the pregnant bartender

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Date: Mon Feb 28 5:36 PM, 2011

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Chapter One:

"What time is it?" Tyrone asked sleepily, waking up as the bed groaned under the added weight of his very pregnant boyfriend, Marcus.

"3:20," Marcus sighed as he tried to get comfortable. He was ready for some sleep.

"Damn baby," Tyrone yawned, sitting up slightly, turning to face Marcus. "That's too late. You shouldn't even be working anymore let alone coming home at 3 in the morning."

"I gotta make all the money I can before these three get here," Marcus said, running a hand over his wife-beater covered belly. "And that could be any time now."

"That's why I've been working doubles at the shop though," Tyrone said, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend's cheek. "So you ain't gotta be workin' this much."

"Baby it's not enough," Marcus grunted as he turned to face Tyrone, his belly leading the way, landing heavily against Tyrone who scooted back to give Marcus more room. "I'mma be outta work for at least 2 months so I've gotta bring in all the money I can so we don't have to dip too much into our savings."

"Still," Tyrone said with a sigh. "I don't like it. And I really don't like you working there," he emphasized.

"What's wrong with where I work?" Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow

"You know what's wrong with it," Tyrone retorted. "It's a club that has only pregnant men working at it, you don't wear a shirt and you make your tips showing your body to all those skeezy guys who come in to look at you! I don't see why you didn't keep your spot at your regular place, why you had to go and work at this place where men come look at you all big and pregnant with my babies?"

"'Cause at BOB's (short for Baby On Board) I make $10 an hour plus tips! At the old place I only made $5 an hour and the tips sucked. I gotta make that money while I can. Plus I'm only bar tending, I'm not one of the dancers. I just make the guys their drinks while happenin' to not wear a shirt. That's how I make my tips thank you."

"You know damn well Marcus you make such good tips now 'cause they love lookin' at you," Tyrone added.

"Aww is my man jealous?" Marcus asked playfully.

"I sho am!" Tyrone said defensively. "I hate that you gotta still work in the first place but I really hate that you gotta work there. I know all them dudes is thinkin' the same thing as me."

"And whachu thinkin' baby?" Marcus asked, leaning in to kiss Tyrone.

"How much I wanna fuck that pregnant ass of yours," Tyrone moaned into the kiss.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmmhmm!" Tyrone nodded, reaching around to smack Marcus' bare ass. "You up for it?"

"Tyrone DeJuan Hawkins, it's 3:30 in the morning, I've been on my feet for the last 8 hours, I'm almost 9 months pregnant with your 3 babies and I'm tired as shit. So even as horny as I am, no I'm not up for it."

"Ok," Tyrone sighed. "But tomorrow?"

"You mean later today?" Marcus asked. "Yes, later today I'll let you fuck me but right now, I just wanna sleep."

"Dat's wassup!" Tyrone agreed. "I was all asleep until your big ass woke me up getting into the bed."

"Excuse me?" Marcus asked, sitting up on his elbow. "I know you ain't sayin' I'm fat!"

"I'm playin' baby!" Tyrone giggled, leaning in one final time to kiss Marcus goodnight. "Go to bed."

"You don't need to tell me twice!"
Chapter Two:

Marcus was woken up much sooner than he would've preferred and this time it wasn't from the babies. No, this morning, at 6:30 he was woken up by his horny boyfriend who he had promised sex to the night before. A promise is a promise though...

After a quick but good session, Marcus went back to bed as Tyrone got ready to go work at his car repair shop. Before he left though Marcus reminded him that he was off tonight so he shouldn't work too late.

When Tyrone left, Marcus used the bathroom and then decided to sleep in for a few more hours. Being 9 months pregnant with triplets was tiring and he needed all the sleep he could get. Surprisingly, the closer he got to delivery the more he was able to sleep. As big as the babies were, there wasn't much room left in him for them to squirm around and wake him anymore.

Around 11, Marcus decided it was time to get up and go to the gym. Aside from being a bartender, Marcus was a part time bodybuilder so he loved working out Even pregnant he had kept up his fitness and lifting routine knowing that as soon as possible he'd want to get back into body building though he had some doubts as to the condition his stomach would be left in after the pregnancy.

He put in a good 2 hours at the gym, working out with some of his bodybuilder friends, all of whom were impressed with the shape he kept his body in throughout the pregnancy. After his workout, he showered and changed at the gym and then headed over to BOB. Although he wasn't working that night his manager had asked him in to help set up for the evening crowd.

He used his key to open the front door and without looking up, started heading for the supply room to get out the silverware and napkins he had to roll. As he walked across the dance floor he didn't notice the crowd of people gathered in the shadows until they yelled out to him.

"Surprise!!!" They all yelled.

"Oh shit!" Marcus yelped, grabbing his chest from the shock.

The lights came on and laughter sounded as the small crowd revealed themselves. As they did, a laughing Tyrone came forward.

"I'm sorry baby," he said, reaching out to hug his startled boyfriend. "I told them not to scare you!"

"Damn right!" Marcus said, finally starting to laugh himself. "What the hell y'all thinkin'? Scarin' a man who's 9 months pregnant and could go into labor at any second! That what y'all tryin' to do?" Marcus yelled at the group playfully, as he rubbed his belly. "Whachu doin' here anyway baby?" He asked Tyrone.

"It's your baby shower!" Tyrone explained with a grin and a kiss. "Me and Tim planned it and wanted to surprise you."

"Well you succeeded," Marcus said. "Where is Tim anyway?"

"Over here big boy," Tim said walking up to hug Marcus. "So we got you huh?"

"Sure did," Marcus nodded. "Also got the babies all worked up too! Where's the manager of this joint? I'mma need to talk to him!"

"You're lookin' at him,!" Tim laughed.

Tim, the manager of BOB had contacted Tyrone and together the two of them planned a baby shower for Marcus. All the BOB staff was there in all their various stages of pregnant glory along with some of Tyrone and Marcus' personal friends and even some family, including to Marcus' surprise, his mother.

"Ma whachu doin' here?" Marcus asked as he hugged her.

"I had to come see my baby," she smiled, returning the hug. "Child you so big now!"

"Tell me about it!" Marcus laughed.

"I mean really son," she said, taking a step back to fully take in Marcus' form. "You the biggest one here and there are some other large men here," she said looking around.

"Well none of them are having triplets like me," Marcus explained. "Everyone else is just having one except for Sam over there," he said, pointing out the young Asian man who danced at the bar. "He's having twins. He's due in a couple weeks."

"You as big as a house boy I swear!" Marcus' mother exclaimed. "I sure ain't worried 'bout the babies bein' a good size 'cause I can see they are!" She said reaching out to rub Marcus' belly.

"Yes ma'am," Marcus laughed. "When I went to the doctor's last week, he said they're on track to be about 9-10 lbs. each."

" Child I can't even imagine how you still gettin' around I swear!" She exclaimed. "I remember being pregnant with you and you were a big baby and by the end I didn't wanna get outta bed!"

"Well Ma," Marcus laughed. "You're a little smaller than me."

"Everyone's a little smaller than you now that's for sure!" She laughed.

"So even my own ma thinks I'm fat too huh?" Marcus laughed, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry Marcus but there's just no denyin' it!" She said, failing to stifle her laughter. "I wouldn't say you're fat," She said, giving her son another look over. "I can tell you still been workin' out but you are one big boy!"

"I tell him that everyday," Tyrone joked, returning to Marcus' side after talking with some of their friends. "And most of the time it gets me in trouble!"

"Now Tyrone," Marcus' mom said. "I know your mother and I know she has sense enough to have told you that you ain't supposed to tell a pregnant person they big!"

"But you just told me I was big Ma!" Marcus laughed.

"Well I'm your mama! I can say things like that!"

"And I'm your man so I can say things like that too!" Tyrone said firmly yet playfully.

"You really wanna sleep on the couch tonight huh?" Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow to Tyrone. "You may have gotten me this big but you still can't talk about how big I am. Got it?"

"Yes baby," Tyrone said, lowering his head but still smirking.

"You boys," Marcus' mom said. "I swear you better not be fightin' like this in front of my granbabies!"

"We just playin' Ma!" Marcus laughed.

"Mmmhmm," she smirked, rolling her eyes. "Anyway you boys should go say hi and thank you to all your friends for comin'. I'mma go get me some food."

"Yes ma'am," they both said.

Marcus and Tyrone made the rounds, talking to everyone and thanking them for coming. Eventually everyone sat down and watched as Marcus and Tyrone opened gift after gift. Marcus' mom helped out by writing down who had given what so that Marcus and Tyrone could send out thank you notes.

After presents came cake and after cake all the friends and family left, leaving the BOB staff to clean up and prep for the evening. Marcus walked his mom out, thanking her for coming and reminding her that the next time she saw him she'd be a grandma. She was so excited.

Marcus had a great time and was glad to have such supportive coworkers, friends and family in his life. He was also glad he had Tyrone, who never left his side the whole time, constantly making sure Marcus was comfortable and didn't need anything.

Tim helped Tyrone get all the gifts loaded into Marcus' truck and walked them both back out as they left.

"Today wasn't just your baby shower but it can also be your last day if you want," Tim said. "You're due next Tuesday right?"

"Yep," Marcus nodded. "4 more days is the plan. But if you don't mind I might come in for a couple more shifts. Gotta make that paper you know!"

"It's totally up to you two," Tim said. "No pressure from me but I will say the bar always does especially good when you're working."

Marcus noticed that Tyrone didn't look to happy about his last comment so he told Tim he'd talk it over with Tyrone and let him know. After thanking Tim again and giving him a hug, Marcus and Tyrone went home.
Chapter Three:

It was still early in the evening when Marcus and Tyrone got home and got all the gifts out of the car and into the nursery. They felt truly blessed to have such caring people in their lives as they got a chance to look over everything they had been given.

"Thanks again baby," Marcus said from the rocking chair he sat in as he opened a pack of onesies and tossed them on the pile he formed on the floor of all the new clothes that needed to be washed. "I had a great time."

"We really got you huh?" Tyrone laughed. "You really had no idea did you?"

"Nope," Marcus confirmed. "I really didn't and that's surprising considering Ma knew about it. You know that woman got the biggest mouth in the world and can't never keep a secret but she didn't tell me."

"I told her we'd have to have some words if she did," Tyrone joked.

"So that's how it is?" Marcus laughed. "You even got my mama in check huh?"

"You know I run this ship!" Tyrone smirked.

"That's what you think!" Marcus chuckled. "Whatever keeps you happy."

"You know what would really keep me happy right now?" Tyrone asked, crawling across the floor on his knees, away from the baby swing he was putting together.

"Lemme guess," Marcus smirked. "Sex?"

"Well that always keeps me happy," Tyrone laughed as he kneeled in front of Marcus, putting his hands on either side of the belly that spilled over his lap. "But we can do that later. Right now I'm hungry!"

"Me too," Marcus said, putting his hands over Tyrone's. "Whachu wanna eat?"

"How 'bout we go over to Deanna's house?" Tyrone suggested.

"You sure your sister won't mind us poppin' in on her for dinner?"

"Nah, I talked to her earlier today," Tyrone said, moving his hands to rub Marcus' big belly. "She had to work which is why she couldn't come to the shower so she said to come over if we want. Plus she always got enough food with all them kids she has."

"You know we about to have just as many as she and James have," Marcus pointed out.

"Damn," Tyrone said, sounding somewhat surprised. "I never really thought about that!"

"You know you worry me sometimes," Marcus chuckled, shaking his head.

"Whatever," Tyrone laughed. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah let's bounce," Marcus nodded. "Help me up."

With some serious grunts from both of them, Tyrone got Marcus standing and followed behind as Marcus waddled his way to the truck.
Chapter Four:

Tyrone drove he and Marcus over to his sister, Deanna's house. As soon as they arrived and were out of the truck, they were swarmed by Deanna and James' 3 young children: Jimmy, 6; Alexa, 4 and Tyler, 3.

"Uncle Ty! Uncle Marcus!" The 3 yelled in unison as they rushed to hug their uncles.

"Hi guys!" Marcus said warmly. "Y'all gettin' so big!"

"So are you Uncle Marcus!" Alexa laughed, poking Marcus' belly.

"You gotta real big tummy Unca Marcus!" Tyler said, looking up at his uncle. "Mommy says you got babies inside of you."

"I do," Marcus nodded. "They're your cousins. You're gonna meet them real soon!"

"How many babies are in Uncle Marcus Uncle Tyrone?" Jimmy asked the uncle who had scooped him up in a hug.

"3," Tyrone explained.

"Mommy had 3 kids," Tyler added. "Me, Jimmy and Alexa."

"That's right!" Tyrone nodded.

"Uncle Tyrone," Jimmy started with a puzzled face. "How did Uncle Marcus get 3 babies inside him?"

"Oh Lord," Marcus laughed rolling his eyes. "Jimmy go run inside and tell your mommy and daddy we here."

"But!" Jimmy protested. "How did you..."

"Jimmy listen to your uncle!" Tyrone said, putting Jimmy down.

"Ok," Jimmy nodded, looking disappointed that his question went unanswered. But as soon as he ran toward the house he seemed to forget as he called out, "Mom! Dad! They're here!"

"That was close," Marcus said to Tyrone as they headed for the house.

"Tell me about it," Tyrone agreed. "Lucky the other 2 are too young to think to ask questions like that yet!"

"Hey guys!" Deanna said, coming out to greet them. "Glad you could make it!"

"Thanks for having us D," Tyrone smiled, hugging his sister. "You're kids are a trip."

"Uh oh," Deanna said, as she came over to hug Marcus. "They buggin' you already?"

"No!" Marcus laughed. "But Jimmy did just ask Tyrone how I got 3 babies in me!"

"He did not!" Deanna said, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. "That boy is just askin' questions 'bout everything now! Whachu tell him?"

"I told him to tell you we were here!" Marcus laughed.

"Good," Deanna nodded. "Luckily it's still pretty easy to distract him but I don't think that'll last much longer, then I'mma actually have to answer his questions!"

"Where's James at?" Tyrone asked as he headed for the fridge to grab a beer.

"He's out back grilling," Deanna said, nodding toward the back of the house.

"I'mma go out back baby ok?" Tyrone asked as he already headed for the backyard.

"Ok," Marcus nodded.

The 3 kids came running through the kitchen like a pack of wild dogs. Marcus chuckled as Deanna pushed them out the back door for them to go play in the yard and wondered how she did it. Then he wondered how he would do it with 3 kids all the same age!

"So Marcus how you holdin' up?" Deanna asked, as she went to the stove to stir a pot of baked beans.

"Fine actually," Marcus said coming over to lean against the counter. "I really can't complain."

"You nervous?" Deanna asked, looking up from the pot.

"'Bout what?" Marcus laughed. "'Bout delivery or 'bout suddenly havin' 3 little babies all at once?" Deanna laughed. "Yeah I'm nervous but I'm excited."

"Only a few more days," Deanna reminded him.

"I know," Marcus nodded, looking down at the belly the spilled out in front of him. "Hard to believe. Seems like yesterday we found out we were pregnant and now they're gonna be here any day."

"Just wait 'til they get here," Deanna said, stepping away from the stove to take a salad out of the fridge. "For awhile you won't get any sleep but all of a sudden they'll be crawlin', then walkin' and talkin' and then be startin' kindergarten!"

"It can't go that fast," Marcus laughed.
"Sure can and it does!" Deanna said. "Might not seem like it but one day you'll just realize they ain't so little anymore and you'll wonder, where'd all that time go?"

"You sound like you miss having a baby," Marcus smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do!" Deanna sighed. "Don't tell James and don't think I don't love my kids but there's nothing like having a baby."

"Well I'mma 'bout to find that out times 3!" Marcus laughed. "So anytime you want to remember what it's like to hold a baby or change its diaper, you know where to come!"

"Really?" Deanna asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Whachu mean really D?" Marcus asked. "You about to be an aunt! You can come over anytime!"

"I would love that!" Deanna gushed. She was a natural maternal figure.

"I'mma go out on a limb and guess that Tyrone and I would love that too!" Marcus laughed.

"Really Marcus, in your condition you shouldn't be goin' out on no limbs," Deanna joked.

"Quit playin' girl," Marcus continued to laughed. "Damn near everyone I see is tellin' me how big I am."

"Well what else you expect them to say?" Deanna giggled. "Oooh boy you so skinny!"

"Whatever," Marcus laughed.

"Can you do me a favor and go tell our men to hurry up with that meat so we can eat please?" Deanna asked Marcus as she went to set the table.

"Sure thing," Marcus said, shoving off of the counter. "I'm sure they're just out there shootin' the shit and the meat's been done for 5 minutes already. You know how them two just get to talkin'!"

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Deanna said, shaking her head and rolling here eyes.
hapter Five:

"I hope that meat ain't all dry and burnt!" Marcus called out from the deck down to James and Tyrone who were down in the yard grilling.

"Hey bro!" James called back, waving. "The meat is fine. Took it off the grill 5 minutes ago. We was just lettin' the kids get some more energy out before we came in."

"Mmmhmm," Marcus grunted. "I'd think you'd know by now after D's been pregnant 3 times, you don't keep a pregnant person waitin' for food!"

"Damn Ty," James laughed. "He's gettin' a lil' bossy now ain't he. I thought you ran this game!" He said, playfully slapping Tyrone on the back.

Tyrone laughed and opened his mouth to respond but looked up at Marcus and thought better of it and instead just took a sip of his beer. When the men still didn't make any moves to come in Marcus really got them moving.

"Don't make me get Deanna out here James," he said.

"Alright, alright!" James said putting his hands up. "No need to call out the big guns, we're comin'. Jimmy, Alexa, Ty! Come on in! Dinner!"

Marcus shook his head as he waddled back inside. He was soon followed by 3 stampeding kids and finally by Tyrone and James who came in with the main course.

Dinner was great. True to his word, James hadn't burnt the ribs, which were delicious and practically fell off the bone. Marcus watched in awe as Deanna and James ate in between cutting up food for their children, wiping their mouths, refilling drinks and answering Jimmy's constant barrage of questions. Seeing the way Deanna and James interacted with their kids made Marcus both excited and really nervous about the impending arrival of his own 3.

Tyrone and Marcus hung out for awhile after Deanna got the kids to bed. They took this time to ask Deanna and James to be God parents which they happily accepted.

"You really waited 'til the last minute huh?" James laughed. "They're gonna be here in a few days! Did your first choice turn you down or somethin'?"

"Don't be stupid bro!" Tyrone laughed. "You know we would only ask you guys. We just hadn't gotten around to it yet."

"Well next time you might wanna ask sooner," James said. "What if someone else asked us?"

"Next time?" Tyrone asked, nearly choking on his beer.

"Don't you want more kids?" asked James.

"I think 3 is enough," Tyrone said, regaining his composure.

"But 4 is such a nice number," Deanna said, smiling.

"You go and have another one and you tell me how nice 4 is and then we'll talk ok sis?" Tyrone laughed.

"How 'bout we actually have these 3 first," Marcus said. "Before we even think about having more."

"Damn," Tyrone said, snapping his fingers.

"What?" Asked Deanna.

"I just realized we gonna have to go back to usin' condoms ain't we baby?" Tyrone asked Marcus.

"TMI!" James said, covering his ears.

"You damn right!" Marcus confirmed. "I haven't minded being pregnant but it's gonna be awhile before I even think about it again so yes!"

"Too bad they haven't come up with a male birth control pill yet," Deanna said.
"Mmmhmm," Tyrone agreed. "'Cause there ain't nothin' I like more than gettin' in my man all nice and..."

"Really bro!" James said holding out his hands. "We tight and all but I don't wanna know all that business!"

"Really Tyrone," Marcus agreed. "Ain't no need to be puttin' our stuff out there like that!"

"Man y'all some prudes!" Tyrone said waving them off. "We all know we ALL do it!"

"True but you don't hear me talkin' about what me and D do!" James laughed.

"Eww man that's my sister!"

"And you're my brother in law so it's pretty much the same thing," James pointed out.

"Enough sex talk boys," Deanna said, effectively ending that part of the conversation. "Have y'all thought of any names?"

"We have but since we don't know the sexes of the babies yet we haven't really settled but we have picked out 3 girls names and 3 boys names," Marcus explained.

"For the boys we have Daniel, Isaiah and Damian," Tyrone said. "And for girls we have Keisha, Aubrey and Shantee."

"Nice," James nodded.

"I like them all!" Deanna agreed. "Makes me wanna think of a name for our fourth!"

"Our fourth?" James asked. "I thought we was all playin' before! You ain't really thinkin' about havin' another one are you?"

"Well maybe?" Deanna shrugged. "I mean I'm the one who stays home with the kids."

"And I'm the one who makes the money for you to do that!" James chuckled.

"Yeah and you make good money so what's 1 more?"

"1 more is a new car, a new house if you don't want the kids sharing rooms," James pointed out. "1 more is a lot more than just 1 more baby."

"Well promise we'll think about it?" Deanna asked James.

"I ain't promisin' that!" James laughed until he saw that Deanna looked upset. "Ok fine we'll talk about it," he said. Immediately Deanna perked up. "But not for like another year ok?"

"Ok," Deanna agreed.

At this point Marcus let out a loud yawn and looked over at Tyrone. "Baby?"

"Alright y'all," Tyrone said, taking his cue and standing. "Thanks for the hospitality but my baby daddy over here is tired and I need to take him home!"

"Yeah it is gettin' late," Deanna agreed looking at the clock. "Those kids get up earlier everyday I swear and I need my beauty sleep."

"You pretty as a picture baby," James complimented, coming over to kiss his wife.

"Oh don't go startin' nothin'," Deanna giggled as she kissed her man. "It's that kinda talk that makes babies!"

"Well in that case," James said, immediately pulling away from his wife. "You sure do look tired!"

"Y'all a trip," Marcus said, shaking his head as he hugged James and kissed Deanna goodbye.

"Get home safe," Deanna said as she followed Tyrone and Marcus to the door. "And call me as soon as you go into labor. I wanna come to the hospital!"

"Ok!" Marcus called back as Tyrone led him down the stairs to the truck.

"Night y'all!" Tyrone called out from the truck as they pulled away.
Chapter Six:

"I'mma get ready for bed," Marcus told Tyrone as he waddled ahead into their condo. "You gonna work on the babies' room some more?"

"Anything for you baby," Tyrone said softly into Marcus' ear as he came up behind him and wrapped his arms around marcus' vast expanse.

"Oh Lord," Marcus sighed. "I know whachu want."

"You know you want it too baby," Tyrone said, still all in Marcus' ear. He followed up with a gentle bite and a kiss on Marcus' lobe, eliciting a deep moan.

"You think I want some of this?" Marcus asked, reaching back and down to grab onto Tyrone's steadily engorging piece.

"I know you do," Tyrone said, now moving down to Marcus' neck, his other hot spot. That got him another moan.

"Fine," Marcus agreed, leaning back into Tyrone's embrace. Luckily Tyrone was a pretty big guy himself so he could take Marcus' weight no problem.

"Whachu mean fine?" Tyrone laughed. "Don't make like you don't want it!" He said, grinding his dick gently against Marcus' touch. "You know you do."

"You always gotta be so damn cocky?" Marcus asked.

"You know you like it," Tyrone said as he kissed down the center of Marcus' neck.

"I do," Marcus giggled.

"Alright," Tyrone said, backing away from Marcus and playfully slapping his ass. "You go get yourself ready and lookin' sexy for me and while you do that, I'mma go work in the babies' room," he said with a wink as he walked off toward the nursery.

"Mmm," Marcus moaned as he watched his man walk away. Tyrone was right, he loved how cocky he was. Sure it could get annoying sometimes when Marcus was trying to be serious but most of the time it was just plain sexy.
Chapter 7:

"Damn," Tyrone said as he came into the bedroom. "You look hella hot right now."

"You like what you see?" Marcus asked from the bed.

"You know it," Tyrone nodded as he walked toward Marcus' stripping his clothes as he went.

Marcus was laying on his side, his huge belly spilling out of the short, open robe he was wearing. One hand he used to prop himself up while the other he used to rub large circles over his pregnancy. The triplets had stretched his caramel skin to the max, covering his stomach with fine stretch marks, leaving his otherwise flawless and smooth skin looking marbled. Tyrone loved seeing his man filled to capacity, carrying the 3 children he had put inside of him. As muscular and masculine as Marcus was, seeing him so huge and pregnant made him look vulnerable to Tyrone, who couldn't wait for what was going to happen next.
Chapter 8:

After their session, Marcus and Tyrone discussed whether or not Marcus would keep working. Marcus was of course all for it, wanting to make all the money he could while he still had the chance because honestly, the bigger he got, so did his tips. After some convincing, Tyrone finally agreed.

The next morning, Marcus called Tim and told him the he and Tyrone agreed that he would work at least a couple more shifts. Tim was delighted to hear that his most popular bartender would continue to work because the closer Marcus got to delivery and the bigger he got, the bigger the crowds were at the bar.

Although it was Saturday and it should have been his day off, Tyrone went into work. Knowing that he too would soon be taking some time off, Tyrone agreed with Marcus that it was best to put in all the time at the shop that he could.

Marcus took it easy all day, lounging around the house, watching TV and napping. He knew he'd be tired as hell by the time he got home from the bar that night. Saturdays were a busy night since everyone was off work and because of the dancers. BOB had pregnant male strippers every Friday and Saturday night and they were a really big draw. Of course the bar was full of men who came to see the dancers but there was also a fair share of women who usually came for baby showers. It was always funny to see one of the dancers attempt to give a pregnant woman a lap dance, both their bellies getting in the way of what remained of each of their laps but somehow the dancer always managed to do something special for the lady of honor.

Around 6:00PM, Tyrone called Marcus and told him James had called to ask if he could take him out as kind of an impromptu father-to-be baby shower, one last hurrah before the babies came. Marcus told him that was fine and to have fun and that he'd see him later that night (really early the next morning by the time he got home).

After Tyrone's call Marcus figured he should get ready for work. He took a quick (in his condition) shower and got dressed in a comfy paternity sweat suit. He'd change into his uniform (a pair of stretchy, short, black lyrca shorts and a tiny leather vest) at the bar.

Marcus waddled his way out to the car and carefully lowered himself in. He was panting slightly as he adjusted himself behind the wheel and couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was thinking when he agreed to work. Just the walk/waddle out to the car had him slightly winded so he could only imagine how he'd feel after 6 hours on his feet.

"Gotta make that money," he reminded himself as he pulled out from the curb and headed for BOB's.

Chapter 9:

Marcus got to the bar a little before his 8:00PM shift started and made his way to the locker room in back. The bartenders shared the room with the dancers and there was always a pregnant guy or two in there in various stages of undress.

"Hey man!" Terry, a fellow bartender smiled at Marcus from in front of his locker. "I didn't know you were coming in tonight, thought it was just gonna be me and Kevin," he said, scooting over on the bench to make room for Marcus.

"Yeah I decided to work a couple more shifts," Marcus nodded.

"I can't imagine working on my feet at your size," Terry said, looking Marcus up and down in disbelief. "It's hard enough for me and I'm only havin' 1 and not due for another month!"

"Shoot," Marcus groaned as he took a seat next to Terry. "We'll see how long I last tonight. I'm feelin' tired already."

"Well don't worry," Terry said. "I got here early and got the bar fully stocked and prepped so you just gotta stand there and look pretty and make these guys their drinks!"

"You did all the prep work yourself?" Marcus asked as he leaned forward over his belly to open his locker.

"Yeah," Terry said, shaking his head. "Kevin was supposed to be here early too but he hasn't shown yet. If that bitch went into labor and didn't get someone to cover for him I'm gonna kick his ass!"

"Cool your jets dude," Kevin said as he waddled into the locker room. "I'm not due for 2 more weeks so don't jinx me. I had a doctor's appointment and it ran late."

"What's up man?" Marcus nodded at Kevin. "You're lookin' like you're getting pretty close to deliverin' nowadays."

"Speak for yourself," Kevin laughed, patting Marcus on the back. "You look like you were due a few weeks ago!"

"I'm startin' to feel like it too," Marcus said as he got his uniform out of the locker. "Carryin' 3 babies around ain't no joke!"

The 3 continued to make small talk as they had some time to kill before they needed to be out at the bar. Eventually they decided they should get changed.

Kevin and Terry had to help Marcus to his feet from the bench. Once standing, Marcus pulled off his hoody and wife beater, baring his full-figured torso, then kicked off his sweat pants and underwear.

Terry and Kevin got naked too. While all 3 were due within a month of each other, their sizes varied greatly. Obviously Marcus was the biggest since he was having triplets. Kevin was next in line size wise.

For carrying 1 and still having 2 weeks to go, Kevin was big. Kevin told them that according to his doctor, the baby was on track to be around 13 lbs. Kevin's baby wasn't just big, he was too. He and Marcus actually knew each other before working at BOB's because like Marcus he was also a body builder so he had the body to carry a big baby. Kevin was 24, white, about 6'1" and had short dark brown hair. Marcus had always thought Kevin was pretty sexy for a white boy and was even more so now that he had filled out, plumped and blown up during his pregnancy.

Terry was the youngest of the group at 20 and was also the smallest not only pregnancy wise but physically as well. Terry was Hispanic and stood 5'9" tall and had the most beautiful tan skin. He had a good size belly on him which looked huge on him because he was relatively slender compared to Kevin and Marcus but he had a big butt. He always told everyone he was related to J.Lo and his big sexy butt was the reason he ended up pregnant.

Marcus really liked Terry and looked at him almost like a younger brother. Unlike Marcus and Kevin, Terry didn't know or have a relationship with his baby's father and his family didn't support him. Upon meeting him and finding out about his situation, Marcus helped Terry out the best he could, whether it was inviting him over for dinner when he knew money was tight or just hanging out with him since none of his young, single friends would anymore.

"Y'all gonna have to help me into these shorts," Marcus said, holding up the small pair of shorts in front of him.

Terry took the front, and Kevin took the back and the 2 helped Marcus step carefully into the shorts, 1 leg at a time. There was no way Marcus would see his feet below his belly so he relied on them to help him into the tiny garment.

"Damn Marcus," Kevin said as he tried to pull the shorts up fully over Marcus' ass. "Your ass is half hanging out of these! You need a bigger size!"

"That's the biggest size they got!" Marcus said. "How bad is it?"

Terry who had gotten Marcus' equipment stuffed into the equally tight yet slightly more covering front of the shorts, came around back to look. "It's not bad," he said. "I mean your ass looks great but it's definitely poppin' out!"

"Oh well," Marcus sighed. "What else am I gonna wear?"

"You know I hate you right?" Kevin smirked, smacking Marcus on the butt.

"Why's that?" Marcus asked.

"'Cause you're gonna get all the tips!" Kevin whined. "I wish my shorts were as small and tight as yours!"
Chapter 10:

As Marcus knew it would be, by 10:00PM the bar was packed. He knew part of the reason was because he was there. His line at the bar was easily 5 times longer than either Terry or Kevin's and many of his patrons told him they let their friends know he was working.

Marcus couldn't help but feel real sexy as he served. As much as his feet and back were killing him and although he loved Tyrone with all his heart, he couldn't help but soak up all the attention and admiration he was getting.

Eventually though his along with Terry and Kevin's lines died down as the crowd vied for position around the stage. The dancers came on at 11:00 and everyone wanted to get a good spot. The first dancer, Evan, a 28 year old white guy who was due in two months came on. Evan was cute but nothing special. The current house specialty was Sam, the cute little Asian who was having twins. He would be closing the show.

Evan performed his routine and did a good job at that. He had his own groupies who came every week to see him as he got bigger and bigger. When he finished, Troy came on. Troy was a cute Filipino who prior to getting pregnant had been a dancer for Janet Jackson, so he definitely had moves. He was having 1 baby and was due in 3 weeks but on this slender yet muscled dancer's body, his belly looked like it was ready to pop.

As Troy took the stage, Marcus went about helping straighten up and restock the bar with Kevin and Terry while they weren't too busy. Suddenly Tim came running up behind the bar and came straight to Marcus.

"I need a favor," he said, slightly gasping for breath.

"What's up?". Marcus asked as he wiped off the bar.

"Sam's boyfriend just called from the hospital. He went into labor," Tim explained.

"Oh wow!" Marcus said. "He's a little early. Well tell him I said congratulations."

"I will," Tim nodded. "But he was supposed to dance tonight."

"And?" Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well aside from you," Tim said, pouring himself a scotch on the rocks. "He's the reason people are here tonight. He's our biggest dancer, or he was anyway and everyone's here to see him tonight."

"And?" Marcus asked again.

"And well," Tim said, gulping his drink down. "Will you dance instead of him?"

"You want me to dance?" Marcus asked, nearly laughing.

"I'll give you $1500.00 plus what you made at the bar tonight plus all the tips that'll get thrown at you when you dance," Tim said. "I really need your help man. There's no one else close to Sam's size and you're the only one bigger. If I don't get you up there we might have a stampede on our hands."

"I dunno Tim," Marcus said, shaking his head. "I dunno how I feel about gettin' naked up there, and I would have to check with Tyrone."

"I'll give you 2 grand!" Tim yelled. "Plus everything else I said. Look Marcus I need you!"

"I dunno Tim," Marcus sighed.

"Please Marcus!" Tim pleaded. "If you're worried about Tyrone, he'll never find out! Think about the money!"

Marcus paused and thought for a minute. He sure could use the money and Tim was right, Tyrone would never find out since he was out with James and his other friends right now. As much as he hated the thought of making Tyrone mad, the thought of the extra money is what convinced Marcus. That and he couldn't help but feel even more sexy at the thought of dancing in front of everyone.

"Fine," he agreed. "But I get to do what I want and if that means I don't get all the way naked then so be it, ok?"

"Deal!" Tim agreed. "Now let's go get you changed!" He said as he led Marcus back toward the locker room.

***Meanwhile across town...

Tyrone and James were at a local sports bar with some of their friends, most of whom were already fathers and had plenty of horror stories along with advice to share with Tyrone. Eventually all the guest left, leaving Tyrone and James at the bar. Both were pretty tipsy but far from being done for the night.

"So what you got planned next bro?"Tyrone asked James as he sipped his beer.

"Um," James said, taking a gulp of his own drink. "Nothing really. I didn't think all these dudes would have to bounce so early. Their baby mamas and daddies sure got them on lock down huh?"

"Mmmhmm," Tyrone agreed. "You lucky D's cool witchu bein' out tonight."

"It's a rare occurrence I get to go out," James assured him. "So we better figure out something to do 'cause I don't wanna go home yet!"

"Let's go see my man," Tyrone suggested. "And get a few more drinks."

"Ok," James nodded, downing the rest of his beer.

"You know he's working tonight at BOB right?" Tyrone asked.

"Yeah I know," James nodded as he paid the bill.

"And you know what BOB is right?" Tyrone asked, wanting to make sure James knew what he was getting himself into. "And you know Marcus won't be wearin' much of anything right?"

"Yep and yep," he nodded. "I don't care man! I just wanna spend all the time I can outta that house and away from those kids just for a few hours! Let's go!"

"Ok," Tyrone shrugged as he followed James out to get a taxi. "Marcus is gonna be so surprised!"
Chapter 11:

Marcus waddled as quick as he could after Tim who was heading quickly for the locker room. Evan was in there wiping off the baby oil he had applied so he would catch the stage lights in all the right places. Tim filled Evan in about Sam and asked him to help get Marcus ready.

"Have you ever danced before?" Evan asked Marcus as he helped him out of his vest.

"Of course I've danced," Marcus laughed.

"I mean on stage," Evan explained. "For people. Stripping."

"Oh no," Marcus said, scratching his belly. "But how hard can it be?"

"When you're as pregnant it can be pretty challenging," Evan said. "I'm 7 months along with 1 and it's hard for me so I can't imagine dancing at 9 months with 3!"

"Hey!" Tim yelled from the wardrobe closet as he dug around for something that would fit Marcus. "I asked for you help, not to talk him out of it!"

"I'm just sayin'!" Evan said, putting his hands up.

"Well less sayin' and more helpin'!" Tim called out. "Help Marcus get undressed and oiled up."

Evan helped Marcus out of his clothes. It took some serious tugging and pulling from Evan to get Marcus' tight shorts off but he did, leaving Marcus standing there naked. Evan grabbed the baby oil and started rubbing it over Marcus' pregnant body as Tim continued his search for an outfit.

"What about this one?" Tim asked, holding out a firefighter's costume.

"Too small," Evan said, shaking his head. "Barely fits me now."

Tim tossed the costume aside and kept looking. "How 'bout this one?" He asked, pulling out a cop's uniform. "I haven't seen any of you wear it before."

"That might work," Evan said. "It's a new one Sam just ordered. He was waiting to grow into it a little more. It might fit Marcus but I dunno, he's a lot bigger than Sam was."

"Let's try it out," Tim said, coming out of the closet with the outfit: a dark blue police uniform with a short sleeve shirt, a tiny pair of shorts, complete with a utility belt and hat.

"I've gotta finish oiling him up," Evan said, now moving to work on marcus' belly.

"Hurry up! He's gonna be on in a few!" Tim said.

"I'm hurrying but there's a lot to cover!" Evan said.

Marcus looked down at his oiled body and suddenly realized not only was he covered in oil but also naked. No one had seen him naked besides Tyrone and his doctor in years but surprisingly Marcus wasn't embarrassed. He actually felt really sexy. He hoped he'd still feel that way when he got on stage in front of everybody.

"Alright well I'm gonna go tell the DJ to stall a little," Tim said as he headed for the door. "Or maybe I can get Troy to do an encore. Just have him ready in 10 minutes."

"No problem," Evan nodded.

A few minutes later, Evan had Marcus thoroughly oiled. Now it was time to see if the outfit fit.

"You have a thong in your locker?" Evan asked.

"A thong?" Marcus laughed. "Hell no! Do I look like the type of guy who'd have a thong in his locker?"

"Asked the man who's pregnant and takes it up the ass and is about to go out and strip!" Evan laughed. "You'll have to borrow 1 of Sam's I guess," Evan said as he went over to Sam's locker and found a thong that somewhat matched the costume.

"Damn," Marcus said as Evan helped him put on and pull up the thong he found. "This thing is tight! How do y'all wear these things?" He asked as he reached behind himself and picked the thong out of his big pregnant ass.

"You get used to them," Evan said. "They can actually be kind of comfortable if you have one that fits but you're working with a little more up front than Sam has so it's gonna be a little tight. Speaking of tight, let's see if we can squeeze you into this get up," Evan giggled, holding up the ridiculously small looking uniform.

If Marcus thought the thong was tight, he had another thing coming. Somehow he and Evan managed to get his ass and package stuffed into the tiny pair of shorts and got the utility belt strapped low on his waist below his belly. The shirt proved to be a challenge though. Marcus had to suck in as much as he could and hold it while Evan quickly buttoned the shirt. It was a struggle but they managed to get all the buttons fastened although a few of them looked like they would blow at any second. Evan helped Marcus into a pair of black boots and handed him the hat before stepping aside so Marcus could get a look at himself in the mirror.

"Oh my gosh I look like a stuffed sausage," Marcus frowned, no longer feeling so sexy. "And I feel like 1 too!"

"Completely understand feeling like 1," Evan agreed. "But you look awesome."

"You think?" Marcus asked, turning to the side and viewing his pregnant profile in the mirror. The tight clothes did nothing but accentuate his pregnancy to the max.

"You look incredible man," Evan nodded. "So hot. Is Tyrone coming to watch you?"

"He doesn't know," Marcus said as he watched himself run his hands over his belly in the mirror.

"He doesn't know?!?" Evan gasped.

"Nope," Marcus said. "And he's not going to ever find out got it?"

"Hey my lips are sealed!" Evan assured him. "So you ready to do this?"

"As I'll ever be I guess," Marcus shrugged, taking 1 final look in the mirror. Maybe Evan was right - he did look pretty hot.

"Missing 1 thing!" Evan said, holding up a finger. He quickly turned to his own locker and pulled out a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses and handed them to Marcus. "Now you really look like a cop!"

"I ain't never seen no cop pregnant like me, all oiled up in a tight ass uniform like this," Marcus laughed.

"I wish I had!" Evan laughed. "If cops looked like you I'd be getting in trouble all the time! Now let's get you out there!"

***Meanwhile

As Marcus got his final pep talk from Evan and prepared to take the stage, Tyrone and James pulled up in front of BOB.

"Thanks man," James said to the cabbie as he paid.

"Alright bro," Tyrone said. "Now you sure you still wanna go here? I can just run in and say hi if you want."

"Nah man it's cool," James said reassuring him. "I've seen Marcus without a shirt on before."

"But he wears these tiny shorts you see," Tyrone said.

"Dude it's cool!" James laughed. "I could see him naked and it wouldn't matter. Y'all like brothers to me."

"As long as you're cool with it," Tyrone shrugged.

"Well I'm cool with seeing him without a shirt and some tiny shorts," James laughed as they headed in. "I was playin' 'bout the naked part. That's for y'all in your bedroom!"

"Mmmhmm," Tyrone nodded. "Keep that shit to ourselves! No one else sees my man like that but me!" He laughed as he opened the door.

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Figured I'd left everyone waiting long enough...

Chapter 12:

"You ready?" Tim asked as he met Marcus back stage.

"I guess," Marcus sighed, rubbing his huge belly.

"I'd say you know what to do," Tim chuckled nervously. "But seeing as this is your first time dancing, I'll just say do what comes naturally and get those clothes off so people can see that sexy body of yours."

"Shirt should come off no problem," Marcus said as he looked down at his tight top. Small patches of skin were showing through the straining buttons. "But I dunno how I'm gonna get these shorts off?"

"Shit!" Tim said. "Good point."

"I've got an idea," Evan said, coming forward.

"Shoot," Tim nodded.

"We've got a prison jumpsuit costume in the back," Evan explained. "I could wear that, and go out and dance with Marcus and help him out of his uniform."

"Love it!" Tim grinned, patting Evan on the back. "Go get changed quick. You guys are on in 2!" Evan waddled as fast as he could back to the dressing room to change, leaving a nervous Marcus by himself while Tim went to see the DJ.

*****

"What's with the line?" James asked.

"I dunno," Tyrone said, looking around. "I've never seen it this crowded before."

"Lots of guys into pregnant strippers," James chuckled.

"Yeah," Tyrone nodded. "Damn man, look!" He said nodding behind them.

"Line's even longer now. Least we're almost in."

*****

Finally the lights went down, letting the crowd know that the show was about to resume. People hurried back from the bar, vying for a spot near the stage. Evan waddled out to the middle of the stage and waited for the curtain to rise. The bright, orange jumpsuit really accentuated his roundness. He completed the outfit with a bandana over his hair.

The music started, Inner Circle's, "Bad Boys" and the curtain raised. The crowded applauded and hooted as they saw Evan but some looked confused as to why they were seeing him again. Evan strutted around the stage, rubbing his belly and looking smug. He looked around a lot, making it look like he was expecting someone.

When the first chorus hit, Tim pushed Marcus out on stage. Marcus waddled out to the beat of the music, baton in hand, beating it against his other. When the crowd saw Marcus, they went nuts. The music couldn't be heard for at least 15 seconds as the crowd reacted.

Evan and Marcus began an exaggerated chase routine, Evan waddling ahead as Marcus lumbered behind him. The crowd was loving it. Finally, Evan stopped at the middle of the stage and put his hands up. Marcus waddled up behind him and began to pat the pregnant criminal down, starting with his arms, the moving down to his pregnant middle which Marcus groped thoroughly. He reached for the zipper on the jumpsuit and pulled it down. Evan dropped his arms and let the costume fall to the floor, his hands then going to his belly. Marcus waddled around in front of Evan, grabbed his shoulder and turned him to his side so the crowd could get profile views of both their bellies.

Evan reached forward and yanked at Marcus' shirt, popping buttons off as he pulled it open. With his shirt unbuttoned, Marcus dropped his baton and pulled the shirt off. Once more the crowd went crazy, drowning out the music as they saw Marcus' triplet filled belly shining under the stage lights.

*****

"Must be some show," James said as he and Tyrone took a few steps forward in line. They were almost in. "They're going crazy in there."

"Yeah," Tyrone nodded. "You would think my man was up on stage or something, the way they sound!" He laughed.

*****

Evan stepped carefully out of the jumpsuit, leaving himself only in his thong. He waddled up behind Marcus, reached under his belly and undid his utility belt, tossing it to the side. Marcus turned around quickly, his big belly colliding with Evan's. Evan got down on his knees, reached back under Marcus' stomach and undid his shorts. With a firm grip on each side, Evan slowly pulled the tight shorts off. With two pregnant studs nearly naked on stage, one incredibly ripe with triplets, the other big in his own right, the crowd went insane.

*****

"Damn," Tyrone said as he and James finally made their way in. "After all that waiting I need a drink."

"Same," James nodded.

"Let's go to the bar and see Marcus," Tyrone suggested. The whole place was packed, people were wall to wall. With some effort, Tyrone and James made their way to the bar which was surprisingly empty. From where they were, neither one could see the stage.

"Hey Terry!" Tyrone called, waving the bartender over.

"Hey Ty!" Terry smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"My brother-in-law, James took me out tonight to celebrate one of my last baby-free nights," he said, patting James on the shoulder. "We had our fun and then decided we'd come to see my man," Tyrone grinned. "Where is he?"

"He's um," Terry said cautiously. "He's not behind the bar right now," he said, honestly.

"He on break or something?" James asked.

"Or something," Terry nodded. "What can I get you guys to drink?"

"I'll have an old fashioned," James said. "And the father-to-be will have a gin and tonic."

"Sounds good," Terry nodded as he started making the drinks.

"So how you doing Terry?" Tyrone asked.

"Doing good," Terry nodded. "Can't complain."

"Good," Tyrone smiled. "We gotta have you over again before the babies come."

"I'd like that," Terry grinned.

"Wow man!" James laughed. "Those are some generous drinks you pour man!" James nodded as he watched Terry pour and pour.

"Oh! Oops!" Terry chuckled nervously. "Well, um... Doubles on the house tonight! Cheers guys!" He said as he handed the men their drinks.

"Woooo!" Tyrone winced. "Damn that's strong!"

"Amen!" James nodded. "Shit!"

"So where's Marcus?" Tyrone asked, taking a second but more cautious sip.

"He's around," Terry shrugged.

"Whoever's on stage is drawing a big crowd," James said, craning his neck and standing on his tip toes, trying to see the stage.

"Yeah," Terry agreed.

"Who's up there?" Tyrone asked. "Is it Sam?"

"No," Terry shook his head. "Sam went into labor earlier today."

"Oh wow!" Tyrone smiled. "I'll have to tell Marcus to tell him congrats. Sam was pregnant with twins," he explained to James.

"Hey down here!" Came a call from the other side of the bar. "Be right back guys," Terry said as he waddled off.

James and Tyrone sipped their drinks, enjoying the space they had at the bar, away from everyone around the stage. Their space was invaded though by two middle aged white guys who came stumbling up to the bar.

"Shit you had to have a drink now?" The first one said to the other.

"And get some more change!" The second explained. "Good show?" James asked the men.

"Oh hell yeah!" The first one nodded.

"Yeah! What are you two doing back here at the bar?" The second drunkenly asked. "You can't see shit back here! You're missing Marcus and Evan!"

"Marcus?" Tyrone asked. "Yeah," the second man nodded. "You know that sexy, black bartender that's having triplets? I didn't know he danced!"

"Neither did I!" Tyrone said, grabbing his drink in one hand, James with the other. "Come on," he said as he made his way to the stage.

-- Edited by brimmingbelly04 on Thursday 29th of September 2011 01:38:44 PM

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