Knocked Up Nights Ch. 5

CHAPTER FIVE

"So a sexy, striptease sort of thing?" Brad asked as he continued anxiously fiddling with his soon to be shed attire.

"That would be perfect," Tim nodded as he turned on the camera. "I'll give direction or pointers if needed, but mostly, just do your best and whatever you feel comfortable with."

Brad nodded as he unzipped his hoodie, pulled it off and casually tossed it over the nearest chair, not realizing Tim had already started filming, thinking he would've heard, "Action!" or something. He did realize that while taking off his hoodie, his shirt had ridden further up his belly, now exposing its full lower curve. He seemed to be the only one concerned by that…

"Nice…" Tim cooed. "You're definitely bigger than you were in your pictures."

Brad chuckled as he gave in to exposing some more flesh, knowing he was going to be exposing a lot more of it soon enough. "I get a little bigger every day, some more than others."

"Of course you do, you big, twin-filled stud! Now how 'bout you take that tiny shirt off and give us a little show?" Pete suggested from his seat as he watched the show that again, without Brad's knowledge, had already begun.

The pregnant man nodded before pulling off his cap, which he also tossed aside. Then, slowly, he pulled his shirt the rest of the way up and away from his bloating torso. Once it too was off and tossed aside, Brad brought his large hands down to his shoulders and then with unexpected confidence, moved them down and all around his still quite muscular but undeniably plumpening chest, where he used his thumbs and forefingers to tease and tug on his thickened nipples. Some thirty seconds later, Brad moved his hands to his belly and began exploring the already large bulge, each appendage traveling a different direction for several seconds before meeting up at his navel and moving down in unison to the shorts he still had on. He struggled to get them undone for a moment but then they suddenly popped open and dropped, sliding down his thick, meaty thighs to his sneaker-clad feet.

"Sorry…" Brad apologized as he carefully stepped out of them. "Are you… rolling?"

"Yep!" Tim confirmed.

"Oh, OK… So far so good?"

"So far, so great! Keep it up!"

"Alright," Brad nodded as he turned to give the camera he now knew to be rolling, a side shot of his fecund body.

With his left side aimed at the camera, he made sure to use that hand to not only touch and rub that side of his belly, but that pec too. He used his right to fondle his cock and balls which once again, were straining against the confines of his jockstrap.

"Holy shit! I'm just realizing you don't have ANY stretch marks!" Pete suddenly shouted.

"I'm just as surprised as you are!" Brad admitted with a chuckle.

"Even if things don't work out between us, but I hope they do, we'll set you up with some incredible lotion from our doctor," Pete promised.

As Brad nodded, it suddenly hit him… He was hard. Rock hard. As he ran his hand over it, he felt his cock really testing the pouch of the jockstrap. Reasoning "the time had come," he stopped rubbing his belly long enough to remove his strained and rather flimsy excuse for underwear, playfully tossing it at the camera once he had it in hand. Naked save for his socks, pretty much everything was now out on display, including his meaty cock and hefty balls.

From his perch behind the camera, Tim gave him a big grin. "Looks like someone's a natural performer!"

Just a few weeks back, Brad certainly wouldn't have given himself that title but now, as he turned to face the camera again, his right hand circled back around his cock and started stroking it. He let himself moan as he did, playing with his belly with his other hand as Pete and Tim watched silently, both pleasantly surprised, shocked and awed. Bring ad didn't realize he did (let alone mean to,) but he naturally commanded attention. His in-person "audition" had yet to reach the five minute mark and already, both heads of Swollen Studio knew they had a big (and soon-to-be bigger) star on their hands, if they managed to sign him…

A couple minutes later, with one last deep and extra loud moan, Brad came explosively, shooting far out in front of him as well as up onto the lower swell of his belly. He coaxed the last few dribbles of seed out and onto his fingers, then brought them up to his mouth to lick and suck them clean as his other hand went down to his belly and rubbed in all the sticky baby batter he'd coated it.

"That was awesome!" Tim clapped. "Incredible!" He shouted. "You're a total natural, Brad!"

"Agreed!" Pete nodded emphatically. "You were amazing!"

Upon receiving such rave reviews, Brad should've been quite pleased. He somewhat was, but he felt more silly and embarrassed about what he'd done… Quick as he could, he gathered the clothes he'd shed, pulling his shorts on without bothering to put his jock back on. He wanted to be covered again as soon as possible.

"You guys really liked it?" He asked, surprise evident as he walked back to his chair with his shirt still in hand.

"Liked it?!" Pete shouted as he rushed around the table and moved behind the pregnant stud to give his still bare shoulders a gentle shake. "I loved it! That was so fuckin' hot!"

"It really was," Tim agreed as he turned the camera off. "What you just did was incredible considering you don't have any experience! So allow me to be the first to officially say that without a doubt, we want you to join Swollen… I think, no, I know, you're just the guy we need to take us to the next level, so whaddaya say?" He asked with a wag of his brows.

Embarrassed as he still felt, Brad only took a second to think about it before responding with a nod and a grin, "I think I'd like that!"

Suddenly, and seemingly out of nowhere, Pete produced a contract for him to sign. He and Tim spent the next forty minutes going over it with their newest, and soon-to-be biggest and most important star. They answered any questions Brad had and openly discussed Brad's compensation with him, from the amount he'd be paid per scene (which varied, depending on what the scene entailed, such as if he bottomed or topped, gave and/or received oral, or had more than one partner.) On top of all those potentially lucrative variables, Brad was also going to be paid a share of the profits from video purchases.

Far from dumb, he knew how much he'd ultimately make depended on what he did and how many people agreed to pay to see him, but he was surprised and impressed by the earning possibility, even just on the lower end of the spectrum! Despite all the money, praise and adoration being thrown at him, Brad still just couldn't wrap his head around the appeal he apparently possessed, but the more he talked with Tim and Pete, the more excited he got, and from there, things just continued to get better…

Brad would get additional perks for being the latest guy added to Swollen's roster… He'd get his own driver and assistant (Josh,) his own house to live in for the rest of his pregnancy and the two weeks following giving birth, a personal trainer, a chef service, a housekeeper, and free access to Swollen's top-notch medical team. Just as Josh (who till then, Brad thought he'd only see one more time for his ride to the hotel) had predicted, the pregnant man was very surprised and impressed.

He was surprised again when the studio execs asked him what types of scenes he could see himself doing? As it turned out, they were all in agreement… Pete and Tim wanted Brad to be the star of a new line for the studio, a more "manly" one, with a deeper, more developed plotline and dialog. By the time their conversation drew to a close, all three men were excited to start working together.

"Now, the only thing left before you sign on the dotted line is for you to be cleared by our doctor," Pete said before clarifying, "For insurance purposes, of course… Once he's given you the good to go, you're officially welcomed to Swollen Studios!"

"Sounds good to me!" A surprisingly excited Brad grinned. "So when do I get to see the doctor?"

"As soon as we finish up here," Tim replied. "Which is… right now! Josh can take you straight to the office."

"Just like that?" Brad asked as he pulled on his shirt. "No appointment necessary?"

"Nope. Due to the nature of our business, we found it best to work with just one doctor, who sees all our guys," Tim explained. "His name is Dr. Hamilton, and he's the best of the best. While Josh is driving you over, I'll call and let him know you're on the way," he said as he stood.

Brad took that as his cue to stand as well, which he did with a grunt. "I can't think you guys enough," he said as he shook the hands of his new bosses (so long as he got the OK from the doctor.) "I'm excited to see Dr. Hamilton and hopefully, get everything finalized."

After the doubly pregnant man had gathered the clothes he hadn't put back on, Tim and Pete walked him to the door. Pete promised to call Brad once he heard from Dr. Hamilton, which had him positively beaming as he made his way back to the Escalade.

"I'm assuming that big grin means everything went well?" Josh asked as he opened Brad's door.

"Everything went great!" The studio's newest star gushed. "All I need to do is get the go 'head from the doctor, then you can officially say hello to Swollen's newest performer!"

"Congrats, man!" Josh said once he was back in the driver's seat. "Let's get you over there and check out!"

Back inside the studio, Pete and Tim were ecstatic. "What a fucking find, Pete!"

"I told you!" The casting director replied with a contented sigh as he plopped back down in his chair. "He's perfect! He's the key to taking us to the next level! Just imagine the following he'll build! We just signed the first guy pregnant with multiples to Swollen!"

"Almost…" Tim had to remind. "Hamilton still has to give him the all clear. Speaking of our fine doctor, I need to call and tell him to expect a new patient," he said as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

"Before you call…"

"Yes?"

"Are we gonna ask Hamilton to do what he usually does?" Pete asked.

"You mean give him the shot?" Tim asked back with a chuckle as he started to dial.

"Right. I don't know if we should though since he's having…"

"Twins? That's all the more reason to!" Tim huffed. "Why wouldn't we want Brad and those babies as big as possible?!"

Pete sighed. Well…"

"Hamilton!" Tim shouted into the phone. "Our hopefully newest star is on his way over to get checked out. I need you t let me know as soon as you say he's OK, got it? And as long as you clear him, I want you to give him the shot, but be ready to potentially double the does," he instructed. "Why..? You'll see…" he chuckled. "Anyway, his name is Brad, and he's almost six months along. He…"

***

Now that Brad was in a (much) better mood, he talked excitedly with Josh as he drove him to the doctor's. He told him all about the interview, including a full recap of the impromptu striptease he'd been asked to perform.

"Wow… Wish I could've been there to see that!" Josh replied, eyes and smile both wide after hearing and mentally picturing each hot detail his doubly pregnant passenger had provided.

Brad teasingly wagged his finger. "You're gonna have to wait to see me perform till after Dr. Hamilton hopefully gives me the all clear."

The ride to the doctor's office didn't take long as it wasn't too far from the studio. Short as it was, the distance made a big difference… Brad was surprised to see the office was located in a medium-sized, Craftsman-style bungalow, that had been nicely renovated just like its neighbors. Josh explained the neighborhood had been in a sad state till a few years ago, when a developer came in and purchased all the neglected properties and converted them into various small businesses, while restoring and preserving a pleasant, homey, neighborhood feel.

"That's cool," Brad said as he stepped out of the SUV and continued to look around. "I was expecting some fancy, LA-type place, but this is cute."

Josh chuckled. "You haven't seen the inside yet. It's nice and homey, but there's no mistaking it for anything other than a doctor's office."

"Makes sense," Brad shrugged. "So are you gonna wait out here?"

"Yep," the driver nodded as he began working on his shirt's buttons. "Gonna work on my tan."

Though he was anxious and eager to see the doctor, Brad found himself frozen in place as Josh removed his shirt, revealing just the muscular torso he'd imagined. His shirt off but still in hand, Josh balled it up and proceeded to hop up onto the hood of the Escalade before climbing onto its roof, placing the ball of fabric down before laying back and settling it behind his head.

"Well, that explains the nice tan!" Brad chuckled.

"This is Cali, baby!" Josh replied with a chuckle of his own. "It's pretty much the law to be tan."

"Well I don't wanna get in trouble already, so I guess I better start working on mine," the former foreman said as he pulled his shirt up a little to show off a portion of his pale, lower belly. "I'm pretty pasty…"

"Yeah, you are! We'll have to work on that so you don't get arrested, now get in there!" He shooed Brad towards the doctor's. "As much as I like tanning, I don't wanna end up a dried out, wrinkly raisin, so go do what you need to do!"

"Alright, later man," Brad waved over his shoulder as he made his way up the front walk, slowing some as he neared the door, unsure of what to do when he got there… "Do I…"

"Ring the bell!"

He did as instructed and a moment later, the door buzzed. With a sigh, he reached for the knob, turned it and stepped inside.

The front of the house, which the construction worker guessed had once been the living room, had been converted into a waiting area with a few tasteful, notably oversized chairs and a long sofa. A large TV hung on one wall while a beautiful saltwater aquarium was built into the other, a large coffee table with various magazines centering the space. Naturally, most of the magazine's had to do with male pregnancy. Brad when about to grab one when a voice from behind startled him.

"You must be Brad!"

The slightly spooked pregnant man straightened back up to his full height and turned around. "I am," he said as he was met by the sight of another man, this one older than him. "You must be Dr. Hamilton."

"In the flesh!" The doctor confirmed with a warm smile and firm handshake. "Apologies for startling you."

'You could startle me any time,' Brad said in his head, laughing literally at the porno-esque line he'd conjured up. Hamilton looked to be in his early forties and stood around 5'10" tall, with an athletic build. His brown hair was beginning to gray, giving him that more mature look Brad always found appealing and like Josh, he had a great tan. The only people in LA Brad had met so far that weren't tan were Pete and Tim, probably because the studio kept them busy.

"Shall we go to my office?" Hamilton asked as he led the way. It was a short trip, the space located judt off the waiting area, probably in what had once been a home office. "So Tim called and told me you were thinking about joining the Swollen Studios family," he said once they were both seated on either side of his desk.

Brad shook his head. "Not even thinking about it… I'm definitely going to so long as I get your OK."

"Well alrighty then!" The doctor smiled and nodded as he opened his laptop. "Lets get started… We'll begin with you answering some basic questions regarding your pregnancy. I understand you're just about six months along with twins?"

"That's right," Brad confirmed with a pat to his belly.

"Has there been anything or any complications you think I should be aware of?" Hamilton asked as he typed.

"No issues so far. I was told everything's going fine by my doctor back at home."

The doctor continued with his questions, typing away on his laptop as Brad responded. After about ten minutes, he'd heard all he needed and said it was time to move on to a physical exam and sonogram and led him to an examination room.

When they got there, per instructions, Brad began stripping down to his underwear, only to remember too late he didn't have any on. "Sorry…" he apologized with an anxious laugh. "I had a jockstrap on earlier, but Pete and Tim asked me to do a little, well…" he paused. "Audition for them and when it was over, I was in a hurry to get dressed," he explained, recalling his embarrassment as it flared up anew.

Dr. Hamilton smiled and chuckled as he eyed his newest patient's lower body. "A jockstrap seems like a… fitting choice. You're quite well-endowed," he noted with a nod towards Brad's naked bulge.

"Thanks," the doubly pregnant man blushed as he pulled off his shirt, realizing he really needed to get more comfortable being naked in front of others and soon, if his "career" in porn was going to be successful.

"No underwear will make your weight more accurate," the OB-GYN winked as he directed Brad over to the scale in the corner of the room. "What was your pre-pregnancy weight?" He asked as Brad stepped on.

"230 lbs, give or take," he replied as he watched the doctor balance the counterweight.

"Up to 276 now," he remarked once he had. "A little high for this point, but nothing to be worried about. Now let's measure that growing belly of yours," he said as he reached into a nearby drawer and produced a measuring tape.

Brad stepped off the scale and walked to the center of the room. Dr. Hamilton handed over one end of the tape and told him to hold it at the widest point of his belly, which due to the twins' current positions, was located just below his navel, which for the time being, remained an innie.

After walking a wide circle around his patient, Hamilton joined his end of the tape to the other and announced, "Forty-five and a half inches… Are you sure you only have two in there?"

"What?! You're kidding, right?!"

"I'm teasing," the good looking, older man confirmed with a wink. "Well, I think I am… A doctor can't say for sure till they see for themselves, so let's move onto the sonogram and I'll tell you what I see," he said as he pointed Brad to the table. "Sometimes…" he continued as he waited for the sexy, expectant stud to climb on. "In a multiples' pregnancy, there's just so many arms, legs and everything else that things can be missed or miscounted, but we'll know for sure in a few minutes."

As he sat down on the edge of the table in just his socks, a fresh wave of anxiety washed over Brad. Even though he said he'd been teasing, Dr. Hamilton had gone on to say there was a possibility he might be having more than twins. Unlikely as that was, it got the former foreman almost as worked up as he'd been before his interview and striptease!

"People have been saying I'm big, but am I really that big?" He asked as he rubbed his already tightly packed middle. "Obviously I'm not a doctor, but I think I grew a lot this past month… Maybe too much? Maybe because I'm actually not having twins, but…"

"I'm pretty sure it's just twins," Hamilton assured with a smile as he prepped the sonogram equipment. "If it is, you're not too big, just rather large, but in a good way, I promise," he nodded as he tested the wand on his hand. "We want the babies big and healthy when they're born and even though it might not seem like it you, but given your size to start, I think you've gained the proper amount so far."

"But I've already gained 46 lbs!"

"Yes, but for good reason. You're pregnant, Brad! It's not like you're getting all fat and flabby…"

"I feel like I'm getting fatter and flabbier every day!" Brad groaned.

"But you were a big guy to begin with," Hamilton reiterated. "Do you know how much you weighed when you were born?"

"Over ten pounds."

"And the babies' other father… How big was he?"

"Um, I'm not sure..?" Brad sheepishly replied.

"Say no more," the doctor waved. "Just know that since you were a large baby and let's just say, a man of healthy proportions to begin with, there's a good chance you'll produce some large babies yourself."

"Well that's comforting!" The pregnant man snorted as he played with the thin paper he was sitting on. "Even less comforting is the fact you've got me worried I might be having more than two!"

"We'll see if that's the unlikely case in just a minute," Hamilton promised with another smile as he grabbed a bottle of clear, bluish gel from some sort of device sitting on the nearby counter.

From visits to his doctor back home, Brad recognized the opaque substance as what was used to coat his growing middle so its contents could be observed. Probably because he'd always thought everything in Los Angeles was fancy, he was surprised at the plainness of the bottle… It looked like one that would be found at a diner or cheap burger joint, holding ketchup or mustard.

"Now lay back, please," the handsome doctor requested as he gave the bottle a few shakes, forcing the gel down to the dispensing end.

Slowly and with several grunts, Brad eased himself back and down onto the table till he was flat on his back. Craving his neck forward, he let out a sigh when he saw how high his belly already "towered" over him. He sighed again, this time louder when he realized that should he see Dr. Hamilton again, the next time he did, his belly would be even "taller" and probably a good deal as babies did most of their growing during the third trimester, which they'd soon reach…

Which is why Brad was here, both at the doctor's and in LA… He was there because he was pregnant (hopefully just with twins) and so long as Hamilton gave him the OK, he'd use that to his "advantage" to do something he never otherwise would've had the chance to: make porn. Pregnant porn…

At some point while having all these thoughts, Brad had closed his eyes, so he didn't see the studio doctor approach, nor did he see him raise the bottle of gel over his pregnancy, just above its apex. He sure felt it though…

"Oooh, wow!" He exhaled as surprisingly warm gel came in contact with his taut and therefore, extra sensitive skin. "That feels good!"

"I'm glad," Hamilton replied. "I started warming the gel a few years ago after almost always getting complaints. Don't get them anymore!" He chuckled as he continued squeezing the bottle, moving it around to get all he needed of Brad's belly covered, of which, there was already a good deal. "Now if you're ready…" he said as he set the bottle down. "We'll get started."

"Please!" Brad nodded, opened eyes raised to the ceiling, refusing to look anywhere else, most especially the monitor he was suddenly scared to look at. "Tell me what you see!"

"I will, shortly…" the OB-GYN chuckled. "Just need to get my bearings," he said as he began his explorations at the top of Brad's pregnancy, just below his full pecs which thanks to gravity and their recently added heft, now hung slightly to the sides. They weren't boobs yet, still pecs, but their potential transformation had definitely begun.

Hamilton centered his all-seeing wand beneath and between them and then gently pressed down as he slowly moved lower and from side to side across Brad's rounded expanse. As he did, Brad alternated between staring at the ceiling and tightly shutting his eyes. He knew it wasn't at all likely, but till he heard the doctor confirm he was having twins, he continued to worry he was going to hear the word triplets. After what felt like an eternity but had only been a few seconds, he couldn't take the wait anymore and turned to look at the monitor, eyes practically shooting lasers at it even though they had no idea what they were looking at.

Finally, after what seemed to Brad like two eternities, during which he'd traversed and explored his whole spherical gut, Dr.  Hamilton gave his simple response. "Two. I just see two."

The proclamation was anticlimactic to say the least, but it was just what Brad had wanted to hear. He let out a giant, very loud and long sigh of relief. "Oh thank God! So I guess that means they're just big..?"

"I'd say they're a good size," the doctor confirmed as he continued his look around. "Do you know the genders yet?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

Brad thought about it for a second before shrugging his beefy shoulders as he looked from the monitor he still couldn't decipher over and down to his rounded belly. "I guess it wouldn't hurt..? I'm like 99% sure I'm going to give them up for adoption, but that doesn't mean I'm not curious to know what I've got growing inside me..?" He shrugged again.

Dr. Hamilton moved his wand around some more before announcing it looked like Brad was expecting two boys. "I might be wrong though…" he cautioned. "There's a lot of fingers and toes, one or two of which might be in just the right place to make it look like, well, you know…" he chuckled.

"I'm growing to," Brad chuckled back. "Literally!"

"That and it goes without saying that everything gets sort of squished together when there's more than one…"

"But not more than two, right?" He asked again to be sure.

"Not more than two. That's my official prognosis."

"Good!" The confirmed to be doubly pregnant man sighed again before letting out another small laugh. "Wow… Two boys, huh? That's nice…"

"I'm sure even if I'm wrong, you'll make some very nice family very happy," Hamilton smiled as he began wiping off Brad's belly, which took a few towels. As he walked the dirtied linens over to the nearby hamper, he told his newest patient to get dressed then meet him back in his office before seeing himself out of the exam room.

Having suddenly become so preoccupied by the new worry he might be pregnant with more than two, Brad couldn't say he knew how Dr. Hamilton thought everything had gone… As such, he dressed in a hurry, carrying his shoes instead of bothering to put them back on, anxious to hear whether he'd been cleared to work in his new "field."

"So..?" He asked as he sat down again across from the doctor. "Did I pass?"

"With flying colors!" Hamilton nodded. "From everything I saw, you have been and continue to be progressing well, and I don't forget there being any issues, so allow me to be the first to officially welcome you to the Swollen Studios family!" He grinned as he reached across his desk to shake Brad's hand. "Congratulations!"

Brad grinned from ear to ear as he completed the handshake. "Thanks! This is so exciting!"

The handsome doctor smiled again as handshake finished, the pair sat back in their respective chairs. "It's… refreshing for someone to be excited to join us. Don't get me wrong…" he shook his head. "Most of the other guys are great, but most of them weren't or still aren't too excited to be pregnant."

"I wouldn't say I'm excited either," Brad clarified. "It's more that for whatever reason, I'm excited to be one big step closer to doing porn, which I never, in a million years, thought I'd ever say?!" He laughed and shrugged.

"Yet here you are!" The doctor chuckled before continuing. "Now, I just have a couple other things I need to go over with you before I let you go…" he said as he reached out and grabbed his prescription pad. "I'm going to prescribe some prenatal vitamins, which I want you to take every morning," he directed as he scribbled away. "I'm also going to prescribe sessions with a personal trainer, who will be more than happy to create a workout specifically for you and alter it as needed, all at the expense of the studio, of course."

"Sounds good," Brad nodded.

"I'll need to see you every other week, just to make sure everything's still going fine but other than that, and these," Hamilton said as he handed over his patient's prescriptions. "You're all set!"

"Awesome!" The doubly pregnant man grinned again before remembering, "Pete and Tim said something about getting a cream for stretch marks?"

"Ah, yes…" the doctor said as he stood and walked over to the closet located in the back corner of his office.

"I don't have any yet," Brad said as he stood, pulling his shirt back up as he did to look at his belly. "But I'm sure they're coming and I know the guys would rather I not get any, or at least as few as possible…" he sighed. "Which puts us on the same page!"

"I'm not aware of anyone who wants stretch marks!" The doctor smirked as he handed over a large, white tub. "Which is why I worked so hard to come up with this stuff. All the guys at the studio swear by it… You need to use it once a day, I recommend before bed. Just let me know when you need more."

"Easy enough," Brad nodded. "So can I tell the guys I'm good to go?"

"I'll tell them," Hamilton said as he led his newest patient out. "Once they've heard from me, I'm sure it won't be long before they reach back out to you."

Once the men had said their goodbyes, the OB-GYN returned to his office and called Tim, who picked up before the phone finished ringing even once.

"Gimme good news, Doc… Tell me we're good to go!"

"You're good to go," Hamilton replied. "Brad's healthy as a horse."

"And gonna be big as one too, right? You end up giving him one or two shots?"

"I didn't give him any."

"What?!" Tim shouted. "I told you…"

"Please, Tim…" the doctor cut him off. "He doesn't need any."

"What do you mean, he doesn't need any?! Of course he does!"

"You saw for yourself how big he is already! He's almost twice the size of any other man I've seen at his stage! The babies are already in the upper ninetieth percentile in size, so I'm not comfortable giving him the shot. Even if I only gave him one now, he might end up having a couple twenty pounders, and appealing as that sounds to you, there is such a thing as too big!"

Tim took in a deep breath to try and calm himself but it didn't really work. "I knew he was big, but I didn't realize he was that big," even he had to admit though.

"Wel he is," Hamilton replied. "Now do you understand why I say he doesn't need the shot?"

"Yes…"

"I did prescribe him a dose of prenatal vitamins suitable for a horse pregnant with two colts, which will ensure the babies get big, but in a more natural way…" the doctor stressed. "Don't forget, you told me you put in his contract he has to give birth on film, which I have to say, I can't believe he agreed to!"

"I'm pretty sure he didn't notice that part of the contract when we were going over it…" Tim chuckled.

"Lucky you! Now keep in mind, if we make the babies too big, there's no way he'll be able to deliver naturally. Hell, but giving birth naturally is going to be a stretch for him as it is! Pun intended!" The doctor laughed.

"If anyone knows what they're talking about, I guess it's you…"

"Have I ever let you down before?" He asked.

"No, but there's a first time for everything, and I don't want it to be now! I need Brad and his babies to get as huge as possible!"

"Don't worry, they will…"