Delayed - Revisited

Have always been a huge fan of @Kompera If you haven't yet, check their work out. Hopefully, we'll work on something together in the future!

Delayed is one of my favorite stories. I always wanted it to be a little more fleshed out, so here is my take on it. 

Delayed Revisited

Based on "Delayed" by Kompera

Revisited by Brimmingbelly04 

Part One

"You guys like it when I rub my big belly and make it all extra shiny, don't you?" Peter asked in his sexiest tone as he ran his hands up, down and all around his pregnancy, further coating it with oil. He didn't always talk during his livestreams, but found himself in the mood at the moment. "I can't believe how big me and the babies are getting… Mama's about to blow!" He moaned.

Peter was pregnant with triplets. Due with them, actually. This was his biggest batch of babies yet and his belly had grown accordingly. His subscribers were all over the moon, so he livestreamed as much as he could, sometimes talking, sometimes not, but always showing off his pregnancy. Sometimes, he stripped right down to the too small, girly underwear some of his fans sent him. They always loved that…

The content he created provided a steady source of good income, especially once he got really big, which hadn't taken long this time. Ever since, Peter had been milking his pregnancy for all it was worth.

Speaking of milk, like his belly, his breasts were also big and full, preparing to feed three more children as he still occasionally fed the twins he'd had almost two years ago. Because he'd gotten bigger than ever during this pregnancy, Peter's butt had also grown quite significantly in an effort to try and counterbalance some of the weight he carried in the front. His belly remained his most prominent and appreciated feature though: huge, ripe and now looking ready to drop and/or pop at any moment.

After some more sensual rubbing and a little toying with his pert, prominent nipples through his bra, the triplet-filled man ended his latest stream with a lusty, "Till next time," which he accompanied with a flirty wink and smile.

As soon as the camera was off, Peter leaned back in his chair and sighed. Out of habit, he continued to rub his belly as he evened out his breathing and glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen. He'd left himself just enough time to get ready for his final date night pregnant (this time around, anyway.) Peter already knew he was going to get pregnant again. Crazy as it sounds, he'd have to with soon-to-be eight mouths to feed. Having more (and more) babies paid the bills, and well at that.

Before heaving himself out of his chair, Peter wiped all the oil off his swell, soiling two towels in the process. Clutching the sides of his belly, he waddled out of his home office and went to his closet in his bedroom, where he looked for something to wear to dinner. The relatively short trip left him lightly panting and really wanting to lay down in bed. His to term triplet-pregnancy and all it entailed aside, Peter was quite slight, so all the extra weight he'd piled on had gotten to be a lot, even for him, a self-proclaimed pregnancy pro.

He didn't have much left that fit, but he did have a nice (and massive) button down and a pair of paternity trousers he could get at least one more wear out of. Both pieces were ridiculously large and had been loose (enough) when Peter purchased them a few weeks back but now, he filled them. He got dressed as quickly as his tired, bloated body allowed, then finished getting ready in the bathroom.

The restaurant he'd chosen was one of the fanciest in town because Peter had expensive taste. His boyfriend, Brad, picked him up and when they arrived, they were immediately shown to their table. Their waiter was very attentive and made extra certain the sexy, very pregnant man had any and everything he needed. Possibly a secret fan of Peter's, he treated him, Brad and the babies to free hors d'oeuvres, most of which Peter ate.

All throughout dinner, Brad hardly took his eyes or hands off his boyfriend's fecund frame, constantly rubbing what he could reach of his belly, or his nearest shoulder. Thirty years old, Brad was two years older than Peter. He was. Very attentive and loving, but could also be bashful and goody (both sometimes annoyingly so.) What mattered most was that he adored Peter so as far as partners went, Brad was nearly perfect.

He did his best to tend and cater to his now extremely expectant beau, even if he couldn't exactly afford to… As such, after a rich, creamy and deliciously decadent dessert, Peter handed the waiter his credit card, but he didn't mind. He liked nice (and tasty) things and was willing to pay for them if needed. That was one of the reasons he did what he did for a living. With birth imminent, his streaming income would be cut off till when he started to grow again, but it was still nice to splurge. Peter loved being pampered (and well-fed) even if he had to pay for the luxury himself. In his mind, he certainly deserved it.

As he drove his boyfriend home, Brad reached over and took his hand. The stuffed to the gills pregnant man could tell Brad was feeling sentimental so he smiled back because he was too. Peter and Brad's life together was really about to start and he couldn't have been happier or more excited.

As they pulled into the driveway, the sight on his porch quickly pulled him from his happy thoughts of his future. Standing there was his ex-husband, Richard, looking quite worn and haggard as he clutched a toddler to either of his trim flanks.

"You're late," he grumbled as Brad helped Peter waddle over.

"Hello to you too, Richard…" Peter responded with a roll of his eyes.

As soon as he was close enough, Richard practically dumped the twins into Brad's arms before turning back to face his ex. "The others are still in the car. Can you open the door so Brad and I aren't left juggling everyone out here?" He requested.

His once again heavily pregnant ex-husband breathlessly obliged. Slowly, Peter and Brad proceeded into the living room with the twins (and of course, the triplets,) while Richard made two more trips to the car to bring the other three children he and Peter shared, inside. The ones that weren't wailing were babbling incessantly, causing Peter to quickly develop a bad headache.

He and Richard had decided on shared custody for now, with the arrangement to change once the oldest started school. Brad tried his best to console the crying twins, but his efforts proved pointless. They were in a mood.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" Someone shouted as they tugged at Peter's pant leg.

He couldn't see for sure who it was because of his belly, but it sounded like Sandy, his oldest, who was about to turn six. Now sweating on top og being stuffed, Peter's shirt felt like it was pasted onto him. He wanted desperately to sit down, but wasn't willing to show any fatigue or discomfort in front of Richard, knowing his ex would relish in it.

He turned, belly first, intending to curtly dismiss Richard, which he now found to be the best part of their interactions. Most of them, anyway… There'd been a few "exceptions" here and there, but not this time. Speaking of this time, Peter held back for a moment when he realized Richard was appraising him. His ex's gaze traveled slowly down his bloated body then back up it. Peter felt himself start to blush and he knew exactly why…

Richard continued to silently stared for a few more seconds before finally averting his gaze as he cleared his throat. "Let me know if we need to make any adjustments to the schedule. I can…"

"Thanks, but no need to change anything," Peter cut him off. "I have Brad," he said as he reached out and grabbed his boyfriend's closest arm, not only to emphasize his point, but more so for the physical support he needed.

Brad gave the former husbands a sheepish smile. He knew the situation between Peter and Richard remained somewhat precarious, so he did his best not to get directly involved.

"Right…" Richard nodded, eyeing the couple with evident doubt before turning to leave.

As soon as he was out the door, Peter sagged, trying but failing to not think about how incredibly heavy and tired he felt. Profitable as this pregnancy had been, it was going to be a huge relief once the triplets were born, physically, anyway… He'd never been more tightly stuffed, his back had never been more sore or strained, and his nipples had never stung and ached as much as they now did.

"I need to sit," he said as he started tottering towards the couch.

"Of course, babe," Brad said as he hurriedly lowered the twins to the floor then came over to help.

Once he was seated, Peter watched Brad scurry about, tending as best he could to he and Richard's children. When he saw Brad in situations like this, as much as he appreciated him, Peter truly wondered why he was willing to do all he did, even after finding out he'd be adding three more to Peter's already sizable brood.

Peter also wondered if he'd finally bitten off more than he could chew? Eight children all under the age of six, an ex-husband and a boyfriend, was going to be a lot to handle. Not only that, in his new relationship, Peter was the breadwinner… Since they shared custody, Richard didn't pay him any child support and as nice as he was, Brad didn't make enough for them to live off alone, meaning unless he found a lucrative job with his lack of experience and pointless his Liberal Arts degree (yeah, right!) Peter was going to have to get pregnant again to keep the train running.

Having children literally made him money, but they were expensive, making the thought of having more all the more daunting. This wasn't the first time Peter had felt this way and it wouldn't be the last. At least now he knew how to deal with it: check his bank account. Whenever he did and saw how much his streams made him, he felt better. Good enough to convince himself he was crazy not to continue with his unusual money-making ways.

*****

Since the end was nearing, Peter made sure to do as many livestreams as he could. He'd tried just making and posting videos, but they didn't bring in nearly as much. He could charge each time he went live (which he did.) Recently, he'd been bringing in over five grand every time he went online. The world was just full of perverts, many of whom were willing to pay handsomely to see his over-packed body continue to expand.

Right before he went on late that evening, Peter found he had to scoot his laptop back on the desk in order to get himself entirely in frame. He hadn't had the energy to put on anything "provocative," but he was so big by then, he knew people would still tune in. Shortly after he started streaming, once the room had a good crowd, he started to perform an impromptu, seated striptease in an effort to spice things up. Since it was late and the kids were all asleep (thankfully!) Peter slowly began to undo giant, silk pajama top button by button.

"Peter? What're you doing?"

Peter startled, letting out a quiet gasp as the door to his office pushed inward and Brad entered. He quickly pulled and held his top shut with one hand while with a grunt, he reached the other far out in front of him to minimize the video of himself on his monitor. Rather than end the feed, he kept it going, thinking he'd quickly be able to get rid of Brad.

"Just checking my… my email!" He replied with a smile. "I swear these three are nocturnal!" He rolled his eyes. "They won't let me sleep!"

Brad chuckled as he approached. "You're the only person I know who still uses an actual computer to check their email."

"Habit… Most of the time, one of the kids has my phone."

"Not now though," he said as he moved behind Peter and started to rub his tight and tense shoulders. "You could, no should be in bed, trying to rest."

"Obviously, you've never been pregnant!" Peter chuckled. "When the baby or babies are this big and they're up, so are you! He shrugged against Brad's hands, hard enough to make his braless breasts heave.

"I don't like seeing you so tired and uncomfortable…"

"I know you don't. I don't like it either, but it'll be over soon. Well, the pregnancy, anyway…" he sighed. "Then comes the real exhaustion!" He chuckled and shook his head. "Hope you're ready for that!"

"Honestly, I can't wait!" Brad said as he leaned down and kissed him on the left temple, before moving and planting another on the corner of his mouth.

"Mmm…" Peter sighed as he closed his eyes. "I'm glad you stayed over. Don't worry, I'll come to bed soon," he promised.

"I'm almost finished packing up my apartment,"  his undeterred boyfriend said as he straightened up and started massaging his shoulders again. "Soon as the babies come, if not before, you're gonna be stuck with me and them, full-time!"

"I'm already stuck with them!" Peter grunted before giving his boyfriend a nod he correctly took to mean he could kiss him wherever he could get to. "But you don't have to worry about being here full-time yet," he said. "Not that I'm complaining, but, oooh!" He moaned.

"I should… hope not! You know I… worry about you being here alone… with the kids… in your condition… so I don't mind… staying when I… can for now," Brad haltingly replied between kisses.

"I know you, mmm… worry, but you really don't need to…" Peter gently shook his head. "Remember, this isn't my first time at the pregnancy rodeo…"

"Oh, I know!" Brad chuckled as he stopped kissing and pulled up the new desk chair Peter had ordered that had been delivered earlier that day. A bigger, wider, reinforced one. "Remember, I got the other five down tonight, all by myself, thank you very much!"

"You did a good job, and I appreciate it," Peter said as he settled against his boyfriend as best he could, his mass making doing so more than a little bit difficult and awkward.

He knew the livestream was still going, but Brad didn't. Not wanting to lose any viewers before he was able to lose his boyfriend, Peter gave a tender sigh as he snuggled a little closer, slightly faking so Brad would hopefully really go to town on him with more kisses. Rather predictable, his boyfriend did just as he expected, focusing his attention on the side of his neck Peter had just exposed to him.

The triplet-filled man had purposely craned his neck so he would be able to see his monitor while his boyfriend wouldn't. Peter reached far out in front of him for his mouse and quickly popped the livestream window back up so he could see what his viewers were seeing. Barely able to reach it, he moved his camera so it fully captured both he and Brad, and his belly, of course, before once again minimizing but not closing the window.

All those simple tasks were now anything but… Peter was panting by the time he leaned back against Brad, who fortunately, took his now loud and heavy breathing as a sign he was doing a good job.

Not that doing so was even possible, but the triplet-filled mad had almost settled in when all of a sudden, in an unexpected show of strength, Brad pulled him onto his lap. Peter released a loud squeal of surprise as the bulging right side of his pregnancy pressed hard against his boyfriend's flat and toned middle.

"Ooof!" He grunted as Brad made some final adjustments to his positioning.

"You OK..?"

"Um…"

"They're moving, babe!" Brad needlessly informed as he felt the babies thrash against him within his boyfriend's womb thanks to all the sudden commotion.

Peter looked down and moaned, watching as his belly became visibly alive with motion. Brad moaned too. He couldn't have stopped himself had he wanted to, which he didn't, because he wanted his boyfriend to know what he was doing to him…

"I still can't believe how fertile you are!" He said as he shook his head. "And I still can't believe what you do to me either!" He continued as with his free hand, he began to expertly unbutton the rest of Peter's silk top before spreading it wide and leaning down and in to nip at and kiss his bloated, warm and tender tits.

"Ohmygod, Brad… Yesss!!!" Peter moaned, no longer faking his pleasure in the slightest, even though he was still thinking about his ongoing livestream.

While he'd ended up showing a lot on some previous ones, he'd never gotten fully nude for his fans, let alone even thought about having sex in front of them?! As such, Peter pondered what to do next: stop or keep going? He was about to do the former and tell Brad he was ready to go to his/their room, but then he caught a glimpse of the viewer count at the bottom of his monitor and saw it was rapidly climbing, so he decided to go for it…

"Oh, Brad…" he moaned again. "I need you. Now!" He suddenly demanded.

The process was tedious and awkward to say the least, but in an impressive amount of time, Brad got his huge and heavy boyfriend off of him and up onto his swollen feet. Not long after that, he got both of them the rest of the way undressed and they were suddenly going at it hot, hard and heavy, on camera, for all of Peter's very surprised (and excited) viewers to see…

*****

The bigger Peter and his triplets continued to get, the more money they continued to rake in. Unsurprisingly, his viewers wanted to see the four of them keep getting bigger and bigger, and they lucked out… Truly though, because a male triplet pregnancy making it to term was practically unheard of, unless said triplet-carrying male was a slightly conniving, "pregnancy professional" like Peter…

During this pregnancy, he started having Braxton-Hicks around month seven. This was nothing new aside from them coming much sooner than they had during his previous carryings. Given how Peter made his living, currently expecting triplets, he also expected his belly to grow especially large so he could charge more, which it had and he did, but he needed to keep it that way…

When his first "practice" contraction hit over a month earlier than his previous first had, Peter freaked out. He'd never given birth early before, but he'd also never carried triplets, so he was worried. Worried enough to do something he'd never considered, let alone had to before…

Fortunately, all it took for him to procure a contraction-inhibiting drug was a relatively small bribe paid to a tech at his local pharmacy. As soon as he had the pills he'd researched online, Peter had been taking them each and every day and fortunately, they'd worked. Much to his relief, there was no doubting the pills' efficacy… Following his first dose, not only did his contractions immediately cease, Peter was able to make it to term with no sign of labor.

But of course, all good things must eventually come to an end…

In taking the drug, Peter had pushed himself to his limit, or so he thought at the time. At forty weeks, his entire body felt tense, heavy and exhausted, and the triplets were already beyond ready to be born… Big (to say the least) and healthy as he'd grown them, despite their size and increasing lack of room, the babies continued to grow and squirm, almost relentlessly within him.

After having previously worried he wouldn't end up as big as he "hoped," Peter found himself bigger than he'd ever imagined getting. At term, his pregnancy was the biggest he'd ever seen aside from in a documentary about some truly crazy person, pregnant with some crazy amount of babies, like quints or sextuplets.

Brad was at work stocking shelves and Richard had the other kids, so Peter and the triplets had the house to themselves that morning. After using the bathroom, he went and stood in front of the mirror, where he pulled his shirt up under his full yet still impressively perky breasts, exposing his now overly protruding midsection.

Incredibly, following five pregnancies in rapid succession, each of which had gotten Peter bigger than before, the skin covering his belly remained clear and smooth: not a stretch mark or blemish in sight. The serial preggo credited all the creams, lotions and oils he frequently coated himself with, mostly on camera, but he couldn't take all the credit… Richard, and now Brad, were both also always happy to help with belly "massages" whenever either of them got the chance.

Speaking of Brad, he really was a good boyfriend. Almost perfect. No, he didn't check all the boxes, but sometimes, trade offs are necessary. Peter was sure Brad was going to be a good dad, but he wasn't so sure he was actually the triplets' other father, but anyway…

What mattered more at the moment was that he'd finally decided to stop taking the contraction-inhibiting drug. According to research he'd belatedly done, it was going to take two weeks for the drug to leave Peter's system. He wished he'd known this sooner, especially considering what he'd promised his viewers: that he was going to give birth naturally to the triplets while streaming.

Obviously, Peter was no stranger to giving birth, but he'd never done so outside the hospital and certainly never three times in a row to oversized babies. Needless to say, he was a little anxious about the big show he'd promised everyone…

So many people had signed up for it, the company hosting Peter's site contacted him with concerns they had about the livestream crashing their entire platform. In exchange for some extra fees, they agreed to upgrade the platform, ensuring it and Peter's stream would remain stable when the time came. Peter wasn't happy about having to pay more but ultimately, the amount he did was a drop in the bucket compared to how much he was going to make, if everything went smoothly…

As he sat there on the couch running his hands all over his tightly packed middle, Peter wondered again if he'd gone too far? He really should've timed things better and done more research on the drug before he'd started taking it… He knew his fans were thrilled with his ever-increasing size, but that and going overdue increased the risk of there being complications. Going overdue with triplets just compounded everything.

Peter didn't interact much with them, but from what he knew of them, his fans were a diverse group with one thing in common: their love of watching him grow more and more pregnant. Some of them had started placing bets on when he'd give birth, not knowing Peter had already picked a date. The fans bickered back and forth about the matter on the message board, discussed the size of his belly after every stream, and whether it had looked particularly low or distended that day.

They talked more and more about his tits too… They conducted lecherous yet almost clinically thorough observations of Peter's body, often making him (even more) uncomfortable at just how invested they were in his pregnancy. That's what they cared about and were fans of, not him.

The two weeks passed very slowly. By then, Peter had literally grown accustomed to the shocked and surprised looks he got whenever he left the house. Recently, people began giving him looks of concern as well, all while tripping over their feet to aid him in any way they could. Male pregnancy was still pretty rare, but had come to be more widespread and accepted over the last decade, not that that put Peter anywhere close to being normal…

He was truly getting massive. Again and again, he regretted his bad timing, but there was nothing he could do about it now other than hope and pray things went smoothly and his decision to give birth at home while he was live online, paid off.

Now, whenever Richard came to pick up or drop off the kids, he gave his ex-husband quiet looks as he shook his head in disbelief. Richard's attitude and personality were both no-nonsense, so Peter could practically hear the judgments his eyes cast at him. "You have issues!" They said. Honestly, Peter did. Eventually, the time came when his ex couldn't hold his tongue anymore…

"I know you have a thing for being pregnant, and I know why, but you're really taking this to another level, Peter…" Richard tuttered, shaking his head as he stared at his ridiculously bloated ex-husband.

"Oh, fuck off!" Peter promptly snapped back.

He felt especially swollen at the moment, and being all hot and sweaty (for no particular reason other than just standing there so stuffed) didn't help his lack of patience. The stress of dealing with the five children he'd already birthed was steadily pushing Peter to his limits, mentally and physically.

Poor Brad, who'd just come from work where he'd stocked shelves all day, looked back and forth between the former couple, not knowing what to do or say? Smartly, he chose nothing.

"So what did the doctor say, babe?" He asked Peter once Richard had left. "Are you, you know… close?" He questioned as he came and joined his boyfriend on the couch. "Your due date was almost two weeks ago! It can't be good to…"

"Everything's fine, Brad!" Peter cut him off as he leaned harder back against the couch, huffing and puffing as his massive belly heaved in his lap, the triplets lurching. "He said that sometimes these things… just take take, and I… agree with him," he nodded as he took his right hand from his belly and moved it to wipe his brow. "I've done this… before, remember?"

"You never let me forget," Brad replied with a shake of his head.

He looked dubious, nervous and worried, and rightfully so. The truth was, there hadn't been a doctor's appointment that day. There hadn't been one in months… Any medical professional would've insisted on an immediate hospital birth had Peter gone to see them. As "good," safe and "easy" as that would've been, now that he'd come up with (and partially paid for) the idea, he had every intention of giving birth (three times) at home, on camera, while Brad wasn't around to freak out.

"But I know you know what you're doing," Brad continued, seemingly more to reassure himself than his boyfriend. "I'm not doubting you, I just…"

"I know, babe," Peter replied, forcing himself to smile. "These are your first kids," he nodded, hoping that was the truth. "Everything about that can be pretty overwhelming, but you'll adjust."

"Don't worry about me," Brad shook his head before leaning in to kiss Peter on the lips. "You're the one doing all the work!"

If he only knew…

"Don't you forget it!" Peter winked.