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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.

**

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.

****

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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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.

...

[mpregfan32]

I’m stupidly horny. So horny right now. I’m thinking about a severely overdue pregnant belly. SEVERELY overdue.

I’m not talking a little 42 weeks or 45 weeks. We aren’t in the 40s at all. Not the 60s or 70s.

I’m talking a solid year. Maybe more ~

Being so unnaturally pregnant, all because of labor suppressors. Someone just refuses to give birth. They refuse, so they take a-many pills – eating it like candy to keep the belly.

After 40 weeks, they never stop growing. Their body takes full advantage of the extra time; stretching, expanding, firming up, getting heftier. The chance of having a full mommy body comes to be. Whatever parts of them that was lean fattens up, clear skin gets riddled with stretch marks, and new pains come with the new weight gain.

Any space left inside is stifled and the babies grow bigger than necessary. This person is getting very big themselves. They get heavier and heavier, swell, outgrow what is the norms. They burden their already taxed body; thus their body begins to fight against them.

They have to up their dosage of suppressors to combat the sneak contractions that would appear ever now and then. Two pills a day turn to three. Then, four. Then, five. They take it multiple times a day even.

At some point, they feel the need to stop. They were carrying several pounds of baby ALONE. They feel like they aren’t growing a baby anymore; it feels like something else much larger.

And they are starting to lose some functions, such as the ability to walk. They had to stop at some point, too.

But maybe… Maybe here’s a curve ball ~

Maybe they have a partner who is obsessed with this pregnancy and needs them to keep growing? They force-feed them or maybe slip the suppressors into their overly pregnant partner’s foods. The pregnant one is getting awesomely full and overwhelmed. Walking hurts, kicking hurts, laying down a certain way hurt. Fuck, anything that touches them makes them feel like they are ready to fucking explode.

Even the gentle brush touch of a loving hand makes them what to cry and jump out of their stressed skin. They are just too full.

The suppressors slowly lose their effect and the contractions rear their ugly selves back. They are worse than ever as their body is desperate to evict the overgrown babies that were like parasites at this point. They come faster and much more intense than anything should be. At a record speed, a baby finds itself halfway down their birth canal, but their partner refuses to give up.

They switch drugs and up the dosage early. The contractions don’t stop but they lessen a little in intensity and the babies stop their descent.

The pregnant one genuinely looks fit to explode. No joke. Their whole belly is a bright red, marked with red but dark stretchmarks. Tears flow from their eyes, their breaths shallow and they can barely speak. They must give birth now. They can’t hold onto the babies anymore.

They use whatever sparse breaths they have to pitifully beg for the pregnancy to stop, but their partner keeps feeding them the suppressors, barely heeding them.

But luckily, at some point, they stop working. A full bottle becomes nothing now. The contractions mount one another viciously and the pregnant person, too far gone within their pain-induced trance, doesn’t even suspect the head trying to rip through their underwear.

[mpregfan32]

Big Daddy is lamenting how fat he is getting, but he cannot and will not stop eating. His food intake is out of control and he can’t help himself. Today he is housing hotdog after hotdog..realizing that his football dreams of going pro are no longer realistic. Big Daddy loves eating so much & can’t stop giving in to his cravings.

[mpregfan32]

Wrestling the Changes - Part 7

[Story Collection] | [Part 6] [●] [Part 8🔴]

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.

**

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.

...

[mpregfan32]

Heh. Love it. Love the idea of having a massive amount of babies myself and definitely love the idea of being having such a massive craving that I down a couple guys to sate the hunger.

Gladly make a meal out of you however. Wouldn’t be able to help myself. Sorry to be blunt

If you want to discuss this in DMs they’re always open 😝

[mpregfan32]

Thoughts on hyper pregnancy?

And how do you mix Mpreg and Vore?

I love hyper pregnancy! The more babies growing inside me the better honestly.

And when it comes to mixing them I don’t post about it really but I love the idea of pregnancy cravings being so intense that it drives me to swallow people whole to satiate the large brood inside me

[mpregfan32]

Enjoying mayternity as you should, being so beautifully full of life😍😍😍😍

Mmm you’re damn right I am! Can’t let this womb of mine be empty ever again!

[mpregfan32]

I’m just so unbelievably pregnant but I crave more 🥵

[mpregfan32]

“You’ve Done it This Time…Big Daddy’s Belly is About to Burst”

Big Daddy can’t control his appetite & you can’t control your eagerness to fill him up

[mpregfan32]

Wrestling the Changes - Part 6

[Story Collection] | [Part 5] [●] [Part 7🔴]

Hayden and Jake entered the doctor’s examination room together. Jake carefully helped Hayden navigate the room, offering a hand for support. Hayden’s belly was huge, and the rest of his body had thickened more during recent weeks, so Jake figured his pregnant friend needed some help to see where he was going. The sheer size of his round abdomen blocked part of Hayden’s sight, and his thickening pecs were also starting to get in the way. The growing pregnancy slowly left Hayden helpless, so Jake’s support made him feel great.

The doctor was looking down at some notes while they approached his desk. Hayden was nervous, rubbing his belly through the fabric of his hoodie while waddling, enjoying Jake’s support. Then, Jake carefully guided Hayden’s body to sit down, making the action slightly easier. Hayden never expected such sweetness from his friend and didn’t expect it to feel so good, but he loved Jake’s attention.

Then, once they were seated, the doctor kindly smiled at them, his eyes widening when he noticed Jake’s presence. “Hayden, it’s so good to see you again. And who’s this?” the doctor said, gesturing toward Jake with a curious eyebrow raised. “Maybe the lucky dad to be?”

Hayden chuckled and looked at Jake, who smiled back at him. “No, he’s not the dad. He’s just a friend. His name’s Jake.”

Jake nodded and reached to caress Hayden’s belly. “Well, maybe next time I’ll be the lucky dad, huh?” Jake laughed, and Hayden rolled his eyes. “Hey! You never know. You seem perfect to do this again. And we would make handsome babies together,” Jake said, his dick stirring in his pants at the sole idea of pumping a couple of kids into Hayden’s womb.

Hayden’s cheeks flushed, the heat rising quickly to his face. “No, no. I’m never doing this again,” he muttered. “Don’t listen to him, doctor. He’s here only for support,” Hayden affirmed. But despite the embarrassment, he couldn’t help but feel more at ease with Jake by his side. And he couldn’t deny Jake was handsome, so he knew they would make handsome babies together.

The doctor chuckled, nodding and understanding the situation, and got down to business. “Well, let’s take a look at how everything is progressing, Hayden. Your chart says you’ve gained 92 pounds, which is outstanding, even considering your unique situation. So, we’re going to need to check the changes in your body to make sure everything is on track with the pregnancy,” he said, gesturing for Hayden to remove his shirt.

Hayden hesitated for a second, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over him. He had always been proud of his body and even proud of his growing belly. But the idea of showing his body to Jake, even in this clinical setting, made him self-conscious. His belly was enormous now, round and firm, with his once-toned body thickened from the pregnancy. His chest had become fuller and softer, and his hips had widened. His entire body looked and felt very different.

Hayden looked at Jake, who was frozen, his eyes wide, evidently excited. Hayden slowly rose to his feet with a shy smile and a deep breath and pulled off his shirt, revealing the full swell of his pregnant belly. His skin was smooth and taut, his belly button close to popping out. Jake’s eyes widened in awe, and Hayden could see the admiration in his expression.

“Wow,” Jake breathed, clearly excited. “Hayden, you look amazing.”

Hayden blushed harder, but a small smile tugged at his lips. Jake’s compliment made him feel a little less self-conscious. “Thanks. At least you think so,” he said, standing in the middle of the room, his torso fully exposed.

The doctor approached, slowly reaching out to gently press his hands against Hayden’s belly, examining its firmness and shape. “Your belly looks perfect,” the doctor said, his fingers tracing over the stretched skin. He pressed lightly in different areas, feeling for the positioning of the babies inside. The babies turned and kicked in response, forming several large bulges over the surface. “The babies are very active, and that’s always a good sign. How does it feel? Does it hurt?”

“Sometimes they kick hard and leave me breathless, but it’s not painful. It’s only weird,” Hayden said, closing his eyes and focusing on the gentle movements within and the doctor’s gentle touch. His belly felt alive with kicks and rolls, each touch from the doctor making him more aware of how full he was of life. The doctor carefully massaged some spots to help the babies settle down, and Hayden’s discomfort was still there due to the sheer number of babies he carried and their outstanding size. “Sometimes I feel like they’ll make me burst, but at the same time, it’s cool because I know they’re strong.”

“Just like you. These babies will surely be great wrestlers just like their daddy,” Jake said, making Hayden smile at the idea of his babies following in his footsteps.

The doctor then moved his hands toward Hayden’s chest to check on it because it already looked softer and rounder. Hayden tensed slightly as the doctor palpated his now-sensitive pecs. “You seem to be preparing for lactation already. That’s remarkable,” the doctor noted, his voice evidencing his awe. “Your body’s getting ready to produce milk, which is a bit early, but given your unique situation, we don’t know what to expect.”

Hayden’s breath caught as the doctor touched his chest—it was unbelievably sensitive, and even the slightest pressure sent shivers through him. His nipples, which had darkened and grown slightly more pronounced, tingled under the examination. He bit his lip, trying not to react too much, feeling somewhat embarrassed with Jake watching but strangely comforted. However, he couldn’t hold back a soft moan of relief when the doctor rubbed around his nipples to see his reaction.

Jake, meanwhile, was fascinated. His eyes darted between the doctor and Hayden’s chest. “I didn’t know that happened so soon,” Jake murmured, evidently amazed. “Well, I didn’t know a man could lactate at all,” he said. Hayden could tell his friend was genuinely stunned by the changes, not judgmental or uncomfortable.

The doctor nodded and continued the examination, moving his hands lower. “The widening of your hips is also on track,” he explained, shifting his hands to Hayden’s hips. “Your body’s making room for the delivery, which, given the number of babies, is to be expected.” He glanced up at Hayden with a warm smile. “Everything looks perfect.”

Jake’s excitement bubbled up again. “That’s incredible, man. Your body is doing this to get ready—it’s amazing.” There was awe in his voice, making Hayden’s heart warm, the earlier nerves dissipating under Jake’s supportive comments.

“Okay, now it’s time for an ultrasound. It’s always important to check on the inside to ensure everything is okay,” the doctor said, moving away from Hayden. “Hayden, get on the bed on the corner. You already know the procedure.”

Hayden groaned slightly, knowing it was going to be difficult to climb onto the examination bed with his belly so large now. However, as soon as the doctor finished his sentence, Jake stepped forward, gently taking Hayden’s hand to help him waddle to the bed and carefully helping him climb into it.

“Easy, easy,” Jake said softly, his hand firm and steady as he guided Hayden to lie down. Hayden’s heart fluttered with gratitude at Jake’s caring manner. The warmth of his hand and the softness in his voice made Hayden smile despite the effort to position himself on the bed. “You good?”

“Yeah. Thanks, buddy.” Hayden whispered, feeling a surge of affection for Jake. He settled onto the bed, his massive belly rising like a hill before him. Jake stood by his side, holding his hand as the doctor prepared the ultrasound machine.

The doctor approached again and spread the cool gel across Hayden’s belly. Jake observed in awe as the doctor began to move the ultrasound wand over the taut surface of Hayden’s belly, searching for the babies. The screen flickered to life, showing the shapes of the sextuplets, their tiny forms clearly visible. Jake’s mouth dropped in awe, finally confirming it was all true. He knew Hayden was telling the truth from the beginning, but having the proof before his eyes made things more real. Hayden was indeed pregnant.

“Here are the sextuplets, looking perfect,” the doctor said. “They’re slightly larger than average for 24 weeks, which is remarkable for a multiple pregnancy like this, but given your own size, it makes sense.”

Hayden let out a small sigh of relief, squeezing Jake’s hand as they both looked at the screen, watching the movement of the babies inside him. He felt the kicks in real-time, aligning with the images on the screen, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you know if they’re boys or girls?” Jake asked, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“We don’t know yet. But we can find out right now. During the last ultrasound, the babies’ position didn’t allow me to see, but let’s check,” the doctor said as he moved the wand over Hayden’s belly. “Okay, here’s one boy—a big boy if you ask me. They seem to be all in one amniotic sac, so it’s very likely the others are boys. Yeah, You got six baby boys in there. Congratulations,” the doctor expressed, and Hayden’s face lit up with joy.

“Wow. You have a whole wrestling team in there. Amazing,” Jake said, smiling at Hayden, who couldn’t help but chuckle. He loved how sweet and calm Jake was about this.

Then, the doctor moved the wand lower across Hayden’s belly, slightly frowning. “Hmm, wait a minute,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the screen. He focused on a different section of Hayden’s belly, his expression confused.

“What is it?” Hayden asked, his heart skipping a beat.

“I’m checking on the set of twins,” the doctor responded, still looking at the screen. “But they look small. Smaller than the last time you came. Considering their size, I’d say they’re around eight weeks, which is impossible because they should be 16 weeks along.”

“What does that mean? Is there something wrong with them?” Hayden asked, worried about his other two babies.

“Wait, twins? What are you talking about?” Jake asked, glancing between Hayden and the doctor.

Hayden swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m carrying... an additional set of twins. They were conceived eight weeks after the sextuplets.”

Jake blinked, trying to process the information. “Wait... so there are more babies? Are you pregnant with eight babies? Wow!”

“I don’t think that’s accurate anymore,” the doctor explained, his eyes widened as he moved the wand again, searching through the ultrasound. “You see, the set of twins I just mentioned is another set. I’ve found the 16-week-along twins as well; they look perfectly healthy for their stage.”

“WHAT?!” Hayden and Jake shouted simultaneously.

“There’s a second set of twins. I can’t even begin to explain how rare this is. But, wait,” the doctor continued to move the wand, his face turning even paler, and Hayden felt the blood drain from his face. “There’s a third set of twins, only four weeks along.”

Hayden could barely comprehend what was happening, but deep inside, he knew the events that caused all of it. He realized he was carrying James’ 24-week-along sextuplets, Marcus’ 16-week-along twins, Tyler’s 8-week-along twins, and now Connor’s 4-week-along twins. The room fell into stunned silence. Jake was in shock, Hayden frozen, and the doctor was evidently concerned.

The doctor finally spoke, his voice gentle but firm. “Hayden, this is... a lot. You’re going to have to think about your options and priorities. This pregnancy is getting out of hand, and I really don’t know how to handle this. You have 12 babies developing in your womb, in four different stages, and I really don’t know if your body can handle this.”

Hayden was speechless, his mind racing as he stared at the ultrasound screen, unable to process what was happening. 12 babies. That wasn’t supposed to be possible. Any of this wasn’t supposed to be happening to him. He was about to cry when he felt Jake squeeze his hand tighter, and when he looked over at him, Jake’s smile looked so warm and sweet that Hayden’s fears faded.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” Jake said softly. “Remember what we said when you joined the team. If you get in trouble, we all get in trouble. You’re not alone in this, Hayden.”

Hayden felt tears welling up in his eyes, but they weren’t from fear or confusion. He nodded, squeezing Jake’s hand back, a small smile creeping across his face despite the shock. “Thank you,” he whispered, feeling somehow confident due to Jake’s presence.

As the doctor wiped the gel from Hayden’s belly, Jake stayed by his side, offering silent support. The situation was overwhelming, but Hayden couldn’t help but love his babies already. He couldn’t help but feel attached to them already.

**

As Hayden and Jake left the doctor’s office, the weight of the news still hung between them, as heavy as the weight Hayden carried around his middle. The implications of carrying eight babies had been difficult to process for Hayden, but thinking about a dozen babies was a whole different level. His belly was large, and he understood that he was far from being done growing. His steps were more careful now, still processing everything, but Jake was by his side, offering a steady hand.

“Here, let me help you,” Jake softly said while they walked down the street, his hand strong as he gently placed it on the small of Hayden’s back. He held out his other hand, his fingers outstretched, waiting for Hayden to take it.

Hayden’s heart fluttered, and he couldn’t help but smile at how protective Jake was. He accepted Jake’s hand, squeezing it lightly. “Thanks so much. I’m not that helpless, but I appreciate this,” he said as Jake walked beside him, his pace slow, matching Hayden’s unsteady steps as they made their way to Hayden’s room.

“Take it easy,” Jake murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you.”

The words sent a ripple of warmth through Hayden. He glanced at Jake, marveling at how sweet and attentive he was. Every time Hayden felt like he might lose his balance or take a wrong step, Jake was there to catch him, guiding him with gentle touches. Hayden couldn’t stop looking at him. Something about Jake’s unwavering care made Hayden’s heart swell. His huge belly shifted with each step, the weight of the growing babies making his muscles ache, but Jake’s help made it all feel bearable.

“You know, I need to tell you something,” Hayden said softly, glancing down at his swollen belly. He hesitated, feeling the words get caught in his throat. But Jake’s steady hand on his own gave him the courage to speak. “Marcus, Tyler, and Connor... they’re the other dads of each of the additional twins.”

Jake paused, his eyes widening in surprise, but then he smiled warmly, his hand shifting to Hayden’s belly. He rubbed gentle circles across the taut surface, his fingers brushing against the firm swell where Hayden carried the three sets of twins and the sextuplets. “That’s... wow, Hayden,” Jake chuckled softly. “You’re growing a whole wrestling team in there.”

Hayden laughed, the sound a little breathless as the movement of the babies inside him stirred with Jake’s touch. “It feels like it,” he said, resting a hand over Jake’s. “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to carry all of them.”

Jake’s gaze softened as he looked at Hayden. “You’re doing amazing,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “I mean, look at you. You’re handling all of this like a champ.”

By the time they reached Hayden’s dorm, Hayden was exhausted, his body aching from walking with such a heavy burden. Jake opened the door for him and helped him inside. 

“Let’s get you comfortable,” Jake said, smiling at Hayden. He guided his pregnant friend to the edge of the bed, his hands gentle as he helped him sit down. Hayden’s breath hitched as he felt the relief of taking the weight off his feet.

“You don’t need to do this,” Hayden said, looking up at Jake’s smiley face.

Jake kneeled in front of him, his fingers moving to untie Hayden’s shoes. “I got this. I want to do this. You deserve to relax,” he said softly, carefully slipping each shoe off with tender precision. Jake was treating him like he was something precious, something fragile. And it made Hayden feel special in a way he hadn’t before.

After the shoes, Jake slowly helped Hayden remove his hoodie, his hands brushing softly against Hayden’s skin as he lifted the fabric over his head. Then, he moved to Hayden’s pants, being extra careful as he pulled them down, making sure not to jostle Hayden too much. Every movement was delicate, and Hayden loved it. Jake finally removed Hayden’s jockstrap, which was too small for him already. The pouch looked ready to burst, and the waistband dug into his skin; he was about to outgrow them.

Then, Jake helped Hayden lean back onto the bed, the pressure on his lower back easing as he sank into the mattress, a soft groan escaping his lips. Jake helped him adjust on the mattress, guiding him into a comfortable position, his large belly looking like a mountain, heaving with each breath.

“You okay?” Jake asked, sitting beside him now, his hand immediately finding its way to Hayden’s belly again.

Hayden nodded, though the constant movement of the babies made it hard to relax. The sensation of the sextuplets shifting and kicking inside him was overwhelming. His belly felt alive, a constant reminder of how many lives he was carrying. He then realized that soon he would have twelve babies moving all the time inside him.

Jake noticed Hayden’s discomfort and began to caress his belly, his fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. “Does that help?” Jake asked, a warm smile adorning his face.

Hayden sighed softly, nodding. “Yeah... they’re just so active right now. I can feel them moving all the time. They make me feel ready to burst.”

Jake smiled, continuing his gentle rubbing. “You look great like this, and I meant it when I said I’d love to have kids with you,” he said, his voice tender. “I mean... maybe not six like you and James, but... you know.”

Hayden’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked over at Jake, his eyes wide. The sincerity in Jake’s voice made Hayden’s chest tighten with emotion. He hadn’t expected Jake to say something like that, but hearing it filled him with emotions he hadn’t realized he was missing. Jake smiled softly, then leaned down and kissed Hayden’s belly, his lips brushing the stretched skin with such tenderness that it made Hayden shiver. The babies seemed to respond, their movements slowing as if calmed by Jake’s presence.

“I’d love that too,” Hayden whispered, his voice barely audible as he watched Jake kiss his belly with such love.

And then, without thinking, Hayden reached up and pulled Jake into a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and full of the affection that had been building between them over the past few hours. Jake froze for a moment, clearly surprised, but then he melted into it, his hand still resting on Hayden’s belly as he kissed him back.

When they pulled apart, Jake looked at Hayden with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft and full of wonder. “I mean, you’re already so pregnant...”

Hayden smiled, his cheeks flushing. He nodded, his hand resting over Jake’s, still pressed to his belly. “I’m sure,” he whispered. “I’d love to carry your kids. If I can get pregnant even while pregnant, I’m willing to add a few more babies to the crowd if they’re yours,” Hayden said, slowly spreading his legs to invite Jake for a fuck.

Jake’s face broke into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling excitedly. He leaned down again, pressing another soft kiss to Hayden’s belly. Jake didn’t hesitate, immediately undressing and positioning himself between Hayden’s legs. He didn’t know if he could add a fifth batch of babies to Hayden’s belly, but he was eager to try.

...

[mpregfan32]

(this one is graphic/slightly messed up story about a middle aged man meeting the dad and son from across the street. a tale as old as time!)

It had been two days since Carl swallowed his neighbors kid… Greg might’ve been his name. The teen just looked too good working on his car outside, all shirtless and tan, and Carl just couldn’t help himself. He had enjoyed playing with the kid over the past couple days, jerking himself off to his whimpers and weak squirms, telling him about how long he had been waiting to do this. He even belched up the kids musky taste a couple times, making him bust almost immediately. And there he was, laying in his post-nut haze, his gut sprawled across his lap as it churned the twitching boy inside.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

A sudden knocking awoke the man, and the young boy in his gut. A glimpse of hope struck the boy as he began thrashing again, his muffled cries for help making Carl hard again. There was another series of louder knocks before Carl heard the words…

“Carl ..” It was his neighbor, Don Lannister—the father of the boy currently dying in Carl’s potgut.

Carl panicked as the boy began writhing in his gut, his squirms hitting a fever pitch as Carl felt his hoarse screams echo within his gut. There was a loud gurgle as the teen’s thrashing began a chain reaction, the stomach suddenly kicking into high gear. Sizzling acids sprayed the boy as a loud gurgling began to travel down Carl’s intestines. There was another politely passively aggressive series of knock just as the rumbling gurgle reached its destination.

His puckered hole suddenly belched a disgustingly wretched blast of air: some mix of rotten meat and the unforgettable stench of digesting boy. Carl came immediately. The teen thrashed even harder before the abdominal muscles suddenly clenched down on him, holding him in place before…

°*KKRUNCHH*°

His left arm shattered as the boy wailed even louder. Carl heard the young boy’s hollering kick back up and was instantly erect for the tenth time today.

“God what is that smell,” Don complained as he pounded on the door once more. Carl quickly sprung into action, quietly pulling himself off the couch with 165lbs of teen in his gut. He waddled to the nearest hiding spot, which happened to be his laundry room. He knew the boy was still mostly in tact in his gut, and could very easily be released from his gastric prison—but Carl quickly came up with a morbid solution. He shoved his gut against the washing machine, heading the teen call out for his father to save him.

“You’re daddy ain’t gonna stop you from getting crunched, boy,” Carl said in a low voice as he pressed his weight into the laundry machine. The boy began to shake and scream as he felt the ungive surface begin to squeeze the air out of him. A loud groan rumbled beneath the surface of his gut as the boy let out a final shrill holler.

*CRACKKCKK* *CCRUNCCH* *SQWUISHH*

The boy’s body was horrifyingly compacted in Carl’s gut as the acidic gurgling worked its way up his throat. A titanic belch forced its way out of his mouth as the last of the boy’s stale air worked its way up. While all this was happening, Carl felt himself paint the underside of his gut and the door to the washing machine with another load, filling the air with his potent musk—an odd mix of onion, meaty BO, and your grandfather’s old leather armchair…

Carl shamelessly panted as he leaned with all his weight on the washing machine, dying as he tried to catch his breath after such a feat. He wiped the sweat off his brow before he glanced over at the doorway, Don Lannister staring in awe for God knows how long. Carl’s eyes trailed down the startled man’s body, stopping right at the crotch…

His khakis bulging with a taboo excitement~

[mpregfan32]

Like Girls Do [Chapter 1]

Kyle may be an alpha gym bro Chad, but he harbors a dark secret: he loves pregnant bellies and wants to have one of his own. Inspired by a very pregnant streamer and after a clandestine encounter while his girlfriend is out of town, Kyle may very well get what he wants.

Contains: male pregnancy (mpreg), belly expansion, light feedism, weight gain, humiliation, breast growth, lactation, m/m, m/f

Kyle’s hips bucked, his thrusting as steady and rhythmic as a well-oiled machine. His fist clenched around the thick tangle of his girlfriend’s hair, the strands pulled into a long ponytail from her scalp to his closed grasp. She squealed and chirped with each powerful thrust, her eyes wide and her cheek shifting forward and back on the mattress as she endured the thickness spreading her repeatedly from behind. 

 His palm collided with her ass check, a sharp crack snapping through the room. 

 “Tell me you want it,” he commanded, his voice thick and rough with his impending orgasm. 

 Katie mewled, her dainty fingers curling on the bed sheets, her eyes practically rolling as the meaty tip of her boyfriend’s cock pounded against the puckered ring of her cervix. 

 “Give it to me, Daddy!” she moaned obediently. “This pussy is all yours!” 

The sound of it was enough to make Kyle’s balls tighten. His cock swelled, his rod full to bursting, precum spurting against Katie’s inner walls like a pipe about to blow. 

 “Gonna cum,” he grunted, the speed of his thrusts doubling, the grip on her hair tightening, his girlfriend’s head jerking back below him. 

Kyle rode through his orgasm, his load filling the woman beneath him, coating his cock and gushing out of the stretched slit of her pussy. Katie wailed, the noise whining and whorish, her internal muscles squeezing and releasing into a milking motion around him, her body guzzling down the alpha seed he was dumping into her. 

As he pleasure descended, his pumping slowed, his hips rocking long and deep, his deep voice groaning out a low “Yeah...yeah…” in an almost victorious rhythm. 

Katie did her part, maintaining the dramatic arch of her back even through the prolonged finish until her man finally withdrew from her, a thick spurt of creamy spunk seeping out of her hole. 

She purred, her voice drippy with lust, “Oooh, good job, baby, you really fucked my little pussy up.” 

He gave her ass another little light smack, his cock still huge and long between his legs, the member gleaming with both of their fluids. Katie responded with a playful wriggle of her hips. 

 “Sure did,” he replied, taking a towel from the nightstand and cleaning himself off. “Did you cum?” 

His girlfriend was already out of position and running a brush through her long blonde hair. She took a black scrunchie from the top of her dresser pulled her mane through it, watching herself in the mirror of her vanity. 

 “No,” she answered. “But it’s whatever. You know I love to get you off, baby.” 

Kyle enjoyed his post-orgasm glow as he watched her pull on a powder blue tank top and step into a pair of black spandex shorts. Her movements were quick and clean and lean, just like her. 

 “Headed to the gym?” he asked. 

 “You know it. It’s leg day.” 

The comment drew his attention to her lower body. Katie’s legs were slender but strong, shaven, and glowing. Their gym had a tanning salon complimentary with their membership and Katie had been making great use of it-- for $100 a month she was going to get her money’s worth. 

Stepping into her tennis shoes, the blonde turned and checked out her ass in the full-length mirror beside their closet. Kyle got a good look, too. Her cheeks were thick and juicy, a testament to her years of hard work. It was pointless to lie and say that he first noticed her for her personality. He was on the treadmill and she was on the squat rack directly in front of him, her fat cheeks bobbing up and down in a private show. He had practically bust out of his shorts then and there. 

That was 3 years ago. Now he just bust in her, whenever he wanted. They both liked it that way. Katie would never have submitted to a guy weaker than him. Physically, he was commanding, and just as importantly he walked the walk. He actually had the ability to put Katie in her place. No other man had been able to do that. She liked the discipline, and he did too. 

 “Alright, babe,” he said, slinging her pink gym bag over her shoulder. She pranced over to the bed and gave him a peck on the cheek. “See you in a bit. Love you.” 

 “Love you, too,” he answered, his hands clasped behind his reclined head, his muscular arms splayed out beside him. 

Kyle listened to the dull sounds of her footsteps on the hardwood floor of the kitchen, the jingle of her keys, then the slam and lock of the door. He waited a few moments, listening for the potential sound of her returning for a forgotten item, then grabbed his phone off the beside table. 

The man’s prick had only softened partway and began to perk up again, Pavlovian, as he opened his internet browser. He clicked into his hidden setting and typed in a familiar URL, his free hand already fondling his re-hardening erection. The web page opened and before his eyes flashes the images he’d been hungering for. 

Bellies. Big ones. 

Kyle’s large hand slid around his tip, his member still sticky with his and his girlfriend’s drying fluids. Blood was rushing into his cock already at the sight of the engorged and distended middles on the screen. 

The heavy, pregnant bellies on the women were mostly real, with only a few of them being retouched to appear a bit larger, but the one’s on the men were, of course, all fake. He scrolled a bit, perusing the digital menu for a satisfactory model, passing by a brunette woman caressing a stretched mound holding nearly full-term twins, a twinkish guy with a ‘first trimester’ bulge, and a woman supposedly carrying triplets. Her breasts were painfully engorged, blue veins crawling from her nipples across the flushed expanse of her tits. Her belly was scarred with stretch marks, her womb jutting out so far from her abdomen that her skin visibly strained to contain it. He could believe that there were three in there. His hand moved on his cock, his tip already seeping again as he imagined the feeling of having his abdomen so heavy, full, and tight with babies. 

That was really the key. It wasn’t enough to impregnate-- Kyle wanted to be pregnant. 

He was a big guy, and strong. Very strong. He could have carried a big pregnancy, if it had been possible. As he looked at the pregnant models, he imagined his muscular, defined core melting away into a rounded, bulging middle, the weight of the child (or children) inside him forcing his gut outward, the size of them making their movements visible through his flesh, feet and heads pushing out of him as he struggled to waddle even short distanced. 

The motion of his hand picked up, his testicles high and tight against his body. 

He scrolled down the dashboard of images, coming across a strong masculine guy, almost like himself, cradling the underside of a cumbersome womb. It was definitely photoshopped, but he didn’t care. The man’s belly was tight, his navel stretched into a thin vertical slit on the far end of his mound, the natural hair of his abdomen spread thin across the surface of his skin from how far his gut had expanded. The man’s chest was engorged, his dark nipples thickened, milk rushing into the usually flat plane of flesh as his body prepared to feed the large child inside him. 

Bigger and bigger. Fuck the gym. Fuck his diet. Kyle imagined himself lying reclined on his bed, rubbing both hands over his huge, hard belly as kicks ravaged him from the inside, his belly button jutting outward as a foot distended him from within. 

Cream spurted from the end of his cock, splattering over his fingers. His eyes crossed, his mouth pulled compulsively into a tight O, his moan long and lewd and nothing like the hyper-masculine performance he had just put on for his girlfriend minutes before. 

 “Get me pregnant, impregnate me,” he whined, pumping himself frantically as he jerked his hips through his orgasm. “I wanna feel the baby, I wanna be big!” 

It didn’t matter that he’d only just cum, his load was huge. It always was when he was looking at his favorite material. Normal sex was great, but nothing pushed his buttons like imagining himself swollen and struggling with a fat, baby-filled belly. 

As he began to downward descent of his pleasure, Kyle’s stroking slowed. His entire lap was covered in cum, his fist sticky with it, even a few fat, rogue drops sticking to his chest hair. A few final twangs of pleasure plucked through his cock before he was immediately blanketed in shameful urgency, cleaning himself up and clearing his browser history, then double checking just to be sure. There was no way anyone could know about this, especially not his female apex predator of a girlfriend. 

After two consecutive orgasms Kyle was juiced up. He felt a rush from his head to his toes. Post-nut shame lurked menacingly in his gut like a huge ugly spider but he shoved it down, looked away from it, and went to the gym instead. 

Katie had already hit a steady pace on the treadmill, her favorite warm up, when he got there. As much as he’d steered her in the right direction with lifting she would always be a cardio bunny and Pilates princess at heart. He hopped on the machine next to her and gave a short wave to get her attention. The blonde pulled her Air Pods from her ears but didn’t stop jogging. 

 “Come to spy on me, Coach?” she asked, her voice barely indicating her effort in spite of her pace. 

Kyle pressed the upwards arrow on the machine a few times and began a steady walk forward. 

 “Thought I’d get another pump on,” he answered, shooting her a flirty wink. His girlfriend smiled despite herself. 

 “Works out anyway,” she said, “I forgot to tell you earlier, but I have to go Chicago this weekend.” 

 “Eh? What for?” 

There was a sheen of sweat over his girlfriend’s face and arms, making her bronzed skin gleam like the flawless plastic of a Barbie doll. Her body had not a single ounce of extra fat on it, the whole thing tight and trim and firm without a lump or bump to jiggle as she ran. She turned the speed of the treadmill up a few points. 

She said, “My sister has this stupid thing she needs me to go to and I owe her one. I leave Friday after work but I’ll be home Sunday morning. I’m not staying any longer than I have to.” 

Kyle bumped his speed up so that he was at a slow jog, the rotating belt humming mechanically underneath him. The weight of his body thumped heavily with each step. 

 “Sucks for you,” he said. 

She scoffed, “Tell me about it.” 

The man on the screen circled his palms around his distended belly-- his womb. Kyle watched the motion, hypnotized. Periodically, small indents and bulges appeared on the surface of his skin, little limbs pushing out and making the man exhale softly from the sensation.

These edits are getting really real looking, he thought as he fondled himself below his desk. 

There were a decent amount of other people in the stream, a few of them typing horny comments into the chat with a notification popping up with a congratulatory ding! whenever someone paid the guy a new tip. 

 “Thank you, donor,” the man purred, smiling as he rubbed and held his heavy mound. 

Kyle had only ever looked at pictures of his fetish before, he’d never seen a stream of it. He wondered how the man was faking his pregnancy, it looked so real, especially with all the kicks and movement.

The man on camera was reclining on his side so that his stuffed gut jutted out in front of him, his deep belly button hanging down to the bottom corner of the screen. His belly jerked again, the mass shifting to the side, and the man moaned in a way that to Kyle was indiscernible from pain or pleasure.

 “God, they’re really active tonight,” the model cooed, his hand drifting down from his navel to his prick, the presumably rigid member concealed by the size of his pendulous gut.

Kyle’s own cock was throbbing, as hard as stone and leaking into his underwear. He smeared the viscous fluid over the slit with his thumb before giving the length a long, slow stroke. His hips bucked compulsively and a moan brewed warmly behind his lips as the man’s belly trembled with movement again. 

With his free hand he typed, How many are in there?

With a smile, the model answered aloud, “Twins. I got knocked up really good.”

The speed of his hand increased at the thought of it. Two babies. Inside him. Moving and kicking around, squirming against each other. And he’d be so big. His belly would run out of room and become lopsided with how they were crammed inside him. 

Pre-cum spurted onto his hand, thick and sticky and swirled with white. It must have been so hard to move with all that baby inside him. Kyle loved the idea of being weighed down with baby, immobilized by it, his great strength overcome by the weight of his own body. 

Are u really pregnant? he typed into the chat box, too horny to even feel silly asking.

The model cupped under his mound, lifting the baby-filled mass, his fingertips sinking in to the plush cushion of fat that coated his distended womb.

He laughed, his smile blaring white on the dim, low-resolution image of the webcam. 

 “Very pregnant, Anon,” he said. 

Are u trans? Kyle’s genuine curiosity and his arousal were unifying now, twin currents of energy swirling around each other and tangling like wrestling snakes.

The guy laughed again, the sound surprisingly earnest. 

 “No, I’m not trans,” he said. “Just very, very lucky.”

Whether this guy was role playing or just straight up delusional Kyle didn’t know, and he didn’t have the brainpower to figure it out. The man on the screen clutched his huge belly with both hands, jiggling it, his head tilting back as he moaned into the air.

 “So fucking big,” he mewled. “And they just keep getting bigger. These babies are stretching me out!”

The twins churned visibly inside him, their limbs forming irregular shifting protrusions on his strained gut, his flesh warping. Kyle’s prick throbbed in his hand, pulsing hard against his grasp, pleasure spearing through his slit as his approaching orgasm clenched rapidly in his pelvis.

A bulge appeared below the man’s navel, jutting out so far that Kyle could make out the distinct imprints of the baby’s foot, its toes, the skin tenting, and with a grunt of surprise and ecstasy he came.

Before the last drop was even out of his body, Kyle had slammed his laptop shut and was panting in the dark. 

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[mpregfan32]

This is so insanely hot! I’d be very interested in roleplaying this with anyone 🥵

It took a long time to acquire and it wasn't cheap (the price of your dignity notwithstanding), but finally you have it. Inside the 55 gallon drum is your liquid prize: a single drop of seed from a colossal monster. And you're going to inseminate yourself with it, consequences be damned~

I wasn't a quitter! And city sized monster be damned I was going to have his baby! It would do humanity good anyway what with him rampaging during what would be mating season. So I was taking one for humanity! I'm doing this for no other reasons at all! Totally... with that in mind I actually got permission from a local monster breeding ranch to use their artifical insemination room since I was doing this for the good of humanity and all that. So they hooked me to the biggest breeder bench they had with a hole in the middle for any belly growth and get a tube pushed right against my cervix. With that they start pumping that gallon drum directly into my unsuspecting womb while I can barely keep still from anticipation.

The first pump already has me shaking against the breeder bar I'm gripping. The second happens and I can feel my womb is already full and forced to stretch further when the third pump happens. The longer it pumps kaiju cum into my hole the further my belly starts to slowly push out. Eventually hot raw pleasure shoots right up my spine and I arch, my chest sprays milk and I can only laugh when I realize I definitely just got pregnant from that last pump. And more and more thick monster spunk is only further dumped into my womb.

I'm huffing and taunt unable to tell when the groan addicting session of being bred further will happen again. I'm caught off guard everytime it happens and arching hard against the pump thats still stuffing my hole full. My belly groans and gurgles as my cum drowning womb is unable to do anything else but complain about the weight I'm forcing it to take and be bred by. My belly only grows heavier and heavier as it's spread wider by whats growing under it. My belly had long passed the expected sight of an expecting pregnancy look. I'd passed a quad carrying womb five minutes ago!

By the time the machine makes the noise that it's done pumping the cum drum. My new cum drum that's my belly is swaying softly where it's barely still suspended in the air. The bottom of my fat popped belly button almost brushing up against the floor. I looked like I'd somehow swallowed a full sized exercise ball. But even that wouldn't compare with how taunt my belly was against gravity. You could clearly see how heavy the semen stuffed into me was. The gravid weight of my middle dragging down badly wanting to rest on something.

I'm a cum drunk mess. Long having lost count of how many times I came to the feeling of getting pregnant. I had no idea how many times this monster spunk made me a father again and again! My belly groaned and the movement of the cum sloshing in my belly made me laugh. Guess I'll just have to wait and see how many I'm carrying... ha.

[mpregfan32]

Up & Down - Part 5

[Story Collection] | [Part 4] [●] [Part 6🔴]

While I searched for Spencer’s suits in our closet, he stood in front of the mirror, his breath shallow as he took in the sight of his naked body. He did that almost every morning, and I couldn’t blame him; his belly had grown beyond anything we could’ve imagined, and he still had another 20 weeks to go before the birth of the octuplets. His abdomen was a round dome, which he loved to caress, feeling the tightness of his skin and the firmness of the babies nestled inside. I could only smile while I stared at him.

“Is this really happening?” He softly said, his voice barely a whisper, but I could hear him.

I approached from behind and wrapped my arms around his thick midsection, caressing the sides of his taut belly as his big butt pushed against my front. “What do you mean? Do you want to know if you’re really pregnant? I think your belly is the proof that you are really pregnant. You want to know if we’re really getting married? The ring on your finger is proof that we’re really getting married. Do you want to know if I love you? Big guy, my whole self belongs to you.”

He took my hands and pushed them tight against his belly. “Fuck! Where do you get those lines?” He turned around to face me, his belly bumping against my side, and I saw tears running down his cheeks like rivers, a broad smile adorning his face. “I know it’s all real; it’s only... too good to be real.”

“Well, you’re too good to be real, and even then, here you are,” I said, winking at him and caressing his massive pecs.

He chuckled, and more tears ran down his face. “Stop it, or you’ll make my mood go from sweet to horny. Fuck! You’re too sweet.”

I laughed and leaned in to kiss his belly. “Let’s save that for our wedding night. Now, it’s time to squeeze you into your suit so I can officially claim you as mine,” I said, grinning.

“Oh, come on. So, you’ll claim me as yours? Have you seen me? Owen, I’m the big guy in this relationship. The bigger always dominates the smaller,” he said with a playful tone, streaking a double bicep pose that he knew I loved.

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Olympia. I’m not quite sure. Remember who’s carrying whose babies,” I said as I brought up his navy blue suit.

“First, I know it’s me who’s pregnant; believe me, I know. But still, the belly only makes me even bigger,” Spencer winked at me and flexed his biceps again. “And second, I don’t think this suit will fit me. Have you seen me? I’m a whale,” he said, looking down at his belly.

“Yeah, a huge whale, for sure. But you don’t need to close the buttons. We only need a shirt that’s big enough to cover your body, and you’ll leave the jacket open,” I said, handing Spencer the suit as I went back to the closet.

“And where will you find a shi—” He started saying, but I pulled a massive new white shirt out of the closet.

“A shirt that fits you? I bought this because I knew you would never decline my proposal.” I smiled, approaching. “We’ll make it work, Spence. You’ll look incredible. You already do.”

Spencer gave me a doubtful look but couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, but I’ll need your help. Considering I’m the one carrying the babies, the dad should help the daddy get dressed,” he said, and I nodded. I knew he was scared about everything, so I always tried to make him feel better, even when he was entering the beached whale territory.

“It’ll be my honor, soon-to-be husband,” I said.

I looked for a pair of briefs and helped Spencer put them on. His underwear was tight, clinging to his thickened thighs and ass, which had grown fatter and rounder during the last few months. I gently lifted the waistband to get it over his hips and butt and then playfully slapped his big ass. He chuckled and pushed his hips backward to tease me.

“You said: save it for later, right?” He said, swaying his hips so sensually that I felt my dick stirring in my underwear. “Unless you want to go to town before the wedding.”

“No, no. We’ll be late. I won’t let you go away from me. Let’s start with the pants before we end up doing something else,” I suggested, handing Spencer the pants for him to step into. The fabric strained as we pulled them over Spencer’s thick thighs and hips. He winced as I grunted with the effort of getting his pants to cover his lower body. I hadn’t realized how much thicker he had gotten in those areas until I tried to cover his big ass with the back of the pants. “Wow, you’ve grown... a lot, and I’m not referring to the belly,” I said, making him blush. The pants were a tight squeeze, but after a few attempts, I managed to button them right below his belly.

“Maybe we should skip the belt,” he said with a chuckle. “Though... I’m not sure how long these pants will last,” he laughed, and we heard the seams of his pants softly creaking, making both of us laugh.

“Okay, okay. Let’s see about the shirt before you burst out of the pants,” I said as Spencer lifted his arms. I carefully helped him into the shirt, pulling it over his broad shoulders and carefully working it down over his chest. The shirt was tight—too tight, the fabric straining across his chest. I managed to close it around his belly after several attempts, the seams at the sides creaking a bit. Each button was a small victory, though the shirt looked like it was holding on for dear life.

“How does it feel?” I asked, stepping back to admire my husband-to-be.

“I think we might have a problem,” Spencer said, his voice laced with concern as he looked down at the straining buttons, clearly holding his breath.

“It’s a bit tight, but you still look amazing. You’re literally glowing,” I responded, getting on my tiptoes to kiss Spencer’s lips.

“No, I’m literally bursting. That’s different,” Spencer said, chuckling, his shirt straining even more. “But I guess it’ll have to do.”

I nodded, helping Spencer into the suit jacket. It fit snugly over Spencer’s broad shoulders, and when I tried to button it, it wouldn’t close over his belly. Not even close. Spencer sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment. “It’s okay, we’ll leave it open,” I said, brushing a hand over Spencer’s belly. “You look perfect, Spence. Absolutely perfect.”

Spencer looked at himself in the mirror again while I put on my navy blue suit. Despite the tightness of his clothes and the size of his belly, Spencer had to admit that he did look good. His suit strained at the seams, accentuating his broad shoulders and powerful chest. His belly was a prominent feature, round and firm, but it didn’t take away from his overall appearance. If anything, it made him look even more radiant, glowing with the life he was carrying inside.

“Okay, we’re ready,” I said a while later when both were fully clothed in our best suits. I approached and placed a hand on Spencer’s belly. “Ready to go, big guy? Ready to get married?” I asked.

“I am,” Spencer responded with a smile.

*

The courthouse was modest but elegant, and as we arrived, the officiant greeted us warmly. Spencer was clearly nervous because his size drew immediate attention when we walked inside. We could feel the weight of their stares, but the secretary was professional and kind, guiding us through the halls with ease.

“You’re the most beautiful person here,” I whispered into Spencer’s ear, squeezing his hand.

He smiled at me, and I noticed him calming down. Then, they led us into a small room where the ceremony would take place. The officiant smiled warmly at us, not batting an eye at Spencer’s condition. The ceremony was intimate. It was just the two of us, standing side by side, Spencer’s belly nudging against my arm. 

As the officiant began the ceremony, I heard Spencer groaning, and his free hand moved to caress his belly. The officiant continued, ignoring the noise, but I noticed something was happening. Spencer slightly winced as he gently rubbed his hand over his abdomen. He looked at me with teary eyes, and then I got it. The babies were kicking. We had been waiting for that moment for weeks, and the babies had decided to start moving right in the middle of our wedding as if they knew something special was happening.

I moved my hand to his belly and immediately felt the movement against my hand. I couldn’t contain my tears. It was such a sweet and tender moment, and it happened while we were getting married. The officiant spoke softly, guiding us through the ceremony. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes never leaving Spencer’s. The moment was perfect. Everything about that moment was perfect.

“Spencer Collins, do you take Owen Richards to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?” the officiant asked as we had our hand on Spencer’s belly.

Spencer’s eyes welled with tears, nodding. “I do.”

“Owen Richards, do you take Spencer Collins to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” I replied, my voice steady despite the lump in my throat.

“By the power vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss your groom.”

I smiled and pulled Spencer into a long and passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of his body against mine and his belly tightly pressing against my abs. I felt the babies moving more as if they were celebrating their dads. I couldn’t contain my tears. The moment was perfect—better than I had ever imagined, and it wasn’t over yet. As we pulled apart, the officiant handed us the marriage certificate to make it official, but Spencer hesitated.

“What is it?” I asked, noticing the pause.

“I’ve been thinking,” Spencer said slowly, looking up at me. “I want to take your last name, Owen.”

My heart skipped a beat. We hadn’t discussed this, and I was surprised. But also incredibly touched. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a smile. “I want us to be a family in every way.”

His words led us to another long and passionate kiss, filled with tears and kicks from our babies. Owen and Spencer Richards, I loved how it sounded.

*

I took Spencer to a nearby restaurant right after the wedding. It was a small, cozy place with a buffet that Spencer loved. I couldn’t stop smiling, my eyes glued to Spencer, who looked radiant even though he was uncomfortable in his clothes. His hands were on his belly, still feeling the babies moving. I couldn’t help but chuckle when I realized he had sixteen arms, sixteen legs, eight heads, and eight butts, all pushing against his inner belly in different directions. No wonder his belly was so active; we were having many babies.

“I think they’re hungry,” he said, smiling at me, and I already knew what he meant. He was really, really hungry.

“Then let’s get you fed. Don’t hold back,” I responded, standing from the table to go to the buffet with Spencer.

He loaded up his plate with as much food as it could hold. The smell of food was intoxicating, and Spencer’s mouth seemed to water as he grabbed everything that looked good. I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t worried about the shirt anymore but only focused on satisfying his hunger. His appetite had grown along with his belly, and it seemed like nothing could satisfy him. He devoured plate after plate, his shirt growing tighter with each bite. I could see the fabric straining, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him; I wanted to see him feeling his big gut to fuel our babies’ growth.

I knew Spencer could feel his shirt growing tighter because he tried to adjust it every other minute. He shifted in his seat, trying to make himself more comfortable, but it was useless. Since his skin and shirt were so taut, I could see the babies growing restless again, kicking up a storm as if they could sense that their dad was having a feast. I knew he was uncomfortable, but he only wanted more food.

Spencer groaned softly, rubbing his belly as the babies continued kicking. “They’re so active. I never expected them to move so much. It feels so weird.”

I reached over, placing my hand on Spencer’s belly, feeling the movement while he ate. “They’re excited. It’s a big day for all of us. And I guess they’re enjoying the buffet.”

“Ugh, I think I might have overdone it,” Spencer said, glancing down at his belly. “I guess we’ll see if this shirt can hold up,” he said with a wink.

I looked over and saw what he meant. His shirt stretched to the limit, the buttons straining so much that I feared they’d pop off at any moment. But Spencer, ever the trooper, just laughed it off. Then, as Spencer was about to take another bite of his last dessert, I heard a faint pop as one of the lower buttons of his shirt flew off, landing on the table with a soft clatter.

“I’m surprised it lasted this long,” I said, still processing what had just happened, staring at Spencer’s exposed skin on his belly. We burst into laughter, causing more of Spencer’s buttons to undo, accidentally revealing more of his belly.

“I think that’s a sign I’ve had enough,” Spencer said, chuckling and placing his fork down.

I shook my head, still grinning. “I don’t know about that. You’re eating for nine, after all.” I reached for his hand, and we stared into each other’s eyes for an eternity. He looked happy, and I didn’t need anything else at the moment. “Have you realized that we’re about to become a family of 12? Right now, we’re only two; we’ll welcome two babies in 12 weeks and then eight more in 20 weeks.”

He smiled and looked down at his belly. “I know. It scares me a lot. I never thought about having kids, and soon we’ll have ten. That’s a big number to start with,” he said, pulling my hand across the table to place it on his belly. “Everything will be alright now,” he said and I nodded.

*

By the time we arrived back at our apartment, the events of the day had caught up with Spencer. He was exhausted, his feet swollen, and his belly massively rounded from the massive meal. The day had been long and full of emotions, and his body was feeling the strain. Once inside, Spencer let out a sigh of relief, rubbing his belly as he waddled over to the couch. He eased himself down, the cushions sinking under his weight, as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes and into something more comfortable,” I suggested, already loosening the tie around his neck.

“Please,” he sighed as I helped him take the pants and shirt off, careful not to put any strain on his overworked belly. “I’m ready to collapse.”

I sat beside him, my hands immediately moving to his bare belly. “How are you feeling, husband?” I asked, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

“Repeat that word, please,” he said, sounding surprised.

“What? Husband? You’re my husband. Mine and only mine. My Mr. Richards. I told you I would claim you as mine,” I said, kissing his belly and then moving to kiss his softer pecs. “And I’m yours. Forever yours.”

“I can’t believe we did it,” Spencer murmured, his hands caressing my body as I covered his body with kisses. “I and I think you owe me something from earlier. Remember?”

I grinned and felt my dick hardening, so I removed my clothes in a blink. Spencer immediately removed his remaining clothes, entering into a horny mode that I loved. He was exhausted, but I knew my big guy wasn’t one to back from a good fuck. However, I wanted to do something different from what we had been doing lately. I continued kissing his pecs, teasing his nipples with my teeth and tongue because he had told me they were sensitive.

“So, now that we’re husbands. I guess we can fuck more often,” I playfully said, reaching below his belly to grab his dick, which was already hard. Then my hand moved to his bull balls to caress them. They felt so full.

“As many times as we want, husband,” Spencer said, grabbing my big, hard dick to stroke it. “We can try for more babies more often,” he said, and I chuckled.

“We can. But not in the same way you’re thinking,” I said, quickly moving to position myself on his lap, sitting right below his dick, with his big belly pushing against my abs. “What do you say if we put those big balls to good use and you try to put a few babies in me?” I said, winking at him, aware that it was impossible, but I knew he would love to play along.

Spencer immediately readjusted his heavy body on the couch, pushing his hips forward, giving me access to his hard dick.

“You’d look so cute with a big belly, so full of my babies,” he said, moving his hands to my hips to squeeze them hard.

I chuckled and lined his dick with my hole as I sat heavily on his lap, taking his dick in one move. “Then, go ahead, big guy. Go ahead and put some babies in me,” I said, leaning forward to kiss his belly while I started bouncing on his dick, making him moan. I caressed the side of his belly, feeling the babies moving while our eyes locked into each other’s. The world disappeared around us while I rode Spencer’s dick. Up and down, enjoying our first time together as husbands.

...

[mpregfan32]

You're an absolute champ carrying such a massive group!! 😱😱😱

Why thank you! I like to think I’m a pro at what I do. Getting off can be tricky, but I either cum hands free from the kicks or I hump my belly 😝