Three Pregnant Friends Ch. 5 UPDATED

Chapter Five

Upon entering the townhouse he owned but no longer really lived in, Trent was disappointed to find Oliver on his way out as well. They caught up for a few minutes, during which the triplet-carrying man tried to gather more intel on what he could expect at his upcoming baby/bachelor party. Thanks to all his police and human resources training, Oli didn't crack under the pressure, leaving him not only in the dark, but also without someone to help him bring more of his stuff from his room out to his new, soon-to-be family-hauler.

Even though he had quite some time to go before he'd be able to wear them again, Trent had been working on packing up and bringing his pre-pregnancy clothes over to Eric's. Since they'd soon be fathers, they'd decided he'd move into Eric's place since he owned a single family home that would be large enough to accommodate their soon-to-arrive brood. Because the house was already fully furnished, Trent was going to leave the majority of his furniture at the townhouse, since his two best friends would still be leaving there, leaving the clothes he presently couldn't fit all he needed to move. Some day, sometime in the future, he'd eventually be able to wear them again…

As such, after saying bye to Oliver, the most pregnant of the trio of friends, slowly lumbered the rest of the way up to the master bedroom, where he'd promised himself he'd stay for at least an hour packing before hauling as much as he could back down the three flights of stairs to his stupid minivan. As he remembered again that he now owned a minivan, Trent let out a half sigh, half pant as he got to his room. While he and Eric could've easily afforded the extended, fully-loaded Escalade he'd so wanted, his fiancé had pointed out that as massive and nice as the family-hauling Caddie was, it wasn't the best choice for their family just yet…

Eric hit the point home by stressing how much easier a minivan would be while the triplets were young and had so much stuff to cart around with them. When Trent still balked, he promised that in a few years, once the kids were old enough to get themselves in and out, he could get his much more prestigious ride if he still wanted to. In the meantime, their family ride would be a stupid (to Trent, anyway) but fully-loaded Chrysler Pacifica, which the super pregnant man had hated from the moment he saw it, even if not so deep down, he knew Eric was right about it being the better choice for now. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud!

Being a successful and sought after event planner for the last several years, Trent made good money and would continue to do so even though he wasn't going to go back to work full-time after having the trips. In the years since starting it, he'd expanded his company to the point he now had several planners working for him, all capable of mostly running the show and managing tasks in his absence. Good as the money he made was, it still paled in comparison to what Eric, an OB-GYN, who yes, was planning on delivering their children, made.

Aside from the minivan issue (which wasn't really even one at all,) Trent had done an excellent job landing Eric. Not only was he an incredible doctor who made mountains of money, he was gorgeous too, in all the masculine ways Trent loved. Eric was also a little taller than him (bonus) all while being the nicest, more caring and loving man he'd ever met! If Trent had one complaint, it was that his soon-to-be husband, Dr. Eric Williams, was too damn fertile, though to be fair, his own genetics were also (more than somewhat) responsible for the brood he was presently carrying too…

Trent had known for a while by then that he and Eric would one day have a family. That being the case, it was still fair to say they'd jumped the gun a little, and in more ways than one… For what it's worth, the couple was already engaged when they found out they were pregnant, and since they'd already pretty much been living together for more than a year, they chose to push the wedding back till after Trent gave birth. But then, Eric discovered they were having triplets, and something clicked in his event planning partner's head that try as he might, Trent couldn't get to unclick…

Luckily, he was one of the most sought after event/wedding planners in town because suddenly, the wedding he and Eric had decided to push back, he decided to pull forward. Instead of waiting till after he had the babies, wanting to "do right" by them, he was going to have a shotgun wedding. Trent had planned many such nuptials before but when it came to his own, his understanding of the term and the purpose it served went out the window!

Usually, when a couple he was working with found out they were pregnant before their big day, said day was moved forward to as soon as possible in hopes the expectant half wouldn't be showing at the ceremony, which typically ended up getting pared down. For Trent though, who'd successfully planned and executed more flawless ceremonies and wedding receptions than he could even recall anymore, a "typical" shotgun just wouldn't do. Long story short, that's how just one week before reaching the forty week mark with triplets, something all but unheard of, he was going to marry Eric in a ceremony, to be followed by a reception, the likes of which he hoped no one had ever seen before…

Not only would he be beyond ridiculously pregnant when he was up on the altar, exchanging his vows, his best man and one of his groomsmen would be as well, Dylan and Oliver just about as far into their pregnancies as Trent, so of course there'd be that unusual sight for his guests to take in. Thanks to his profession, a hefty joint bank account, and a fiancé who thankfully understood and accepted his sudden need for everything to happen just so, Trent had many other things beside he and his friends looking like any or all of them would give birth any moment, planned for his big day to make it extra special and memorable for all in attendance.

The last time Eric had come over to the townhouse, he'd taken lots of empty boxes up to Trent's room, leaving his husband-to-be with plenty to fill. As he now did, the extremely pregnant man made sure not to make them too heavy, since stairs now presented enough of a challenge on their own. Several times by now, Eric had expressed his displeasure in the matter, but Trent just didn't see the point in paying for movers to move anything other than was absolutely necessary. Still, he wished at least one of his friends had stuck around to at least keep him company as he lightly packed his clothes. Half an hour in, having worked up a good sweat pulling unbearable clothes from hangers, shelves and drawers, and packing them, Trent had come to find the solitary activity kind of cathartic, if not also somewhat sad…

Not that it hadn't already, but once he was officially moved out of the house, he knew his life was really going to change. The movers were due to come in three days and he'd put packing what he insisted on moving himself off as long as possible in an attempt to get his emotions from getting the best of him. It wasn't that he wasn't happy or excited for what was to come, it was more so he'd been trying to put off the physical manifestation of change. The one he had some control over, anyway.

All the thinking, packing and awkward bending he was doing caused the triplets to become more active than they had been in some time. As he slowly worked himself back down onto his knees yet again, to put yet another artful of clothes into a box, the babies: two girls and a boy, suddenly really came to life, causing their carrying father to grunt loudly as he dropped the stack of large undershirts into their temporary, cardboard home.

"Oooook…" he drew out. "I take that to mean we're done for now," he said to himself and his brood as he brought his freed hands to the sides of his gut and pressed gently against them. "I guess I was being a little ambitious," he finally admitted as he raised his left arm to check the time on his watch. "Perfect timing though, 'cause your dad's gonna be home soon," he informed his children with a sigh as he used what little energy he had left to lift his swollen body back to standing, eyeing the half-filled box he left on the floor as he did. "Guess he or the movers can get that when they come for the rest of the stuff," Trent finally relented, having reached the point he'd done all he could physically do right then.

Though he was disappointed in his self-proclaimed lack of progress as he made his way down all those damn stairs again to his stupid minivan, Trent reminded himself that according to everyone else, especially Eric, despite his "failure," the truth was he'd already done more than enough. After working himself back behind the wheel of the Pacifica, trying his best to pacify his racing heart and breath as he did, Trent called his future husband, whose latest shift at the hospital should've just ended, so long as no pregnancies that hadn't already been tended to suddenly showed up…

OB-GYN, Eric Williams was probably the only person aside from someone in the Kardashian Klan or very high up in the government, who still had a BlackBerry. He just couldn't shake not having a physical keyboard, so he held onto the old phone, which rang twice before he answered it. When he did, he sounded tired, but calm, cool and collected per usual, much to his slightly frazzled, physically exhausted, thrice-pregnant fiancé's relief.

"How'd the packing go?" He asked after having greeted his due-to-be spouse/literally just about due-to-be daddy.

"Not as well as I'd hoped since Oli and Dylan were both on their way out when I got there," Trent replied. "I got two boxes out to the can, another one packed and another one just about ready to go, but then the babies kinda went nuts, which I took as my cue to wrap it up."

Eric chuckled. "Well I'm glad you listened to them since I have such a hard time getting you to listen to me! Even though you don't, I'll still go over tomorrow and pack up and move whatever's left that for whatever reason, you don't want the movers we hired to move!"

"It's not that I care who moves what, it's that I care about money! We have three kids on the way, Eric! Three!"

"I'm aware. I can count to three too, babe."

"You're sooooo smart!"

"I know. That's why I'm the one who's been examining you every week since we found out you were pregnant. So again, if anyone aside from you knows we're having three kids, it's me!" The OB-GYN chuckled again. "And while I appreciate you trying to be frugal, you know we're lucky enough to not have to worry about spending money. Especially not when it's on things that help us!"

"Yeah, I know…" Trent sighed as he started heading to his "new" home. "But you know I grew up worried about money… Probably long before I should have!"

"You did, and I get that, but what I don't get is how you can wanna skimp on something like hiring movers, but then have no qualms spending over a hundred k on an Escalade?!" Eric clicked his tongue.

"Because I wanna spend our money on nice, important stuff, not on movers and minivans!" The pregnant man laughed back.

"Do you really hate it that much?"

"The only thing this thing's got going for it is the fact I fit behind the wheel!"

"I know it's not your precious Escalade, but I think once the trips are out of rather than in you, and you're having to deal with getting them and all their stuff in and out of it, you'll see why I said we needed the van. At least I hope…" Eric sighed as he walked through the hospital parking garage towards his dark blue BMW 745iL.

"You may be right," his pregnant partner admitted in a grunt. "But don't think for one second that doesn't mean that whenever our new family's all together, you won't be driving this damn dad-mobile!"

"Noooo…" Eric groaned, the BMW chirping in the background as he approached.

"It's only fair! And by the way… On the rare occasion when you'll be taking care of the trips by yourself, you won't have a choice 'cause we'll have to swap cars," Trent pointed out. "So might as well get used to the idea now, sir!"

"Then maybe I need to look into getting something better suited for everyone? I have kinda been eyeing the X7…"

"If I couldn't get an SUV, neither can you!"

"You know we're still not married yet, right?"

"Is that a threat..?"

"Not in the slightest, I'm just saying…"

"Uh huh. Well I'm just saying, you're an asshole, Dr. Eric Williams!"

"An asshole you're on your way home to?"

"Since I can't head to a bar and have a drink while I look for a new man, I guess so."

"Then I'm a winning asshole! Speaking of which…"

"You want in mine tonight, don't you?" Trent asked with a giggle as he drove.

"You can't be surprised…"

"Oh, I'm not," he assured. "But you know what I do find surprising?"

"Do tell…"

"That I also wanna get in yours."

"Do you now?"

"Indeed, I do," the triplet-carrying man confirmed.

"Well that should prove…" Eric paused. "Interesting."

"Interesting enough you're willing to give it a go?"

"Sure, but can I go first?" He requested. "Unless you're worried you won't be able to get it…"

"Don't you worry 'bout me not being able to get it up when the time comes," Trent assured. "It's already up just thinking about it! So the question is, will I be able to get my huge belly up high enough to rest it on your back while I fuck you? That, and will you be able to handle the weight?"

Before Eric could respond, Trent's phone beeped, indicating he had another call. Given the late hour, the facts he was already talking to Eric and had recently seen Oliver and Dylan, he assumed it would be his sister calling, but the Pacifica's main screen displayed the name and picture of his brother-in-law instead.

"I gotta go, babe," he told Eric. "Cody's calling."

"Why is he calling this late?"

"I dunno, but I should find out. I'll call you back once I know what's going on," he promised before switching to the other call. "Hey, Cody," he said before wincing as the loud, ready cries of his nephews nearly blew out his new ride's speakers. "Oooof!"

"That's why I'm calling!" Cody exhaled. "Where are you?!"

"On my way back to Eric's, I mean home, from the townhouse. I stopped by to pack up and bring some…"

"Yeah, that's great," his brother-in-law cut him off. "Could you possibly swing by on your way?" He asked over the cries of his five month old sons.

"Is everything alright..?"

"Does it sound like it?!"

"No…"

"You know Katie went back to work today…"

"Yes..?"

"And, well…"

"You're a little overwhelmed?" Trent easily guessed.

"Yeah, just a little. So… Maybe you can come by and get in a little practice?" Cody asked with an anxious chuckle.

"I would, but…"

"Oh please, Trent!" He begged, sounding like he was moments away from crying himself. "If Katie comes home to this, she'll kill me!"

"Alright, alright!" Trent sighed as he switched lanes, alternating the route that would've taken him home to one that would take him to his sister's frazzled husband and obviously, unhappy sons. "I'll be there in five."

"Thank you!" Cody exhaled, sounding slightly calmer, but only for a second. "Now do me one more favor and PROMISE me you're not gonna call Katie as soon as we hang up!"

"I won't."

"You promise.?!"

"Do I have…"

"Yes!!!"

"Ugh!" Trent groaned. "You're ridiculous! I promise… Jesus, dude… Just 'cause Katie and I are twins, doesn't mean I tell her everything!"

"Right!" Cody grunted, obviously doubtful. "Anyway, door's already unlocked so just come in when you get here."

"And I'll be quite just in case by some miracle, the boys fall asleep before I get there."

"I wish they would! I've been trying to put them down for hours now, and…" Cody paused to get control of his raising voice. "Nothing's worked!"

After promising again he'd be there soon and ending their call, Trenr had to chuckle as he turned off the main road onto a secondary street that would take him to Cody and Katie's. He liked Cody a lot and had known him for more than fifteen years by then, the two of them having met back in high school. Trent hadn't liked him back then, but his twin sister sure had, and she and Cody had been together ever since.

After high school, Cody went on to become a firefighter, which meant it usually took a lot to get him even close to being frazzled… Trent had only heard him as worked up as he'd just been once before, back on he and Katie's wedding day when he freaked out an hour or so before the ceremony, worried he wasn't good enough for his sister. Other than that, the firefighter was always cool as a cucumber, so his pregnant brother-in-law knew the problems at home had to be bad…

Still driving, he called Eric back and told him Cody needed help with the twins. Trent's fiancé couldn't help but be annoyed at first considering they'd made "plans" for when they both got home, but when Trent mentioned Cody saying eh could get some "practice" in, he lightened his tone and told his fiancé to go, because if anyone needed practice being a dad, it was them!

Before they ended the call, Eric made Trent promise he'd try not to stay too long since he had to be back at the hospital early but still very much wanted to have their talked about fun, some of which he had in mind he went on to share, causing Trent to pull into his sister's driveway with an erection. It subsided as he waddled towards the door and he wondered what Cody expected him to be able to do that he couldn't? The firefighter was more of a dad than he was, and if he needed help, Trent didn't know what he could offer? Regardless, as he neared the door, their expectant uncle knew whatever help he could offer his nephews was still needed as their cries were still just as loud as they'd been over the phone.

Sighing as he reached for the handle, Trent crossed his fingers on his other hand. He hoped that he and Cody would get the boys quickly to bed because as much as he loved all of them, and even though he was exhausted, he was still eager to get home to Eric and have the same kind of fun he was unaware his best friends were getting into that very evening as well.

As soon as he opened the door, his nephews' cries became infinitely louder. Enough to make Trent hiss at the volume as well as shudder slightly when he felt a sudden tingling sensation building within his chest. So pregnant now, his body reacted to certain things in ways he'd never previously imagined or even known it could. One of the things it now reacted to was the cries of infants, whether they were related to him or not…

After closing the door behind him, he followed the noise to the kitchen. There, he found Cody pacing, bouncing a son in each arm as he sang to them "soothingly," all while looking he was looking mere seconds from reaching his wits end.

"I'm here," Trent announced, not bothering to be quiet, seeing as there was no point.

"Ohmygod, Uncle Trent is here!" Cody informed his wailing sons in a sing-song voice. "Yay!!!"

"It sounds like they're hungry, Code…" the pregnant man said, not knowing exactly how he knew that's how his nephews sounded, he just did.

"But I fed them less than three hours ago!"

"Yeah, but they need to eat often!" Another thing Trent just somehow knew, maybe from Eric? "And you fed them from bottles, right?"

"Um, yeah! I'm not equipped to do otherwise!"

"Right. Anyway, was it the first time they fed from a bottle?"

"Not the first, but they've only been feeding from there here and there for the last few days, so it's still new. New to all of us, I guess…"

"OK. But have you tried giving them another?"

Cody stopped pacing but kept bouncing his boys, Jared and Daniel, both of whom kept on crying. "No…"

"What?! Why not?!"

"'Cause I forgot to thaw more of Katie's milk!" He replied. "I'm doing it now but obviously it's taking two long and she told me it's supposed to thaw naturally and I can't put it in the microwave, otherwise it might curdle!" He groaned. "Fuck! They're REALLY hungry, aren't they?!"

Trent nodded emphatically before suddenly stopping and staring at his brother-in-law, eyes growing bigger as he did. "Wait… THAT'S why you asked me to come over, isn't it?!"

"Whaddaya mean?"

"What do I mean?! TO FEED THEM!!!"

"Well, I mean…"

"Jesus Christ, Cody!" Trent groaned as he rolled his eyes. "You want me to breastfeed your kids?!"

"Not REALLY, but they are your Godchildren, and you are Katie's brother..?" He shrugged. "So..?" He chuckled.

"Ohmygod!" The father of three-to-be rolled his eyes again. "That's still a pretty damn weird request, don't you think?!"

"I do, believe me!" Cody confirmed. "But desperate times call for desperate measures and bro, in cause you couldn't tell, I'm desperate right now!"

"No, really?"

"Come on… Gimme a hand, man!"

"You mean a boob?"

"Whatever! You're already leaking, anyway!" He nodded in Trent's direction.

Trent tucked his chin to his sweater and groaned when he saw two large wet spots had formed on the fabric. He'd thought the tingling sensation was from his nipples rubbing against the inside of his bra cups as they did all too frequently now, but it was actually from the nubs crowning his now very engorged breasts, starting to leak. "Fuck…" he grumbled.

"If I could feed 'em, I would, but…"

"But you can't, you lucky bastard," he groaned again as he waddled further into the kitchen to the sink, where he turned to the side so he could reach the faucet, grabbing a couple paper towels as he waited for the water to warm.

"You're…" Cody began, only to quickly be cut off.

"I really hope for your sake, that you're about to say I'm an angel sent by God, to save your stupid ass!" The inadvertently lactating man cautioned. "And not something stupid about my size!"

"Well, you are…"

"Massive? Gigantic? Titanic, even?! You think I don't already know that?!"

Cody couldn't stop from laughing, not that it appeared to Trent like he really tried… "If you and Katie are good at anything, it's getting pregnant!" He shook his head as he continued to bounce.

"And fortunately for you, producing milk too!" Trent replied, finding himself laughing some too as he ran the towels under the now warm water till they were damp but not soaked.

"What're you doing?"

"Not sure you wanna see, so turn around now if you don't," he said as he grabbed the hem of his sweater and started pulling it out and away from his underbelly.

"You're gonna do it?!" Cody asked in surprise but also, obvious relief as he didn't turn around but just continued to gawk at his fecund brother-in-law.

"Do I have a choice?! My godsons are starving 'cause their dad's still the idiot I've always known him to be!" Trent rolled his eyes again as he worked the damp towels under his sweater till they reached his right nipple.

"I didn't know who else to call? If I called Katie, she…"

"Would've rightfully killed you!" The crying twins' uncle said as he moved the towels over to his left breast to wipe around it and that nipple as Cody kept on bouncing his hungry boys.

Once both breasts had been cleared of all the dried sweat he'd worked up, Trent tossed the paper towels into the trash, then waddled over to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair, something he hadn't had to do for himself in a long time if anyone else was around as they always offered to help, but Cody obviously had (more than) his hands full. Speaking of full, once he was sitting, his overpacked belly filled his lap, even with his legs spread as far apart as his hips allowed. Trent looked at his brother-in-law again, raising an eyebrow as he silently asked, "are we doing this?" to which Cody responded with a small but grateful nod as he approached, Trent working his bra off as he did.

"How should we… How do you wanna…"

"Gimme them one at a time," Trent said as he began raising his sweater, gradually exposing more and more of his super stretched and bloated middle. "I'm sure I'll get used to feeding two at once pretty quickly, but since I haven't fed even one yet, gimme a sec…" he requested.

"I've seen Katie feed 'em a million times now," Cody shared as he carefully handed Daniel over one-sided after Trent had worked his tight sweater up and over his upper mounds.

"Hey, Danny…" the boy's uncle cooed as he took him in his outstretched arms which now only just made it beyond his pregnancy. "You're hungry, aren't you?" He asked as he gently cradled the crying infant.

While the two had known each other for years, Cody had never seen Trent looking the way he did now. Of course, the main reason for that was because his brother-in-law had never been bigger than he was at that moment, but also because he'd never seen him so in tune to a child's needs, which made him smile despite still not entirely liking what he'd been forced to ask of Trent in order to save face with his sister. It took a few moments for Trent to work Daniel into what seemed to be the proper position. Fortunately for all three of them, it was, the five month old latching on to his uncle's prominent, dark and still leaking, left nipple, which finally stopped his cries.

"Hmmmmnnnph!" The triplet-carrier grunted as his nephew started to suckle, instantly coaxing more milk out of him.

Trent would never dream of telling Cody, but Eric had suckled from his chest many times by then, also drawing milk. Right away, he noticed a big difference from how it felt when his fiancé "fed" from him, compared to when his now not quite so little anymore, nephew did.

"Did he latch?" Cody asked as he tried in vain not to stare.

"Uh huh."

"So are you ready for Jared?" The father of two asked as he readied to hand over his still wailing son.

"No, not really, but come on…"

"Thank you!" The firefighter said again as he passed Jared off, giving more assistance this time since Trent's left arm was already in use, cradling Daniel against his incredibly bulbous torso.

Gently, he turned Karen's head and guided his quivering mouth to his brother-in-law's free nipple, pushing ever so slightly against the back of the boy's head till his open mouth surrounded the dark brown nub and latched on. A moment later as cody stepped back, the sound of the boys sucking away was the only noise in the kitchen, till he let out a long sigh of relief as he plopped his ass down in the chair behind him.

"So, um…"

"What?" Trent asked quietly.

"What's it feel like?"

"Strange."

"Guess you better get used to it," Cody quietly chuckled, not wanting to disturb the relative silence. "That is if you're gonna…"

"I'm gonna give it a try."

"That's cool. Katie's been doing good with it, which is why there isn't any formula around I could've given them instead."

"You might wanna think about getting some and hiding it in the garage or something?" Trent suggested. "In case this happens again and I'm not available, which by the way, you're damn lucky I was!"

"I know…"

"'Cause it wouldn't be a good look if a firefighter and a nurse got reported to CPS!"

"No, it definitely wouldn't," Cody agreed, shaking his head. "I'll go to the store tomorrow, get some and hide it like you said," he switched to nodding before asking, "Hey… You're not gonna tell Katie, right?"

"No!" Trent firmly declared. "We're super close, like weirdly close 'cause we're twins and all, but this is as weird to and for me as it is for you!" He assured. "Maybe even weirder? And if Katie knew, I'm sure she'd feel the same, so you better stick that frozen milk of hers in the microwave and nuke it till it's thawed enough to dump down the sink!"

"You just read my mind," Cody said as he eyed Trent's anything but masculine looking chest.

"Why are you staring?" The pregnant man asked.

"Yours are bigger than hers… Your boobs, I mean," the firefighter needlessly clarified.

"I know! Quit lookin' at 'em!"

"Right…" Cody anxiously laughed as he quickly lowered his gaze to his lap. "So, um… Have you, uh… tried it?"

"Tried what?"

"Your milk."

"Eww! No!"

"Has…"

"No fucking comment!" Trent groaned and rolled his eyes again as he gently adjusted his hold on his nephews.

Cody let out a quiet chuckle before responding, "I have."

"Oh God!" His pregnant brother-in-law groaned again.

"It's surprisingly sweet," the father of two continued with an indignant shrug. "Thicker than I expected it to be too."

"That's what…" Trent began to reply before quickly clamping his mouth shut but by then, it was already too late. The damage had been done…

"Aha…" Cody smirked. "So Eric has…"

"Oh whatever! How and why do you just keep making this even weirder?!"

"Dunno?" Katie's husband shrugged. "But anyway, thanks again for coming, and thanks even more for doing what you're doing…"

"You're welcome," Trent sighed. "You're also welcome for me promising that no matter what, I'll never ask my sister, your wife, to do what I'm doing now, even if I do plan on asking her to be the trips' Godmother."

"You do?!"

"Um, of course!"

"She's gonna be so stoked!" Cody grinned before quietly clearing his throat as he rather awkwardly shuffled around in his chair. "So have you given any thought to who you're gonna ask to be the Godfather yet?"

"Eric and I have," Trent confirmed. "And I wouldn't hold your breath, especially not after tonight!" He teased.

"Ouch…"

"That's not really the reason," the triplet-carrying man shook his head. "The real reason is that we want someone from both sides, so while the Godfather is still TBD, it's gonna be someone from Eric's side."

"That makes sense," Cody nodded. "Speaking of your soon-to-be husband, are you gonna tell him about this?"

"Won't have to. He'll notice."

"Huh? How?"

Trent chuckled. "Think about it, dude… One, he's a doctor, two, he likes my tits just as much as you like my sister's, so as soon as I take my sweater and bra off…"

"He'll notice they're…"

"Drained, which is actually kind of a relief right now since I don't have the bra on for support."

"Yeah, but you can put it back on when you're done," Cody said, making his triplet-filled brother-in-law laugh.

"Too much work. Took me forever to get it on in the first place, and I only did 'cause I knew I was gonna be moving around a lot. Well, a lot for me now…"

"I'm confused… You guys didn't hire movers?"

"We did."

"So then why were you at the house packing…"

Trent huffed. "They're doing the rest of everything, OK?"

"OK…" Cody nodded. "But why weren't they doing everything in the…"

"You don't get to start in on me too!" Trent cut him off. "Leave that to Eric!"

Ten minutes later, as he and Cody were talking about his upcoming bachelor/baby shower and wedding in back and forth whispers, Trent noticed the twins' suckling started to slow, which was followed by the odd sensation of warm milk dribbling down his breasts. Finally, the twins had fallen asleep, so he whispered to Cody to first get him some more paper towels, then come get his sons.

"I'm going now," he said once Cody was holding the twins and he'd wiped down his breasts and nipples of all that had leaked from him. "Good luck getting them down, 'cause you're on your own with that!"

"That, I'm good at!" Cody proudly announced. "At least when they're not hungry!" He quickly clarified. "Lemme go bring them up, then I'll be back down to help you get…"

"I got it," Trent grunted as he used the table for support, along with all the strength he'd built up in his lower body over the last several months, to raise himself from what'd become his feeding chair, giant pregnancy first, of course, followed by his still big, but less bloated boobs.

"That was impressive…"

"Thanks…" the pregnant man chuckled as he tugged his sweater back down. "Alright man, I'll see ya…"

"At the bachelor party!" Cody grinned. "If not before…"

"I wouldn't get too excited if I were you," Trent cautioned. "I don't know anything about it, other than it's safe to say that my bachelor party isn't going to be like any of the others you've been to…"

"No, it probably won't, but I'm sure it's still gonna be fun!"

"Do you know something I don't?" He asked. "You do, don't you..?"

"Maybe?" Cody winked as he headed for the stairs, peacefully sleeping sons in arm.

"Ugh! You really are an ass!"

"Love you too, bro!"

"Yeah, yeah…" Trent sighed as he slowly waddled towards the front door, hands on his lower back, forcing his pregnancy even further out in front of him than it (unnaturally) naturally stuck out. "Don't forget to dump that milk!"

"Oh shit! Thanks!"

Trent chuckled and shook his head as the door shut behind him and he lumbered to his van. It was obvious Cody was still in a little over his head when it came to caring for his boys on his own, but he knew he'd get it eventually… Looking down at his massive belly, Trent wondered how hard it was going to be for him when the time came for him to take care of his three children on his own? For the foreseeable future, he was going to be a (mostly) stay-at-home dad, so he'd probably get used to it relatively quickly, but he already knew that the journey to becoming a successful parent was going to be a long and hard one.

And still, he was looking forward to it.