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Wrestling the Changes - Part 15 (Preview)

Hayden’s first labor had been terribly painful because the sextuplets were big, but the second labor was worse—the babies were slightly bigger, and everything happened much faster. He had never felt anything like it before. His entire body was wracked with sensations so intense and overwhelming that it was nearly impossible to process them all at once. Every inch of him ached, burned, and stretched as if his skin, muscles, and bones were reaching their limit.

His belly felt like an overfilled balloon on the verge of bursting, pressing down on him with crushing weight. His tits ached as his nipples leaked warm milk that ran in slow trickles down the sides of his immense body. His hips throbbed with an intense pressure that sent waves of pain up his spine and into his legs. And deep inside him, his body prepared to push two more babies out of him, stretching way too fast for him to handle it.

Hayden could barely breathe. Each contraction came sharper, faster, making his massive body tremble. He panted heavily as his hands gripped the sheets beneath him. He felt like he was being pulled apart from the inside, like his body was working against him, hurting him and making it impossible to calm down.

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Life Lessons - Part 5

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The morning when Alan had set to leave, he stood in the kitchen, caressing his heavy belly while trying to act like nothing was wrong. His swollen midsection stretched the fabric of his loose t-shirt, not loose enough not to betray his secret. He looked at his family, busy with breakfast, talking, laughing—oblivious of the complicated mess he had gotten himself into. He was still doubtful about leaving his family for so long. But the longer he saw them enjoying the morning so calmly, the more he convinced himself that they didn’t deserve the shame of having a pregnant husband and dad around them.

When breakfast was over, it was time for the hardest part. Alan took a deep breath, calling his boys for a final hug. “James, Benjamin. Come give your dad a goodbye hug,” he said, smiling, but his eyes looked sad.

James came first. He ran into his dad’s arms, wrapping them tightly around Alan’s waist. Alan sighed, enjoying the hug but feeling devastated. He had never been away from his sons for so long, and it was entirely his fault. Alan bent down, his belly pressing uncomfortably between him and his eldest son as he kissed the top of James’ head.

“I’m going to miss you so much, bud. You will take care of your mom and little brother for me, right?” Alan whispered, trying to steady his voice.

James nodded, his eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears. “I will, Dad. Promise.”

Alan kissed his cheek before letting go, only to be met with the wide eyes of his younger son, Benjamin, who was next in line for his farewell.

Benjamin looked up at Alan in tears. “Dad, do you really have to go?” He asked, his hands reaching up, brushing against Alan’s belly before wrapping around his dad’s waist.

Alan knelt, this time feeling his belly push heavily into his legs. He couldn’t ignore how big he had gotten. But he smiled warmly at his son. “I’ll be back before you know it. And when I come back, I might bring a surprise for you. And we’ll go to the park and play all day. How does that sound?”

Benjamin nodded, though he didn’t seem entirely convinced. He buried his face into Alan’s chest as Alan held him tight, feeling a deep sadness seep into his bones. Alan kissed the boy’s soft hair before gently letting him go.

Finally, Becca approached, looking calm but sad, even though she knew Alan’s departure was necessary. She hugged him, and for a moment, Alan feared that she would feel the roundness of his belly pressing into her too much. But Becca only smiled, giving him a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t work too hard, okay?” She whispered. “And eat well. The boys and I will be counting the days.”

Alan nodded, his throat tight. “I won’t be gone long. You take care, alright?” He said, and Becca nodded, her eyes glistening with tears, but she stayed strong, giving him one last smile.

With that, Alan took his keys and walked out of the house, feeling the weight of his growing belly swing slightly with each step. He didn’t look back—he couldn’t. Instead, Alan climbed into his car, shutting the door behind him. He rested one hand instinctively on his belly, feeling the firm, round curve that had become impossible to ignore. The drive to the cabin awaited him, but so did the heaviness of leaving everything behind.

As he started the engine, a sigh escaped him. “It’s all for them. I need to protect them,” Alan whispered as he drove away.

The highway stretched out endlessly ahead, trees blurring by as the hours passed. Alan’s mind, however, was stuck on Max. He couldn’t stop thinking about Max’s massive frame—the body that led to this current predicament. Alan couldn’t help but remember the mornings in the parking lot at school when Max would wait by his car every day, his big, charming smile lighting up as soon as he saw Alan.

“Good morning, Mr. Reynolds. Got your milkshake for you!” Max would say, his deep voice filled with enthusiasm, handing Alan the sweet drink that had become their little ritual. Alan would accept it with a smile, always telling himself that it would be the last one and that he needed to set boundaries. But each time, Max’s magnetic presence broke down those walls.

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “You really got me, didn’t you, Max?” Alan muttered as he drove, one hand still resting on his belly. He still felt guilty about cheating on his wife and not measuring the consequences for his boys. But Max had destroyed his defenses over and over again, igniting something new inside him—something deeper. He missed Max, his kindness, and his frequent childish and reckless manners. And even though Alan felt guilty about everything, he couldn’t help but miss Max’s cock. The memories of the intense fucking sessions in Max’s apartment made Alan’s dick stir in his pants. His life was a mess, and getting aroused while thinking of Max only made things worse. But Alan couldn’t help it.

After several hours, the familiar sight of the cabin came into view. Nestled among the trees, it stood quietly, a peaceful escape from the world. Alan pulled into the driveway and sat in the car for a few minutes, staring at it. He knew the cabin well—it had been a retreat for their family during vacations, a place of peace. But now it felt like a place where his isolation would become real. He caressed his belly and thought about the babies he carried inside. The cabin wasn’t the best place to go through a pregnancy, even less when nobody knew what to expect. But it was the only place Alan had to ensure his and the babies’ safety and privacy.

With a deep breath, he got out of the car and began the arduous task of unloading. First came his bags, several of them filled with useless formal outfits to wear during the nonexistent lectures. Still, he had to take them for Becca to believe his lie. Then, the real struggle began when Alan started pulling out the endless bags of groceries. He had stocked up on food for weeks, knowing he’d need to keep himself well-fed to feed the babies growing in his belly. But with every step and every heavy load Alan hauled, the strain on his body increased. His belly pulled at his lower back, making him wince as he carried the bags inside. Each movement made him breathless, the weight of his pregnancy making everything ten times harder.

He walked inside with the last load, dropping the bags onto the counter with a groan of exhaustion. His shirt clung to his sweaty chest, and without a second thought, he stripped it off, tossing it aside. The cool air felt good against his skin, but as he looked around, he noticed the light layer of dust that had settled on the furniture.

“Great,” Alan muttered, shaking his head. “Guess I’ve got some work to do.”

He grabbed a rag and a bottle of cleaner, but cleaning up was a challenge. Every time he bent over or reached too far, his belly protested, pressing against his legs or bumping against something, making him feel heavy and sluggish. His breath came in short gasps as he wiped down the surfaces, his muscles aching from the effort. After an hour of trying, Alan collapsed onto the couch, panting and drenched in sweat. He leaned back, resting his head against the cushion, allowing himself to relax.

That’s when he felt a flutter, almost imperceptible at first, but then it grew stronger. It was a kick. Alan’s eyes widened as he placed both hands on his belly, and there it was again—a little nudge from his babies growing inside him. And then another. Soon, the entire belly was alive, with little movements from all seven babies stirring within.

“Wow, it feels weird and... cute,” he whispered. “You’re really here.” His loneliness melted away in that moment, replaced by a deep sense of connection. The babies were reminding him that he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t going through this in isolation. They were with him, kicking and squirming, making their presence known. Alan smiled through his tears, rubbing his belly gently. “We’re going to be just fine. I promise.”

His thoughts drifted back to Max. He imagined the big guy’s reaction to feeling the babies kick and how his eyes would light up with wonder. “Your dad, Max, would love to feel this. He would be such a good father,” Alan murmured with a smile. Then he thought about James and Benjamin, picturing them as doting big brothers, excitedly helping with diapers and bedtime stories. Alan even imagined how Becca would love to have more babies in the house, how she would instantly fall in love with them—if only things were that simple. “We would be such a big and happy family,” he added, caressing his taut abdomen. But it wasn’t that simple. Alan sighed deeply, knowing that his reality was far more complicated than he could handle at times.

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As the days passed, Alan slowly settled into a routine. Mornings were slow, starting with him waking up in the large bed, his belly heavier than the day before. His back would ache, and his muscles would be stiff, so he’d spend the first few minutes stretching, rubbing his belly in a soothing rhythm. Shirtless, as always—he had long since abandoned trying to fit into anything uncomfortably tight. It felt better this way—the freedom of not forcing his growing body into constricting clothes.

Breakfast was always hearty. Alan’s hunger had grown insatiable, so he’d cook himself a meal fit for several people—eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, anything he could devour. Each bite seemed to satisfy a craving he didn’t know he had. After breakfast, he’d waddle around the cabin, doing small chores here and there, though most days, he found himself tiring easily. His belly was getting too big, too heavy to ignore.

He messaged Becca and the boys every day, and they’d video call in the evenings. Alan always made sure to keep the camera focused on his face, hiding the growing evidence of his pregnancy. His sons would tell him about their day, also asking questions about Alan’s lectures. Becca would ask if he was taking care of himself, and Alan would nod, smiling and rubbing his round belly off camera.

Max had been sending messages, too. At first, Alan had tried to respond, but eventually he stopped. Alan couldn’t afford to get pulled back into that magnetic orbit again. He knew that one message from Max, one soft-spoken word, would be enough to break his resolve. So he ignored the texts, even though each message made his heart ache a little more.

Alan would climb into bed at night as the cabin grew quiet and dark, feeling the babies kick up a storm inside him. He would lay there, shirtless, his hands gently caressing his belly, feeling every movement, every shift. It was comforting how they reminded him that he wasn’t really alone. But no matter how hard Alan tried, he couldn’t stay away from Max completely. One night, as the babies kicked and Alan’s loneliness swelled, he opened the link Max had sent him. He immediately saw a video—a new post on Max’s OnlyFans. Alan watched as the familiar figure of Max filled the screen, flexing his massive muscles.

“Damn, you’re still so hot, big guy,” Alan said, marveling at the scene in the video and speaking in admiration even though Max couldn’t hear him. “I miss feeling your body against mine,” he said, the words escaping his mouth without him thinking of them.

Alan closed his eyes and put the phone aside, the video still playing, so he could hear Max groaning and moaning while he flexed in front of the camera. Alan moved his right hand to his groin, caressing his large cock, imagining it was Max’s hand doing it. Alan softly moaned as he imagined Max’s massive body crawling on top of him, kissing his pecs and belly, telling him how good the belly looked on him. Then he imagined Max brushing his 16-inch-long cock against his legs, ready to fuck him hard and fill him up once again.

“Oh, please, Max. Make me carry more of your babies,” Alan said, the words slipping out of his mouth without a rational filter. He moaned as his hand stroked his hard cock, his imagination flying as he remembered how it felt to have Max’s fuck tool buried deep in his hole. “I miss you, Max. I miss you,” he mumbled as he got lost in pleasure, and his cock shot a wave of thick cum all over his lower belly, leaving him breathless. Alan was a total mess, and even in the secluded cabin, Max still drove him crazy.

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The day Alan reached 20 weeks pregnant by late January, he woke up early, unable to sleep late without needing to empty his bladder and eat a snack. He entered the kitchen, only wearing a pair of dark boxer briefs that stretched dangerously tight over his widened hips and expanding ass. He yawned, rubbing his eyes with one hand as the other instinctively went to his belly, which now rounded out a solid fifteen inches in front of him, high and firm under his touch. His belly had taken on a taut, globe-like appearance, jutting forward in a way that gave his profile an impressive curve at the front. His ass had thickened, giving him a natural sway to his walk, and his hips had widened considerably to accommodate the new weight. Even his once-muscular chest had softened and thickened, making his whole frame look more imposing and layered with a softer roundness.

Alan couldn’t stop his body’s expansion, weighing 343 pounds when he was 20 weeks pregnant, almost a hundred pounds heavier than his usual weight. Alan’s body was experiencing all the symptoms that he very well knew were related to pregnancy. His body permanently burned with its own heat, even against the chilly January air that filtered through the cabin some mornings. His appetite seemed to double every few days; he was hungry all the time, waking in the middle of the night to rummage through the fridge and, during the day, eating meals that would have satisfied three or four people with ease. There were other changes, too: waves of heat and flushes of arousal would take over unexpectedly, leaving him breathless, heavy, and yearning for something or someone to soothe the ache.

The babies were rolling and shifting under his hand, the movements making gentle ripples beneath his skin. He had grown rounder due to how big and heavy they were getting, the physical challenge only getting harder by the day. He could feel every inch of their presence pressing against the inner walls of his belly, their kicks leaving him breathless most of the time. Alan sighed, giving his belly a gentle pat as he made his way to the fridge.

“Alright, little ones, let’s see what we have to get us through the morning,” he muttered, his voice still rough from sleep. He opened the fridge, leaning forward slightly, and frowned when he realized it was almost empty. There were only a few eggs, half a pack of bacon, and a lonely bottle of milk. Some leftover bread sat on the counter, but aside from that, his options were slim. “Ugh,” he groaned, rubbing a hand over his belly again as the babies stirred violently. “I know, I know. This isn’t enough to keep you all happy. I should’ve gotten groceries sooner.” He sighed, glancing over at the dwindling pantry, wondering how he would make it through the day. “Guess it’s time to get creative.”

With what little he had, Alan managed to fry up the bacon and scramble the eggs, piling it onto a plate with toast and a tall glass of milk. He took his meal to the table, easing himself into the chair with a soft grunt as his belly pressed against the edge. Alan ate quickly, his hunger insatiable as he finished every last bite and downed the milk, but he knew it wouldn’t last him long. Patting his belly, Alan stood up slowly, his belly pressing out even more prominently as he straightened, feeling the weight of it pulling him forward.

After breakfast, he returned to the bedroom, hoping to find something to wear that might stretch over his swollen body. He looked through his closet, pulling out shirts and sweaters, trying each one in turn. The first shirt was a lost cause; it stopped well above his belly, leaving it exposed. With a grunt of frustration, he tossed it aside, reaching for another. It fit a little better, though the buttons strained dangerously at his chest and middle.

“Come on…just…fit,” he muttered, managing to button it with effort. He ran his hands over the fabric, which clung tightly to the curve of his belly, emphasizing every round inch. He couldn’t help but chuckle, giving his belly a gentle rub. “Guess this will have to do, huh?”

He found a pair of jeans that he could manage to pull over his expanded hips and fat ass, though he had to leave the top button undone and rely on his belt to keep them from sliding down. “Not ideal, but better than nothing,” he mumbled, securing the belt before glancing at himself in the mirror. His belly was undeniably prominent, a taut curve stretching the fabric of his shirt as he looked down at his swollen profile.

Once Alan was ready, he carefully got in his car, settling behind the wheel with a groan. The seat felt smaller than usual as his belly pressed against the steering wheel. He adjusted it as best he could, rubbing a hand over the firm expanse as he started the engine. “Calm down, babies. I’ll get us some food,” he murmured to the babies as they shifted under his touch. He pulled out of the driveway, heading toward the grocery store.

After a half-hour’s drive, Alan finally pulled into the parking lot, his belly making getting out of the car a delicate operation. Inside, he grabbed a cart, leaning heavily on it as he started down the aisles. Alan filled it to the brim with calorie-dense, high-fat foods: frozen pizzas, bags of chips, hearty casseroles, instant noodles, and macaroni. He loaded up on various cuts of meat, several loaves of bread, and piles of canned goods, knowing he’d need every ounce to satisfy his never-ending hunger.

In the sweets aisle, Alan let himself indulge. He threw in packets of cookies, boxes of donuts, tubs of ice cream, and candies. His cheeks warmed as Alan imagined the late-night cravings that would drive him to the kitchen, his belly full and round as he searched for another snack to satisfy his appetite. “Might as well prepare for the worst,” he chuckled, adding a large container of whipped cream to the cart.

As he turned into the vegetable section, his eyes scanned the shelves, searching for a jar of pickles—a craving that seemed to come and go in waves. But his gaze fell upon the cucumbers instead, one of which stood out among the rest: it was enormous, easily three times the size of a typical cucumber. Alan stared at it, unable to look away. His mind wandered to Max, that familiar ache of longing stirring within him. Max was just like this cucumber: big, strong, imposing. Alan couldn’t help but think about Max’s cock as he observed the cucumber.

Alan swallowed hard, pressing a hand to his belly as he shifted uncomfortably. “Get it together, Alan,” he whispered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. But he couldn’t shake the memories of Max’s cock deep inside him. “Damn it, Max,” Alan muttered under his breath, feeling his body heating up and starting to sweat, his breathing shortening as his cock stirred in his pants. The pregnancy hormones were messing up with him, and the image of the massive cucumber wasn’t helping, only making him think about Max’s cock.

Trying to regain composure, Alan reluctantly grabbed the jar of pickles and tossed it into his cart, his cheeks flushed with the memory. Trying to shake the thought of Max, Alan quickly pushed his cart to the checkout, his mind racing with a new idea he couldn’t ignore. After the cashier rang him up, Alan loaded the bags into his car and started the drive back to the cabin, a thrill of excitement mixing with nervousness, thinking about his plan. The idea seemed impulsive, but he couldn’t deny how much he wanted it. He was out of his mind.

Once he was back at the cabin, he unpacked his groceries, shoving the bags onto the counter as he moved quickly to grab his laptop. He settled on the couch, his belly sticking even further as he leaned forward and opened his browser, hesitating for a moment, not knowing what to type. Then Alan chuckled, losing his inhibitions and typing the first word that came to mind.

“‘Dildo.’ Let’s see if that works,” he said, typing into the search bar. He spent the next half-hour browsing discreet websites, looking through pages until he finally found what he wanted: a special toy, a particularly large toy, just like Max, designed for pleasure. The sex toy wasn’t as huge as Max’s cock, the biggest being only 14 inches long, but Alan thought it would be enough, at least for now.

Alan’s fingers hovered over the “Buy Now” button. He was running on his savings, sending most of it to his family to make up for his absence. He knew he shouldn’t be spending money on things like this because he wasn’t working, so he didn’t get paid. But as he stared at the image, his mind filled with thoughts of Max; he couldn’t help himself. With a sigh, he added it to his cart, opting to pay a little extra for the quickest shipping option.

As he confirmed his order, he leaned back against the couch, placing a hand on his belly. “Well, guys,” he murmured to the babies, smiling softly, “your daddy might be a little crazy, but he misses your dad, Max.” He rubbed slow circles over his belly, feeling the little flutters of movement beneath his hand. “I bet you’d love him. But maybe, just maybe, he’ll meet you all someday,” Alan said, already imagining the moment he would see Max again, hopefully having the chance to ride the massive cock again, but wearing protection this time.

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Any updates for secret family ties

Hello. You sent a similar ask about "Becoming a Broodfather," so I'll answer both here.

So, both stories were commissions, so I wrote and posted what the commissioner asked me to. Becoming a Broodfather's case is over because I posted all the parts the commissioner asked me to write. And Secret Family Ties has many other parts that go beautifully wilder, but I can't post them unless the commissioner allows me to do it.

So it doesn't depend on me, but I'm glad you had enjoyed both stories.

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How long does it usually take to make morphs?

Hey.

Well… it depends on the pic. Some pics are "easier" to morph, and it could be… 15 minutes or so. But others are a lot more difficult, and it could take me a couple of hours. Fun fact: I've tried to morph some pics and ended up canceling the project. Hahaha. Some pics are unmorphable for me. So, I can't tell how long it would take me to morph one pic until I've started.

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Hey, i think you should make a morphing tutorial

Hello!

Well… It wouldn't be as easy as it sounds (at least not for me, lol) because each morph is different. The steps are different depending on the model's (man) position, the light, the color palette, and other details.

But in general, the process consists of… finding a belly that matches (as best as possible) the pic, altering the belly to blend it into the pic, playing with colors, and then adding light or shadow depending on the overall light of the pic. You only need to find the correct tools on Photoshop (or whatever you use) and play with them.

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Paternity Instincts (Preview)

Father's Day Patreon-exclusive

It was nearly midnight, and Matthias sat upright in bed, propped against the headboard as the soft sheets bunched around his waist. Tim was cradled in his arms, fussing softly with little gasps and hiccups as his tiny body squirmed with gas that wouldn’t settle. Matthias rocked him gently, supporting the baby’s bottom with one hand while the other rubbed firm circles on his back. These sleepless nights were his routine now, five weeks after giving birth to the twins.

“Come on, Timmy. I thought I had mastered the burping by now,” Matthias said, slightly frustrated because it usually didn’t take him so long to take the gas out after feeding the twins. Tim wailed in discomfort, not happy with his own predicament. “Shh. Shh. I’m here. Don’t cry.”

Matthias smiled and kissed Tim’s downy head, softly brushing his lips against the baby’s hair. The sensation of having the baby in his arms made him sigh deeply. The heat, the weight, the little sounds, everything the babies did sent a wave of something almost too big to name coursing through him. He never expected to feel such a powerful connection, but here he was, falling more in love with Tim, Tom, and Patrick every day.

He marveled at how this perfect little boy, squirming against his chest, hadn’t even existed outside of him five weeks ago. He took a deep breath, remembering how he’d screamed through the contractions to push him out into the world. And now, he had a needy little human, absolutely his, longing for his constant attention.

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Paternity Instincts (Preview)

Father's Day Patreon-exclusive

It was nearly midnight, and Matthias sat upright in bed, propped against the headboard as the soft sheets bunched around his waist. Tim was cradled in his arms, fussing softly with little gasps and hiccups as his tiny body squirmed with gas that wouldn’t settle. Matthias rocked him gently, supporting the baby’s bottom with one hand while the other rubbed firm circles on his back. These sleepless nights were his routine now, five weeks after giving birth to the twins.

“Come on, Timmy. I thought I had mastered the burping by now,” Matthias said, slightly frustrated because it usually didn’t take him so long to take the gas out after feeding the twins. Tim wailed in discomfort, not happy with his own predicament. “Shh. Shh. I’m here. Don’t cry.”

Matthias smiled and kissed Tim’s downy head, softly brushing his lips against the baby’s hair. The sensation of having the baby in his arms made him sigh deeply. The heat, the weight, the little sounds, everything the babies did sent a wave of something almost too big to name coursing through him. He never expected to feel such a powerful connection, but here he was, falling more in love with Tim, Tom, and Patrick every day.

He marveled at how this perfect little boy, squirming against his chest, hadn’t even existed outside of him five weeks ago. He took a deep breath, remembering how he’d screamed through the contractions to push him out into the world. And now, he had a needy little human, absolutely his, longing for his constant attention.

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Heavy is the Cock... - Part 1 (Preview)

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His life was ordinary but fulfilling. He had been married to Maddy for twelve years, and Arthur had loved every second of it. Their home was always active with their three sons: 12-year-old Asher, who was entering the rebellious stage of teenagers; 10-year-old Aaron, who was quiet and focused on his studies or in sketchbooks; and 8-year-old Adrian, who often ran from one corner of the house to the other, always getting in trouble but flashing a cute grin—inherited from his dad—to save himself from punishment.

The house was never quiet. They spent the mornings packing lunches, wrestling with mismatched socks, and rushing out the door in time for school drop-offs. Arthur would take the kids on his way to work, laughing as he listened to their backseat talks. Then, after a long day on site, he’d return home to Maddy’s cooking. They would then engage in the nightly routine of helping with homework, watching TV together, and tucking the boys into bed.

He had everything he wanted: a strong marriage, a good job, and children who loved him as much as he loved them. There were the usual struggles—bills, stress, the never-ending exhaustion that came with raising a family—but Arthur couldn’t be happier.

However, it only took one night to change everything. A few days after his 30th birthday, Arthur went out to have drinks with some old friends. It had been a long time since he let loose, letting the beer control him more than he should have. Hours later, he was in a dimly lit bar, emptying another can of beer, when a man caught his eye.

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Life Lessons - Part 12 (Preview)

Alan barely had time to process everything he felt—it was overwhelming. When Max said he was ready to push, the next contraction struck like a bolt of lightning, destroying all previous knowledge about how painful childbirth could be. He knew how it worked, and he knew his wife had screamed through the birth of their two boys, but experiencing it himself was a whole different thing. No book and no class could’ve prepared Alan for what his body was doing.

Alan’s body convulsed, and the pain forced him to instinctively arch his back as his belly tensed into a massive, rock-hard dome that throbbed violently. It wasn’t only pressure but a primal need—a demand from his core to finally let all the babies out. The pain was so intense that his thoughts were blurry as his body had taken over, driven by an instinctual need that Alan could do nothing but obey.

“It hurts so much! I need to push! I need these babies out!” he groaned, gripping Max’s arm with one hand and clenching the bedsheets with the other. “Oh, please! Take them out!”

Max was beside him, concerned but unable to stop smiling. “Okay. Take deep breaths, Mr. Reynolds. You know it works. Let it happen. Push when you need to. I’ve got you.”

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Wrestling the Changes - Part 8

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Hayden was at a point in his pregnancy where every step felt like a monumental task, and each day seemed to push him to new limits. When April started, Hayden’s condition burdened him so much that he had no other option but to ask his professors for the opportunity to finish the semester remotely or through other alternate methods. He barely had the energy to get out of bed in the mornings, and getting dressed was more challenging every day because even his largest clothes couldn’t cover his thickened body entirely. Walking to attend lectures was a nightmare, and fitting into his seat always left Hayden breathless and feeling embarrassed as his classmates stared at him in disbelief.

The conversations with the professors were awkward, to say the least, because he didn’t want to reveal what was happening to him. Thankfully, he didn’t have to give them many details because, as soon as the professors saw his changed body and how much he struggled with his size, they immediately agreed to him not attending classes for the rest of the semester. It was evident something was wrong, so the professors didn’t want a student in class who could just burst at any given moment. Hayden was relieved by their answers, even though he was embarrassed by the evident concern and shock on their faces. However, by this point, he was used to the stares and whispers wherever he went.

With most of the awkward conversations done, Hayden stood outside the last professor’s office in early April, ready to beg if necessary because he couldn’t stand another day of walking down the campus to attend classes. He was painfully aware of how much he’d grown. His body had changed beyond his expectations—each curve, stretch, and discomfort reminded him of the relentless growth of his babies. At thirty weeks with sextuplets and carrying multiple other sets of twins at various stages, his whole body had grown according to his extreme condition, becoming fuller, rounder, and heavier by the day beyond what he thought was possible.

At 347 pounds, his belly jutted out about 23 inches from his once-flat abdomen and was almost as wide as his broad shoulders. His weight gain had thickened every single part of his body. His hips had grown wide enough to sway with each labored step he carefully took. His butt had also expanded, rounder and thicker to support his weight, straining against his pants and moving with a noticeable jiggle. No matter what pants he wore, the waistband constantly lowered at the back with the slightest movement, the fabric barely able to cover his ass. His bulge was permanently uncomfortably tight, his thick cock and swollen balls fighting for space against his thighs and massive belly.

His chest had also blown up in size, overflowing with milk even though he was far from giving birth. His pecs filled out visibly even beneath his T-shirt, the thin material showcasing his engorged nipples, which pressed through the fabric and caught the eyes of anyone who glanced his way. His T-shirt barely stretched over the upper part of his belly, even though it was enormous, leaving a portion of his swollen abdomen exposed just above his waistband. This issue with his clothes was one of the main reasons for his request to finish the semester remotely. He was running out of options, and he knew one of these days, he could just burst out of his tight clothes during a lecture.

Hayden waited, standing outside the professor’s door, one hand bracing the small of his back, which often ached under the strain, while the other hand rested along the side of his belly. The weight, the strain—it was overwhelming, yet there was a part of him that loved feeling his babies move within him. He loved the strange but warm sensation of carrying such a big brood inside. Still, the exhaustion was a constant reminder of just how much he had taken on.

Sighing, Hayden knocked at the door, rubbing his belly while the babies kicked and turned. When his professor opened the door, he couldn’t hide his reaction. His eyes widened as he took in Hayden’s presence, clearly shocked by the sheer size of his student. Hayden shifted his weight from one foot to the other, feeling slightly embarrassed at the professor’s speechlessness.

“Good morning. Do you have a minute, sir?” Hayden asked, almost breathless, as the professor allowed him inside.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Klein,” the professor said, struggling to find words. “What can I do for you? Are you all right?” He glanced from Hayden’s belly up to his face, visibly stunned by Hayden’s size and condition. He was used to seeing Hayden during lectures, but the student seemed to grow exponentially every time he saw him.

“Yes, I’m all right,” Hayden assured him, though his voice came out slightly breathless. “I, uh, wanted to talk about finishing up the semester remotely. It’s been getting hard to keep up with classes in person,” he added, and the professor nodded slowly, clearly trying to process what he was seeing. Hayden could almost feel the weight of the professor’s gaze as it roamed over his swollen form, lingering on the undeniable prominence of his belly, which stuck out in a nearly perfect round curve with a popped-out belly button adorning it.

“I see. It’s very understandable,” the professor finally replied, unable to keep his voice from betraying a note of concern. The professor cleared his throat, making Hayden shift uncomfortably. “Well, of course, Hayden, given... everything, we can arrange everything for you to complete your work remotely.” He seemed unable to look away, his expression full of fascination and worry. He couldn’t understand how or why Hayden had grown so much, and the roundness of his belly was shocking. Every inch of the student’s body concerned him, and no matter how hard he tried to stay professional, a part of him wanted to reach and touch Hayden’s oversized abdomen.

Hayden couldn’t help but chuckle despite the exhaustion. “Thanks, Professor,” he murmured, shifting his hand to the underside of his belly, feeling the solid weight of it, his fingers pressing against the taut skin as he braced himself to turn and leave, but the professor’s hand stopped him.

The professor moved his right hand to Hayden’s massive belly, carefully resting it above his popped-out belly button. “And, Hayden, good luck with whatever you’re dealing with,” he added, kindly smiling at Hayden. “Take care of yourself, truly. If there’s anything else you need, just let me know,” the professor continued but suddenly froze when he felt something shifting in Hayden’s abdomen. “What—what was that?” the professor asked, making Hayden blush before turning away to leave.

Hayden quickly exited the room, leaving the professor pale and confused. Hayden moved slowly down the hallway, trying to keep his breathing steady, and then he saw Connor and Jake waiting by the doors. They brightened when they saw him, and Hayden felt safe with them there. As he approached, they moved toward him, Jake immediately placing a hand on one side of his belly, and Connor, grinning, reached for the other. Their fingers caressed the stretched fabric, offering Hayden slight comfort as he told them about his conversation with the professor, ignoring the last few awkward moments.

“That’s amazing, Hayden,” Jake said, gently patting Hayden’s pregnant belly. “See, now you can focus on yourself and the babies. That’s what matters.”

Hayden sighed with relief, nodding. “Yeah, it’s... one less thing to worry about. I have enough with at least a dozen babies growing enormous inside me and making me blow up like a blimp,” he added, realizing how ridiculous it sounded. But just then, his stomach let out a loud, unmistakable growl, and he flushed as Jake and Connor chuckled.

“Oh, sounds like these little ones are making their needs known. They want to get even bigger, and they need food for that,” Connor teased, raising an eyebrow. “Let’s get you fed, shall we?”

Hayden sighed, momentarily worried about how big he was getting and hesitant to fuel the growth of his large brood. However, he finally nodded eagerly, feeling another grumble stir from his belly as they headed to his dorm room. “Okay, but you won’t fill me to the bursting point like last time, okay?” he added as Jake and Connor exchanged mischievous looks.

Once back in the privacy of his room, Hayden sighed in relief as he carefully lowered himself onto the edge of his bed. Connor and Jake helped him out of his tight clothes, starting with his shoes, then his t-shirt, and finally his pants, which took a bit of gentle maneuvering due to how snug they were. Jake carefully removed Hayden’s jockstrap, making him sigh in relief as his swollen balls relaxed after being constricted by the painful and uncomfortable tightness of his jockstrap.

While Hayden relaxed, Jake and Connor set up a spread of food on the bed, helping Hayden ease back against the pillows while they brought different dishes to his lips, one by one. Connor placed a delicious foot-long sandwich before Hayden’s mouth, and he ate it eagerly, sinking his teeth into the soft bread and savoring the flavor. Jake had a box of donuts and lovingly fed them to Hayden.

The sensation of fullness increased as Hayden ate, but his appetite was insatiable. He continued eating, his hands resting on his belly, feeling the subtle movements within as his babies shifted, pressed, and stretched against his skin. The sensation was overwhelming but in a way that made him feel whole like he was exactly where he needed to be.

****

The next few weeks slipped by in a haze for Hayden, each day folding seamlessly into the next as he lay in his dorm room, relaxing and enjoying his pregnancy as much as possible. He barely left his bed. Whether it was food to keep him full or hands to ease the pressure building on his belly and chest, someone provided every comfort. Between Connor and Jake, there was always someone by his side. They took turns around the clock, one of them there to feed him, to massage his aching belly, and, often, to fuck him hard before going to bed. They didn’t want to risk adding even more babies to Hayden’s overfilled womb, so condoms were always at hand, but as the pregnancy hormones increased Hayden’s arousal, every day demanded longer and harder fucks. The attention was never-ending, and Hayden drank it in, feeling their devotion fill him with a sweet sense of security even in his condition.

Jake or Connor stayed with him most nights, ready to be there whenever he woke with a craving or discomfort. Those nighttime cravings grew almost like clockwork. Hayden knew that, no matter how late, Jake or Connor would stumble up, sleepy but ready, grabbing whatever he needed to satisfy the pangs. In bed, he would feel Connor’s steady hands lifting one of the dozens of dishes they kept by the bedside to his mouth. Hayden would chew and swallow slowly, savoring the food as his belly expanded even further, stretching and straining but comforted by the warm hands that massaged his sides, helping him stretch to accommodate his increasingly crowded middle.

His belly would grow tight with fullness whenever he ate, the babies shifting from side to side. Connor or Jake would rub lotions over his overly stretched skin, hands moving in soft circles across the taut expanse as Hayden murmured in sleepy contentment, letting the soothing rhythm ease his tight, stretched skin. And if his chest felt uncomfortably heavy, they would lean in, helping him release the excess by sucking on his nipples or attaching breast pumps to them. Each drop of milk eased the tension in his pecs as they drew it out and soothed the aching pressure. It made him feel like a dairy cow, but he couldn’t deny that being milked felt great.

It was a peaceful and surreal routine, and Hayden often felt like he was floating through it. He had few assignments from his professors, as they had lightened his load, and his only responsibilities were to his babies and the patient, caring hands of Jake and Connor. He only focused on eating, relaxing, growing, and fucking, day after day. However, deep down, something bothered him. He hadn’t dared to tell Marcus and Tyler about the pregnancy, and he hadn’t seen James in months. He didn’t know if he’d ever have the chance to face any of them, but he preferred to let them find out on their own somehow.

****

Then, on May 19th, the day he reached 32 weeks pregnant with the sextuplets, Hayden was lying on his bed in the evening, feeling as though every inch of his body had grown ready to burst. He sighed and groaned softly, shifting in bed to try to relieve the pressure, only to feel the heaviness of his belly press down even more. At a grand 367.7 pounds, his body felt impossibly full. His belly pushed a full 25 inches in front of him, a massive curve that was rounded, taut, and unbelievably swollen.

His pecs were enormous, a near-permanent pillow under his chin, plump and heavy with milk that left them feeling full and aching. His hips and butt had grown out even more, creating a rounded softness that added a thick, plush weight beneath with every slight movement. And while his muscles retained their bulk and shape, there was now a soft layer all over his body, an extra weight that padded each part of him. He was softer everywhere except for his incredibly taut abdomen.

While rubbing his belly and groaning in discomfort after a hearty dinner, Hayden suddenly felt hands tugging at his arms. He opened his eyes, finding Jake and Connor standing at each side of his bed, pulling him up carefully. Groaning, he clutched his belly as they slowly helped him to his feet, his muscles mildly protesting.

“Ow, guys, what’s going on?” He mumbled, still half-dazed from the discomfort. “I’m not exactly mobile right now.”

But they were insistent, both chuckling as they held onto him. “You’ll see, Hayden. We’re going somewhere, and you’ll love it. Trust us, all right?” Jake said in a teasing tone.

Once he was finally upright, they started dressing him, slipping his arms through a T-shirt that was far too small, the material only stretching halfway down his expansive belly, leaving a thick band of his stomach exposed beneath. They managed to put his jockstrap on, the pouch dangerously tight over his swollen balls. His sweatpants were even worse as Connor struggled to pull them up over Hayden’s ample hips. It was impossible to make them cover his enormous fattening ass. The seams stretched thin, each movement threatening to make them snap. His belly rested heavily above the waistband, and Jake and Connor exchanged amused looks at the sight.

“You can’t be serious,” Hayden groaned, rolling his eyes as he caught sight of his reflection, feeling more like he’d been stuffed into the clothes than actually dressed in them. “You can’t expect me to go out looking like this? I barely leave the bed, and now you…” he began, but without explanation, they each took an arm and led him out the door.

They moved slowly, taking frequent breaks to let Hayden catch his breath as they shuffled through the empty halls. It was late, so the campus was quiet; nobody saw Hayden’s overinflated body struggling to move around. Each step was an ordeal, his weight bearing down heavily with every footfall, and he found himself panting, both hands pressing into his lower back for support as he waddled along.

When they finally reached their destination, Hayden felt a wave of confusion. They were standing outside the wrestling gym where he used to practice, and he turned to Jake and Connor with a puzzled expression. They only smiled before guiding him inside. The moment they entered, Hayden froze. The gym was decorated with sky-blue banners and balloons, baby-themed decorations hanging from the ceiling, and as he took in the scene, he felt his heart skip a beat. There, waiting in the center of the room, were James, Marcus, and Tyler, all standing together and looking just as stunned as Hayden felt.

“Surprise! Connor and I thought it would be cool if you had a baby shower before the school year ends,” Jake said, kissing Hayden’s cheeks.

Hayden was speechless, deeply moved by the decoration and Jake’s enthusiasm, but also nervous about the presence of James, Marcus, and Tyler. The three wrestlers turned, eyes widening as they processed Hayden’s appearance. Marcus’ face went pale, his mouth falling open, and James’ jaw clenched as he stared in shock at Hayden’s massive form. Tyler stepped forward, repeatedly blinking as if trying to confirm he wasn’t hallucinating.

“So, it’s true?” Tyler asked, staring at Hayden with wide eyes. “You’re... you’re pregnant? I didn’t believe it when Jake and Connor pushed me into doing this decoration.”

James swallowed, his eyes lingering on Hayden’s exposed belly. “Yes, it’s true,” he said shyly. “But… I never imagined he would get this big.”

Marcus, still in a daze, managed to speak up. “Hayden, I... I don’t know what to say. I had no idea. So, you really are pregnant with our babies. What was that word you said, Connor?”

“Superfetation,” Hayden responded, blushing and caressing his belly. “It seems like I got more and more pregnant every time you fucked me. I guess that’s my superpower, being an overinflated baby machine,” he added. He looked down at his belly, somewhat ashamed but happy about having all his babies’ daddies there.

James, Marcus, and Tyler approached him, and Hayden felt his cheeks flush even more as they gathered around. Each one wrapped him in a gentle hug, careful not to press too hard on his swollen belly. The embrace was awkward, but it was also sweet. Then, one by one, they caressed his taut abdomen, marveling at its size and fullness.

When James pulled back, he stood directly in front of Hayden, reaching down to lift the hem of his shirt, revealing the full curve of his massive belly. His hands, tentative at first, pressed softly against Hayden’s skin, and Hayden saw regret and awe in his eyes.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” James said, his voice thick with emotion. “I was... scared to fail you. And in doing that, I failed you. I failed our babies.”

The words hit Hayden deeply, and he felt his eyes well up with tears. “It’s okay, James,” he whispered. “Jake and Connor... They’ve been helping me. And you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

James’s face softened, and he leaned in, gently kissing Hayden’s cheek, his hands still resting on Hayden’s belly. “So, do you mind if we talk somewhere private? We have so much to talk about,” he whispered, and Hayden blushed.

Hayden looked at Jake, who was telling Tyler and Marcus about Hayden’s cravings, and Jake gave him an understanding nod. “Sure. I need a place to sit anyway,” he said, smiling at James and heading for the locker rooms.

*

Hayden gasped, breathless, exhausted, and feeling ready to burst, while James pounded hard into him. He couldn’t resist James’ charm and massive body. Their private talk had led them into the same room where they had conceived the sextuplets. But this time, the scene was slightly different. Hayden was enormous. He lay on his back, legs up in the air—as much as possible—and his belly shook violently with each powerful thrust, his pecs pushed against his face, almost suffocating him while leaking milk like fountains. His eyes rolled in his head as James pounded faster and harder, poking at his prostate and making him moan. Part of him was worried about getting even more pregnant because James didn’t have condoms, but he didn’t mind. He was willing to get as big as a house if James, Marcus, Tyler, Connor, and Jake continued filling him up with babies.

“I missed this ass so much. It feels so good. So hot. And still so tight even after all this time. Fuck! I’m so close to cumming,” James said, his massive dick stretching Hayden’s hole over and over again. “What if I add even more babies? What if I get you even more pregnant?”

Hayden only gasped, unable to articulate complex words. “Do it!” He mumbled, and it was like an order to James dick to shoot a massive load deep inside him. Hayden felt the warm cum coating his guts, getting him slightly fuller, but the sensation wasn’t as intense as the previous time. It was different. Maybe his body had finally reached its maximum capacity, unable to produce more babies.

“May I be the next one? Tyler said he comes next,” Marcus said at the door as Hayden and James caught their breaths after the intense fuck. “Sorry to interrupt, but we heard Hayden’s moans and... you know, it’s been a while,” he added, his hard dick visible in his pants.

Hayden silently stared at him for a few seconds, processing the request as James moved away. “Did Jake say something?”

“He said that you’ll be all his when you’re back to your room later,” Marcus added, rolling his eyes and chuckling. “But you’re not in your room yet,” he said, approaching and waiting for a response. Hayden only smiled and spread his legs, inviting Marcus to take him right there.

...

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Match March: Madness - Part 6 (Preview)

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After Wayne moved into Brett’s renovated barn, his body changed faster and more dramatically each day. His belly grew heavier and rounder at a rate that stunned everyone, especially Wayne. His legs and arms thickened with fat and softened muscle. His chest swelled even though he knew it was too early to produce milk—Brett insisted it was bound to happen soon. His thighs spread wider to accommodate his bulkier hips and swollen balls. Even his cock felt thicker these days, leaving Wayne overwhelmingly sensitive.

His once-athletic body had given way to something plump, tender, and fertile. Wayne’s days as a stunningly fit and agile firefighter were over. He couldn’t sit up without help anymore. Standing was impossible. The bed had become his permanent spot to eat, sleep, watch TV, observe nature outside, and get fucked constantly while his pregnancy developed beyond the wildest expectations. The constant feeling of fullness and the increasing weight made him feel like he was gaining weight every second.

“Ugh. I’m too full. I don’t know if I can take this much longer,” Wayne groaned one morning, lying among pillows and caressing his belly that reached high and round as it anchored him to the mattress.

Tyrell, seated cross-legged at the edge of the bed, smiled and reached to caress the massively rounded abdomen. “You’re not even halfway into the pregnancy. And your body has handled this surprisingly well so far. You’ve got this,” he said, feeling the taut skin. “You’re not only the most pregnant person ever. But also the hottest,” he added, leaning in to kiss Wayne’s lower belly.

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Billy's Choice - Part 6 (Preview)

Billy scrambled to compose himself after their passionate moment was abruptly interrupted. He smoothed his shirt down over his swollen middle, with his cheeks flushed and still feeling the warmth of Callum’s hands on his body. He glanced toward the door with dread, regretting his decision to invite Antonio over tonight.

“We need to look normal,” Billy said, looking at a confused Callum.

“What? Are you waiting for someone?” Callum asked, and Billy nodded. “Hmm… don’t tell me that knock is who I think it is. Antonio?” he added, and Billy nodded again. “Damn it!” Callum chuckled low, quickly fixing his clothes to look presentable.

Billy’s gaze dropped, and he saw Callum’s bulge—his 11.5-inch-long cock—straining against the front of his pants. “He can’t see you like that,” Billy whispered, reaching out and trying to adjust the fabric—partly an excuse to feel the thick man’s meat through the fabric.

Callum playfully swatted Billy’s hand away. “Let him stare,” he said with a cocky grin and pulled Billy into a kiss. “He’ll know he lost his chances with you.”

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Life Lessons - Part 4: The Sacrifices of Fatherhood

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Alan was more anxious as the days passed. He usually felt relieved and happy about having some time off during the holidays to be with his family. But now, deep down, Alan couldn’t help but feel sad about not seeing Max every day. It wasn’t just the daily routine of receiving those milkshakes or the desserts after class—though Alan was keenly aware of how he had come to crave them—it was how Max made him feel. The professor wouldn’t admit it, even to himself, but Alan had grown attached to Max in ways beyond reason. He was falling for his hugely muscular student.

During his final lecture, Alan stood at the front of the classroom, his belly straining against his button-down shirt, now impossible to hide. He thanked the students for their effort during the semester, his hand subconsciously resting on his round abdomen as he often did now. Alan couldn’t control it. He didn’t even realize it when he did it. He just loved having his hand on his round belly as a reminder of the seven lives growing inside him. His students found this odd, but no one gave it much thought.

“Alright,” Alan said, his voice loud and strong as ever. “That summarizes what we’ve been studying these last few months. Remember, anatomy is fun because it’s part of us. However, it can surprise you. Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday break and get some rest.”

The students filed out, smiling at their professor, eager to begin their time off. Alan’s eyes followed them, though his gaze drifted to Max, who remained in his seat, casually packing his bag in the back of the classroom. Alan felt his heart race slightly, his body tensing as the classroom slowly emptied until it was just him and Max. Alan couldn’t mask the smile that Max’s presence caused.

Max stood up and walked toward him, looking confident with a playful grin. Alan’s breath caught in his throat as Max stood right before him, not saying a word, just letting the moment hang between them. Without asking, Max reached out and gently placed a hand on Alan’s belly, pressing just enough to feel the tautness of the skin beneath his shirt.

“You look so good today, Mr. Reynolds,” Max softly said, his hands slowly moving over Alan’s belly. “So, round and looking about to burst out of this shirt.”

“Max… I–” Alan shivered, feeling the tenderness in Max’s voice. Before he could stop himself, Alan leaned into the touch, his body betraying his anxiety. Part of him wanted to fight his need for Max, but he couldn’t. Alan wasn’t strong enough.

Max stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and then, without hesitation, leaned in and kissed Alan—soft, sweet, and lingering. Alan’s hands instinctively reached for Max’s shoulders, pulling him closer, his lips parting to welcome the kiss. He couldn’t fight it—not here, not now. For a brief moment, the world fell away, and all that existed was Max and the fantastic sensation of his lips.

When they finally broke the kiss, Max locked his eyes on Alan’s, hands still resting on his belly. “I can’t wait to see you in a few weeks. Enjoy the holidays, eat a lot, and think of me, Mr. Reynolds,” Max said, winking at Alan and making him gasp. “I’ll send you something so you won’t miss me during the break. See you in a few weeks.”

Alan nodded, though he wasn’t sure if he would ever see Max again. He couldn’t keep seeing Max and betray his family. It wasn’t fair. Alan watched as Max walked out of the classroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Then, a notification on his phone took him out of his trance. When he unlocked the screen, he saw a message from Max containing a link. Alan raised an eyebrow as he opened the link, and his eyes widened when he saw Max’s OnlyFans page. He immediately understood what Max intended with the message, so he registered and subscribed without hesitation.

He quickly checked on some of Max’s posts and couldn’t help but smile. The posts didn’t reveal much, but it was enough to tease anyone because every inch of Max’s body looked massive, though the view was better in real life. Alan’s hand returned to his belly, rubbing the now noticeably round curve, the tension in his chest tightening as he tried to think of what to do next. Max’s babies were growing inside him, and he couldn’t hide his belly for much longer, so he needed to make a decision soon.

However, as Christmas approached, Alan tried to focus on his family. It wasn’t easy because his body was changing faster than expected. The curve of his belly protruded 9 inches, making it impossible to hide. His shirts clung to him, stretched to their limits. He had started wearing layers, using the cold December weather as an excuse to bundle up. But even then, the bulge was evident. It didn’t help that he was always starving, ravenous, to the point where he constantly had to fight the urge to eat.

One evening, Alan and his family went to the grocery store to stock up for the holiday meals. People crowded the aisles doing the same, but Alan had only one thing on his mind: food. His stomach growled as he pushed the cart, his eyes scanning the shelves for anything that looked even remotely appetizing. Apart from uncooked food, Alan grabbed chips, frozen meals, ice cream, and carb-loaded snacks.

“Dad, are you really going to eat that much?” 6-year-old Benjamin asked, his eyes wide as he watched his father toss another bag of chips into the cart.

Alan chuckled, though he could feel the blush creeping up his neck. “What? We need snacks for the holidays,” he said, though he knew he was going overboard. His hand unconsciously moved to his belly, which gurgled loudly in response.

“Yeah, but it looks like you’re going to eat all of this yourself!” 9-year-old James teased, poking Alan’s belly before hugging him.

“No, buddy. I promise I’ll share. I can’t eat all of this by myself,” Alan responded, reaching for a couple of boxes of donuts to add them to the cart. He was honest about sharing the food with his family, but he felt he could eat everything on the shelves of the whole store and still be hungry.

“Boys, remember what your dad always says. Eat big to get big,” Becca said, walking alongside them, laughing. “Your dad only wants to get bigger, at least his belly.”

Alan’s face turned red, but he couldn’t deny the truth of it. He could feel his abdomen stretching his clothes, and the thought of his belly growing even more was terrifying, considering he wasn’t getting thicker only due to the food intake but thanks to the seven babies growing inside. Still, the hunger was overwhelming, and he continued to add more food to the cart despite his family’s playful teasing. It was a strange thought, but he wanted to have large and healthy babies, so he needed to eat as much as humanly possible, and the holidays were perfect for that.

Alan’s routine slowed now that it didn’t include going to work, so he spent most of his days eating and relaxing on the couch. He often played with his sons, but he was already lethargic and more careful to avoid the boys hurting the babies. He was confused about what to do, but deep down, he knew he needed to protect the babies. It wasn’t only because he was pregnant but because those babies were a part of Max growing within him.

The overeating continued, so on Christmas Eve, the family cooked a feast that seemed big enough to feed a whole army. Becca and Alan cooked for hours to prepare everything, and by the time it was finally time to eat, Alan felt like he hadn’t had a proper meal in days. He sat at the head of the table, his belly pressing against the edge as he leaned forward to fill his plate.

The first bite was heavenly, and Alan couldn’t stop. Forkful after forkful, he ate ravenously, barely pausing to breathe between bites. His belly, already round and full, began to stretch even more, pressing tightly against his sweater.

“Alan, slow down!” Becca laughed from across the table. “You’ve been taking bites for hours while we cooked, and now you’re eating like you haven’t eaten in days!”

Alan groaned softly, rubbing his belly as he leaned back in his chair. “I can’t help it... I’m just so hungry, and this is all so delicious.”

His sons looked at him in surprise while Alan absentmindedly caressed his belly. He looked ready to burst, but he continued eating without breaks. “You said it, mom. Eat big to get big. Dad’s just trying to be the biggest and strongest dad in the world, right?” James said, smiling at his mom.

Alan blushed but couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, something like that...” he mumbled between bites, still unable to stop himself from reaching for more food.

“And we want the biggest and strongest dad!” Benjamin added, opening his mouth wide to eat a big piece of roasted turkey.

Becca stood up and walked over to Alan, leaning over and kissing his cheek while resting her hand on his taut belly. “Well, if that’s your goal, you’re definitely on the right track,” she teased, her voice soft and loving.

The feast continued for hours, and by the end of it, Alan was groaning in discomfort, his belly stretched tight and full. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so stuffed, yet he still felt like he could eat more if he really wanted to. His sons watched him in awe, clearly impressed by how much he had eaten. Becca smiled, shaking her head at the sight and secretly loving how round Alan’s abdomen looked.

Later that night, Alan lay in bed, feeling utterly full and heavy. His belly protruded in front of him, a firm and undeniable reminder of the changes happening in his body. He felt self-conscious, knowing there was more than just food in there. He didn’t know how to tell Becca about the septuplets, and the guilt weighed on him almost as much as his body did. He constantly avoided her touch to prevent her from realizing the truth about his belly. And after such a massive meal, he felt even worse because his belly was visibly rounder and tauter than a few hours before.

Becca slid into bed beside him, her hand immediately going to his belly. “You’ve been distant lately,” she said softly, her voice filled with concern. “But I want you to know... I love this.” She rubbed her hand across his swollen belly, her touch gentle and warm. “I love how thick you’re getting. I want you to be the biggest and strongest dad in the world.”

Alan shivered and gasped at her touch, feeling confused. He didn’t know how to handle the situation. Alan didn’t know how to react to Becca’s teasing. He didn’t know how to protect her from the truth, but at that moment, he could only close his eyes and embrace her touch. She tenderly kissed him while sliding her hand under his clothes to touch his bare belly. Alan felt his dick getting hard in his pants, and even though he was uncomfortably full, knowing that Becca loved him this much made him feel better. However, he knew he had to make a difficult decision to avoid hurting her, at least for now.

****

The day after New Year was always quiet, perfect to relax and prepare to get back into routine, but for Alan, things were different. This year, everything felt heavier—literally. He had just finished a massive breakfast Becca had lovingly prepared, and his belly was now uncomfortably full. He pressed his hand against the dome of his midsection, with his fingers splayed across the firm curve as he tried to soothe the tightness. He groaned softly, leaning back against the kitchen counter, his other hand reaching around to rub at his aching lower back.

“That was too much,” Alan muttered to himself. He shifted his posture, trying to find some semblance of comfort. But the movement only seemed to accentuate the size of his belly. The lower part of his sweater, which had already been struggling to cover him fully, now rode up, exposing a few inches of the pale skin of his underbelly.

Alan sighed and pushed himself off the counter, walking toward the bathroom. He felt as heavy as a whale, so he stepped slowly and carefully. With his hand still on the small of his back, Alan didn’t realize he looked undoubtedly pregnant in this position. His belly swayed, round and heavy in front of him, and though it wasn’t painful, the fullness and pressure made it impossible to ignore.

When he finally reached the bathroom, Alan paused by the mirror, his eyes drawn to his reflection. The mirror was large enough to reflect his upper body from the knees up, offering him a full view of his side profile. He couldn’t help but lift the hem of his sweater just a little more, pulling it up to fully expose his swollen belly. He looked enormous even though he was only 16 weeks pregnant. With seven babies growing inside him, he expected a massive belly, but Alan still felt too big and heavy.

His belly had grown over an inch in every direction over the holidays, rounding out even more than before. His once-chiseled abs were officially gone. The roundness of his belly now jutted about 11 inches from the rest of his torso, the size of seven babies pressing outward with undeniable force. His hips had widened to accommodate the growth, giving him a more defined hourglass shape, which had been a source of silent discomfort for him, though he tried not to dwell on it.

His ass had also thickened, rounding out and straining the fabric of his pants. Even with extra large sweatpants, he could feel how snug his pants had become, the material pressing against his growing form in a way that made him hyper-aware of every pound he had gained. His chest had also thickened, though he tried to ignore it. He felt fuller and broader but didn’t want to stress about those changes. Not yet.

“How did I end up like this?” Alan murmured to himself, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the worry that clouded his mind. He knew the answer, of course, but the absurdity of it all still made him shake his head in disbelief. He traced his fingers over the expanse of his belly, feeling the firmness beneath his skin.

At that moment, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The notification made Alan chuckle and smile even more. Perfect timing. Max had posted a short video now that he was thinking about him. He couldn’t resist it and opened the video while his free hand continued caressing his belly. Alan watched Max posing and flexing his muscles, wearing a small wrestling singlet designed for someone much smaller in all ways. Alan chuckled, feeling his dick stirring in his pants as he remembered how that huge body felt atop him and how the dick, now barely contained in the singlet, felt inside him.

“Well, that’s how I ended up like this,” he said, sighing again, looking down at his bare abdomen. “If you’ll be nearly as big as your dad, you’ll get me as big as a blimp,” he softly said to his seven unborn babies.

Alan put his phone aside and continued checking on his reflection for a little longer, pushing his hips forward to imagine his belly jutting out even more. He was anxious about the whole situation, but he couldn’t help but smile at the idea of having Max’s babies inside him. His dick hardened even more as he thought about the times they were together, so he couldn’t resist the urge to pull his hard dick out of his pants and stroke it firmly.

“Damn, Max. You really messed me up!” Alan softly said, one hand on his dick while the other moved up and down his round belly. “No, no, no. I can’t let myself go, not like this. Not right now,” he said to himself, trying to regain composure. Arousal washed over him, but he had never allowed his arousal to control his acts like this, at least not when he was alone.

Alan sighed and carefully managed to get his hard dick in his pants again. He tried to focus his mind on something else, expecting his dick to get soft in the meantime. But the memories of Max’s perfect body made it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Alan fixed his clothes to look decent enough and stepped forward to stand by the scale they kept in the bathroom, hesitating for a moment before finally stepping onto it. He had been avoiding this, aware of how much he had grown recently, but now he just needed to know. Alan looked down to see the number and found himself unable to see the tiny screen. His belly was too big, so he had to lean forward, groaning in discomfort and struggling to peer over his belly. He had to adjust, leaning even more until he finally saw the digits.

“320.4 pounds,” he read aloud in disbelief.

Alan sighed, straightening up as best as he could. He rubbed his belly again, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m getting so big. I can’t believe I’ve gained so much.” He glanced back at his reflection, his eyes tracing the curve of his belly one more time. “How much bigger am I going to get?” He couldn’t dwell on that thought for too long, but at least the shocking number and the confusion it caused made his dick go soft. The scale wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t know already—his belly was quickly expanding. And this wasn’t even the halfway point.

With another soft groan, Alan stepped off the scale and left the bathroom, pretending to be fine but feeling worried and conflicted. He continued to rub his belly, almost as if trying to comfort himself. The weight of it felt foreign and familiar at this point, a constant companion Alan wasn’t quite ready to accept. He headed for the living room, looking for Becca and their boys. As he entered, he spotted them sitting together on the couch, the boys playing with some new toys they had received for Christmas. Becca looked up first, her smile warm and welcoming.

“Hey, there you are,” Becca said, patting the spot beside her on the couch. “How are you feeling? Did you enjoy breakfast?”

“I did. Maybe too much. I feel like I just ate a whole cow,” Alan responded, weakly smiling.

“Maybe not a cow, but a whole pig’s worth of bacon, definitely,” Becca responded, smiling with pride.

Alan chuckled and moved to sit down, though the act of sitting was becoming more of a challenge. He had to lower himself slowly, feeling the way his belly shifted and settled in front of him as he sank into the cushions. He let out a small groan of relief when he found a somewhat comfortable position, his hands instinctively resting on his belly.

“I need to talk to you all about something,” Alan said, sounding serious.

The boys immediately looked up from their toys, sensing the shift in tone. Becca, too, turned her full attention to him, her brows furrowing slightly in concern. Alan took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He hated lying to them, especially about something so important. But couldn’t bear the thought of them knowing the truth—about the babies and Max’s involvement, about what was happening. He needed time to figure things out. And the only way to do that was to leave, even if it hurt.

“The college…” Alan started, pausing as he searched for the right words. “The college wants me to do some lectures out of state. It’s a special opportunity, but I’ll be away for about six months.”

Becca’s face fell slightly, her eyes reflecting the sadness that she was trying to hide. “Six months?” she repeated.

James and Benjamin looked at each other, then at their father. “Six months?” James echoed. “That’s so long, Dad!”

Alan nodded, his heart aching at their reactions. “I know, I know. It’s not ideal, but it’s important for my career. I’ll be teaching advanced anatomy—so it’s a good opportunity. But it does mean I won’t be home for a while.” The room stayed silent as Alan struggled to contain his tears.

Becca eventually nodded and placed her hand on Alan’s knee. “If this is so important for you, then everything’s fine,” she said, offering Alan a supportive smile. “But we’ll miss you so much.”

Alan swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in his throat. He didn’t want to leave them, but he had no choice. If Alan stayed, they’d find out about the pregnancy, and he couldn’t let that happen. Alan couldn’t walk around town with an enormous belly filled with babies a young man pumped into him. It would ruin his reputation and probably make his family feel ashamed of him.

James and Benjamin, sensing the tension in the room, suddenly ran over to their father, wrapping their arms around his belly. “We’ll miss you, Dad!” Benjamin said, his face pressed against the roundness of Alan’s middle.

James hugged him tighter, playfully squeezing his belly. “But you have to come back, okay?”

Alan chuckled softly, though the guilt gnawed at him. He reached down and ruffled their hair, his hands resting on their shoulders as they hugged him. “I’ll come back,” he promised, though the words felt hollow. “I’ll miss you guys so much.”

Alan couldn’t shake the sadness that clung to him. It wasn’t just a trip for lectures—he had already asked the college for time off. He had planned to hide away in the old family cabin, far enough from anyone who knew him. The cabin had been passed down through generations and now belonged to him. It was secluded and quiet—a perfect place to hide as his belly and the babies within continued to grow. It was far from the prying eyes of his colleagues and friends. He couldn’t let anyone know.

But as he looked down at his sons, hugging him so tightly, and Becca’s warm smile, the weight of his lie pressed down on him even more. He was doing this to protect them. To save them from the embarrassment of having a pregnant man in their family. But the thought of being away from them for so long felt awful. He had already given up on his meetings with Max and now had to leave his family. It was too much.

Becca leaned in and kissed Alan’s cheek, her hand resting on the upper curve of his belly. “We’ll be okay. Just make sure you take care of yourself, okay? And promise me you’ll keep eating well, okay?”

Alan smiled and chuckled, though inside, he felt his heart breaking. “I will,” he whispered. “I promise.”

He couldn’t help but think about Max and the seven babies growing inside him. The cabin would give him time to figure things out, but he didn’t know what to do with the babies once they were born. He didn’t want to be away from his sons and wife, but he couldn’t find a way to explain the existence of the seven unborn babies to them. He needed to make some sacrifices to protect his family, Max, and the unborn babies.

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Heavy Load - Part 5 (Preview)

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Zeke cried out, and Gerald went pale. The boss’ hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. The guttural groans from Zeke’s throat echoed in the car, and outside to anyone who happened to be near the carpark at work. Gerald could only sit there, frozen in the driver’s seat, staring forward with wide, glassy eyes. But the sounds ignited something deep inside his core, making his cock stir in his pants.

Zeke writhed as the contractions turned sharper, longer, and deeper. He could feel them in his back, his hips, his thighs, all the way down to his toes. The pressure was so intense that it felt like his body was tearing in half from the inside. He groaned, bracing himself with both hands on the dashboard as another wave hit harder than the last. His legs shifted awkwardly in the limited space as his belly quivered violently.

“Nnnhhh—haaah!” Zeke moaned, gasping and freaking out. “Boss! I—I can’t—I can’t take this! I need a doctor!”

Gerald didn’t answer. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

Without thinking, Zeke spread his thighs as much as the car allowed, only guided by his instinct. The center console pushed into one side and the door against the other. There was not enough space. He clawed at his shirt, dragging the hem up over the swell of his belly with one shaky hand until the glistening dome was fully exposed. His belly looked enormous—tightly stretched and clearly alive with motion. Beneath the skin, something rolled. Then another. There was more than one baby. Everything made sense now.

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Double Duty, One Man - Epilogue (Preview)

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Cade was on his back in bed, with his legs spread wide and a satisfied grin adorning his face as he felt Simon’s hands softly caressing his thighs. He could feel the heat coming from the young man’s body, aware that the best part was yet to come. Simon pushed his hips forward, entering Cade’s hole and making his fertile body tense. Loud moans filled the room as the 14-inch-long cock went all the way in, stretching Cade’s hole like it was the first time.

Simon grinned, moving with powerful tenderness, knowing Cade’s limits and watching his face for every sign. He started bucking his hips, thrusting slowly but deep and sending gentle tremors through Cade’s overripe body. Cade moaned, breathless, as his hands moved over his swollen chest. He cried out softly, not from discomfort but from the intense emotional, physical, and hormonal pleasure. He needed this. He needed Simon’s cock so much.

And Simon gave it all—his strength, patience, and love. He leaned forward to thrust at a different angle and tease Cade’s prostate. The older man could barely think clearly at this point. His body was a hot mess, craving more of Simon’s intense pounding. Cade’s body rocked with effort as every inch of him felt ready to burst with emotions and sensations. It felt so good that he didn’t want it to end, and Simon didn’t have plans to finish soon. They just kept going until Cade was barely conscious.

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Wrestling the Changes - Part 7

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Hayden lay on his back, his enormous belly a perfect dome rising high above him, the skin stretched tight over the dozen lives growing inside. His legs spread wide apart to give Jake access to his hole. The pressure in his abdomen was unrelenting, the sheer weight of it making it hard to breathe deeply, but seeing Jake grinning so excitedly between his legs encouraged him to stay in that position and enjoy what was to come.

Jake lifted Hayden’s legs and lined his dick with the pregnant guy’s hole, playfully poking at it to tease him. Hayden gasped and shivered when he felt the thick head of Jake’s dick brushing against his ass, marveling at how big it felt. Hayden looked into Jake’s eyes and couldn’t help but grin, noticing the intense lust and desire. His hands moved to his massive belly, where the babies kicked and turned restlessly, already imagining how big he would get with another pair of babies growing in his womb. He knew his condition was already extreme, but he couldn’t help but long for more.

Jake pushed his hips forward and buried his thick 10-inch-long dick into Hayden, making him moan loudly. Jake buried his whole fuck tool and passionately bucked his hips in slow but strong motions. He loved how tight Hayden’s hole felt around his dick, so he focused on the force of his thrusts. He had dreamed about fucking Hayden nice the day they met, but he never imagined it would feel so good. The sight of Hayden’s pregnant belly and plump pecs bouncing with each thrust only made things better. Jake was more aroused than ever before, and this only intensified as the minutes passed.

Hayden moaned loudly as he enjoyed Jake’s passionate fucking, his eyes rolling in his head as Jake’s powerful thrusts drove him crazy. He was surprised Jake pounded so hard since he was the smallest, muscle-wise, on the team, but Hayden couldn’t deny that Jake did an outstandingly great job pleasing him. Hayden felt Jake’s dick rubbing against his prostate, making his groans grow louder. The stimulation caused his dick to leak pre-cum like never before. He hadn’t been able to see his dick and balls for months now, but he knew his balls were now bigger and plumper, full of cum, probably due to the pregnancy hormones. It caused his pre-cum to come out like a steady stream that coated his lower belly.

“Man, your ass feels so good,” Jake said between groans, his hips moving faster while keeping the strength on each thrust. “I don’t want this to end, but man… I’m so close.” His pounding sped up, and Hayden’s eyes rolled into his skull, his expression blank as he enjoyed the intense fucking.

“Cum, please!” Hayden mumbled these two short words out of his mouth, begging Jake to fill him up. He was too high on pleasure to think clearly, but his whole self was longing for Jake to cum inside him. He desperately needed it.

Jake grinned and leaned forward, repeatedly kissing the taut dome of a belly where Hayden’s babies moved and kicked nonstop. His pounding intensified, entering jackhammer mode as he lovingly kissed and rubbed Hayden’s belly. The sensation of Jake’s warm hands over the overfilled abdomen was almost overwhelming in its sweetness, adding another layer of bliss to Hayden’s blank-minded state.

“I can’t wait to see you getting even bigger with my kids. If this works, maybe you’ll let me add a few more,” Jake playfully said, his hips still going at full force and speed.

“Please,” Hayden whispered, his mind seemingly unable to come up with other words.

Jake grinned, and with a particularly powerful thrust, his dick shot countless thick globs of warm cum deep into Hayden’s ass. Jake pushed his whole body forward, gently pressing his chiseled abs against Hayden’s massive belly while his dick continued cumming. Jake stopped his pounding, enjoying the climax and the sight of Hayden’s blank expression due to pleasure.

However, Hayden suddenly gasped, his hands immediately moving to caress the sides of his belly. His skin tightened, making him groan, as the weight of his overpacked womb seemed to grow heavier. His belly stretched even further outward. Hayden moaned loudly, his hands firmly holding the sides of his belly as he felt the somewhat familiar sensation building beneath his skin.

“Wow,” Jake said, still catching his breath as he felt Hayden’s belly growing against him. “Is it growing? You’re getting even bigger.” Jake’s eyes widened, freezing in place as he looked down at Hayden’s belly. He had stopped cumming, but he kept his dick buried in Hayden’s hole as he observed the expansion.

Hayden grunted as he felt his belly expanding. The massive mound of his pregnant belly was slowly inching outward, swelling larger with each passing second. Jake’s mouth dropped open in astonishment, watching Hayden’s skin stretching tauter, the once taut surface rounding out even more as the belly reached higher.

Hayden groaned, feeling the unmistakable sensation of his belly expanding. It felt like his skin was being pulled in every direction, a mixture of fullness and heaviness pressing against him. His body already felt enormous, and he had experienced similar expansions when he had sex with Marcus, Tyler, and Connor, but this—this was something new.

“Oh, please,” he gasped, his hands rubbing large circles over his overstretched skin, feeling the smooth, growing surface under his fingertips. His skin was so tight it almost felt like it might split open from the sheer volume. Then, with a loud pop, his belly button finally pushed out, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The pressure in his abdomen shifted, his belly feeling heavier and rounder. Hayden winced slightly, the sensation strange but somehow satisfying at the same time.

Jake grinned, evidently excited by what was happening. His hands slid down to cradle Hayden’s belly lovingly, his thumbs brushing over the newly popped-out belly button. “You’re incredible,” Jake whispered, his voice full of wonder. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the tight skin of Hayden’s belly, the feeling of Jake’s lips soothing against the tightness.

Hayden shivered at the contact, the pressure of his belly still growing a bit more, but Jake’s kisses made it easier to bear. “It’s so big,” he muttered, his voice breathy as he struggled to adjust his body on the mattress, trying to accommodate the new weight pressing down on him as the expansion finally stopped.

Jake chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Hayden’s belly with each kiss. “Fuck, that was so hot,” he whispered again, his hands still caressing the massive dome in front of him. “I can’t believe how big you are. I hope this means you’re now carrying my babies.”

Hayden was breathless, still processing what had just happened since his belly had grown about 5 inches in all directions, feeling heavier than a few minutes before. “I think I am. This has happened before but never so intensely,” he muttered, caressing his belly while catching his breath.

Jake’s grin grew broader, and he finally pulled his dick out of Hayden’s hole, immediately collapsing beside him in bed. Then, he carefully helped Hayden roll into his side, allowing him to relax after the intense growth spurt. Jake cuddled right behind Hayden, wrapping his arms around his torso and pushing his half-hard dick against the pregnant guy’s massive ass. Jake’s hands moved over Hayden’s belly, then went higher to caress his swollen chest, which had become incredibly sensitive over the past few days.

Hayden’s chest had thickened noticeably, his nipples growing thicker and more tender as his body prepared for the inevitable milk production that would follow. Jake playfully massaged Hayden’s chest, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin. Hayden’s breath hitched, his chest incredibly sensitive to Jake’s touch.

“Careful,” Hayden muttered, biting his lip as a wave of pleasure and delight washed over him. Jake just smiled, clearly enjoying how Hayden’s body reacted to him. “But don’t stop,” he added, loving Jake’s careful attention.

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Hayden’s body continued to grow as the weeks passed, his pregnancy advancing at an astonishing and overwhelming speed. His belly became even rounder, fuller, heavier, and harder to manage. Every time he woke up, it felt like he had expanded overnight, his skin constantly tight, and the weight of his belly pulling him down with each step. His pecs continued expanding, feeling plumper by the day, overwhelming Hayden since he knew it was due to a staggering milk production. The idea was ridiculous. He was producing milk like a dairy cow.

His hunger skyrocketed as the babies inside him grew, demanding more and more nutrients. He couldn’t help but constantly snack, always reaching for something to eat, and he never felt fully satisfied. No matter how much he ate, his belly always felt impossibly full, as though there wasn’t enough room left inside him for food and the babies. He knew his overeating was only making the babies grow even more, making his belly even bigger. But he couldn’t help himself. He was hungry. He needed to feed a dozen babies, plus the additional batch of babies that Jake probably added recently.

Clothes didn’t represent a struggle anymore. It was a nightmare. Even the largest clothes Hayden had recently gotten no longer fit, the fabric straining against the ever-growing mass of his belly. His hips continued widening, and his ass ballooned by the day, his glutes growing rounder but covered by a thick layer of fat that made his butt look enormous. He resorted to wearing oversized t-shirts, hoodies, and sweatpants, though they fit him like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. The waistband of his pants would dick into his waist and hips, and his t-shirts barely covered the lower half of his belly, leaving the skin exposed to the cool air. People turned to look at him whenever he passed by them, but he ignored this and focused on surviving his daily tasks.

Moving around was a hard enough challenge in itself. Chores that had once been easy, like picking up things from the floor or reaching for items in cabinets, were now impossible for Hayden. Every movement felt like a monumental effort since his huge belly got in the way of everything. Sometimes, just getting out of bed in the morning was an ordeal. He felt like a helpless beached whale, but Hayden knew he had gotten himself into such trouble and now had to face the consequences.

The positive side of this all was that Jake was constantly by his side, always eager to help. His excitement never seemed to wane, his eyes lighting up every time he saw Hayden’s belly growing. Jake went with Hayden to his weekly doctor’s appointments, always by his side as they monitored the progress of the pregnancies. The doctor had stopped running ultrasounds to avoid finding more surprises, but keeping a close watch on Hayden’s growing body, measuring the size of his belly and ensuring that everything was progressing as it should. Funnily, Hayden already knew he had another batch of babies growing in his womb thanks to Jake’s intense fucking.

By the time Hayden reached 28 weeks pregnant with James’ sextuplets on April 21st, he was nearly unrecognizable from the guy he had been just a few months earlier. He weighed 326.4 pounds, his belly stuck out about 20 inches in front of him, and his entire body thickened considerably. His chest had grown heavier, his hips wider, and his arms and legs had filled out as his body adjusted to carry over a dozen babies. He was also pregnant with Marcus’ 20 weeks along twins, Tyler’s twelve weeks along twins, Connor’s eight weeks along twins, and likely another pair of twins from Jake, four weeks along.

That day, he sat in his dorm room, wearing nothing but a jockstrap, which was already too tight on him. The straps dug into his softened hips and ass, and the pouch could barely contain his plump balls and dick. His belly rested heavily on his lap, crushing his dick and balls beneath it, his skin stretched impossibly tight. He could feel the babies moving inside him, the sextuplets, and Marcus’ twins kicking in all directions. The kicks and rolls made his entire abdomen ripple with movement. His hands rested on the sides of his belly, feeling every twitch, every nudge from the lives growing inside him. He couldn’t help but smile as he realized they were all his kids, his babies.

He sighed deeply as his hands moved higher to cup his plump pecs, now so thick that they stuck about 6 inches from his ribcage. His skin was tender, a moan escaping his mouth as he caressed around his nipples. He had seen some videos about women’s breasts preparing for lactation, and he marveled because the transformation on his chest was more intense than anything he had since, very likely because he was a man. His nipples were already thick and engorged, darkened, and stretched just like the rest of him. For a brief moment, he remembered the videos he had seen of women breastfeeding their babies. He couldn’t help but smile as he imagined his many babies drinking the milk his body was already producing for them. It made him sight with delight, somewhat eager to experience such a tender moment.

He was lost in his own thoughts, rubbing his belly and pecs, when he heard a knock at the door. He groaned, struggling to shift his weight and get to his feet. He waddled slowly to the door, each step making his belly sway in front of him, his pecs bounced, and his fat ass jiggled. By the time he reached the door, he was panting slightly from the effort, his hand resting on his belly to support the weight. When he opened the door, he found Jake—and Connor.

Connor’s eyes widened when he saw Hayden, his mouth falling open in shock. He stared at Hayden’s massive belly, clearly taken aback by how much Hayden had grown. “Holy... Hayden, you’re huge. It’s only been a few weeks,” Connor blurted out, his eyes wide with disbelief. His gaze traveled from Hayden’s enormous belly to his swollen chest, taking in every inch of Hayden’s expanded body. Jake grinned, stepping forward to wrap his arm around Hayden’s waist.

Hayden blushed, feeling self-conscious under Connor’s gaze. “Hey, Connor. Yeah, I’ve gotten bigger.”

“Yeah, he’s been growing a lot,” Jake said proudly, his hand resting on the side of Hayden’s belly.

Connor blinked, still in shock. “I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten,” he muttered, his voice filled with awe.

Hayden smiled weakly, still catching his breath from the short walk to the door. “Yeah, it’s... been a lot,” he admitted, his hand instinctively resting atop his belly, feeling the babies move beneath his skin. “Actually, there’s something you should know,” he added, breathless.

Jake’s hand gently rubbed Hayden’s belly, his touch reassuring as he guided Hayden back into the room. “Come on,” Jake said softly. “Let’s get you comfortable again, and you can share the news with Connor.”

As they moved back into the room, Connor stared at Hayden in disbelief, clearly struggling to process how much his friend had grown since the last time he’d seen him. “How far along are you? You look as big as a planet.”

“I feel as big as a planet, but I have a lot more growing to do before these pregnancies are over,” Hayden said as Jake helped him lay comfortably in bed. “Thanks, Jake. I really appreciate this.” He caressed his huge belly as Jake leaned in to kiss the taut skin, with Connor standing close in shock.

Hayden took a deep breath and slowly explained to Connor about his extreme case of superfetation. For the first time, Hayden shared the whole story of how he had gotten pregnant in the first place and how he ended up carrying the babies of all the team members. Hayden said he hadn’t confirmed if Jake had knocked him up, but deep down, he knew he had. This comment made Jake’s eyes shine, making him lean in and repeatedly kiss the huge belly. Hayden was happy to finally open up about his encounters with the team members, including how hurt he was because James had been avoiding him even though he knew about the sextuplets. However, he understood that he distanced himself to avoid dealing with the feelings he used to have for James.

Jake and Connor stayed silent for a while, watching Hayden caress his belly, processing the information. Both guys couldn’t help but feel aroused at the sight. They knew Hayden had been dealing with a heavy burden and, except for Jake, the team hadn’t been helping a lot. However, as Hayden moved his hands to massage his plump pecs, groaning in discomfort, Jake and Connor exchanged knowing looks as they grinned.

“What is it? Is there something wrong?” Jake asked, getting right beside Hayden in bed.

“I feel like I’m about to burst, which isn’t new,” Hayden said, chuckling while caressing around his nipples. “I mean, my pecs feel so full. There’s this intense pressure within, and it won’t go away. But as I said, I’m used to that since that’s how my belly feels.”

Jake smiled, moving his hands to massage Hayden’s pecs, making him groan even more. “I think I know what’s happening. Let me help you.”

Connor grinned and lay on Hayden’s other side, kissing his forehead. Now that I know you’re carrying two of my babies, I should give you a hand or two,” he said as his hands moved to caress Hayden’s free pec to massage it.

“Oh, please. That feels so good,” Hayden whispered, closing his eyes to enjoy the attention. His breathing shortened as pleasure and bliss washed over his whole body, making him moan loudly while Jake and Connor caressed his pecs and nipples. “I love this, but I’m still so full I might burst.”

Conner and Jake grinned and looked into each other’s eyes, nodding in agreement. Both leaned their heads and locked their lips around Hayden’s nipples, passionately licking and sucking around them. Hayden’s whole body shivered in response. His eyes rolled into his skull as pleasure overwhelmed him. His nipples were so sensitive that Jake and Connor’s lips were making him feel so good that he couldn’t think clearly.

Hayden’s moans grew louder as he felt something changing within his pecs. They started feeling slightly less full, slightly less pressurized, but the pressure moved and intensified around his nipples. Then, he felt his nipples exploding, releasing what he felt were rivers of milk into Jake and Connor’s mouths. The sensation was soothing, making Hayden pant with delight while his friends continued sucking for a few more seconds.

“Wow! I knew this was the problem. Dairy cows always moo in discomfort when they need a milking,” Jake said, laughing as he released Hayden’s nipple, soon followed by Connor.

“Thanks, I guess,” Hayden said, chuckling at the comparison with a dairy cow. “I can’t deny I’m feeling a lot better. And I feel like a dairy cow so… thanks,” he added, laughing.

“We’re here to help,” Connor said, kissing Hayden’s forehead again and caressing his belly. “Actually, I think you’ll need a lot of extra hands, and I’m sure the team will happily jump in. They need to know about this,” Connor said, and Hayden froze.

He knew Connor was right, but Hayden didn’t feel ready to face James again and tell Marcus and Tyler about their babies, now adding the news about Connor’s batch and the babies Jake likely pumped into him. It was too much information, but he knew he had to tell them.

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