He sank back against the couch cushions, letting out a long hiss as the heavy weight of his belly pressed into him. The swollen belly rose so far out he could barely see his knees. With every tiny movement of the quadruplets inside, the skin trembled, rolling like restless waves.
“Uhhhn—damn… they’re moving again,” he groaned, head tilting back. A sharp kick jabbed from the left side, making the belly tilt and ripple sharply. Another push came from the opposite side, the whole mound twisting in two directions at once. His shirt strained over the shifting bulk.
When he leaned forward slightly to reach for his water bottle, the belly rolled downward, spilling heavier over his thighs. “Gods… I can’t keep up with them. They don’t stop—ahhhhn—” His hand gripped the edge of the couch, but the belly slid forward under its own weight, bulging and stretching in places, sagging low across his lap.
Lying back flat on the cushions, the weight dragged evenly, making his back arch painfully. The skin stretched taut and shiny across a rising curve at the top as one baby shoved upward, then suddenly dipped as another shifted lower, making the belly wobble and ripple. “Look at this… it used to sit so high… now—hhhhnnn—lower and lower…” His breath hitched, chest rising and falling as his pregnant belly rolled like a slow, living tide.
When he turned onto his side, the belly followed him, sliding outward and sagging down against the couch. The quadruplets wriggled and kicked, pushing out in multiple spots. His groan broke out again as one foot jutted sharply to the right, making the whole belly tilt, then settle heavier against his hip. “Ahhh—stop—stop moving so much—hnnnnhhh—hurts when you all push at once…”
Sitting upright was no easier. The top of the belly pressed high against his chest, while the lower curve sagged down between his thighs. The skin shifted as the babies turned inside, rolling the belly from side to side. “They used to be high and round… firm right here,” he muttered, one hand brushing lightly along the taut skin. “But now… it’s dropping… so heavy down low. Uhhhhn…”
Even standing was a challenge. The belly hung forward, a full, low curve that swung slightly with every step. A sudden kick from inside made it lurch sideways, throwing him off balance. “Every time I think you’ve settled… hhhhnnn—one of you twists again,” he groaned, hands supporting the heavy belly. It shifted again, bulging outward then slumping low, quivering with each movement.
He hissed through clenched teeth, one hand holding the top while the other tried to support the underside. “Never still. Never, ever still…” The babies rolled, rolled, and rolled again, each motion sending ripples across the skin. His pregnant belly wobbled and tilted, first high, then heavy and low, swaying side to side, stretching wider across his lap.
Lying back once more, exhausted, he felt the top curve rise as one baby pushed upward, then a sudden downward dip as another slid low, making him gasp sharply. “Ahhhhn—please… just a minute…” His belly answered with another wave of movement, rolling, twisting, sagging with the restless weight of four little lives inside.
