Knocked Up Nights Ch. 4

I forgot about Brad! Coming back to this story (again.) Updated chapters 1-3 and added to the original postings. Chapter 4 onward will be updated from the original. 

CHAPTER FOUR

"He… hello?" Brad answered the call through a mouthful.

"Um, hi…" the man on the other end of the line began. "I'm calling for Brad?"

"This is he. Who's this?" The pregnant man asked as he took his phone from his ear and double checked if he recognized the number.

He still didn't. He didn't even recognize the area code, but according to his phone, it was one from Los Angeles.

"This is Pete from Swollen Studios."

After experiencing one of the most intense orgasms he'd had in a long time while watching the pool boy flick, Brad had gotten the crazy idea to send some pictures of himself into the studio using the email listed on the back of the case. The one for people "interested in modeling" to use…

For some reason, once the idea that he could be in porn was in his head, even though he'd never had any intention of doing so prior, he figured why not just see what the studio thought of him? But never in a million years did he think they'd actually be interested?! It wasn't till the day after he'd sent the email that reality somewhat hit and Brad stopped and really thought about what he'd done…

He'd applied to be a pornstar! A pregnant one at that! OK, he hadn't actually applied, just sent in some pics, but stil! Never before had the desire to have sex for the enjoyment of anyone but himself and his partner crossed his mind, but on some crazy, likely hormonal-induced whim, he'd taken some "sexy" pics, attached them to an email and sent it and now, almost a week later, someone who'd received it was calling!

"Um, hello? Still there, Brad?"

"Yeah, sorry…" he apologized as he was brought back to the present and the obviously unexpected conversation he was having.

"Great!" Pete, whoever the hell he was, continued. "Like I said, I'm with Swollen Studios, and I was calling to talk with you about the pictures you sent in and what we'd have to do to get you to come out and meet with us in LA?"

"Really?!"

"Really!" He laughed. "I'm the studio's casting director as well as one of its producers, and after seeing the pics you sent us, I just had to call."

"Really?!" Brad couldn't help but repeat.

"Yes. I'm surprised you sound so… well, surprised?"

"But I am!" The doubly pregnant man scoffed. "Honestly, I couldn't even tell you what I was thinking when I took and sent the pictures in," he admitted. "So, yeah, I'm surprised to be hearing from you!"

"Well I hope in a good way," the casting director chuckled. "I'm not sure how familiar you are with the adult industry, but mpreg is a relatively new genre and while Swollen Studios is at its forefront, we're looking to expand our stable so to speak."

"Oh?"

"Not that there's anything wrong with the guys we already have, but we're looking for actors who aren't so young and ideally, guys already located in America," Pete explained. "The problem we have is that the European twinks seem to be the only ones willing to keep working after they find out they're pregnant… Everyone else either gets an abortion or won't film till after they've had the baby and get back in shape."

"I'll be honest with you… The pregnant pool boy wasn't really my cup of tea, and not just because he was pregnant," Brad shared.

"I appreciate the honest feedback, and just so you know, it's the same as we've gotten from others," the casting director/producer sighed. "We, and I really mean me, have been looking for someone with more mainstream appeal, but as hard as I've been trying, I haven't been able to snag anyone yet. Any of the big names already in the business just aren't interested if and when they find themselves knocked up."

"Why do you think that is?"

"Not sure. No matter how many times they've been fucked, or been the ones doing the fucking on camera, no one wants to do either while pregnant, no matter how much I've offered! To be quite honest…" Pete paused to sigh again. "The only thing keeping Swollen afloat is the fact the genre's so new and I've at least been able to convince a few well-known guys to work with some of the swollen ones."

"Obviously I watch porn, I mean, who doesn't? But I know next to nothing about the industry, let alone anyone's name, but I do know that the guy who fucked the pool boy really got me going," Brad continued to share. "The kid was cute, maybe even a little hot, but it was his co-star who did it for me."

"Was Pool Boy the only film of ours you've seen?"

"Yeah," Brad confirmed through another mouthful of sandwich.

"And you didn't like it?" Pete asked with another sigh.

"It got the job done, but…"

"And I hate to admit it, but it's one of our better ones…" he groaned.

"Sorry," Brad grunted. "But that's not saying much. It was so corny! I almost puked a couple of times the setup was so predictable, the dialog so bad, and…" he paused to chew some and then swallow. "Most people, myself included, give a porno's premise and dialog a pass!"

The casting director laughed. "If you'd told me you had thrown up, not only would I have believed you, I wouldn't even be mad! I wanna put out better stuff, which is why I'm looking for fresh talent, not only to be in front of the cameras, but also behind them with me, working on writing and stuff," Pete shared. "I'm sorry I'm just asking, but did I catch you having lunch?" He asked when the only response he got was some more rather serious chewing.

"You did, sorry," Brad apologized. "I don't mind if you don't and honestly, you'd be hard pressed to catch me not eating now…" he chuckled.

"I don't mind either and I promise I won't keep you much longer. As I said, I just wanted to call to introduce myself, express the studio's interest, and see if you'd like to come out to LA so we can meet in person? All expenses paid, of course!" Pete was sure to add at the end.

Again, for some strange, unexplainable reason, Brad hardly thought about it before accepting. "That sounds cool."

"Excellent!" Pete excitedly replied, a big smile evident in his tone. "So I'm guessing from your pictures you're about seven and a half months along? That being the case, time is of the essence, so…"

"Actually, I'll only be six months the end of next week," Brad corrected.

"Oh..? I know they say the camera adds ten pounds, but I guess you're a little bigger than I thought?"

"I'm a little bigger than I thought I'd be, but that might have a not so little something to do with the fact I'm having twins."

"Twins?!" Pete repeated, once again audibly excited. "You didn't mention that in your email?!"

"I'm sorry, was I supposed to?"

"No! It's a great surprise!" He gushed. "To my knowledge, and if anyone would know, it'd be me, there hasn't been a guy pregnant with more than one in any films yet!"

"And there still might not be…" Brad was quick to caution. "I'd be happy to come out and meet with you, but there are a lot of things I'd like and need to know before I make a decision. I'm sure there's also some stuff I haven't even thought of yet…" he realized aloud.

"Of course! You'd just be coming out to talk," Pete assured before quickly proceeding to go over the details he'd already come up with for the offered trip in hopes Brad would accept, which thankfully, he had.

By the time the call ended, the two had agreed on the final details. Pete arranged a flight in two days, after which Brad would be picked up at the airport. While in the porn capital of the world, Swollen Studios would put the doubly pregnant man up in a fancy hotel, and would provide him with a daily stipend. The only cost to Brad was his time, of which he now had more than he knew what to do with…

For several minutes after he'd returned the receiver of his desk phone back to its cradle, Pete just sat silently at his desk, trying to fully process everything that had just happened and what he hoped soon would. Eventually, he sprung from his chair and ran around the office like a giddy child as he shouted for joy. After a couple laps, he yanked his door open and made it down the hall in record time, coming to an abrupt and awkward stop in front of the studio's main director and his business partner, Tim's closed door. The fact it was shut didn't keep Pete from flinging it open and barging in without a knock.

Upon hearing the intrusion, Tim looked up from and around his computer monitor, on which an unreleased scene was playing. His eyes bugged in surprise as he took in the sight of his breathless and seemingly crazed, business partner.

"I… I found him!" Pete panted.

"Who?" Tim asked.

"The guy who's REALLY gonna put Swollen Studios on the map!"

***

The time between the unexpected call from Pete and his trip flew by and before he knew it, Brad was in LA, sitting in the back of a long wheelbase Cadillac Escalade, crawling through the city's notorious traffic. Josh, the driver the studio sent to retrieve him, had spent the first few minutes of the ride trying to engage his pregnant passenger in conversation, but didn't have much luck as Brad was preoccupied with thoughts and concerns about his upcoming meeting.

After about twenty minutes of just about total silence, Josh gently cleared his throat. "Um, Brad..?" He started, looking back in the rearview mirror to see if he'd gotten his passenger's attention, which he had. "Since traffic's so bad, I'm gonna head straight to the studio instead of stopping at the hotel. Hope that's OK?"

Brad released an annoyed huff. "Sounds like I don't have much choice…"

"Sorry…" the driver apologized with an earnest smile. "You never know if it's gonna take twenty minutes or two hours to get somewhere out here," he shook his head. "If you were hoping to get some rest before your meeting, you've probably got about half an hour to catch some shut eye if you want?"

"It wasn't rest, I wanted," the pregnant man grumbled. "I wanted to change!"

"Why?" Josh asked with a frown. "You look fine," he said as he switched to smiling and nodded back in the mirror, which earned him another glare from his now obviously irritated passenger.

"Yeah, for having just flown three and a half hours, but I'm here for an important meeting!"

Very much to Brad's surprise and annoyance, his gruff response was met with a boisterous laugh from Josh. "An important meeting with a porn studio! And you know what that means? That they couldn't care less about what you're wearing! What they're gonna care about is how you look without clothes on!"

"How did you know I was meeting with…" Brad began to ask.

"I work for the studio," Josh replied with a small shrug. "This is their car."

"Oh," Brad frowned as he crossed his arms over his belly, right in front of his broad (and increasingly fuller as of late) chest. "I didn't realize the studio had its own driver and car?"

"Well they do, but I'm not just the driver… Anyway, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised when you hear about all the perks Swollen offers its stars. It's pregnant ones, anyway, but I won't spoil the surprise for Tim and Pete."

Brad grumbled an incoherent response as his thoughts returned to his impending meeting. He looked down beyond his chest and muscular arms to his belly and noticed how much of his lap it was already taking up, and as such, how not fine he felt he looked. The plan had been for him to be taken to the hotel first so he could freshen up and change, but the plan itself had done the changing…

Brad had worn one of his old college t-shirts for the flight. Back when he'd been in school, he'd worn it when he lifted at the gym, so it was oversized, or had been. Not so much any more… Now, the old shirt tightly hugged his growing middle and the name of his alma mater was stretched across his meaty chest.

Atop the shirt, he'd thrown on a zip-up hoodie, something he'd purchased during his most recent trip to the paternity store. Much to his dismay, it too was already getting snug. The khaki shorts he'd barely managed to get buttoned under his belly, were even worse… A trusty jock, a pair of Nike's and a backwards cap completed Brad's outfit and despite how he felt about it, he did look fine, just as Josh had said. Quite studly (in a pregnant fashion) in fact…

The rest of the trip remained silent, Brad too lost in his thoughts to notice when the Escalade left the so-called "expressway…" Josh was now driving it down a side street, in an industrial part of the city. He slowed the giant SUV further and took a sharp right, which he quickly followed with another before finally slowing to a stop. Brad looked up at the building they'd pulled in front of and somehow found himself surprised that Swollen Studios was right there in front of him.

Ready or not, this was really about to happen.

After putting the Escalade into park, Josh hurried around to open Brad's door and offer his hand, which he begrudgingly accepted as he worked his way out. Though he didn't actually need the help just yet, the twin-carrying man's legs had suddenly felt a bit shaky so he'd taken it.

"Thanks," he said with a small smile once he was back on his stationary ground. His smile grew as Josh stepped back to give him room and also, Brad's first good look at him.

In short, Josh was a stud. He was around the same height as Brad and looked to be a couple years younger. If the pregnant stud had to guess, he'd put Josh's thick, broad shouldered frame at somewhere around 210 lbs. The first Swollen Studios employee he'd met in person had short on the sides, long on the top, dirty blonde hair, pretty, light blue eyes, a fantastic tan, big, pouty lips and killer dimples. While Brad was now more anxious than ever for his meeting with the studio execs, he wasn't so much that he didn't take a few seconds to stop worrying and start wondering what Josh's body looked like under his clothes, which caused a stir in his already bulging jock.

"Not that you need it, but good luck in there!" The sexy, younger man offered as he led Brad to the front door of the building and opened it for him.

"Thanks. Oh… my bag…"

"Consider me it's babysitter," Josh winked. "I'll be waiting right here."

"K…" Brad nodded. "Hey, listen… Sorry about being a jerk on the way here… I'm just really…"

"Anxious? Nervous?" Josh suggested with a chuckle. "Don't worry, it's all good," he assured with a nod. "Now go get 'em, stud!" He said, sending Brad off with another wink.

Feeling a little better thanks to Josh's positive vibes and encouragement, Brad entered the building, but not before looking back over his left shoulder to steal another look at Josh, who was heading back to the Escalade.

"He's cute…" he said quietly, a big grin on his own handsome face.

He'd only made it a couple steps inside when a loud voice greeted him, breaking his reverie.

"Hey there, handsome! Welcome to Swollen Studios!" A pretty, young "blonde" with the biggest set of fake tits Brad had ever seen, practically shouted at him from behind the receptionist desk, her silicone-enhanced chest, pretty face and obviously dyed hair, all also drawing his attention (and likely that of anyone else who entered.) "You must be Brad!"

"That's me," he smiled and nodded as he approached, his greater height giving him a nice look at her cleavage, which easily would've left him speechless had he been into that sort of thing. "I'm here to meet with Pete and Tim?"

"That you are!" The perky (in more ways than one) receptionist nodded as she stood and sauntered out from behind her desk. "Pete told me to expect a great, big stud, but that was an understatement!" She giggled as she stopped in front of Brad and then without asking, placed both of her long-nailed hands on either side of his swell.

"Oh! Ha! Thanks…" he laughed nervously.

She kept her hands on his belly a few more seconds, moving them all over and around it, much like the guy at the adult store had, before finally pulling them back and letting them drop to her trim but curvy hips.

"Why don't you take a seat while I go let the guys know you're here?" She suggested, pointing Brad in the direction of a couple nearby chairs before she broke into another chipper giggle as she sauntered off and disappeared through the door next to her desk.

Nodding, even though the receptionist hadn't remained to see it, Brad walked over and did as suggested, taking in a deep breath as he did in a vain attempt to try and calm his nerves. He hadn't been sitting more than a minute when the door the buxom blonde had gone through opened again and his name was said, this time by a man.

"Brad?" He said as he stepped through the door into the small waiting area. "I'm Pete!"

The nervous, doubly pregnant stud stood, tugging at the hems of his shirt and hoodie once he was upright, then the two shook hands. "Good to meet you," he smiled before turning to the second man who'd come from behind. "You must be Tim."

"In the flesh!" The director smiled and nodded. "We really appreciate you coming out to see us. How was the trip?"

"Fine, thanks. I really appreciate you guys springing for a business-class seat, especially now!" Brad chuckled as he looked down at himself.

"I'm sure!" Tim laughed back. "Now let's head back to the conference room and have a little chat, shall we?" He waved as he turned and led the way back down the hall he and Pete had come from.

Brad followed, looking back and forth between the walls as he did. They were both lined with framed posters of the covers of the films the studio had put out, along with some publicity shots of its stars. As it happened, "The Pregnant Pool Boy" poster hung beside the door Tim led them through next, which opened into a surprisingly nice and well-appointed conference room. Once he, Brad and Pete were inside, the director closed the door behind them and asked if he could get Brad a drink?

"I'd love a vodka soda, but unfortunately, I have to stick to something softer for the time being," the obviously pregnant man replied with a wink.

"Funny guy!" Tim laughed. "I like it. Good news is, you're in luck… We've got plenty of soft drinks to choose from: water, sparkling and flat, milk, whole, of course, Apple, orange and cranberry juices, Sprite and ginger ale… Take your pick!"

"Water, flat, is fine. Thanks."

Tim nodded as he walked over to a small fridge in the corner of the room, from which he retrieved the requested beverage. He returned with the cold bottle and handed it over to Brad, who he just couldn't stop staring at… Hell, he could hardly think properly because before he could stop himself, he was asking the pregnant man how his trip was again! Fortunately, his potential newest star took the repeat query in stride and didn't embarrass him too much.

"Like I said…" Brad started again with another chuckle. "Flying business-class was great. Even now, I had way more room than I'm used to since I refuse to pay for anything more than coach if I'm only flying a few hours. The food was a lot better too, and if you somehow couldn't already tell, I like to eat!"

"Pete told me he called while you were eating lunch," Tim smirked. "But I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the flight. We really wanted to bring you out first-class, but none of the flights at the time that worked best for you offered it. We like to treat our employees very well, which I'm hoping you'll come to discover…"

"Getting picked up in an Escalade was nice and appreciated too," Brad nodded. "Honestly, I was expecting a regular old Uber, so a big, luxury SUV was a pleasant surprise."

"Good!" Pete said from the seat he'd taken across the table from him. "So again, Tim and I would like to thank you for taking the time to come out and meet with us so soon."

"You're welcome," Brad replied as he sat. "But the truth is, I should be the one thanking you! I got put on paternity leave when I hit four months, so I've been going a little stir-crazy at home."

"Four months is pretty early to go on leave," Tim noted with a frown.

"Yeah, I agree!" Brad huffed.

"You weren't put on early leave for medical reasons, were you?"

"Oh, no!" He shook his head. "The reason is because I am, was, a construction foreman, which can be pretty physical, so, if and when someone gets pregnant with more than one baby, my company decided it would be in everyone's best interest to give leave at four months," he explained. "Just to be safe…"

"That makes sense," Tim nodded. "Pete did mention you were having twins, but not that you were in construction. Now I know why you have such an impressive physique!" He winked.

"Thanks."

"No!" The director laughed again. "Thank you again for coming! Anyway, I'm curious to know how your pregnancy's been so far?"

Brad shrugged. "So far, so good, I guess? Aside from some bad morning sickness early on, I'd have to say it's been pretty smooth sailing. Granted, I don't have anything to go on, but it's been better than I thought it was going to be."

"It's always better when someone enjoys their pregnancy," Tim replied. "At least that's what I've heard!"

The pregnant man across from him chuckled. "I wouldn't go so far as to say I've enjoyed it, but again, so far, so good. I imagine my tone will probably change once I start waddling, my feet and ankles really start to swell, and my back is really killing me!" He rolled his eyes.

"Probably," Pete nodded. "And unfortunately, somewhat to be expected, but anyway… Please, tell us, because we'd love to know which gods to thank… What made you send pictures to us?"

"Honestly..?" Brad sighed. "It was spur of the moment. I'd just watched one of your films, the pool boy one, and I got to thinking maybe I could do something like he did?" He shrugged again.

"You mean something like having sex on camera?"

"Yeah, that…" he chuckled.

"But you have no experience doing so, correct?" Tim asked, sounding somewhat surprised as if he might've been led to think otherwise.

"Zero," Brad confirmed.

Before Tim had the chance to pounce upon Brad's honesty as it looked like he was about to, Pete jumped in. "But you're comfortable with the idea of being in something like what you watched, right?" He asked, phrasing his query in a rather leading manner, since obviously, he hadn't told his business partner all the details about Brad or rather, lack thereof.

"I think so," Brad nodded. "I have some questions about the business, the studio, and what exactly you'd expect from me first, but to simply answer your question, yeah…" he nodded again. "I think I'd be comfortable doing it in front of cameras."

"I hope you don't mind me asking a rather… personal question," Tim re-entered the conversation. "But what does the other father of the twins think about your interest in doing porn?"

"I've wondered that too," Brad nodded. "Can't ask him though, 'cause he doesn't even know I'm pregnant and I, done even know who he is?" He shrugged before going on to explain to the studio execs how he'd inadvertently ended up so pregnant.

"Just know there's no judgment here," Pete shook his head. "You're far from the first guy we've worked with who ended up in the same situation. While you won't be judged here for what you do, have you given any thought to what your family or friends would think if they found out about this?"

"A little."

"I have to ask…" Pete continued. "Because a lot of people get into porn without thinking about that, and then all too often, they find themselves being disowned or disassociated from friends and family when what they thought would be 'their little secret' somehow gets out," he explained.

"I have thought about it," Brad nodded. "Mostly about how my friends would react more so than my family. I had a falling out with them some time back, so there isn't any concern there," he shook his head. "Like none at all… When I told them I was gay, my parents either couldn't or wouldn't accept it. That was almost ten years ago and I haven't seen or spoken to them since, and I don't see that changing any time soon," he finished with a shrug.

"So how would you feel if your friends or co-workers found out?" Pete wanted to know. "I don't mean to assume, yet I do that most guys in construction probably aren't so gay-friendly?"

"I'm sure I'd be embarrassed as hell!" Brad laughed. "I'd undoubtedly get a lot of shit, but after that, I think the guys I work with would be OK with it."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Like you said, the construction field isn't known for its acceptance, but my boss is gay and he's done a really good job at hiring not only skilled and talented, but nice guys. He and everyone else were cool with my pregnancy as soon as I told them about it. My so-called friends on the other hand, not so much…" he sighed and shook his head.

"Oh?" Tim asked as he raised his gaze from the notes he'd been taking to look across at Brad, who nodded.

"Most of them are young, single gay guys, much like myself, so ever since I told them I was pregnant, it seemed like we suddenly didn't have anything in common. None of them congratulated me and hardly any of them reach out any more," he shook his head. "It's like they think I'm contagious or something? Needless to say, it all has me questioning their value."

"Understandably," Pete nodded. "But it's still unfortunate. Whether they need to or not, friendships reaching their end are never fun or easy."

"So friends wouldn't be an issue, but how would you really feel if the guys at work found out you'd gotten into porn?" Tim asked. By no means was he trying to dissuade Brad from doing so, especially not with him and Pete, but part of his job was to make sure "newbies" fully understood what they were getting into and what it could cause, regardless of the outcome.

"He already said he'd be embarrassed, but he'd probably want to know how and why they'd found him in a gay, male pregnancy porn, right?" Pete pointed out with a short snort of a laugh.

"Exactly…" Brad chuckled and nodded. "They'd have just as much explaining to do as me!"

"So now that you're out here in LA, sitting in front of Pete and I, what's your current reason for being here?" Tim asked. "What really made you decide to get on that plane?"

The doubly pregnant stud sighed as he leaned back in his chair. "I knew you were gonna ask that, so I tried to come up with a quick but concise response, but I couldn't," he shook his head. "Basically, getting pregnant brought a lot of changes to my life… Ones I didn't think I'd have to deal with till I wanted to 'cause for the most part, I've always been pretty responsible, but…" he paused. "Anyway, I guess the best answer I can give you, is that if mostly being responsible still led me to a situation like this, maybe that's a sign I should just live it up, you know?" He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Do something… unexpected, that I won't have the chance to do again. Does all that make any sense?"

"It does," Pete nodded. "If you think about it, it's a somewhat odd but still kind of classic example of life giving you lemons so you end up making lemonade."

"Or maybe porn…" Brad chuckled before slightly amending his statement to include the word "pregnant." "Anyway, if and when I ever get pregnant again, it wouldn't be till when I'm ready and have someone to support me through the process and raise my children with. As such, if I'm gonna get into porn, now's the time. Maybe I have always had the desire to do something out of my wheelhouse, and here's my chance?"

"Great answer!" Pete approved. "Really, I think it's very commendable how you've faced such a challenge so head-on. Now, one more, slightly more difficult question… Have you decided what you're going to do with the babies?"

While Brad hadn't expected to be asked that during the meeting, he'd had a lot of time to think about what he was going to do with the two babies presently growing bigger by the day within him and was finally ready to "come clean" with his decision, so he replied accordingly.

"I know I'm not ready to have a child now, let alone two at the same time," he shook his head. "And I know there are people out there who'd love these two and who'd want and be able to give them what I can't yet," he said as he lowered his gaze from the studio execs down to his belly. "So I'm going to put them up for adoption."

"Have you been in contact with anyone about that yet?" Tim asked, to which Brad shook his head. "That's fine, we can help with that too. Pretty much all the guys we work with have put their babies up, so we have a great in with an excellent agency. They're based out here, but regardless of whether you choose to work with us, I'd be happy to give you their information."

"That would be awesome," Brad nodded and smiled as his hands instinctively traveled to the sides of his swell.

"So! I think it's safe to say we like what we've seen and heard so far…" Pete jumped back in. "So we've reached the next part of the meeting."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "Would you be comfortable showing us what you have to offer in person?"

"Oh! I, um…" Brad sputtered, unsure how to respond because somehow, he hadn't expected this?!

"We'd like to shoot a short video of you," Tim said as he stood and walked over to a small digital camera sitting atop a tripod in the corner of the room. "You getting undressed, playing with yourself some, you know…"

"No, not really!" Brad chuckled. "But yeah," he nodded. "I can do that," he said as he stood with a grunt he hoped hadn't been too loud. "Where do you want me?"

"Right in front of that backdrop," Pete replied, pointing towards the right side of the conference room, across from where Tim had moved to set up the camera.

"Sure thing," Brad nodded, tugging at his shirt and hoodie again as he headed for his mark, trying to mentally prepare himself for his first "performance."