Commit to the Bit - Part 2

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“Not so funny anymore, is it?” Haley said, louder than Troy expected and with such a dark undertone that shivers ran down his spine.

Haley was five feet away in a cheerleader uniform almost identical to the one Troy had worn to the dance. Her top also stretched over her midsection, and Troy couldn’t help but swallow in fear, almost horror. He was bigger than her in all senses, stronger, and more agile—he thought—but there was something about her frame that made him feel helpless before her.

“What are you—” He whispered, instinctively moving his hand over the curve of his midsection as its weight forced him to arch his back. He didn’t notice as his feet moved away from each other, widening his stance. “What are you doing here? What did you do to me?”

Haley slowly approached, so calm and graceful that her body seemed to float off the ground. “You wore my pain like a costume,” she said, almost whispering but loud enough for Troy to shiver again. “You walked away from responsibility because everybody taught you that you could. However, All Hallows’ Eve does not forget. You picked the wrong night to mess around, Troy. Now you’ll have to commit for the rest of your life.”

She came close until her belly touched his bare, taut midsection. The contact made Troy groan as his knees bent. There was something electric between them, and Troy couldn’t comprehend what it was. It felt like their bellies were attracting each other like magnets.

“The fuck are you doing?” He asked, almost breathless.

“You’ll have to face the consequences,” she said. “You’ll have to learn what it means to be the vessel and not joke about it.”

Haley reached up and placed her hands at Troy’s sides, feeling his belly’s tautness. Her fingers were cool, but then they heated up to a burning point. An intense pain suddenly hit Troy, and it felt like a door he hadn’t known existed opened inside him, and all the heat in the world moved through it at once. He tried to step back but couldn’t. He tried to push her away, but it was impossible; the big, muscular man couldn’t do anything against the delicate cheerleader.

Haley smirked as she pressed forward, and her eyes suddenly got a golden glow that made Troy gasp. Her rounded belly began to deflate steadily, as if some invisible valve had opened. She took a deep breath as the pressure she had been carrying around slowly faded.

“No! What—? Ugh! No!” Troy groaned, but it was useless.

His abdomen pushed forward, and the skin tightened from within as if inflated by an unstoppable force. The pressure worsened until his whole body trembled. The swelling pushed outward and upward until the skin stretched to a glossy sheen, and his ribs gave him new space with small creaks he could feel. His belly felt a lot heavier than before, pulling at his spine and forcing him to arch his back even more.

His pelvis tilted under the growing weight, and his legs spread for balance without him thinking about it. Every breath came with a deep throb of pressure and stretch, and each extra inch in girth felt heavier than the last. He shouted once, then again, unable to contain the raw sounds that scraped his throat. The worst part was that he could feel something moving inside, which was more terrifying than Haley’s glowing eyes.

He felt rolling inside in different directions. Then he felt something firm pressing hard from within, pushing under his lower right ribs and making him groan. His skin stretched until he thought it would fail. He felt on the verge of bursting, but he only expanded in all directions. He could barely stay conscious through it all, but he managed.

Haley’s expression was dark, almost devilish, as her eyes glowed more intensely one last time. “Now you’ll understand. Take good care of him,” she said, and suddenly disappeared.

Troy collapsed sideways onto the bench, then onto the tile. He clutched his round middle as if trying to prevent it from bursting. He was breathless, panicked, and unable to process what was happening to his body. His belly moved visibly, with peaks and bulges everywhere. The sensation was still so intense that he drifted between conscious and unconscious for a while. He couldn’t move; he didn’t have the strength to; he had no other option but to stay there and hope for someone to come to help before his body collapsed entirely.

**

A few hours later, two paramedics rushed into the locker room, illuminating it as fluorescent light spilled from the hallway, cutting into the red darkness. “Sir?” one called, too loudly. “Sir, can you hear me?” He said, kneeling beside Troy, still processing the scene.

Troy couldn’t form coherent words to respond; there was so much happening at once—too much pain, too much pressure; the only thing escaping his lips were groans and grunts. He was leaning back against the lockers, legs spread wide, naked, trembling, and slick with sweat that caught the light now entering the room. He groaned and clenched his teeth as his massive belly tightened. The veins stood out along his neck and arms as his body convulsed and arched instinctively. The paramedics only stared in confusion.

Troy was a display of contradictions. He had an athlete’s broad shoulders and traps, powerful arms, and thick forearms, but the rest of his body told another story. His hips were meaty, as solid muscle had given way to a fertile breadth that swayed with its gravity whenever he shifted in discomfort. His ass was rounded and pronounced, visibly massive even in this position. His thighs trembled, spread as if to make room for something monumental, and framed his bull balls and foot-long, hard cock that throbbed in sync with his gasps.

His chest was another spectacle, looking plump and rounded, with large and darkened nipples that gave him a maternal look. And at the center of it all, his belly was the literal elephant in the room. It was a great taut globe, stretched tight and glossy, with a popped-out belly button to crown the top. Troy’s hands instinctively moved over the vast surface as the skin contracted and tightened every other second.

“Bad reaction to something?” one of the paramedics whispered, leaning closer to check the basics. “Allergic—” He froze when he saw a ripple traveling across Troy’s belly like a creature passing under lake ice.

The other paramedic turned pale and leaned back in horror. “Nope. Nope, I saw that.”

“Make it stop,” Troy whispered, barely able to breathe as his body slowly prepared for the unthinkable. “I’m a—I can’t—just make it stop.”

They hesitated, looking into each other’s eyes before quickly checking between Troy’s legs to confirm their thoughts. The massive cock there made them blush, not only because of its size but because of what it meant. They froze in that impossible moment until one dared to place a hand on Troy’s belly and felt something moving inside.

“The fuck is wrong with this kid?” the paramedic said, moving his hand away.

“Ugh! Please, help me! Something’s happening!” Troy shouted as a massive contraction hit him, making him groan low and long, accompanied by a wet pop sound. A sudden rush of water appeared between Troy’s legs as he gasped in relief.

The paramedic’s eyes went wide, disbelief giving way to a clinical perspective of shock. “Sir,” he said slowly, finally figuring out what was happening, “I think you’re in labor.”

“I’m a man!” Troy shouted, then gasped as a contraction hit him again. “I can’t—ugh!”

“No way! If you’re right, we can’t move him. His contractions are really close to each other,” the other paramedic said, turning to gather some of their tools. “He’s not waiting.”

Another contraction hit Troy, and his body pushed on its own. The pressure deepened, expanding through him like a fire trying to find a way out. Muscles he didn’t know he had clenched under the strain as his whole body felt about to tear apart. His abdomen tightened and bulged, rising and shifting as contractions racked through it. He could feel the movement inside, a strange shift of weight as his hips spread and his pelvis trembled with effort to make room for what came. It was as if his bones bent and the seams of his body split apart over and over.

He felt his hole burning raw as pressure forced it wider. The tissues strained and stretched as the fire bit through muscle and skin. The sensation climbed up his spine as the baby pressed lower, making the ring of fire so consuming that it stole his voice and left him choking on his own breath as his body somehow made a way where no way should exist.

“I can’t do this! I’m a man!” Troy repeated, trying to convince himself it was a nightmare. He was heavily panting, so ragged that each inhale and exhale made his throat hurt. Sweat poured from him in shining rivers that ran along his tense muscles. “It burns! It burns, it won’t stop!” he cried when another contraction forced a scream up through his chest.

The paramedics exchanged looks of horror as their training seemed useless in the face of what they saw. Between Troy’s thighs, the impossible was happening: his hole was slowly opening in ways it shouldn’t; the skin flushed and glistened, stretching impossibly wide as the burning tore through him. One paramedic stumbled back, swearing under his breath, while the other froze in stunned disbelief.

Troy screamed again, arching his body and clutching his belly, trying to survive the worst pain he had experienced. Then, his fingers dug into his thighs, and the tendons in his neck strained as the contraction peaked. His body trembled violently as his hole stretched beyond explanation. The baby’s head began to emerge, pressing against flesh never meant to yield. The burning set every nerve on fire, tearing a scream from him as the skin stretched wider and wider, climbing through muscle and bone until his vision blurred.

He screamed again as his back arched off the tile, and the paramedics froze in horrified awe at the sight of the baby’s head coming out. His shout cracked into sobs as the agony tore through him. Still, instinct took over, he bore down, and his voice broke into a ragged cry that echoed in the room. The baby’s head, half emerged, strained his opening to the breaking point, stretching the flesh in a hot circle of pain that felt endless. He could feel the baby pushing lower as the head slid another impossible inch, and the skin of his perineum trembled, struggling to handle the size of the shape coming out.

The paramedics commanded him to breathe, to push, and to hold still, but their words barely registered through Troy’s agony. He screamed again, louder as the head finally slipped free in a rush of blood and fluids. For a breathless instant, he felt relief, but then the shoulders struck. The new pressure was immense, splitting him wider, dragging another broken cry from his chest. His body twisted, and the muscles in his hips spasmed as the first shoulder forced its way out with a terrible, tearing stretch, followed by the second with such a deep pain that it made his vision blur.

The paramedics were shouting, fumbling with towels as they watched the impossible happen. Troy’s entire body shook, and his hands locked around his thighs as instinct drove him to push again. The rest of the baby slid free in a flood of warmth and blood that drenched the floor. He slumped back as the world narrowed to flashes of red light and the ringing in his ears. He could barely stay conscious, gasping like a drowning man as the paramedics worked around him, one holding the infant, the other pressing a hand to his abdomen.

“It’s not over. There are more inside,” the paramedic said as Troy felt something shift deep inside and the pressure changed again.

“No, no. I can’t,” Troy whispered as his eyes rolled back, but a new wave of contractions made him well aware that the nightmare was far from over.

**

Hours later, the beeping woke him up. Troy slowly opened his eyes and saw white light and ceiling tiles. He felt the cool weight of sheets, giving him a tiny sense of comfort amid the immense soreness washing over him. Every inch of him felt like it had a separate complaint. His ribs ached like never before. His hips screamed in pain even without him moving. His thighs burned as if he’d finished a marathon way too fast. And his ass burned like hell.

His abdomen throbbed with a sore ache that reshaped his breathing, but it felt lighter than the last moments of consciousness he could remember before collapsing in the locker room. He softly moved a hand over the sheets, too scared to look beneath them, and felt the softened curve in his middle, oversensitive and sore but not pressured to a breaking point like he remembered. Deep down, he still wanted to think it had all been a nightmare.

He turned his head and saw four bassinets waiting beside the bed, confirming it had all been true. He saw the babies, four cute faces, all wrapped in blue blankets with tiny hats to match. The shock wasn’t an explosion; it was silent and inevitable. For a second, he wanted to deny it, but he knew those babies were his. He had pushed them out of his body; as impossible as it sounded, he had given birth to them.

The door opened, and a nurse entered as he was lost in his thoughts. She had a clipboard under her arm, reading Troy’s information with a soft voice. “Oh. Well, look who’s awake,” she said, noticing Troy was conscious. “Quite the day you’ve had, sweetheart.”

“Where—” Troy asked with a raspy voice. He swallowed and tried again. “Where am I?”

“County General.” She checked his IV port with friendly hands. “EMS brought you in early this morning. You gave everyone quite a scare after all you went through.”

He hesitated, unsure of how to shape the next question. “Through… what?”

The nurse smiled kindly, well-trained in dealing with confused patients. “Childbirth, of course. You gave birth to quadruplets, naturally. You’re lucky to be alive. Most women don’t walk away from a delivery like that, much less men.”

He stared at her, feeling his heartbeat quickening as he processed the information. “It wasn’t real,” he said, trying to convince himself of it. “It was a costume. I put it on as a joke, and it—” An involuntary gasp broke the sentence. “It became part of me.”

“A costume?” She chuckled. “That’s cute. Must be the meds talking. Doctors ran all the scans, twice. Let me read what they wrote in your file,” she said, bringing up the clipboard. “We’ve verified every scan. Structurally, the male patient is fully equipped for gestation. Uterus, cervix, birth canal, and functional mammary tissue—all internally consistent with female anatomy, but uniquely integrated into a male framework. There are secondary hormone regulators we’ve never documented, but they function perfectly.”

“Impossible,” he whispered.

“But here you are. All you, darling. Bodies are full of surprises…” She said, approaching the four bassinets. “You have four perfectly healthy baby boys. They’re actually healthier and larger than any other set of multiples I’ve seen. And, you’ll need to feed them soon.”

“What? I can’t,” he said, turning pale. “I don’t have—”

“Sure, you can.” She reached for him and gently twitched the edge of his gown aside. “Your body’s already doing the work. It only takes some practice.”

He looked down, and his eyes widened in shock. His broad pectorals had changed, getting rounder and heavier as the muscle softened into plump curves that rose and fell with each breath. The skin looked stretched and warm, with faint veins threading beneath the surface. His nipples were darker, swollen, and sensitive. His hand moved toward his chest, but he didn’t dare to touch.

“That’s not me,” he said, denying the obvious. “I can’t have boobs!”

“Sweetheart, it’s very much you. And you seem to have a good amount of milk for your little ones, so let’s give it a try,” she said, lifting the nearest baby and placing the infant into Troy’s arms. “You must have had quite a story for the paramedics. They said you kept shouting about a girl in a cheer uniform.”

His throat closed. “Haley.”

“They didn’t find anyone else at the school. Someone called 911 asking for help, but they said it was a man, and they couldn’t find him,” she went on, helping Troy hold the baby correctly. “Maybe you were disoriented. Perfectly understandable.”

Troy couldn’t respond as he felt the baby nestling against his chest, and instinct rose as he moved him closer to his nipple. The baby immediately opened his mouth and started sucking, sending a shock through him sharp enough to steal his breath. His chest tightened as pressure swelled and milk flowed into the baby’s mouth. He could feel the pull as the baby suckled, realizing his body was obeying rules he’d never known it could follow.

“See?” The nurse said, setting a second baby against him and easing the tiny bundle toward his other breast until the newborn’s searching mouth found its mark and latched with a wet sigh. “It’s beautiful once you get used to it. And I can tell you’ll be doing this quite often with four babies to handle. But you’re doing wonderful so far.”

The dual pull made Troy gasp again. Then the nurse brought the other two baby boys and gently placed them on his lap as they stirred, but didn’t cry. One stretched and the other sighed, but both settled into quiet contentment as they felt the rhythm of his breathing and the heat from his body so close to them. It was a strange but tender moment for a young man who had never thought of having kids, let alone having four at once at such a young age.

“Are they really mine?” Troy asked, still struggling to process the truth and noticing a faint golden touch in the blue of their eyes. “What am I going to tell my parents? And my friends? It cannot be real.”

“They are yours. The babies are healthy, and you are healthy. It’s all that matters. You’re doing just fine; you only need enough time to recover. You’ve got all the equipment, and the doctor says everything is functioning beyond expectations. Just be careful next time, okay?”

“Careful?” he asked, looking up at the nurse’s face.

“Well,” she started, casual but teasingly. “We don’t know how you did it, but evidently, you’re very fertile. Quadruplets on your first try is remarkable. But you’re young, and I wouldn’t want to see you back here in a few months with a sequel, okay?”

He blinked at her, confused, but then his eyes widened in shock. “Wait—fertile? You mean I could actually get pregnant?” His voice cracked, between laughter and panic. “That’s not possible; it didn’t happen naturally. I’m a guy.”

She tilted her head, unbothered, and the corners of her mouth curled into a grin as if enjoying the tug-of-war between his reason and reality. “Your system says otherwise, sweetheart. Uterus, ducts, hormones—textbook setup, all natural and functioning beautifully inside your body. It’s science, not opinion.”

He stared at her, trying to find words to prove she was wrong, but the sound of the babies suckling on his boobs was on her side. “That’s—no, that can’t be—”

“Oh, it can,” she said, slowly walking toward the door. “So if you don’t want another miracle on our hands, it’s best to take precautions. You’ve got all the parts now, and they seem eager to cooperate.” She laughed and stood by the door. “Buzz if you need me.”

She left, and he looked down at the four babies. He thought of the locker room, Haley’s devilish grin, and the golden glow of his eyes. He thought of how the fake belly had become him and how it had expanded before his eyes when Haley walked in. He thought of how he had pushed four babies out of his body. He thought of the word “commitment” and how it used to mean nothing more than getting out of trouble; now it was impossible to escape.

A baby whimpered, and another answered. He adjusted his grip, found the right angle, and breathed, feeling more milk flowing into the babies’ mouths. He had four babies to breastfeed. The warning about another pregnancy felt absurd, and the mere idea made him tremble, but knowing that it was a possibility was terrifying. The nightmare was far from over; if anything, it had become more true than ever.

THE END

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