Call Marcus Ch. 2

Happy holidays, everyone! Been a minute, but back to this gem... I'm including a slight re-do of the first chapter. Nothing too major changed, just cleaned it up. Let me know what you think! 

Call Marcus

By

Brimmingbelly04

CHAPTER ONE

"Call, mmm… Marcus," Cody instructed his phone through his mouthful of gooey deliciousness.

"Calling Marcus," it replied a few moments later after having deciphered his somewhat garbled command.

Cody grumbled to himself as he chewed and the phone rang. Calling Marcus was what'd gotten him where and how he was! Well not exactly… Not entirely at least, but it'd undeniably contributed!

"Good morning," Marcus greeted after a couple more rings, his voice as deep and smooth as ever which for some reason, made the nipples of the man on the other end of the line tingle. "Call to tell me you're enjoying your breakfast?"

"I won't lie and say… I'm not enjoying it, but… since when has a… giant cookie and brownie tray been… considered breakfast?" Cody asked, still chewing, not having been able to resist taking another bite of the brownie he was holding in his other hand.

"We both know it isn't, but today's a special day."

"Yeah, for you!"

"You're not looking forward to seeing me?" Marcus asked.

"I never said that," Cody said as he lumbered over to the fridge to get some milk.

"It's been over a month since we…"

He groaned before taking a sip directly from the jug. "I know how long it's been!" He replied once he'd swallowed.

"So you are looking forward to seeing me..?"

"Yes and no."

"How's that?"

Cody sighed as he debated whether to return the milk to the fridge or bring it over to the table, quickly deciding on the latter. "I know you'll love hearing this, but I'll still say it anyway… Yes, I'm looking forward to seeing and spending time with you…"

"Aww…" Marcus playfully cooed.

"But not what'll come after!"

"I get it."

"I'm not so sure you do, but anyway…"

"Anyway…" he echoed with a chuckle. "What time should I send Winston over?"

Cody chuckled back. "I still can't believe you have a driver, and his name is Winston… I feel like I'm in Downton Abbey!"

"You ever see a man who looked like Winston or I on Downton Abbey..?"

"You have watched it! Liar!"

"I might've watched an episode or two after you wouldn't stop talking about it!" Marcus begrudgingly admitted. "Winston isn't my driver, he's my assistant… He only ever drives for me when I need a ride to the airport, or…"

"You need one of your secret, pregnant playthings picked up and brought to you."

"Something like that."

"How lovely," Cody grunted. "Makes me feel super special… Anyway, he can come whenever."

"How long's it gonna take you to finish the tray?" Marcus asked.

"Finish it?!" Cody scoffed as he eyed the massive dessert tray he'd been sent from his all-time favorite bakery. The part of the table not covered by the tray was covered by his now massive belly as it just barely hovered heavily over it, next to the mountain of desserts and the gallon of milk. "You're even more crazy than I already think you are if you think I'm gonna come anywhere close to finishing the whole tray!"

"I'm sure you can do it," Marcus replied, completely nonplussed.

"Sad to say, but I'm sure I could too if I really tried, which I'm not going to!"

"Why not?"

"Because why would I?!"

"Because I want you to."

"Jesus!" Cody grunted again. "What're you trying to do, make these babies explode right outta me?!"

Marcus laughed."Not without seeing them still in you first! I'm just trying to get 'em close. Real close…"

"Well thanks to all the other various trays you've been sending me just about every day for the last month, mission already accomplished!" The pregnant man announced as without thinking or meaning to, he took another big bite of brownie he instantly regretted, subsequently causing him to groan again through his most recent mouthful.

"What's wrong? Contraction..?" Marcus asked, sounding ever so slightly concerned.

"No, but don't I… wish! What's wrong is… you know I can't… resist anything from Cenan's and you're… taking advantage of me!"

"And here I was thinking you liked it when I took advantage of you…" he chuckled.

"Whatever."

"Winston will be there in an hour."

"An hour?!" Cody balked.

"You'll be able to finish the tray by then, right?"

"You are crazy!"

Marcus ignored the comment. "Just do your best. For me."

"Tray or not, which just so you know, I won't be finishing it… I need more than an…" Cody paused to take another bite he really didn't need or mean to. "An hour! I still need to… get ready!"

"You can get ready at the house."

That was new. Marcus never offered this before… "At your house?" Cody asked.

"That'd be the one."

"But I never have before. I've always…"

"You've always only spent the night, if that. Not the weekend."

"Right…" Cody realized. "But I still need to pack my…"

"Your what? Your hospital bag's been packed and sitting by the door for weeks now," Marcus said.

"Well, yeah, but…"

"And we just agreed you'd be getting ready at my place, so…"

"Did we, though?" Cody questioned.

"Did we not?"

He groaned. "Yes, my hospital bag's packed and ready to go, but I haven't packed anything for before I need it!"

"You don't have to, do you?"

"Um, yes I do! Otherwise I'd have to go…"

"Naked all weekend," Marcus finished for him. "That sounds perfect."

"Are you being for real?" Cody asked in genuine surprise.

"Yes, sir."

"But you always have me wear something you at least think looks sexy on me," he pointed out.

"I was still planning on that, if and when clothing's required, or I just wanna see you in something."

"Well you're not gonna see me in anything if I don't have time to try and find something that still sort of fits!" The pregnant man countered.

"I'll see you in something if and when I want."

"And how's that..?"

"I picked a few things out for you," Marcus replied. "That's how."

"Oh you did, did you?" Cody asked as he smirked against his phone.

"I did," Marcus confirmed before adding, "And yes, you'll have choices."

"Choices of your choosing!"

"Which makes it a good thing I have excellent taste," he continued. "You'll also have time to get ready and dressed for me before I get home, so don't worry about that either."

"If you say so, I guess I won't," Cody replied, smirking a little harder. He'd always enjoyed being catered to and despite (and because of) everything, the present was no exception. "But tell Winston to make it an hour and a half, 'cause I still need to pump."

"What?! No! Don't!"

"Don't pump..?"

"Yes! No, I mean… You get it!"

"But I need to, Marcus…"

"No you don't," he said firmly. "You can wait."

"Ugh, fine!" The pregnant man sighed, wincing but smiling as his nipples tingled again. Somehow, it'd gotten way too easy for him to quickly cave to whatever Marcus asked of him.

"So now you only have… fifty-eight minutes till Winston gets there, which means we both need to go. I need to finish up what I'm doing and then take care of a couple more things, and you need to do your best to finish that giant dessert tray."

"Ah ha!" Cody exclaimed. "So you admit it's big?!"

"Is that what I said?"

"In so many… Nevermind! It's not gonna happen!" He emphasized, even as he reached for his third brownie.

"Just promise me you'll try your best."

"No. No promises."

"How 'bout promising me you won't disappoint me?" Marcus slightly amended.

Cody huffed. "I haven't yet, have I?"

"No, you haven't, which would make it a real shame if you started now."

This time, Cody scoffed. "How can you think so little of me when I've gotten so big for you?!"

"I haven't seen you in a month, so I'll have to be the judge of that when I do."

"Ugh! You're ridiculous, you know that?!"

"I know that's how you sometimes think and feel, and I also know you love it," Marcus replied, smooth as ever.

"No comment."

"Fine by me. I'll see and judge you for myself in…"

"Wait! Marcus!"

"Yes..?"

"I need you to ask Winston to come up when he gets here," Cody requested. "So he can bring my bag down for me.. Is that OK?"

"Of course. No problem."

"And Marcus..?"

"Yes..?" The named man repeated.

"I think you should probably… warn Winston. Give him a heads-up," Cody suggested.

"About..?"

"Me. He's never seen me like this."

"Nor have I," Marcus chuckled. "But I'm very much looking forward to it."

"Come on, Marcus!" Cody groaned. "I'm being serious! Winston's older and I'm really big now, so I don't want him having a heart attack when he sees me!"

"Winston's only fifty-two, and he just saw you a month ago."

"Fifty-two's old enough to have a heart attack, and I'm big enough he just might have one if you don't give him a heads-up! So please, do!"

"You're that big now, huh..?"

"I mean, I don't wanna spoil the surprise, but…"

"Well then stop right there. I'll give Winston a heads-up," Marcus promised. "Anything else?"

"I think that does it for now," Cody replied.

"Then I'll see you when I see you."

The pregnant man groaned again. "Seriously?!"

"What?"

"That's how you end the call?! Please, don't sound sooo excited!"

"Cody…" Marcus huffed. "In the time we've known each other, have you ever heard me get excited?"

"No, I haven't! At least not when we're not doing it!" Cody huffed right back.

"Right, but that doesn't mean I'm not… I'm always excited to see you."

"Are you..?"

"I am. I thought you knew that?" Marcus replied before abruptly ending the call.

"Hmmmph!" Cody grunted in surprise as he let the phone drop to what little free space remained on his kitchen table, his now free hand immediately going to that side of his bulging belly as his other popped half of another cookie into his mouth.

Ever since first meeting Marcus, he'd had a hard time figuring the guy out… He was a big (literally,) successful business exec, with seemingly everything going for him, whereas Cody was, well Cody… Handsome and sexy (even apparently when pregnant) yes, but successful and with a lot going for him too? Not so much…

Cody was a middle school substitute teacher, or had been, before getting too damn pregnant (kind of on purpose) to work anymore. He was well aware that the only reason Marcus "liked" him was because he was pregnant and had been willing to make himself even more so for him.

Was that weird? Kind of… was it bad? It wasn't terrible, but it certainly wasn't great either… Whatever the case, it was sure as shit too late to take any of it back now!

The more Cody thought about it, the more icky he felt, which he didn't like as he already had enough other feelings to deal with… He felt ridiculous, like he was about to pop, and like he couldn't fucking stop eating brownies and/or cookies! He also felt very nervous about the impending arrival of his babies in some two and a half days' time (unless they decided to come earlier on their own,) but also excited about the time he and Marcus would share until then (so long as the babies didn't have any other ideas…)

Rather than a few hours or the night (if and when the sexy, other man had the time for him,) they were going to spend the entire weekend together, even going so far as to start it off on Friday night. Cody could only imagine all the fun they were going to have given all that time, especially after having not seen or satisfied each other for an entire month!

Their extended time apart had been Marcus' doing. Business hadn't kept them from seeing each other, his strange desire had… It'd sounded crazy to Cody when Marcus explained to him the last time they'd been together, that he didn't want to see him again till right before he popped. When he understandably balked at the idea of going without dick for a month after having gotten so used to getting it on an at least semi-regular basis, Marcus promised the pregnant man it'd be worth it.

So long as Cody used the time apart to make his already big belly as much bigger as he possibly could… So yeah, there was a bit of a catch, but that wasn't anything new when it came to Marcus.

Not all that deep down (not to mention, for a myriad of reasons,) Cody knew he should've said no, but he didn't. He couldn't. Left pregnant with twins from a one-night stand, even before meeting Marcus when he was about four months along, the fathers-to-be had already started getting bigger than he hoped he would.

Cody wasn't feeling so sexy or confident by the time the (also) sexy, super successful, somewhat older stud really turned on the charm and rather easily convinced him to get his belly and the babies inside it (which he wouldn't be keeping) a little bigger. Cody did as best he could not to cave but before he knew it, every time he and Marcus were together, even if it was only for a couple hours, part of that time involved him eating way more food than he knew he should've, but he never stopped himself.

He did and didn't hate it… As much as Cody felt and looked as though he was becoming a whale, it was hard for him to hate it when someone so hot and sexy was egging him on. Marcus had a thing for pregnant guys, which he was as blatant about as he could be while simultaneously keeping his odd fetish mostly private. Cody wasn't a fan of that either, but the bigger he got, the more he found himself appreciating Marcus' kink, even as he literally fed himself more and more into it.

As such, by the time the kinky exec made his unusual and unexpected request, Cody literally couldn't afford to say no. Being a lowly, county substitute, paid paternity leave wasn't something offered to him, let alone early leave when simply sitting behind a desk going hardly more than the bare minimum of making sure "his" students didn't kill or hurt themselves or each other, got to be too much for him to handle.

This happened around the time he reached six and a half months, when he had a fair bit of pregnancy still ahead of him. "Fortunately," Marcus was (and already had been, actually) ready and all too eager to step in with (more) financial and moral support. Quite understandably, the pregnant man felt trapped, which he didn't like, but didn't necessarily hate either… As such, between all the food trays Marcus had sent him during their month apart, and now with enough money to order in every and anything else he wanted as well, Cody and his twins had seriously packed on the pounds as he not only counted down the days till he gave birth, but till he saw his sexy enabler as well.

In all his twenty-nine years, Cody had seen very few people, male or female, with bellies as big as his was now. In a demented, perverted and otherwise admittedly all sorts of wrong kind of way, this made him proud, but also anxious and hopeful that Marcus would be as well. According to his doctor, whom Cody had kept in the dark and was therefore both bewildered and more than a bit concerned as to why he and they were getting so big, the twins (identical boys) were each expected to weigh in at over thirteen  pounds by the time they were born, which had been scheduled a week and half before they were due as the doctor was concerned that should they get any bigger than that, Cody wouldn't be able to naturally birth them safely.

Whether it ended up being safe or not (though of course, hopefully it would be,) it went without saying that the pregnant man wasn't at all looking forward to giving birth. On a rather surprising note, while Cody wasn't looking forward to the whole ordeal, he really wasn't looking forward to the "aftermath," and not just the "ruined" body he was going to be left with… Whenever he thought about it, Cody got sad knowing that once he was no longer pregnant (which had been his goal immediately after first finding out he was and then finding out it was with twins he'd have to carry to term,) he and Marcus would be over.

As much as it sucked to admit, he knew that Marcus was only "with him" because he was pregnant. As such, even though it made absolutely no sense, Cody "reasoned" with himself that he might be able to convince the other man, whom he really liked, otherwise if he did as he said and really went full-throttle during their month apart. The (even) bigger he got (which he very quickly did,) the harder even the formerly simplest of tasks became, clearly indicating he was taking things too far, but what'd come to matter more to Cody was impressing Marcus and making him happy.

In reality, he wanted more than that. Part of him knew it was all the hormones raging through him and the intense urge to nest (even if he wasn't going to be keeping the twins) doing all that kind of talking…. At least that's what Cody kept telling himself so he wouldn't end up sad and hating himself once all was said and done.

On the subject of done, when he was halfway done with his latest bite of cookie, the pregnant man took another big sip from his trusty gallon of whole milk as he waddled back over to the fridge to put it away, even though he knew it was going to spoil before he returned home following giving birth. The remaining brownies and cookies wouldn't go bad though if he covered them…

They'd be stale, but not bad. Still edible, if he was hungry enough, which he presumably, unfortunately would be, even if no longer pregnant… As such, Cody tottered back over to the kitchen table and after turning to the side, placed the lid back on the tray he'd half finished without intending to.

Even if he was going to spend the majority of the weekend naked or wearing whatever Marcus had selected for him, Cody reasoned he should still pack a few reasonable options, just in case… On top of that, he still needed to get dressed as he was presently only wearing a very tight and tiny pair of briefs that Marcus would surely appreciate, but Winston wouldn't. Cody also still had to figure out and pack water he was going to wear to the hospital come Monday (if not sooner,) so he left the kitchen and what remained of his "breakfast" and headed back to his room.

His walk (now waddle-in) closet was located at the far end of his bathroom. As he waddled through it, even though there was nothing wrong with it, he eyed his combination shower/tub, glad he was going to be able to use Marcus' facilities as not only were they much, much nicer, but his stand-alone shower was therefore waddle-in and bigger.

Speaking of waddling in, Cody waddled into his closet and set to work hopefully finding what he was looking for. He grabbed three of his biggest shirts, a couple of his biggest bras, two pairs of underwear and shorts, and a small weekend bag off the shelf. He now took up too much room in the closet to pack his bag in there, so he headed back out to his bedroom and set to loading most of what he'd grabbed into it using his bed as his base. Cody left a shirt and a pair of shorts out to wear over to Marcus', forgoing a bra and sticking to the briefs he already had on since they'd all be coming off soon enough.

After putting the shirt and shorts he'd kept out on, the doubly pregnant man slowly returned to the bathroom to pack his dopp kit but before he did, he took a few moments to assess himself in the mirror… Big as his shirt was, it hugged each and every one of his many curves and bulges, and was very close to showing off the underside of his belly, which incredibly, despite its massive and massively heavily load, had yet to drop. Cody (almost) hated to admit it, but he knew that come Monday, that would definitely be the case as without a doubt, food (and plenty of it,) was going to play a big part in he and Marcus' long weekend reunion.

Thinking again of their time together and all the fun they'd surely have, Cody smiled again till he finished making his slow and wide turn so he was facing the mirror. As soon as he was, he frowned and frowned hard…

His nipples were at full attention (which they almost always were now,) and therefore protruding through the strained fabric of the white tee he'd picked out, along with blatantly showing through it. Like the rest of his chest, Cody's nipples had grown exponentially, and were especially prominent at the moment as they physically expressed his breasts need to be drained, but he'd made Marcus the promise he'd wait…

Cody's frown deepened as he belatedly realized that if he didn't put on a bra, he'd end up giving poor Winston an eyeful when he got there. Then again, even if he put one of his padded bras on, whether he wanted one or not, Winston would still get a show, so Cody just sighed and shrugged as he finished packing up his kit.

After he finished packing, he unplugged his charger (with another grunt,) tossed it in his bag and then grabbed his trusty hat off the nightstand. As he hoisted his weekender onto his left shoulder, Cody pulled his hat into his head with his right hand, covering his messy, longer than usual hair he was going to make more presentable while he got ready at Marcus', in his sumptuous, luxury bathroom.

Cody was just ready to go when he heard a knock on his door. "Hope for your sake, Marcus warned you…" he said as he exited his room and headed back down the hall to let Winston in.

"God damn!" The older man loudly exclaimed as he took a big, exaggerated step back following Cody's reveal.

The pregnant man rolled his eyes and groaned again. "Did Marcus not give you a heads-up? Daniel I told him to!"

"He did…"

"Good, so…"

"So?! So he didn't do a good 'nough job!" Winston said, shaking his head hard from side to side all while somehow still managing to keep his eyes trained on Cody.

"I'm sorry," the bloated younger man frowned. "I…"

"You doubled in size since I last saw you!"

"What?!" He laughed as he looked down himself, still holding the door open with one hand while he held his weekender in the other. "No, I didn't. I…"

"Oh, I think you did!" Winston disagreed as he switched to aggressively nodding.

"Come on… I'm not that big!"

"Hell yeah, you are!" He insisted. "You look like you're smugglin' a damn beach ball, two bowlin' balls and two fat ass darts under that see-through shirt!"

"My shirt's not see-through, is it?!" Cody asked as he looked down.

"Close enough!"

"Ugh…" he groaned. "I knew I should've put on a bra!"

"That'd hide those darts, but not much else!" Winston said as he switched back to shaking his head. "Don't seem worth the hassle."

"Putting one on now is a hassle," Cody agreed.

"Then don't," the older man shrugged. "I ain't worried 'bout it if you ain't."

"Are you sure? If it'd make you more comfortable, I…"

"Don't worry 'bout me," Winston replied, finally starting to look a little less shocked as he smirked and let out a chuckle. "You ain't the first very pregnant guy I've had to pick up for Marcus, and Lord knows you won't be the last! I was just surprised is all."

"By how much bigger I got?" Cody asked.

"Uh huh!"

He smirked as he stepped forward and handed his bag over. "Sorry if this is weird to ask, but do you think…"

"Oh, Marcus' gon' be VERY surprised and happy when he sees you!" Winston said as he took the bag in his left hand.

"I'm glad someone's gonna be happy about it!" Cody said as he nodded by the door. "I've got another bag. Would you mind grabbing it too?"

"Not at all," Marcus' assistant replied before letting out a small cough. "I'mma just need you to um, you know…"

"What?" Cody asked.

"Get out the way."

"Oh!" He laughed as he stepped aside. "Sorry!"

A couple minutes later, after a slow trek down the long hall leading to the elevator, Winston and Cody were making their way down to the first floor. Every few seconds during their descent, Winston looked over at Cody but didn't say anything. Cody didn't either till they were out front, his bags had been put in the back of Marcus' Escalade, and Winston was holding the back right door open for him.

"I feel like you wanna say something…" he said as he eased himself up and into the SUV.

"I…" Winston started then stopped, shaking his head as he closed Cody into the luxury of the backseat, where a cold water bottle was waiting for him in the center armrest.

"Really…" the pregnant man pressed once Winston was behind the wheel, pulling his seatbelt on as he pulled away from the curb. "Feel free to say whatever you're thinking. Chances are, I've probably already heard it, or something like it," he chuckled.

"I shouldn't."

"I promise I won't be mad."

"But it's rude. And kinda weird…"

"This is weird, Winston!" Cody laughed. "Really, you'll be fine, I promise."

"You're the biggest!" The older man suddenly blurted out.

"The biggest?"

"Uh huh."

"That can't be true," Cody shook his head. "You've worked for Marcus…"

"Goin' on ten years now."

"Right. So you were around when…"

"When he was with Greg," Winston confirmed.

"And Greg had…"

"Triplets."

"Right," Cody nodded. "So he had to…"

"You'd think, but he wasn't," Winston shook his head as he drove. "Well he was. Till now."

"But…"

"Shit… Marcus' gon' be real fuckin' happy when he see you!" His assistant chuckled and smirked into the rearview mirror before just as quickly getting serious again and warning, "Just be careful, Cody…"

"What do I need to be careful of?" The pregnant man asked with a grunt as he tried to get a little more comfortable in his seat, luxurious and well-appointed as it was.

"You're just stayin' the weekend, right?"

"Leaving Monday morning," Cody replied as he stroked the belly now more than filling his lap. "Marcus said you'll be taking me to the hospital."

Winston rolled his eyes before he could stop himself. "I'm sure he did…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Cody asked, leaning forward over his pregnancy as much as he could (which wasn't very.)

"Nothin'."

"Yeah, right! Come on, Winston…" he groaned.

But Marcus' assistant didn't.

Call Marcus

By

Brimmingbelly04

CHAPTER TWO

Cody soon realized he wasn't going to get anything more from Winston. Marcus' assistant quickly clammed up when he realized he had or was about to say too much, even if he hadn't said much at all. Not enough, anyway… As a result, he didn't say anything else for the remainder of the drive, leaving his pregnant passenger alone with his now stirred up thoughts.

By no means was it news to Cody that Marcus had a serious thing for pregnant guys, or that he'd been with plenty of them before him. While it hadn't happened right away, and when it did, he didn't go too deep into detail, but Marcus ended up sharing some stories about the other expectant men he'd previously bedded.

Naturally, his current conquest found this rather archaic and a little too "macho" for his liking. Most people don't like being compared to those their "partner" had been with before them, but to be fair, Marcus hadn't made it an outright competition. Even if he had, thanks to his assistant, for what little it was worth, Cody now knew he was in the lead…

But he still wanted to know more. Or maybe he did..? Winston seemed to have been on the verge of spilling his guts before shutting up, leaving Cody to guess and assume what he'd been so close to sharing? Now, till if and when the pregnant man worked up the nerve to go straight to the handsome horse's mouth for the facts, he'd be left wondering. Or, another way to look at it could be: left pleasantly in the dark.

Was there really a need or want to know any more about Marcus' unusual fetish? As Winston had pointed out, Cody wouldn't be the last pregnant guy he'd pick up for his boss… This would however be the last time he picked up Cody as he had no plans on getting pregnant again till he meant to and therefore wouldn't need to rely on Marcus.

That was a shame in a way but come Monday, despite his best (and rather impressive) efforts, any interest Marcus had in him would likely be gone, physically taken away in the arms of their adoptive parents. Come Monday, Cody would become just another one of the guys Marcus told the next one(s) about, but at least he'd ended up the biggest… At least till the next "big deal" came along and took the crown he'd inadvertently earned himself.

Rather than dwell on any of that, the reigning "champion" looked down at his belly. Pushed up by his pregnancy strengthened and thickened thighs, it looked bigger than ever, and from the top down, almost perfectly round again, like a beach ball. When Cody realized this, he chuckled, finding it more than a bit ironic that his belly and breasts had all come to resemble balls… His pregnancy was a result of a drunken sexual encounter with a gym teacher from one of the schools he sometimes subbed at, after all.

The gym teacher was big, beefy, hung, handsome as hell, and despite having several drinks in his system, managed to still be incredible in bed. When Cody found out he was pregnant and it was too late to do anything about it, but before he found out they were expecting twins, he tried to get in contact with the gym teacher who'd given him a real lesson in physical education, but struck out.

Apparently, the guy (whose name he couldn't remember) had moved out of state. No one Cody talked to in the school system would give him his contact information since he wouldn't tell him why he needed it, leaving him to face the dilemma that had apparently solely become his, well, on his own. Till Marcus entered the picture…

But back to the nameless gym teacher for another second… All the "competitive eating" Cody had been doing over the last few months aside, it was evident the other "father's" genes were the more dominant ones. Before getting pregnant, the sub hadn't been a small guy, but compared to the other man half responsible for his unintended condition, he was. Cody was 5'10" and had weighed in around 175 lbs before adding countless more and a plethora of curves and stretch marks. The gym teacher had towered over him by a good six inches and had outweighed him by some 50 plus lbs (most of which was muscle,) making the twins destined to be big to begin with, prior to all the additional "help" their carrying "father" and Marcus provided them.

Cody had never been one of those gym rat/bunnies, or whatever you want to call them, but before getting knocked up, he usually ran about 20 miles a week and had been pretty diligent with weight training. His now former dedication to fitness ended up coming in handy as without it, his pregnancy would've come to be even more burdensome, even sooner. Thanks to his sturdy back and strong legs, huge as he and the babies had gotten, Cody was still impressively mobile, though his movements had lost all of the fluidity and grace they'd once had. The only thing presently fluid about any movements he made now were how his milk-bloated breasts and amniotic (and babies) filled belly all wobbled and jiggled, sometimes even when he wasn't moving, the present being such an example…

The doubly pregnant passenger looked down and out and watched for several seconds as his chest rocked along with the Escalade. The SUV's ride was very smooth thanks to its supple suspension, but his breasts still bounced and bobbled, and more than they'd come to since he wasn't wearing a bra. Before turning his gaze back out the window, Cody noticed his nipples were now even more erect than they'd been when Winston noticed them, thanks to rubbing against his shirt as he was chauffeured along. With another ten minutes to go before he'd arrive at Marcus', all he could do was hope his sensitive nubs wouldn't get rubbed raw by the time he got there, as he knew his host was going to want to pay them special attention throughout the weekend.

With conversation not presently an option, Cody let his mind try and conjure up what sort of "clothing" options Marcus had selected for him? Whatever they were, it was a safe bet they were going to be skimpy, and show a plentiful amount of bulging skin… Good as his taste was when it came to what he wore himself, Marcus liked seeing his latest, pregnant plaything wearing pieces that were frilly and decidedly feminine. Cody would've very much preferred pieces that were a bit more masculine and therefore, slightly less embarrassing to wear, but having come to accept Marcus' support, the simple truth was, he'd lost any say he had in the matter.

Honestly though, crazy as it was and as much as he therefore hated to admit it, Cody kind of liked the way he was being treated… Being with Marcus, someone the likes of which he never had before, had enlightened him to the fact that in a way, he liked being controlled. While he might not've liked any of the girly, frilly, supposedly "sexy" ensembles the other man "asked" him to wear, he'd come to like having to… Cody might not've liked the way he looked in any of what could best be described as "costumes," but he sure as shit did like the reaction they got from Marcus, which was part of the reason he kept going along with seemingly whatever the other man requested of him, including stuffing himself to beyond capacity…

But worth noting: Cody continually questioned what the fuck he was doing/had done? How could he not?! At the very same time, having gotten onboard, he couldn't get off the train now… Now he was stuck on the ride till he'd seen things through in the form of delivering the two big babies he was putting up for adoption.

Was Cody sad he was giving his children up? Yes and no. He wanted children someday when he could afford them, ideally, when he was with someone, and hopefully, one at a time. The presently unemployed substitute teacher wanted more of himself. He always had but till meeting Marcus, hadn't had the drive to do so personally or professionally. Not all that deep down, Cody knew he could do a lot better in just about every regard but again, for whatever reason, had never pushed himself to till recently.

When his parents or teachers had asked more of him, it'd rarely worked, but now, when Marcus did, be it eat more (and more,) or wear something he previously never would've, Cody did the "more." He'd gotten to the point he simply couldn't stop himself most of the time, but come Monday, whether he was ready and able to or not, the show would be over. Come sometime probably late Monday afternoon or early evening, his attraction would have diminished and then it would be back to non-pregnant reality. Back to being alone, having served his purpose in regards to Marcus. Somewhat surprisingly, that was what made him most sad.

As he was driven up what had in many ways come to be his "keeper's" long, gated drive, Cody reminded himself again of all the fun still in store before everything came to a crashing, likely painful and exhausting halt. At least he'd have a lot of fun this weekend, not to mention, a lot of food, the prospect of which was presently difficult to comprehend, (even for him with his new eating habits) following his massive "breakfast," which he'd chased with lots of milk…

After helping him out of the backseat, Winston finally spoke, telling Cody he'd bring his bags in for him. In the meantime, Marcus' special guest was to "make himself at home," and "feel free" to stop in the kitchen, where snacks had been prepared. Cody thanked Winston for the ride and the offer as he waddled towards the two massive front doors of Marcus' home, then told him he was going to head upstairs. But then the pregnant man let himself in, smelled food, and headed right to the damn kitchen, despite the thought of eating any more right then causing him great trepidation…

The giant center island was covered with delicious looking and smelling options, some of which were covered themselves in chafing platters. Since getting pregnant, Cody's sense of smell had become heightened and as he waddled nearer to the sources, it registered several wonderful aromas. Since he wasn't hungry right then and already there, he decided to take a peek at what he couldn't already see to think about what he might have later.

"Might..?" He laughed to himself, shaking his head as he pulled off the first lid and looked into the platter to see and really smell some amazing looking chicken piccata. "More like, when!" He admitted with a sigh as he covered the dish back up and moved onto the next.

Cody might've convinced himself he wasn't hungry and wouldn't be for some time, but he proved himself tempted nonetheless… After thoroughly perusing the large selection of "snacks" that'd been expertly selected and laid out for him, before he knew what he was doing, found himself grabbing a plate from the stack left on the nearby counter and loading it up.

Again, part of him just wasn't able to help himself, but another inexplicable (but was it really, though?) part of him wanted to make sure he was as stuffed and full as possible when he saw Marcus following their month apart. That he was already stuffed and full seemed to slip Cody's mind as he "snacked," quickly finishing off the entire plate he'd made himself, and then popping a few more treats in his always accepting mouth as he lumbered out of the kitchen, now ready to head upstairs.

The doubly pregnant, nearly due man told himself had he not just "topped off," he would've taken the stairs. It might not've looked like he did anymore, but Cody did still consider working out to be important since his goal was to naturally deliver his big twins. Simply taking the stairs would've easily counted as a workout by then but once again, what Marcus had to offer (this time, in the form of an in-home elevator,) proved too tempting to refuse.

"I'm just… saving up my energy, is all," Cody rationalized aloud as he waddled into the elevator. "For the weekend and Monday," he nodded at himself as the mirrored door closed and the elevator began to ascend. "Between Marcus' and the bed at the hospital, I'm gonna be working out a lot!" He assured himself as noted how truly massive he looked in the reflective door. "Which is good, 'cause God knows I need to…" he muttered as having already made it to the second floor, the elevator chimed and the door opened.

While Cody's apartment building had an elevator, his apartment did not. As such, he was quite smitten with having just taken a private one again, and found himself muttering once more as he exited it.

"If I get unintentionally pregnant again, or pregnant again at all for that matter!" He quickly amended with a grunt. "It should be with someone like Marcus!" He concluded as he looked around the opulent second floor landing, the area in front of the elevator done up as a very nice seating area, finished in leather and obviously expensive fabrics.

"Don't let Marcus hear you sayin' shit like that!" Winston said as he exited his boss's master bedroom empty-handed.

Apparently, Cody had not been muttering… Oh, well. Rather than dwell on that, he honed in on the fact Winston was speaking to him again and it seemed to be along the lines of what he'd brought up before he'd shut up.

"Oh..?" The expectant houseguest raised his brows as he braced his hands on his lower back in the classic, heavily pregnant (or extra heavily, in his case) pose.

Subtle as Cody's reaction had purposely been, Winston instantly realized he'd almost said something he shouldn't have again, resulting in him following his own brow. "Don't mind me…" he said as he lowered his head and tried to hurry past.

His boss's most pregnant plaything to date's feet might not've moved very fast at the present, but his hands still did. In a flash, Cody's right flew from his strained back and captured Winston's right wrist in a death grip.

"I do mind you," he informed. "Now talk…"

Marcus' assistant looked from his wrist, slowly up Cody's bloated body till he reached his face, the expression on it demanding answers. The older man sighed as he let his head fall back a bit and shook it. "I can't."

"Because you think you'll get in trouble? Sorry, man… You're gonna have to do better than that," Cody shook his head right back.

"What I'm gon' have to do is get better at holdin' my damn tongue!" Winston chuckled.

"Yeah, you might wanna work on that," even Cody had to agree. "But not just yet," he shook his head again.

The older man sighed again as he lowered his head. "You ain't gon' like what you hear…"

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?" The pregnant man suggested.

Winston checked the time on his watch on his free wrist. Before he could use lack of time as an excuse, Cody shook his head and said, "Whatever else I need to do can wait. You're talking now."

"You might leave…"

"I'll definitely leave if you don't tell me what you almost have twice now, and then Marcus will really be mad, don't you think..?" He raised his brows again.

Winston nodded in agreement before looking over at the couch and chair. "Let's sit," he nodded again in that direction.

"For your benefit or mine?"

"Both."

"Alright then," Cody nodded as he released his death grip. He waited for a second for Winston to move first but when he didn't, he did, tottering over to the couch and slowly turning in front of it so he could sit.

Instantly, Winston jumped into action, offering a hand for support as Cody slowly lowered himself. Once the doubly pregnant man was seated, but while he was still getting himself situated, Marcus' assistant went over to the chair and sat down in it with enviable ease. Despite his greater age, he didn't groan when he sat the way Cody had…

"So..?" Cody asked expectantly as he shuffled about on the couch, belly and breasts wobbling and bobbling, his shirt riding up another inch or so from all the motion.

Winston sighed. "So I don't see no need to delve back into Marcus'... interest in preggos," he shook his head.

"No. No need," the present preggo agreed.

"Well there's still somethin' you need to know," he continued before stopping and sighing yet again.

"Yes..?"

"Marcus likes you."

Cody couldn't help but grin. He'd already assumed as much as well as been told to a degree, but hearing from a reliable source that without a doubt, Marcus really did enjoy him was nice.

"I'm glad he does. I like him too."

"Just so we're clear… He really likes you," Winston emphasized. "And that's before seein' you like this!" He nodded at Cody.

While the pregnant man was quite pleased to hear all his "hard work" seemed to have paid off, he managed to keep himself in check. Because again, come the end of the day Monday (presuming he had a relatively quick and easy birth experience,) he'd just be another one of the guys Marcus had been with. The biggest, yes, but no longer of any benefit or enjoyment. So what the hell was Winston getting at..?

"Well he's gonna see me like this," Cody gestured down and around himself. "Soon enough, presuming what you tell me doesn't run me off or…"

"Which it probably will!" Winston cut him off. "Which is why I don't…"

"It's too late for that," the pregnant man interrupted in turn. "You gotta tell me, otherwise I…"

"He's gon' ask you to get pregnant again."

Cody blinked several times as he let what the older man just said sink in. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth to first laugh, and then say what he didn't know, but before he could, Winston continued. Or tried to…

"Not only that, he's…"

"Whoa! Hold on a sec…" Cody lifted his right hand from where it'd been sitting on his belly. "Go back to that part where he's gonna ask me to get pregnant again!"

"It's pretty simple… He's always wanted a repeat. A guy he's been with to get pregnant again for him."

"He wants someone to carry his baby?"

Winston shook his head. "Marcus ain't interested in havin' his own kids. 'Least not yet. He just interested in big boobs and bellies at the moment, and wants a repeat performance so to speak."

"Has he asked anyone else before?" Cody asked, understandably curious to know.

"Once or twice," Marcus' assistant confirmed. "Yet to find a taker…"

"Can't say I wonder why?!" The pregnant man rolled his eyes. "So he told you he's gonna ask me?"

"No," Winston shook his head. "But I know he will 'cause…"

"Yeah, yeah," Cody exhaled. "I get it… I appreciate the heads up. I'll admit I'm a little surprised, but I won't be running off," he shook his head. "Not that I could if I wanted to anyway…" he sighed as he lowered his gaze down to himself, wondering when he'd be able to start running again?

"So it's this next bit that might make you, er… waddle off…"

"Shit. Go on…"

"So the plan's for you to go in to be induced on Monday."

"Right."

"And that could still be the case if you want it to be, but…" Winston hesitated as what he was about to say was rather… unusual. "He's gon' ask you to stay pregnant a lil' longer."

Even though he really shouldn't have been all things considered, now Cody was really surprised, which showed in his eyes as he looked up and over at the older man. "What the hell?! Why?!"

Marcus' assistant released a loud guffaw as he rolled his eyes. "The hell you think?! He wan' see how big you can get, that's why!"

"But I thought that's what we're already been doing?!" Cody rhetorically asked with an anxious laugh as he looked back down and out at himself again.

"It has been," Winston nodded.

"So…"

"So Marcus wants to keep doin' it!" He nodded some more for evidently necessary emphasis. "But…"

"Ohmygod…" Cody groaned, he being the one to roll his eyes this time. "There's a 'but?!'" Before Winston was able to reply, he continued. "But of course there is… This is Marcus we're talking about!"

"That's right…" his assistant agreed with a chuckle. "But the good news is, the but ain't necessarily a bad one."

"Oh, well isn't that good?!" Cody rolled his eyes and laughed some more, adding some anxious belly rubs into the mix. "Just tell me already!"

"Well in case you somehow failed to notice, our boy, Marcus, is loaded."

"Oh, I've noticed! Come on, Winston… You're supposed to be telling me something I don't know!"

"You haven't figured it out yet..?"

"No!" Cody threw his hands up in exasperation. "Obviously I haven't! Otherwise, I…"

"Now calm down…" Winston said as soothingly as he could, slowly and repeatedly nodding as he raised and held his hands up in front of him. "The last thing any of us want would be for you to go into labor now, so…"

"Ha!" Cody huffed. "I'm not so sure about that?!"

"You can be a feisty one!" The older man smirked and nodded some more. "I like that!"

"That's great, but please… just make the fucking point, Winston!" Cody anxiously requested, still not calming down and getting a little testy for the first time.

"He'd pay."

"He'd pay…" he repeated, half questioning, half stating, not getting it at all.

Winston nodded. "Probably however much you ask."

"For what?!" Cody shouted in response. "For me to stay pregnant?! For how long?!"

"Speaking on what I've seen with other guys…"

"So other guys have done this for him?"

"Two," Winston confirmed. "One stayed pregnant till he went into labor naturally almost two weeks after his due date and the other stayed pregnant for 'bout a week past his when he and Marcus decided to induce," the assistant shrugged.

"Oh, is that all?!" Cody scoffed.

"Well…"

"Jesus Christ, Winston!" He shouted again. "I was kidding! How the hell could there be more?!"

"Hey… You wanted to know all this, didn't you?"

"Yes!!!"

"So I'm tellin' yo…"

Another groan. "Ohmygod! Just finish already, otherwise I might actually go into labor right now!!!"

Winston took a breath and held it for a second before giving up his last bit of withheld information. "He wants to watch."

Cody didn't understand. "Watch what?" He frowned.

"Boy… Seriously?!"

It hit him hard and fast. "Oh! Oh! Oh, wow… OK… Um…"

Winston raised his brows 'cause he wasn't done yet. "And…"

"Shit! And?!"

"He wants it to happen here."

This time, Cody didn't reply immediately. He wasn't able to. Afte raising his left hand to stop Winston from saying anything else for the time being, he went back to repeatedly blinking as his now frazzled brain truly struggled to process all this new and insane information. Winston sat silently, patiently waiting till he was ready to speak.

"So lemme make sure I've got everything straight," the doubly pregnant, maybe soon-to-be induced man said slowly and calmly, more for his own good than anything else.

"Sure."

It went without saying that by then, Cody's mind was blown, racing and reeling, so he took in as deep a breath as he now could and held it for several seconds as he closed his eyes. Keeping them shut, he slowly released some of the air he'd most recently inhaled, then equally as slowly, began repeating everything he'd just been told.

"We don't have to go as far back as the beginning since we both know how that went," he waved around his right hand. "Anyway… Marcus and I met, the interest was mutual and remained so, even when things started getting kinda weird," he admitted with another wave. "Things… continued to progress and per Marcus' strong suggestion, I began overeating and making myself and the twins as big as possible," he nodded before asking Winston with his eyes still closed but brows now raised, "Sound about right..?"

The older man nodded. "From what I know of…"

Cody scoffed. "We both know now that you know everything, so quit playin'!"

"Well…"

"Well, anyway!" He continued as he finally allowed himself to sit back on the couch, which even in his advanced condition and now state of agitation, he had to admit was incredibly comfortable and supportive. "Because I had to and I actually came to kinda like it, I kept going along with everything Marcus asked of me, and…"

"And you did an excellent job," Winston interrupted to commend.

The surprises just kept coming… The pregnant man looked over at him in surprise. "Thank you…" he said slowly. "I never took you for a pregnancy fan till now..?"

"I work for Marcus, don't I..?"

"Touché… So why did you tell me all this?"

"'Cause like Marcus, I like you," Winston replied with a nod. "And even though you already done an excellent job, I'd like to see you get a lil' bigger too."

"Hmm…"

"Hmm?!" He repeated with a chuckle. "That's all?!"

"For now," Cody grunted. "I think I'm in shock."

"Understandable if you are. So you glad I told you? Happy you got a heads up?"

"I dunno?" He shook his head.

"So you gon' waddle off before Marcus gets here?" Winston raised his brows. "If you want to, that's fine. I can take you back home or even to the hospital if you wanna go get induced now?"

"That's a tempting offer," the pregnant man chuckled.

"One I hope you don't take. I hope you stay."

"So you don't get in trouble?" Cody laughed.

"That's one of the reasons," Marcus' assistant laughed back.

"I'll stay."

"For real?!"

"For now," Cody clarified. "I appreciate you telling me all this, but I wanna hear it from Marcus. See how he puts it."

"So you gon' act like…"

"Like I don't know," he nodded. "And then maybe make him squirm a little bit when he tells me," he smirked. "Does he know I'm here yet?"

Winston shook his head. "I was gon' call him when I got downstairs."

"Call Marcus now. Tell him I'm here and that I'm excited to see him, but don't tell him what you think."

"What I think?"

"Of how big I am."

"Ah, OK… I'll leave him hangin' even if he asks."

Cody smirked. "Feels kinda nice doesn't it? Letting him be the one hanging for a change."

Winston laughed as he fished his phone out of his pocket. "There's that feistiness!"

"Right? Now call him. I wanna hear this, but keep it short 'cause I gotta pee!"