a distinct shape appeared, followed by another. He adjusted the angle, confirming what they all suspected but couldn’t quite believe. “You need to see this.”

The doctor stepped closer, his expression shifting from professional curiosity to outright astonishment. The nurse leaned in, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasped. “Oh my…”

“What?” Freddie demanded, panic evident in his voice. “What is it?”

The doctor straightened, his face pale. “Bobby… You’re pregnant with twins. And one of the babies seems to be in position for delivery. You’re in labor.”

Freddie and Eddie froze, their mouths hanging open as they stared at the screen. “Pregnant?!” Eddie exclaimed louder than intended again. “He’s a man! We’ve seen his cock, and believe me, he’s a big man.”

“Dude?!” Freddie shouted, as shocked as Eddie. “You’re pregnant?!”

Bobby didn’t have time to react. A sharp, guttural scream tore from his throat as his body tensed, and he gasped. “Something… Something is coming out! I can’t—”

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