Roger liked a big pregnant belly. And the more babies that were in the belly, the larger it was. Grinning, he changed “child” to “triplets”. Sure enough, when Bill returned, his waddle was even more exaggerated, and his baby bump enormous. Bill got into the car.
“Let’s go another round,” Roger suggested. Bill sighed.
“Maybe at home. It’s uncomfortable to have sex in the car when I’m this big,” he said. Roger’s spirits fell. Bill saw the look on his face and sighed again. “Or when we get back to the station, we can fuck in that one supply closet.” Roger grinned again.
They arrived at the station in record time. Roger followed Bill to the supply closet that no one went to. Bill waddled inside and began to undress. Roger didn’t bother to take off his top; he took his bottoms off only. Skipping foreplay, Roger began to thrust into Bill. Bill moaned eagerly. As they fucked, Roger could feel the triplets kicking in Bill’s stomach.
Eventually, they both came, Roger shooting a thick load into Bill, just as he had to get him pregnant. Bill let out a scream of pleasure. At least, Roger thought it was of pleasure, until something wet splashed onto the floor. He and Bill stared down.
“My water broke,” Bill whispered. He looked at Roger. “I’m in labor.” Roger reached for the phone, intending to stop the labor so he could continue fucking Bill. However, he had left the phone in the patrol car.