Not Yet!

I was five days overdue, trying my best to get to the end of my shift without giving birth to my big boys in front of the customers. For the last few days, I had been dealing with contractions, and they were coming more often and way more painful than I could ever imagine.

Since the day I found out I was pregnant, I knew the birth would be difficult, but I never thought it could hurt this much. And yet, it wasn’t the real deal. I knew I was close to entering active labor, and I knew everything would hurt even more, which scared me. However, I was ready to finally give birth to my big boys because I was already too big.

I had gained over 90 pounds up to my due date. It wasn’t surprising since I was carrying big quadruplets. The hardest part was that for a 5’7” tall guy who used to weigh 110 pounds when wet, 90 extra pounds were a lot to carry around. Most of that weight was on my belly, which wasn’t only huge and heavy but had dropped the day after my due date, making things even more difficult and more painful than before. Just taking a few steps was a total nightmare because the immense weight of my belly rested heavily on my hips, making me feel like my hip bones would break. My back was also killing me, and the rest of my body was going crazy.

Apart from my huge belly, my ass and my hips had gotten fat, making my pants fit uncomfortably tight. My pecs were gigantic and so heavy that I feared my spine would break if they got bigger. Since I didn’t have much muscle mass on my chest to start with, if any, and my pecs were so full of milk, they were saggy, and people always joked about me having tits. The fact that I had gotten some sports bra to support them wasn’t helping, but I didn’t have more options. I had to choose between looking ridiculous or giving my back enough support to survive my shifts.

You read it right. The worst part of my condition was that I still had to go to work every day. I worked as a cashier at a grocery store, so I spent at least 8 hours a day on my feet while my back was killing me, and the babies left me breathless every time they moved. It was a total nightmare, but I needed the money. It wasn’t ideal for a guy as pregnant as me, but I had no choice. I was a 19-year-old, soon-to-be single father of four, so I needed as much money as possible before the babies arrived.

So, I was at work, five days overdue, and my contractions were getting close enough to each other for me to get worried. I had been able to hide my pain the whole morning, but the contractions were getting too painful, and I was in too much discomfort to keep pretending I was okay. Whenever a customer came to pay for the groceries, I had to smile even if I was in the middle of a terrible contraction. I was constantly looking at my watch to check on the hour, but time didn’t pass fast enough for a heavily pregnant guy who needed to go to a hospital.

My contractions were about 10 minutes apart when my shift was over. I had been able to hide the truth from all the customers and my boss, but some contractions had been so painful that I was gritting my teeth while I pretended to be smiling. Only one coworker noticed what was happening, and he told me I should go to the hospital. Sadly, I didn’t have my hospital bag with me, so I needed to go home before heading to the hospital. I was hopeful I still had time, but every passing second was a nightmare. My belly was lower than ever, and the babies were moving more than ever before, making me groan in discomfort pretty often.

I called a taxi, and while I waited for it, more contractions made me clutch my belly in pain. I was sweating like a pig, and even though I was trying to control my breathing like I had been practicing, the pain was too much, and it was just getting worse. I rubbed my belly constantly, at least the parts that I could reach as the babies kept moving, and I wondered if it was a better idea to go straight to the hospital because things were progressing too fast. I wasn’t sure if I could even make it home, not even thinking about going home and then going to the hospital, but I needed my bag, so I had no choice.

When the taxi arrived, my contractions were only 5 minutes apart. When I opened the door to get inside, a painful contraction made me scream really loud, drawing the attention of the people around me. The pressure on my lower abdomen was so intense that part of me was worried I was about to explode. I could barely breathe while I was clutching my belly. The taxi driver came out to help me stand straight while the contraction ended.

“Sir. Do you want me to call an ambulance? Are you in labor? You can’t get in my car if you’re in labor,” he said, trying to sound nice, but I knew he didn’t want my water breaking on the back seat of his car. Or worse, me giving birth in his taxi.

“No. It was just a kick. I’m blessed to have strong babies,” I lied, and the contraction finally started passing. “Big and strong babi- ugghh, just like their dad. I mean, not me. The other dad. But no, I’m not in labor. Not yet, at least.” I faked a smile, the taxi driver frowning, but helped me get in the taxi while I was panting.

My apartment was just a few blocks away, and considering the taxi driver didn’t want me in his car for long, he made it to my apartment building in record time. I pretended to be fine on my ride home, but as soon as the car stopped and I opened the door, I noticed I couldn’t get out of the car on my own. I tried, I really tried, but my belly was too heavy, and it was so low that every time I tried to get up, I just fell back on the seat like a massive clumsy ball full of babies. Not far from my reality.

The taxi driver had to help me get out, and even then, he struggled to pull my heavy body out of the car. I was panting heavily by the time I was standing on my feet, and my hips were in so much pain that I wanted to cry. Even my ass was starting to hurt, and I knew it meant my hole was stretching to let the babies out. I needed to go to the hospital ASAP. But first, I needed to get to my apartment, grab my bag, and then hope for a sweet taxi driver to take me to the hospital without problem. I thought I had enough time.

As soon as the taxi left, another contraction took over my whole massive belly, and I felt a rush of liquid running down my legs. My water had broken. It wasn’t as dramatic as I expected, but it felt like a river was coming out of my hole. A pool of fluids formed around my feet as the liquid kept coming out. It made me feel like a water balloon being drained, and it wasn’t far from reality. I couldn’t stop it, and some people stared at me in shock. I didn’t know if they understood what was happening because it looked like I had peed on my pants, but the big belly and the screams should’ve been an indication that it was something else.

One man came closer and tried to help me, but I smiled and assured him I was okay. Once the contraction was over, I started moving toward the building, and every step made me want to cry. I had to spread my legs a lot to waddle because the pain and the pressure were too much, and my belly was really, really low. I had to grab the walls for support because my center of balance was completely messed up. It wasn’t a long walk, but as I waited for the elevator, tears ran down my cheeks as another contraction made me scream in pain once again. I was so thankful I was alone because I was a total mess.

When the elevator came, I could barely take a step, so I had to make a huge effort to get in and press the button to the 7th floor. When the elevator started moving up, I felt a baby descending even lower in my birth canal. It made me groan, and my hand reached for my ass unconsciously. I felt the baby close to the opening, so I tried to breathe and calm down. However, when the elevator stopped, the baby moved even lower, making me groan once again.

I waddled into my apartment and tried to move as fast as possible, which was pretty slow, considering I had a baby already stuck between my hips. At least, that was how I felt. I got my hospital bag, and I struggled to change my pants because I didn’t want to go back outside, looking like I had peed on my pants. Even something as easy as taking my pants off was a total nightmare, and I had to stop several times to deal with painful contractions. I was already feeling the urge to push, but I was trying to keep the baby inside me instead.

“Uugh, please, please, give me a break. I’m not ready for you to come out. Not yet!” I cried out in the middle of a contraction when I was putting on clean pants.

When I finally managed to put on my pants, I started slowly waddling out of the apartment. My knees were weak. My hips were killing me. My back felt like it was about to give up. And on top of that, my babies were kicking up a storm inside my belly. I was crying in pain but managed to get to the elevator doors again. By that moment, the head of my baby was close to the crowning, so I was pretty sure I wasn’t making it to the hospital without giving birth to the first one. Even then, I had to try.

As soon as the elevator opened, I got in and pressed the button to the main floor. I was panting heavily, rubbing my abdomen in an unsuccessful attempt to ease the discomfort. I groaned loudly while the babies kicked in my belly, and the one already in my birth canal continued its way out without me doing anything. I wanted to squat down right there and push with all I had, but I didn’t want to put myself on such a shameful display. Instead, I leaned forward against the elevator’s wall, with my legs spread out, to let my belly hang freely and give my back a little break. That was a terrible idea because my shirt rolled up and left me with my massive belly on full display, my pants lowered a bit so half of my fat ass was visible, and I had given the baby more space to continue his way out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, please don’t come out. Not yet!” I shouted out, and as soon as those words escaped my mouth, the doors opened again. I immediately realized I wasn’t on the main floor. It had stopped on the 4th floor. Great.

I was groaning, sweating like a pig, huge belly hanging on full display, half of my fat ass clearly seen, and a head almost crowning out of my hole. In that awkward position, I saw him standing at the elevator’s door. The reason why my babies were so big. The one to blame for my gigantic belly. The man who had knocked me up. I blushed immediately, and he was clearly in shock. I couldn’t blame him because we hadn’t seen each other since the conception of the babies, and I weighed 110 pounds back then. So, looking at a very pregnant me in such a weird position was shocking.

I looked at him, my knees weaker because he looked stunning. He was about 6’5”, and when we had sex, he mentioned he weighed 230 pounds, and it was all muscle. Even then, he looked even bigger and so incredibly hot in his uniform. His meaty pecs were pushing his button-down shirt to the limit. His arms filled up the sleeves almost to the bursting point. The shirt was only baggy around his midsection. His legs were thick, and they emphasized his big bulge so nicely that I was almost drooling.

He worked as a commercial pilot, so he traveled a lot, hence why I hadn’t seen him in months. I had been thinking about him a lot because he was the reason why I knew from the very beginning that the birth would hurt a lot. I was having that big man’s kids; I couldn’t expect an easy birth. But at the same time, I gladly remembered how huge his dick felt inside me and how passionately he had fucked me the night when we conceived our babies. He was a total stud.

“Oh, hi, cutie. I, do you need any help?” He asked, taking off his dark glasses and finally entering the elevator. “It’s been a while, and... wait, are you in labor?” He sounded a bit confused, but it was clear he was turned on because his big dick was sneaking down the leg of his pants.

“No. Not yet. But soon I uugghh-” I lied, but when the elevator started moving, my legs finally gave up, making me fall to my knees. “Well, yeah, I’m kind of in labor. AHHH! Or a lot in labor. Uuuugh!” I groaned as I felt the baby finally crowning, and the big man kneeled right next to me.

“Wait, is this...? the baby is mine?” He asked, placing his hands on my belly and my ass, making me shiver. Fuck, he was so hot.

“Babies, four to be precise. But yeah. You did this to me,” I said between groans, and he started lowering my pants, making me pant in pleasure, even between the pain. “No, wait, I need to get to the hospital.”

“Cutie, the first baby is already crowning. You’re not getting out of here until it’s finally out. But let me take care of this. I was trained for these types of situations. Also, it’s kind of my fault, so…” He leaned forward and passionately kissed my lips, making me forget about the pain for a few seconds. “Now push!” He commanded me, and I pushed with all I had while he was behind me, waiting to catch our first baby. That was not what I expected for the birth, but having the big man there with me made it all better.

The End