Up & Down - Part 5 (Patreon)

While I searched for Spencer’s suits in our closet, he stood in front of the mirror, his breath shallow as he took in the sight of his naked body. He did that almost every morning, and I couldn’t blame him; his belly had grown beyond anything we could’ve imagined, and he still had another 20 weeks to go before the birth of the octuplets. His abdomen was a round dome, which he loved to caress, feeling the tightness of his skin and the firmness of the babies nestled inside. I could only smile while I stared at him.

“Is this really happening?” He softly said, his voice barely a whisper, but I could hear him.

I approached from behind and wrapped my arms around his thick midsection, caressing the sides of his taut belly as his big butt pushed against my front. “What do you mean? Do you want to know if you’re really pregnant? I think your belly is the proof that you are really pregnant. You want to know if we’re really getting married? The ring on your finger is proof that we’re really getting married. Do you want to know if I love you? Big guy, my whole self belongs to you.”

He took my hands and pushed them tight against his belly. “Fuck! Where do you get those lines?” He turned around to face me, his belly bumping against my side, and I saw tears running down his cheeks like rivers, a broad smile adorning his face. “I know it’s all real; it’s only... too good to be real.”

“Well, you’re too good to be real, and even then, here you are,” I said, winking at him and caressing his massive pecs.

He chuckled, and more tears ran down his face. “Stop it, or you’ll make my mood go from sweet to horny. Fuck! You’re too sweet.”

I laughed and leaned in to kiss his belly. “Let’s save that for our wedding night. Now, it’s time to squeeze you into your suit so I can officially claim you as mine,” I said, grinning.

“Oh, come on. So, you’ll claim me as yours? Have you seen me? Owen, I’m the big guy in this relationship. The bigger always dominates the smaller,” he said with a playful tone, streaking a double bicep pose that he knew I loved.

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Olympia. I’m not quite sure. Remember who’s carrying whose babies,” I said as I brought up his navy blue suit.

“First, I know it’s me who’s pregnant; believe me, I know. But still, the belly only makes me even bigger,” Spencer winked at me and flexed his biceps again. “And second, I don’t think this suit will fit me. Have you seen me? I’m a whale,” he said, looking down at his belly.

“Yeah, a huge whale, for sure. But you don’t need to close the buttons. We only need a shirt that’s big enough to cover your body, and you’ll leave the jacket open,” I said, handing Spencer the suit as I went back to the closet.

“And where will you find a shi—” He started saying, but I pulled a massive new white shirt out of the closet.

“A shirt that fits you? I bought this because I knew you would never decline my proposal.” I smiled, approaching. “We’ll make it work, Spence. You’ll look incredible. You already do.”

Spencer gave me a doubtful look but couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, but I’ll need your help. Considering I’m the one carrying the babies, the dad should help the daddy get dressed,” he said, and I nodded. I knew he was scared about everything, so I always tried to make him feel better, even when he was entering the beached whale territory.

“It’ll be my honor, soon-to-be husband,” I said.

I looked for a pair of briefs and helped Spencer put them on. His underwear was tight, clinging to his thickened thighs and ass, which had grown fatter and rounder during the last few months. I gently lifted the waistband to get it over his hips and butt and then playfully slapped his big ass. He chuckled and pushed his hips backward to tease me.

“You said: save it for later, right?” He said, swaying his hips so sensually that I felt my dick stirring in my underwear. “Unless you want to go to town before the wedding.”

“No, no. We’ll be late. I won’t let you go away from me. Let’s start with the pants before we end up doing something else,” I suggested, handing Spencer the pants for him to step into. The fabric strained as we pulled them over Spencer’s thick thighs and hips. He winced as I grunted with the effort of getting his pants to cover his lower body. I hadn’t realized how much thicker he had gotten in those areas until I tried to cover his big ass with the back of the pants. “Wow, you’ve grown... a lot, and I’m not referring to the belly,” I said, making him blush. The pants were a tight squeeze, but after a few attempts, I managed to button them right below his belly.

“Maybe we should skip the belt,” he said with a chuckle. “Though... I’m not sure how long these pants will last,” he laughed, and we heard the seams of his pants softly creaking, making both of us laugh.

“Okay, okay. Let’s see about the shirt before you burst out of the pants,” I said as Spencer lifted his arms. I carefully helped him into the shirt, pulling it over his broad shoulders and carefully working it down over his chest. The shirt was tight—too tight, the fabric straining across his chest. I managed to close it around his belly after several attempts, the seams at the sides creaking a bit. Each button was a small victory, though the shirt looked like it was holding on for dear life.

“How does it feel?” I asked, stepping back to admire my husband-to-be.

“I think we might have a problem,” Spencer said, his voice laced with concern as he looked down at the straining buttons, clearly holding his breath.

“It’s a bit tight, but you still look amazing. You’re literally glowing,” I responded, getting on my tiptoes to kiss Spencer’s lips.

“No, I’m literally bursting. That’s different,” Spencer said, chuckling, his shirt straining even more. “But I guess it’ll have to do.”

I nodded, helping Spencer into the suit jacket. It fit snugly over Spencer’s broad shoulders, and when I tried to button it, it wouldn’t close over his belly. Not even close. Spencer sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment. “It’s okay, we’ll leave it open,” I said, brushing a hand over Spencer’s belly. “You look perfect, Spence. Absolutely perfect.”

Spencer looked at himself in the mirror again while I put on my navy blue suit. Despite the tightness of his clothes and the size of his belly, Spencer had to admit that he did look good. His suit strained at the seams, accentuating his broad shoulders and powerful chest. His belly was a prominent feature, round and firm, but it didn’t take away from his overall appearance. If anything, it made him look even more radiant, glowing with the life he was carrying inside.

“Okay, we’re ready,” I said a while later when both were fully clothed in our best suits. I approached and placed a hand on Spencer’s belly. “Ready to go, big guy? Ready to get married?” I asked.

“I am,” Spencer responded with a smile.

*

The courthouse was modest but elegant, and as we arrived, the officiant greeted us warmly. Spencer was clearly nervous because his size drew immediate attention when we walked inside. We could feel the weight of their stares, but the secretary was professional and kind, guiding us through the halls with ease.

“You’re the most beautiful person here,” I whispered into Spencer’s ear, squeezing his hand.

He smiled at me, and I noticed him calming down. Then, they led us into a small room where the ceremony would take place. The officiant smiled warmly at us, not batting an eye at Spencer’s condition. The ceremony was intimate. It was just the two of us, standing side by side, Spencer’s belly nudging against my arm. 

As the officiant began the ceremony, I heard Spencer groaning, and his free hand moved to caress his belly. The officiant continued, ignoring the noise, but I noticed something was happening. Spencer slightly winced as he gently rubbed his hand over his abdomen. He looked at me with teary eyes, and then I got it. The babies were kicking. We had been waiting for that moment for weeks, and the babies had decided to start moving right in the middle of our wedding as if they knew something special was happening.

I moved my hand to his belly and immediately felt the movement against my hand. I couldn’t contain my tears. It was such a sweet and tender moment, and it happened while we were getting married. The officiant spoke softly, guiding us through the ceremony. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes never leaving Spencer’s. The moment was perfect. Everything about that moment was perfect.

“Spencer Collins, do you take Owen Richards to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?” the officiant asked as we had our hand on Spencer’s belly.

Spencer’s eyes welled with tears, nodding. “I do.”

“Owen Richards, do you take Spencer Collins to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” I replied, my voice steady despite the lump in my throat.

“By the power vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss your groom.”

I smiled and pulled Spencer into a long and passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of his body against mine and his belly tightly pressing against my abs. I felt the babies moving more as if they were celebrating their dads. I couldn’t contain my tears. The moment was perfect—better than I had ever imagined, and it wasn’t over yet. As we pulled apart, the officiant handed us the marriage certificate to make it official, but Spencer hesitated.

“What is it?” I asked, noticing the pause.

“I’ve been thinking,” Spencer said slowly, looking up at me. “I want to take your last name, Owen.”

My heart skipped a beat. We hadn’t discussed this, and I was surprised. But also incredibly touched. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a smile. “I want us to be a family in every way.”

His words led us to another long and passionate kiss, filled with tears and kicks from our babies. Owen and Spencer Richards, I loved how it sounded.

*

I took Spencer to a nearby restaurant right after the wedding. It was a small, cozy place with a buffet that Spencer loved. I couldn’t stop smiling, my eyes glued to Spencer, who looked radiant even though he was uncomfortable in his clothes. His hands were on his belly, still feeling the babies moving. I couldn’t help but chuckle when I realized he had sixteen arms, sixteen legs, eight heads, and eight butts, all pushing against his inner belly in different directions. No wonder his belly was so active; we were having many babies.

“I think they’re hungry,” he said, smiling at me, and I already knew what he meant. He was really, really hungry.

“Then let’s get you fed. Don’t hold back,” I responded, standing from the table to go to the buffet with Spencer.

He loaded up his plate with as much food as it could hold. The smell of food was intoxicating, and Spencer’s mouth seemed to water as he grabbed everything that looked good. I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t worried about the shirt anymore but only focused on satisfying his hunger. His appetite had grown along with his belly, and it seemed like nothing could satisfy him. He devoured plate after plate, his shirt growing tighter with each bite. I could see the fabric straining, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him; I wanted to see him feeling his big gut to fuel our babies’ growth.

I knew Spencer could feel his shirt growing tighter because he tried to adjust it every other minute. He shifted in his seat, trying to make himself more comfortable, but it was useless. Since his skin and shirt were so taut, I could see the babies growing restless again, kicking up a storm as if they could sense that their dad was having a feast. I knew he was uncomfortable, but he only wanted more food.

Spencer groaned softly, rubbing his belly as the babies continued kicking. “They’re so active. I never expected them to move so much. It feels so weird.”

I reached over, placing my hand on Spencer’s belly, feeling the movement while he ate. “They’re excited. It’s a big day for all of us. And I guess they’re enjoying the buffet.”

“Ugh, I think I might have overdone it,” Spencer said, glancing down at his belly. “I guess we’ll see if this shirt can hold up,” he said with a wink.

I looked over and saw what he meant. His shirt stretched to the limit, the buttons straining so much that I feared they’d pop off at any moment. But Spencer, ever the trooper, just laughed it off. Then, as Spencer was about to take another bite of his last dessert, I heard a faint pop as one of the lower buttons of his shirt flew off, landing on the table with a soft clatter.

“I’m surprised it lasted this long,” I said, still processing what had just happened, staring at Spencer’s exposed skin on his belly. We burst into laughter, causing more of Spencer’s buttons to undo, accidentally revealing more of his belly.

“I think that’s a sign I’ve had enough,” Spencer said, chuckling and placing his fork down.

I shook my head, still grinning. “I don’t know about that. You’re eating for nine, after all.” I reached for his hand, and we stared into each other’s eyes for an eternity. He looked happy, and I didn’t need anything else at the moment. “Have you realized that we’re about to become a family of 12? Right now, we’re only two; we’ll welcome two babies in 12 weeks and then eight more in 20 weeks.”

He smiled and looked down at his belly. “I know. It scares me a lot. I never thought about having kids, and soon we’ll have ten. That’s a big number to start with,” he said, pulling my hand across the table to place it on his belly. “Everything will be alright now,” he said and I nodded.

*

By the time we arrived back at our apartment, the events of the day had caught up with Spencer. He was exhausted, his feet swollen, and his belly massively rounded from the massive meal. The day had been long and full of emotions, and his body was feeling the strain. Once inside, Spencer let out a sigh of relief, rubbing his belly as he waddled over to the couch. He eased himself down, the cushions sinking under his weight, as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes and into something more comfortable,” I suggested, already loosening the tie around his neck.

“Please,” he sighed as I helped him take the pants and shirt off, careful not to put any strain on his overworked belly. “I’m ready to collapse.”

I sat beside him, my hands immediately moving to his bare belly. “How are you feeling, husband?” I asked, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

“Repeat that word, please,” he said, sounding surprised.

“What? Husband? You’re my husband. Mine and only mine. My Mr. Richards. I told you I would claim you as mine,” I said, kissing his belly and then moving to kiss his softer pecs. “And I’m yours. Forever yours.”

“I can’t believe we did it,” Spencer murmured, his hands caressing my body as I covered his body with kisses. “I and I think you owe me something from earlier. Remember?”

I grinned and felt my dick hardening, so I removed my clothes in a blink. Spencer immediately removed his remaining clothes, entering into a horny mode that I loved. He was exhausted, but I knew my big guy wasn’t one to back from a good fuck. However, I wanted to do something different from what we had been doing lately. I continued kissing his pecs, teasing his nipples with my teeth and tongue because he had told me they were sensitive.

“So, now that we’re husbands. I guess we can fuck more often,” I playfully said, reaching below his belly to grab his dick, which was already hard. Then my hand moved to his bull balls to caress them. They felt so full.

“As many times as we want, husband,” Spencer said, grabbing my big, hard dick to stroke it. “We can try for more babies more often,” he said, and I chuckled.

“We can. But not in the same way you’re thinking,” I said, quickly moving to position myself on his lap, sitting right below his dick, with his big belly pushing against my abs. “What do you say if we put those big balls to good use and you try to put a few babies in me?” I said, winking at him, aware that it was impossible, but I knew he would love to play along.

Spencer immediately readjusted his heavy body on the couch, pushing his hips forward, giving me access to his hard dick.

“You’d look so cute with a big belly, so full of my babies,” he said, moving his hands to my hips to squeeze them hard.

I chuckled and lined his dick with my hole as I sat heavily on his lap, taking his dick in one move. “Then, go ahead, big guy. Go ahead and put some babies in me,” I said, leaning forward to kiss his belly while I started bouncing on his dick, making him moan. I caressed the side of his belly, feeling the babies moving while our eyes locked into each other’s. The world disappeared around us while I rode Spencer’s dick. Up and down, enjoying our first time together as husbands.

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