Billy's Choice - Part 7

Billy and Callum fell into a passionate and sweet rhythm that felt surreal. Their daily routine began with soft breakfasts, filled with Billy’s ever-increasing cravings. The afternoons mixed either college work for Billy or gym time for Callum, and evenings were their time to enjoy each other in all possible ways. Their world spun around two axes: Billy’s expanding body and the deepening connection between them.

Billy’s belly had begun to round more rapidly than either of them expected. By early December, his abdomen stretched outward in a way that made hiding his condition nearly impossible. Hoodies became his lifeline, draped loose and long to cover the pronounced curve. His jeans no longer fit; even sweatpants clung at his hips and thighs, stretching tight where his legs and ass swelled thicker than ever.

His hips and butt had always been broad and thick from years of soccer, but now they had filled out behind him in such a dramatic curve that they gave him a curvaceous silhouette. Strangers couldn’t help but glance, their eyes darting toward the sway of his walk or how his sweatpants rode up across his growing ass.

In lecture halls, he felt the burn of whispers. Even other guys nudged each other and smirked about the boy with the “perfect bubble butt.” At the café, he caught a pair of men staring openly as he bent to grab a napkin.

“How does a guy even get hips like that?” One of them whispered, and Billy’s ears burned as he yanked his hoodie lower.

He even had an older woman chuckle warmly at him in the grocery line. “You’ve got curves women would kill for,” she commented, and Billy blushed fiercely.

Each comment made him want to shrink away, but Callum’s teasing always made him feel better. When Billy relayed the coffee shop whispers, Callum had only grinned and playfully smacked the expanding ass.

“Let them stare. They don’t know you’re mine,” Callum said, growling.

To increase Billy’s concerns, by mid-December, his pectorals began to swell into soft mounds. His nipples darkened, growing tender and achingly sensitive.

One evening, Billy stood shirtless in front of the mirror, prodding at his chest in frustration. “I’m growing boobs, Callum,” he said flatly.

Callum approached and stood behind him. “No. Well, maybe,” Callum whispered, leaning in to kiss Billy’s neck and shoulders. “You’re pregnant, and I guess that’s normal. You’re just growing more beautiful,” he said, lowering his hands to knead Billy’s swollen chest.

Billy groaned at the touch, wincing from the soreness, but Callum was tender. “Don’t… please. Or, please, don’t stop.”

Callum grinned as his thumbs circled soothingly. “Relax and allow me to work my magic,” Callum said softly. “Your body’s just getting ready to feed the babies. Don’t fight it. Embrace it. It’s beautiful.”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Ugh. I’ll end up needing a bra if I grow boobs,” he said, breathing heavily and leaning into Callum’s touch.

Callum chuckled, massaging more firmly. “If you do, I’ll be the one to buy it and strap you in. I’ll have so much fun with it.”

The joke made Billy snort as his cheeks flushed. Callum dipped his head lower, brushing his lips across one sensitive nipple, making Billy gasp in surprise.

“Oh. How does it make you feel?” Callum said, playfully licking around Billy’s nipple.

“Like you better be willing to do something more than licking,” Billy said, half embarrassed, half horny, unable to hide how Callum’s touch set his body alight. He gestured downward, and Callum saw Billy’s cock hardening in his pants. Billy’s frustration melted into a needy heat, letting himself lean back into Callum’s arms, sighing as his hands clutched at Callum’s, knowing where this playfulness was leading them next.

*

Aside from the softening chest, second-trimester symptoms struck in waves. Heartburn plagued Billy after late-night snacking; fatigue often left him collapsing onto the couch mid-afternoon. Mild swelling in his ankles made his shoes tighter and his steps slower. And then there were the mood swings: one moment, he was radiant, laughing with Callum about baby names, rubbing his belly with joy. Next, he broke down in tears, gripped by fear and shame about his condition.

One rainy evening, Billy curled on Callum’s couch, sobbing into the big guy’s chest. “I shouldn’t even be able to do this. What if people find out? What if they think I’m a freak and that these babies…”

Callum cupped his face firmly. “Hey, hey. You’re not a freak, Billy. You’re perfect. And anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve you,” he said, kissing Billy’s lips.

Callum’s love deepened each day. He became Billy’s rock, always ready to massage aching calves, kiss Billy’s lips, or wrap his arms around the rounded middle. Their evenings often ended in tender cuddles that turned into kisses and then into intense fuck sessions.

Sometimes, Billy felt overwhelmed by all the attention. “You’re too good for me,” he whispered one evening, lying naked in Callum’s arms, with his belly resting between them.

Callum only shook his head and kissed him. “No. You’re perfect for me.”

Billy couldn’t help but smile when Callum said something so sweet in his ear. The guy was perfect in all senses. However, deep down, Billy’s emotions were still conflicted because Antonio remained a shadow on his mind. The older man called sporadically, sometimes full of gentle concern, other times cold and distant.

One evening, Antonio called late. Billy curled up in bed and picked up eagerly, only to be met with clipped words. “I’ve been busy. I can’t always check in. Look, are you okay?”

Billy’s throat tightened. “Yeah. I am. I’m just pregnant, you know. That’s hard enough,” he said, and silence stretched. “The babies are healthy, by the way.”

“I know. And that’s great, but this is hard for me, too,” Antonio responded, and the call ended quickly, leaving Billy staring at the dark ceiling, wondering why he still expected a better reaction from Antonio when Callum was entirely devoted to caring for him.

His emotions were a mess, and Billy’s body decided to draw his attention to another issue to make him forget about Antonio. His balls had always been big, and during the pregnancy, they had swollen from hormonal surges. But now they ached daily as they produced far more cum than he could manage alone. The hormones were driving him crazy, even in this.

Walking across campus left him wincing sometimes, not only due to the weight of his belly but also the discomfort of his balls swinging between his thighs or crammed in his underwear. He would shift in his seat constantly during lecture, trying to ease the throbbing fullness. Once, in the library, he had to excuse himself abruptly because the ache was so sharp it made him groan. Even grocery runs became a gamble since bending to reach a lower shelf sometimes pressed his swollen bulge uncomfortably against his pants, leaving him flushed with embarrassment as he also learned to navigate with his belly on the way.

Callum was always more than willing to help with this issue. In the evenings, Billy would often climb into Callum’s lap, with his cheeks burning, and whisper about how unbearable the fullness had gotten. Callum always grinned and welcomed him with tender hands.

“So… tell me, Billy,” Callum would tease. “What do you want me to do?”

Billy would laugh, leaning in to kiss Callum’s neck. “Don’t act like you don’t know it. Come on… Help me out here, and I might reward you later,” he said, pulling Callum’s hands to rest on his rounded ass.

Their bond only deepened through these routines. What began as an urgent necessity often turned into long, passionate sessions that left Billy trembling in Callum’s arms, with a thick cum load deep in his guts, making him feel fuller. The whole session always left Billy melting into Callum’s chest, whispering through shaky breaths how grateful he was for having Callum there. He felt safe in these moments, but everything was still confusing deep inside.

One weekend in mid-December, Callum was away, and Billy stubbornly tried to go without cumming until Callum returned. At first, he thought he could manage the pressure, telling himself that maybe if he just rested more or distracted himself with schoolwork, the heaviness would ease. Instead, by the second day, the fullness had become unbearable. His groin throbbed with every movement, and his swollen balls stretched his sweatpants obscenely, giving him some trouble moving.

His balls no longer felt like the heavy orbs he had grown used to dealing with—they ballooned steadily over the hours, and each shift in his body made them swell larger, dragging downward with a constant pulling ache. By Sunday evening, the change was frightening: each ball was nearly soccer-ball sized, round and taut, the skin drawn tight as though his body was desperately trying to keep up with the pregnancy’s hormonal surge and the cum production.

Billy’s belly had grown so round it strained even his baggiest hoodies, his hips were wide, his ass pronounced, and his chest was tender. His middle pushed forward, giving him some trouble, and now below it hung this impossible bulge.

Walking from his couch to the kitchen made him groan aloud, and the weight forced his thighs apart as the sweatpants stretched dangerously. Even sitting offered little relief because their size pressed against his legs and belly so that he hunched over, groaning, with one hand instinctively clutching the underside of the swollen spheres and the other bracing the small of his back. He shuffled around the apartment clumsily, embarrassed and scared at how he had underestimated how necessary Callum’s help had become.

When Callum finally returned late that night, he found Billy on the couch, sprawling across in discomfort, naked. Callum’s eyes widened at the size hanging between Billy’s thighs, but instead of panic, his face showed concern and amusement.

“Damn! Billy—why didn’t you call me?” Callum asked, slowly approaching.

Billy blushed, looking down at his round belly and overinflated balls. “I thought I could handle it, and maybe I wanted to give you a lot to play with when you got back,” he said, blushing even more and smirking.

The admission made Callum chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief as he knelt. His hands cupped Billy’s massive orbs, and their weight spilled over his palms. “You always find a way to surprise me,” Callum said. “And if this is what you saved up for me, then I guess I’ll just have to earn it.”

Billy groaned as Callum’s thumbs pressed gently at first, then with steady strokes over the taut skin. Billy’s cock hardened quickly from the touch, throbbing against his belly, making him gasp as his whole body shivered. Callum worked patiently, massaging the swollen balls with fascination, and admiring how wonderful the pregnant guy looked. His fingers alternated between kneading the heavy sacs and stroking Billy’s cock, letting his other hand travel up to rub circles over Billy’s round belly, then move higher to pinch and massage his tender chest.

Billy whimpered at the contact on his nipples, arching into Callum’s touch as pleasure took over him. Callum leaned in close, grinning and playfully kissing Billy’s neck. The combination of Callum’s strokes on his cock, the careful pressure on his overfilled balls, and the soothing rubs across his belly made Billy writhe, caught between the overwhelming discomfort and the rising bliss.

Billy moaned louder as Callum lowered his head and took the head of the thick cock into his mouth, skillfully moving his tongue along the underside of his shaft while one hand kept kneading his swollen balls and the other stroked over his belly and chest. The wet heat of Callum’s mouth made Billy nearly lose his mind. He gasped and bucked helplessly as every nerve responded to the combination of suction, tongue, and steady massage overwhelming him.

The tension built until Billy’s back arched, and with a broken cry, he came, thick streams erupting in a torrent so great it coated Callum’s chest, arms, and even the couch around them. Callum only laughed softly, swallowing part of the massive cum shoot and marveling as Billy’s climax went on and on, fueled by days of neglect and the size of his swollen reservoirs.

When it finally slowed, Billy collapsed against the cushions, panting, with his balls already visibly deflating, shrinking slowly back toward their usual swollen-but-manageable size.

Callum kissed Billy’s inner thigh and then climbed up beside him. Both guys were sticky and glistening, and the big guy pulled Billy into a kiss that was messy and desperate. “Maybe you should repeat this more often. Waiting a few days,” Callum whispered against Billy’s lips.

Billy’s eyes closed. “Don’t count on that. But we’ll talk about it later,” he said, catching his breath and rubbing his belly, spreading the cum all over the taut surface. “Now… you emptied my balls, and I need to be filled somewhere else.”

Callum only smiled, kissing him deeper. “Yes, you do. I’ve been saving my load for that. And soon you won’t have to attend classes, so you’ll be mine all day long,” Callum said, feeling his cock stir against Billy.

*

As December unfolded, holiday preparations started. The weather was colder, allowing Billy to wear thicker clothes that hid his rounded shape better. Christmas didn’t only feel like a good moment to relax, but Callum made sure that Billy would enjoy every single moment.

One evening, Callum returned with a massive Christmas tree strapped to his shoulders. He brought in boxes of garlands, lights, and ornaments, filling the apartment with the scent of evergreen. Billy stationed himself on the couch like a director, rubbing his pregnant belly and issuing commands—“More to the left,” “Higher”—while Callum did the heavy lifting, stringing lights and wrestling the tree into place.

When the decorating was nearly complete, Callum insisted that Billy should place the star. Billy laughed nervously, patting his belly. “I’m hardly climbing anything these days.”

But Callum only winked, slipped his arms around Billy’s waist, and with a sudden lift hoisted him high. Billy’s massive ass hovered near Callum’s face, making him chuckle as the round globes filled his view. Billy’s cheeks flamed, but he reached forward with the star in hand and carefully hooked it onto the top. The lights twinkled across his belly as he stretched. He felt light in Callum’s hands, even despite being heavier than ever.

Once the star was secure, Callum lowered him—not to the floor, but into his arms in a honeymoon carry. Billy gasped and then laughed, wrapping his arms around Callum’s neck. They kissed passionately in front of the glowing tree as the scent of pine surrounded them.

Decorating together felt fantastic, but they also bonded over food. Billy’s cravings reached new heights—no longer occasional, but insatiable, filling every hour of the day now that he was on break from classes. Mornings began with stacks of pancakes drenched in syrup, followed by entire trays of gingerbread cookies that vanished before noon.

He’d move to savory by midday, demolishing sandwiches stacked three high with turkey, cheese, pickles, and mustard, then circling back to leftover pie or frosted cupcakes. Afternoons saw him plowing through bowls of popcorn, salted nuts, and even mashed potatoes that Callum reheated for him. When the sun went down, the cycle didn’t stop—Billy would munch through a pizza on his own, then an hour later he would be spooning ice cream straight from the carton. He was insatiable.

At night, the cravings grew louder. Billy woke Callum in the middle of the night when they stayed together, whining for something salty, and his belly rumbled as he clutched it. Callum would roll out of bed without complaint, padding to the kitchen to fry bacon or reheat lasagna, yawning but smiling at the sight of Billy perched on the counter, rubbing his round belly beneath his hoodie. It was a beautiful sight.

Sometimes, Billy ate straight from Callum’s hand, nibbling and licking at his fingers with eyes shining with gratitude and embarrassment. Other nights, he demanded odd combinations—pickles with whipped cream, pretzels dunked in hot fudge—making Callum laugh even as he indulged them.

“I can’t stop,” Billy said once, with his cheeks full of pastry and crumbs scattering across his hoodie. “I’m starving.”

Callum only kissed his forehead. “Then don’t. Feed the babies.”

Billy’s body showed every bite. His belly stretched farther, taut and round; his ass ballooned to impossible fullness, forcing sweatpants to cling to every curve. His chest swelled softer, nipples tingling, and his thighs thickened until he waddled more than walked. And Callum never looked at him with anything but awe.

*

By December 22, Billy was 24 weeks pregnant. He had an appointment with his doctor, but before it, he paused at the mirror in the clinic restroom and barely recognized the reflection. His formerly average frame was now overtaken by the heavy curve of his belly, hips flaring so wide that his coat strained across them, and an ass that rounded boldly under the cotton joggers. Even his chest had taken on a softness that showed through the thick hoodie.

He tugged his winter coat closed, though it could barely meet at the zipper, and smoothed the fabric over the firm swell. There was no way to disguise how his butt jutted proudly, and the curves commanded attention whether he wanted them to or not.

Callum teased him gently in the waiting room, leaning close to whisper, “Every person here is jealous. You’re glowing, Billy,” and Billy blushed, resting both hands on his round middle as though to shield the babies from the world’s gaze.

Then, in the doctor’s office, the nurse guided him onto the scale, and the numbers blinked back: 209.3 pounds. Billy felt the figure settle in his chest as Callum squeezed his hand. They moved from station to station: blood pressure check, blood draw, and measurements of his growing belly, each step confirming how far his body had come. Then, the doctor pressed across his abdomen, the twins kicked in response, and Billy flushed with pride and disbelief.

When the doctor ran the ultrasound, two steady heartbeats filled the room, making Billy’s eyes blur with tears. The screen showed the boys squirming and stretching in their cramped home. Their outlines were so vivid that Billy could hardly breathe, and Callum stared in awed shock. The doctor reassured them that the babies were perfect, but advised Billy to be careful given the extraordinary circumstances of the pregnancy.

After the appointment, they headed to the mall to pick up last-minute gifts. The crowds and bright decorations only magnified Billy’s self-consciousness; every reflective surface showed him a belly-first silhouette with a sway of hips and an unmistakable curve at the back. Callum carried the heavier bags, walking close so Billy could lean against him when fatigue struck. It felt like a perfect moment for both.

However, Antonio appeared. He spotted them near a clothing store, and for a moment, Billy’s heart stopped. Antonio looked much the same, but his expression shifted the instant he took in Billy’s size and the protective way Callum hovered.

“Hey, Billy,” Antonio said, clearly nervous. “Hey,” he added, toward Callum.

The three of them stood awkwardly. Callum’s jaw clenched, and his arm slipped instinctively around Billy’s shoulders, pulling him closer, as if to stake a claim. Billy’s hands moved almost without thought to his belly, rubbing nervously at the taut curve as the babies stirred—a small protective gesture he couldn’t stop. Antonio’s gaze lingered on the swell beneath Billy’s coat, then flicked to Callum with unmistakable jealousy.

Billy’s breath hitched as his cheeks heated and his thumb traced circles over the stretched fabric. “Hi, Antonio.”

“So, we should talk,” Antonio said quickly, almost desperately, as his eyes darted back to Billy’s abdomen. “Maybe we could have lunch together?”

Billy’s breath caught. He loved Callum and needed him—but Antonio’s presence still stirred something. He was the father of the twins inside him after all.

Callum’s eyes darkened at the invitation, tightening his grip around Billy. “We already had lunch, thanks,” Callum said, but Antonio ignored him, fixed only on Billy.

Billy nodded shakily, torn between guilt and longing. “I’d love lunch. I’m still hungry.”

Callum stiffened at his side as hurt flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing, only carried the shopping bags a little more forcefully. Meanwhile, Billy wanted to tell Callum he chose him, that he was his, but Antonio’s shadow loomed too large. And so, for now, he remained caught between them, feeling Antonio’s babies stir inside him as his hormones skyrocketed and his heart split down the middle.

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