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"How many more are there?" Rich said in a labored voice. His breath was hard and heavy, and for good reason.

"I count only a dozen more." Dom said.

The zebra held aloft a semi-transparent orb, looking to be in the shape of an egg. It was one of many, though most could no longer be seen. The striped equine placed the gelatinous orb into a small plastic dish perfectly sized to cradle it. He then reached only a short distance past it to a lever and pulled down on it firmly. The mechanical action pushed the cup upwards, pressing the gel egg up under Rich's tail. The brown wolf moaned loudly as he was forced to accept what was, by his count, the start of the fifth dozen. Each egg was only slightly larger than those found at the grocery store, but after four dozen, his belly was approaching its limits.

It had become quite clear after only a day or two from their previous attempt to inflate Rich that it wasn't going to last. By the end of the second day, he had begun to shrink visibly, much to both their disappointments. Pure water wasn't the way to go to keep him bloated. So then they opted to switch to this. It had taken a while to get enough eggs made to hit their desired goal.

Dom wanted Rich bigger than he was. And Dom was pretty big. He'd grown a few more inches since their fun two weeks prior, and he was going to get even bigger still before finally giving birth. In the brief pause he gave his lupine husband between eggs, he idly rubbed his swollen middle, wondering just what their kids were going to look like.

Rich cried out as he felt the new gel egg slip deeper into him, his bowels squirreling away with the rest. He squirmed, strapped into the contraption that held him stationary and made the inserter work better.

Dom grinned a little and collected another egg, placed it in the cup, and pulled the lever down. It was shoved up into the canid's waiting bowels, accepted with another loud yelp and a lewd slurp from his pucker. The equine was impressed with his lover's capacity. And he was delighted by the fact that Rich was rigid and drooling. He had been worried early on that perhaps this wolf wouldn't be so adventurous, but seeing him almost painfully aroused by the act helped rev his engine right alongside.

"You're going to look so good once they're all in." Dom said.

Rich whined, badly wishing his hands were free so he could feel over his overstuffed stomach. That and tend to the almost painful erection mashing up against his steadily growing gut.

Hopefully the results this time would stick around longer than a few days. Dom continued on, one egg after another, after another. Each one brought some yowl, yelp, or cry of elation from Rich as his belly slowly puffed out. When the last egg was finally tucked away under the lupine's tail, Dom stepped around in front of his husband and cupped his palms against the taut dome. He squeezed it curiously, testing its firmness. It felt similar to his own, though it had a little more give. And of course, as soon as he did, Rich groaned.

"That's all of 'em honey. Five dozen. Impressive. I should have made more." Dom said with a huge grin.

"Y-yeah... maybe so. Something to try... next time." Rich said breathlessly.

With great care, Dom began unfastening the restraints holding the wolf in place. As soon as he was loose, the zebra helped him over to the bed to sit down and acclimate.

"Okay, now just take it easy. You've got a lot of mass in there. Give yourself a little bit to get used to it. Don't overexert yourself." Dom said.

Rich gripped at one of the equine's hands, tugging him in close for a tender embrace.

"You're supposed to be more domineering than this. What's with all the concern and mushy stuff?" he chuckled.

"Hey, just because I'm supposed to be the dominant one doesn't mean I don't care. You're the one that sets the limits. I just act within them." Dom said.

"Right, well, would you be acting within those limits if I asked you to help me get cleaned up a bit? I know you've got your own load to carry, but you've had a few months to figure it out." Rich said.

"Not a problem. Just remember our deal. A night out on the town." the zebra said.

"Date night. You still haven't told me what all you want to go and do." the wolf managed through a few pants.

"That's for me to know and you to find out!" Dom said with a grin.

The striped horse pulled himself away, wanting so very badly to just sit there and caress his lover's belly all night. He waddled into the bathroom and returned with a towel, helping to clean Rich up. The lube that had been used had long since trickled down his thighs and left him feeling a little too slick in the wrong places. Dom refused to restrain himself in one regard. He pressed in firmly against his swollen husband and kissed him passionately. Rich would have protested. They weren't supposed to give into lust, Dom's rules. But at this point, he didn't really care. He was enjoying it too much. After a good make-out session, Dom helped Rich onto his paws and the two managed to stumble their way towards the closet. They both got dressed, finding Rich's clothes didn't come anywhere near close enough to cover his stomach. That only seemed to make things more interesting for the zebra while the wolf only blushed.

Leaving so much exposed, while enticing for the zebra, would not be terribly acceptable according to the general public. So, graciously, Dom shared some of his clothing with his husband. It only just barely managed to cover him. It would have to suffice. It took a bit of convincing, but Dom managed to coax Rich out of the apartment. Neither could fit behind the wheel in their current states, so they hailed a cab. The wolf blushed furiously as he noticed the cab driver's glance his direction. It was clear that he had taken notice of both of the very round boys. Dom didn't seem to care. But he did delight in Rich's bashful nature.

The car ride took the pair to the mall, where Dom began hauling his rather rotund husband all over the place. It was a good place to do a lot of walking. And that was just what Rich needed to start getting used to the weight. Just as he was starting to feel a little more confident, the wolf was yanked in a new direction. Before Rich knew what was happening, Dom was dragging him into a shop. As he looked around, he quickly realized what sort of clientele they served. It was a maternity clothing store. And it just so happened that they specialized in what was hip these days to call "geek chic". Clearly there were enough moms out there who were gamers, tabletopers, comic book readers, and sci-fi fanatics to make it something of a successful niche.

Two hours passed as Dom had Rich try on all manner of things. Some where rather mundane; t-shirts, pants, and the like. But there was the occasional naughty garment that was meant for later at home. Every time the wolf had a new outfit to try on, he had to step out of the changing room--which he only just barely fit in with enough room to turn around--he blushed deep enough to be seen through his fur. By the time they were done, Rich had two large bags of clothes that fit his new figure far better than any of his normal wardrobe. He had even managed to let himself get talked into wearing one of the shirts they had just bought. It read "future nerd under construction".

"Did we really need to buy all this?" Rich asked, feeling rather self conscious. His middle was covered, but it still stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Of course we did. If you're going to keep up with me, you're going to not just look the part, you'll need to dress the part." Dom said.

"The nerdy stuff is kinda cute but... I was kinda hoping to not draw too much attention." the wolf said, his eyes darting about, scanning the people within range to see if anyone noticed or cared.

"That's kinda the point, honey. I want us getting a few stares. How often do you get to see a cute couple like us out on a date, and both unbelievably pregnant?" Dom replied.

Rich just whimpered quietly. All this walking had provided an interesting reaction. He could feel a few of the gel eggs trying to worm their way back down towards the exit; and the wolf just wasn't ready to deal with that yet. He found himself having to clench his cheeks and move in a more pronounced waddle. It made the going a bit slower, but Dom wasn't bothered by this at all.

They hailed another cab, the zebra directing the driver somewhere by way of whisper so that Rich couldn't hear. All his probings yielded nothing he could use to determine their destination. Dom was simply too good at keeping the secret. Thankfully, it wasn't a long wait to find out what was on the equine's mind. The cab turned into a parking lot fifteen minutes later. A large, illuminated sign told the wolf just what he was in for, and his heart began to beat a bit faster. Mini-golf. Dom had taken him to a mini-golf park.

The two managed to climb their way out of the cab, Rich having better luck this time than the first trip. Their shopping was stowed in a locker the park provided and they were permitted onto the links. What followed could have been filmed, put online, and likely would have gone viral. Two pregnant boys trying desperately to play mini-golf.

Dom had an easier time of it, having had more experience contending with his belly. But not by much. For Rich, it was difficult to see where the ball was unless he leaned very far forward, so far that he was at risk of falling straight onto his face. Thankfully, the game being what it was, had something of a repetitive quality to it. By the third hole, it was clear who was going to take home the win on this one. Rich couldn't judge the distance from his putter to the ball. Every time he went to putt, he had to tuck his hands under his belly or in front and lean back or forward. Dom was in a similar way, but he seemed to find what worked for him faster.

Eventually, the wolf just got frustrated and turned to the side, holding his heavy, taut stomach with one hand, and swung with the other as if it were croquet. The first swing got him a hole in one. Rich immediately celebrated by jumping up and down. The weight of his wobbling gut almost caused his legs to buckle. Thankfully, Dom was there immediately to assist, trying his best not to laugh.

They finished their round, collected their shopping, then climbed into another cab. By now, Rich wasn't the only one fighting the sensations boiling away in his loins. Dom was rubbing his thighs together from time to time. The wolf could even smell his equine lover's arousal trying to overcome the heavy dousing of deodorant he'd applied. Rich blushed all the harder, wondering if anyone could detect his own 'emotional state'.

Dinner was the last thing on the list for the evening. Dom had booked a reservation at a far too fancy restaurant for Rich's comfort. As they were shown to their tables, the wolf could feel the eyes of the other guests on him. Dom had to be aware of it as well. But he didn't show any sign of caring. The equine ordered for both of them, leaving Rich with no choice but to try and do something about the large portion he was provided not terribly long after their order was given.

The lupine tried his best to put a dent in it, but he was already so full from the five dozen gel eggs tucked away in his gut. It was up to Dom to help his husband find the will to eat. He didn't need any help himself. He was eating for half a dozen at this point, so his appetite was quite powerful. A few cajoling words helped convince the wolf to carry on for as long as he dared. He didn't finish, but he did make a concerted effort. And of course, the restaurant was more than happy to prepare a doggy bag for him. Even though he didn't care for the term.

Even in spite of how completely stuffed he was, Rich couldn't help but feel his willpower failing. He didn't have much time before he simply couldn't stand it any longer and gave in to the lust bubbling away just beneath the surface. Something about this whole night's events, being forced into the public eye while so heavily swollen, only spurred him on.

Thankfully, the cab ride from the restaurant was the last one of the night.

Dom had been having difficulties of his own. Before they even got to their building, the zebra was pressed against his wolf in the back seat, pinning him against the door in a powerful kiss. It was something of an awkward angle given they were both so heavily rounded. Rich blushed a beet red, but he couldn't hold out any longer. He simply gave himself to it. The driver didn't comment. Either he didn't notice or he didn't care. And that suited the two in the back just fine. When the cab finally stopped at their address, the two pulled themselves apart.

The driver received his payment, the night's shopping and leftover meal were both collected, and the two boys began trying to stumble their way inside. Both their heavy loads as well as their unwillingness to wait until they got into their apartment made the going difficult. Their kiss was resumed almost as soon as they were able to get tangled in each others arms. The door saw them through, then was shut and locked. As soon as they were back in the privacy of their home, all pretense was dropped.

Rich and Dom were in each others' arms, lips mashed against one another. They didn't care that their swollen stomachs made the whole prospect that much more difficult. If anything, that alone made it all the more exciting. They had to figure out how to pleasure one another properly.

Dom had some ideas to that effect.

The zebra practically threw his lupine husband onto the bed, pinning him on his back. He grinned hungrily at the wolf as he pressed their stomachs together. Rich reclined and relaxed, feeling the dull burn in his legs begin to wear off. They had done a lot of walking, and the added weight no doubt had arranged it such that his legs would be so very sore in the morning. But then he was fairly sure there were other parts that would be just as sore.

"You did good, honey," Dom said, almost growling which sounded strange coming from a zebra, "You didn't try to fondle yourself all night long. I saw you got close a few times rubbing this." the equine said with a smirk, giving his lover's belly a gentle squeeze.

Rich moaned louder than really he had wanted to let himself, unable to deny just how marvelous being so stuffed felt.

"I... I tried really hard. It was rough. I'm pretty sure I leaked through my boxers." he said.

"Well then let's just get down to business. I need a good ride." Dom said huskily.

The zebra arched his back, mashing his stomach against that of the supine lupine. It was a lovely bit of contact that stole Rich's breath away. There they stayed, grinding against one another for a few moments. Eventually, the zebra relented to logic and pulled away. He immediately stripped down completely and began dragging Rich's own clothing off as well. The wolf didn't fight this. He even helped. He didn't want his new shirt ruined by a few errant splashes after all.

When they were both naked, the zebra returned to his husband's form, mashing against him, grinding away, straddling his hips. A hand rest on the wolf's giant belly, groping at it as the equine grinned. Without even saying a word of warning, Dom simply pressed down against the wolf's lap. He shuddered happily, delighted that he had aimed properly. Heat consumed Rich's shaft and he began to pant. He rolled his hips, trying to find a decent pace that would let him work with Dom.

They had known each others' bodies so well it didn't take long for them to connect. It meant they were synchronizing. Were the zebra not already carrying, he was sure he would be after this. He intended to ride hard and long. And that was exactly what he did. Dom bounced on top of his husband, feeling the lupine's rod bury itself in his hidden cleft. His own shaft twitched about, trapped between the two mountains of belly. Groans and cries of passion filled the room as Dom and Rich rocked away into one another. The wolf was beginning to come around to how this was working out. Never had he tried these eggs before, but they had done the trick. More than that, he was having a hard time fighting back the urge to just let himself hit climax.

So he stopped trying after a while. A thick, hot blast surged out of him and into the waiting tunnel wrapped around his length. Dom nickered loud enough to be heard in the units all around them. But he didn't care. He had gotten what he wanted, and kept pumping, wanting every drop the wolf had to offer. As it happened, that was quite a lot. The pumping and humping continued for several minutes until finally everything settled down again. Dom sat on top of his husband, still nicely impaled on the long, rigid spire joining them.

"Ahhh, that's more like it. Been needing to do that since just after the shower this morning." Dom said.

"Well, I'd say you did really well, holding back, trying to behave yourself. I was starting to crumble myself." Rich said.

"It's fun when you crumble. Now, one good squirt isn't gonna be enough. And since you're probably still recharging, I think I'd like to turn you over and just pound your ass until I've got nothing left to give." the zebra said.

"It's gonna be a long night, huh?" Rich asked.

"Yeah, but it's gonna be so much fun, you're gonna beg me for more." Dom's lips pulled into a coy, knowing smile.

"You're in the driver's seat." the wolf said.

"Roll over for me, sweetie. I wanna do some of the filling. And I gotta say, this look is really making me want to knock you up for real. Fake will have to do for now." the zebra said.

"Maybe we should hold off on that for now?" Rich replied.

He got no answer, just the sudden absence of warmth around his still aching rod. He was going to see it get used repeatedly tonight, so he didn't think too much on the matter of disappointment. The lupine found himself flipped onto his stomach, forcing his arms and knees to provide the support. His swollen belly sagged down until it touched the bed. That alone was enough to get Rich halfway to the end.

Before Rich could do or say anything, he was jostled from behind and he let out an almost pained cry.

It was going to be a long night indeed, and he was going to love every second of it.