Billy's Choice - Part 3

Callum sat with Billy in the waiting room, still excited about meeting his friend. Callum’s presence in the clinic helped Billy deal with the anxiety caused by his sickness and the idea that something might be terribly wrong with him. His smile made Billy smile, making him feel safe. The familiarity comforted Billy while he waited for his turn.

The doctor welcomed Billy into the examination room a few minutes later. The doctor, a handsome man in his late 30s, sounded kind when he greeted Billy and asked him about the symptoms. Deep inside, Billy was confident that his health couldn’t be as bad as he feared, but he couldn’t ignore the sickness.

Billy described his symptoms—how he’d been feeling nauseous for weeks, the fatigue that never seemed to go away, and, most concerning, the persistent bloating in his lower abdomen. He couldn’t help but move his hands to his abdomen and gently caress it as he talked. The doctor listened, his brow furrowing in thought.

“It sounds like you’ve been having a rough time, William,” the doctor said, sounding more serious than intended by addressing Billy by his actual name. However, his tone was so warm that Billy felt slightly at peace despite his sickness. “It doesn’t sound like it’s something to worry much about. However, let’s take a look and see what’s going on. Lay back on the examination table and lift your hoodie, please.”

Billy immediately did as the doctor said, lifting his hoodie to reveal his bare abdomen. He flinched slightly as the doctor’s hands pressed gently against his stomach, starting with light touches before applying more pressure right below his navel. Billy’s body reacted immediately, his muscles tensing, and a soft, almost involuntary gasp escaped his lips. The doctor’s hands stilled momentarily, his eyes narrowing in curiosity as he carefully palpated Billy’s lower abdomen.

“I’m sorry. It felt weird. That spot is where the bloating has been,” Billy said, blushing as the doctor pressed again below his navel, making him shiver again.

“You’re quite tender here. It could be an intestinal obstruction, but you mentioned it doesn’t hurt, so that’s very unlikely,” the doctor noted, more to himself than to Billy, but the young man still nodded. “Let’s see if we can get a clearer picture of your inside. I’ll run an ultrasound.”

Billy watched nervously as the doctor wheeled over an ultrasound machine. “Aren’t ultrasounds only used on pregnant women? Why do you need that now?” Billy asked, blushing even deeper and making the doctor chuckle.

“No. Ultrasounds are widely known for that particular use, but it has many others. I mean, I can even run an ultrasound on your testicles,” the doctor said, chuckling while preparing the machine. “It’s not necessary in this case, but you get my point,” the doctor replied, bringing up a tub of gel to start the procedure.

“Oh, okay. I was just wondering,” Billy said as the doctor squeezed the gel onto his abdomen, the coolness making him shiver slightly. He was nervous because he never expected to have an ultrasound. His heart beat faster, and he felt his stomach fluttering, similar to those times when he was about to throw up.

The doctor moved the ultrasound wand across his stomach, his brow furrowing as he stared at the screen, his expression growing more perplexed by the second. He adjusted the wand, his eyes widening slightly, evidently shocked. “William,” the doctor began, his voice carefully neutral, “I’m seeing something I wasn’t expecting. But maybe you could clarify this for me.”

Billy’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice shaky.

The doctor took a deep breath, clearly trying to find the right words. “William, it appears that you have a womb. Did you know about that?”

Billy stared at the doctor silently, not understanding his words. “By womb, you mean?”

“I mean, a uterus. Female reproductive internal organs,” the doctor explained, and Billy nodded, pretending to understand, but he was clearly lost. The doctor could tell Billy was confused because even he, as a doctor, couldn’t explain what was happening. “I can tell you didn’t know about that, but as rare as this is, what people call... intersex isn’t something new. However, what you have inside the womb is the real breakthrough here.”

“I’m not understanding anything,” Billy said, his expression blank.

“Okay. Let me put this as simply as possible. You have a uterus. A uterus is the place where babies develop inside their mothers for nine months. But in this case, I guess they’re developing inside their father. William, you’re about eight weeks pregnant with twins.”

The words hung in the air. Billy’s mind went blank, his vision narrowing as the reality of what the doctor said hit him like a freight train. Pregnant? And with twins? His breath quickened, panic rising as the doctor explained the situation, his voice a distant hum in Billy’s ears. The young man paled and felt his stomach turning upside down. He leaned to the side, luckily finding a trash can right beside the examination table, right before vomit escaped his mouth. He didn’t know if his reaction was due to sickness or the shocking news he had just heard.

“There are some very unusual circumstances here,” the doctor continued, his voice calm but concerned as Billy regained composure after emptying his stomach into the trash can. “This isn’t something we typically see. Honestly, it’s medically impossible. Even if you have a uterus instead of the male biology, you shouldn’t be able to conceive. But there’s no doubt about it; you’re carrying two babies.”

“No, no, no,” Billy mumbled, still in denial. “Doctor, I’m a man. I can show you my dick and my balls if you don’t believe me! I can’t be pregnant.”

“That’s not necessary, William. I believe you,” the doctor said, with the wand of the ultrasound still pressed against Billy’s lower abdomen. The doctor turned the screen for Billy, showing the spots where the babies were growing. “Here we have baby A and baby B.

Billy turned his head toward the screen, his vision still blurry and his head spinning. But the reality of his situation began to sink in. The slight roundness he had dismissed as bloating was actually the start of a baby bump. He could clearly see the tiny lives growing inside him. Two babies. His babies. Then, Billy’s thoughts drifted to Antonio as the doctor explained the implications and options available. There was no question about it—Antonio was the father. He remembered the day at the beach, realizing it had been exactly eight weeks since.

The doctor offered Billy the choice to continue the pregnancy or to terminate it, stressing that this was a unique situation and that the decision was entirely his. But as Billy listened, something deep inside him knew what he wanted to do. Despite the shock, the confusion, and the fear, he knew he couldn’t end the pregnancy. These babies—Antonio’s babies—were a part of him now.

“I want to keep them,” Billy said softly, almost to himself. “I’ll keep them.”

The doctor nodded, respecting his decision. “We’ll need to monitor you closely, given the unusual circumstances,” he advised, his tone professional yet caring. “But we’ll do everything we can to ensure your health and the health of the babies.”

Billy nodded, still in a daze. As the appointment ended, the doctor gave him prenatal vitamins and prescribed pills for the morning sickness. Finally, he scheduled a follow-up in two weeks. Billy’s mind was still spinning as he left the office, the weight of the revelations pressing heavily on his shoulders.

“Hey, was everything okay? You look pale,” Callum asked, standing from his seat in the waiting room and approaching Billy with a concerned face.

“Yeah, yeah. I-I-I’ve been having some nausea, and it hit me hard in there. But the doctor gave me some pills to fight them,” Billy said, not even looking at Callum’s face; his eyes were blank, and his mind was distant. He had no idea how to react to the news.

“Uhm. Okay. Well, I guess that kills our plans to get a coffee,” Callum said, looking disappointed.

“I don’t think this is the best moment. I want to go home. Or maybe somewhere I can relax,” Billy said, his hands instinctively moving to his abdomen. “I’m sorry I made you wait for nothing.”

“It’s okay. I get it. But come over to my apartment, Billy. It’s just around the corner, and we can relax. I promise I’ll drop you off at your own place later. I’ll feel better if you go with me until you feel better,” Callum said with a grin, moving his strong hand to rest on Billy’s shoulder and making the shorter guy shiver.

Billy was still overwhelmed by the revelation of his pregnancy, but he could only nod gratefully. Callum’s presence was comforting, and his voice made Billy feel so good he couldn’t dismiss the invitation. “Fine. But please don’t freak out if I throw up in the middle of your living room,” Billy said, making Callum laugh.

Callum wrapped his powerful arm around Billy’s shoulders as they left the clinic. Billy felt safe with Callum so close to him, but his mind was a total mess. He couldn’t stop thinking about the babies growing inside him and the fact that Antonio was the father. Every single part of that sentence was complicated.

While they walked, Callum noticed Billy’s anxiety and pulled him closer to his muscular body. “Seriously, man, you’ve got to share your secret. I’ve been working my butt off—literally—and yours still puts mine to shame!” He said, attempting to take Billy out of his worried trance.

Billy laughed, feeling a bit more relaxed. But beneath the surface, his mind was still on the news he had just received. As Callum talked, Billy found himself absentmindedly resting his hands on his abdomen, feeling the slight swell beneath his hoodie. The idea of carrying twins was still surreal, but he felt a tiny spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could handle this.

When they arrived at Callum’s building, Billy was stunned. The elevator whisked them up to the top floor. When the doors opened, Callum led Billy into a sprawling penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the entire city. The apartment was modern and stylish, with plush furniture and sleek design accents. Billy couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place.

“Wow! Callum, this place is amazing,” Billy breathed, looking around in awe.

Callum smiled, clearly pleased by Billy’s reaction. “Yeah, I got lucky with this place. I love it, especially the balcony. You’ll see why in a second.” He led Billy through the open living space and onto the expansive balcony. It wasn’t just a typical apartment balcony—it was more like a private rooftop garden. The space was lush with greenery, soft grass beneath their feet, and cozy chairs. A light early-September breeze rustled the leaves of the small trees Callum had potted along the edges.

Billy took a deep breath, savoring the moment. “This is incredible,” he said softly, glancing around as the tension in his shoulders began to melt away. “How did you even pay for a place like this? I can barely afford my rent.”

“I told you I was lucky. I saved lots of money while studying abroad. I got some jobs there, and it made sense to buy a place for me and for—well, it’s still only me,” Callum said, chuckling and gesturing for Billy to sit down. “Make yourself comfortable. You look like you’ve been carrying the world on your shoulders.”

Billy chuckled, sitting in one of the plush chairs as Callum followed suit. “Yes, you could say that. Though, not exactly on my shoulders,” he said, his hands moving to his abdomen again.

Without missing a beat, Callum stood up again. “Uh, I see. You stay put. I’ll grab us something to drink so you can relax. Juice sounds good?”

“Juice is perfect,” Billy nodded, touched by how thoughtful Callum was. He hadn’t expected this kind of care from his old friend.

Callum disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of fresh orange juice moments later. As he handed one to Billy, Billy couldn’t help but notice how big Callum looked from his position. It was almost comical how Callum’s sheer size made everything seem miniature. He couldn’t help but remember when Callum was thin and shy; the man before him now was completely different. Better in every single way.

But in his moment of distraction, Billy’s grip faltered, and before he could react, the glass slipped from his hand. The orange juice splashed all over his hoodie and pants, soaking the fabric instantly. Billy gasped, his face flushing with embarrassment as he fumbled to try and contain the mess. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Callum, I—”

“Hey, hey, relax. It’s just juice. No big deal,” Callum interrupted, laughing. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ve got some clothes you can change into. They’ll be a bit big, but better than staying wet.”

Billy hesitated for a moment. The idea of wearing Callum’s clothes was funny, given the vast difference in their sizes. “Callum, you’re... huge. I’m going to be swimming in your stuff,” he joked, trying to lighten the moment.

Callum grinned, playfully flexing one of his massive biceps. “Yeah, I guess I am,” he teased, giving Billy a playful wink. “But trust me, it’ll be better than sitting around drenched.”

Despite his initial reluctance, Billy followed Callum into his bedroom. As soon as he stepped inside, he was struck by how big and inviting the space was. The bed was enormous, king-sized, with a thick, soft-looking comforter. One of the walls was covered with bookshelves, making Billy remember that Callum had always loved reading. Billy marveled at a large flat TV screen, and personal touches adorned the other walls, from framed photos of Callum’s travels to a guitar propped against a wall.

“This place is amazing,” Billy said quietly, taking it all in. “Though I don’t remember you playing the guitar.”

Callum chuckled, glancing back at the guitar on the wall with a modest smile. “I don’t. I just liked it and bought it. It looks cool,” he added, opening a double door to enter his walk-in closet.

As Callum searched for clothes, Billy couldn’t help but stare at how his friend moved. For someone so big, Callum was surprisingly graceful. His muscles shifted and effortlessly flexed as he went through his wardrobe, his broad back and shoulders filling the space. Billy couldn’t help but admire how much Callum had grown. Not only physically but in every way.

“Here,” Callum said, turning around, holding a pair of gym shorts and one of his favorite Pokémon-themed T-shirts with a Charizard at the front. He knew Billy loved Pokémon, so he picked that T-shirt for a reason. He handed them to Billy, and as Billy took them, he marveled at how big they felt in his hands. The 2XL T-shirt alone looked like it could be a dress on him, and the gym shorts looked made for someone much bigger in all aspects.

“These are... uh, big,” Billy said with a laugh, holding the clothes up for emphasis.

Callum chuckled, shrugging off his own T-shirt in one smooth motion, revealing his massive, sculpted chest. “Yeah, I know. But they’re comfy, and I know you like Charizard.” He kicked off his pants next and quickly put on a pair of snug gym shorts that clung to his thick thighs and round ass, accenting the outstanding bulge at the front. Billy couldn’t help but stare. Callum’s body was a work of art—thick, muscular, and perfectly proportioned. His chest was broad, his pecs so thick they cast shadows of their own over his stone-like chiseled abs.

Billy’s mouth went dry as he tried to respond, but all he could manage was a nod.

Callum, oblivious to Billy’s wide-eyed reaction, smiled warmly. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said, gesturing to his bare chest. “I’m more comfortable like this.”

“No… no, it’s fine,” Billy stammered, his face flushing. “You look… comfortable.”

“Good,” Callum replied, seemingly oblivious to how his body made Billy feel. “Now, go ahead and change,” he said, standing before Billy.

“Sure. Where’s the bathroom?” Billy asked, looking around, holding the oversized t-shirt and shorts.

“No need to go to the bathroom. We’ve been friends forever. You don’t need to be shy. We used to change together after gym class. I still remember how you bragged about the stuff you carry between your legs,” Callum said with a playful tone.

With a nervous laugh, Billy sighed. “Alright, alright. You talk like you were so shy about your big stuff down there. But don’t laugh if I look ridiculous. I’m a stick compared to you now, so please don’t laugh if your T-shirt looks like a circus tent on me.” Billy could feel Callum’s eyes on him as he pulled off his soaked hoodie and t-shirt. He quickly slipped into Callum’s massive T-shirt, which hung loosely off his frame, the hem falling below his hips to almost mid-thigh. “This is like a dress on me,” Billy joked, trying to laugh off his discomfort.

Callum grinned. “It looks good on you. Stunning. I’m serious,” he said, making Billy blush.

Next came the shorts. They were wide in the waist, but as Billy pulled them up, he felt them catch snugly around his ass, clinging to his hips and thighs much more than he expected.

Callum raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Wow, I didn’t expect those to fit like that. I guess I underestimate that butt of yours.”

Billy blushed even more, pulling at the waistband awkwardly. “Yeah, they’re a bit… tight.”

“Nah, you look fantastic,” Callum said, stepping forward. He reached out, adjusting the waistband at the back, his large hands brushing against Billy’s ass cheeks.

Billy froze, enjoying Callum’s touch around his butt. Callum stood close for a while, his hands on Billy’s hips and his body barely inches from Billy. The shorter guy could feel the warmth emanating from Callum’s muscles. The sight and the sensation made Billy’s breathing shorten. Callum reached for Billy’s butt again, gently adjusting the waistband again.

“There,” Callum said softly, his voice unusually tender. “Perfect fit.”

Billy’s heart raced as Callum stepped back, his gaze lingering on Billy for a moment longer than necessary. There was a strange tension in the air now—something new, something unspoken. Billy didn’t know what to make of it, but he couldn’t deny the unexpected attraction toward Callum. It was affection, expected in a long friendship like theirs. But it was also lust, desire. It was a growing need to feel safe in Callum’s arms.

With a grin, Callum broke the silence. “Alright, I’m going to whip us up some lunch. You sit tight, okay? We’ll hang out on the balcony and enjoy the rest of the day.”

Billy nodded, still flustered and unable to speak. As Callum left the room, Billy couldn’t help but stare after him, feeling overwhelmed and strangely comforted by his friend’s presence. Callum’s sweetness, effortless charm, and care had soothed Billy’s anxieties in a way he hadn’t expected.

As he looked down at himself, dressed in Callum’s oversized clothes, Billy realized that maybe, just maybe, with Callum’s help, things were going to be okay after all. He was pregnant with Antonio’s babies. It was enough to stress about. But things didn’t feel as bad with Callum close. Billy lifted the hem of the oversized T-shirt and observed his almost flat abdomen, imagining how it would round out in the coming months. He was on the verge of freaking out, but he heard Callum calling his name from the kitchen, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He chose to focus on enjoying this one day at a time.

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