bellies groaning in pain ♡♡♡

It wasn’t even a permanent option, he just needed to get away from his father, and his father’s tendency to make decisions for him. It didn’t matter if he would have opted to drink a cleansing potion himself later; he could already see his father enraged, taking him and likely literally pouring it down his throat by force. Luscent just needed to think - he needed to feel safe again, and he needed to think.

His father found him before he could properly slip away. Laurentius had a knack for just knowing when his boy was misbehaving - though, as a divine being, that may as well have been omniscience. His son, however, was woefully untalented in that department, so he was easily cornered. Luscent, already at the height of his anxiety, couldn’t explain himself without breaking down; shame and terror overflowing from him. He begged to be allowed to leave. He promised he would come back.

Laurentius, ever a callous man, simply said “no you won’t,” and snapped his fingers.

The second first time Luscent tried to run away, his lover at the time had convinced him. He was starting to feel symptoms he couldn’t quite find the cause of, but it was his mortal lover that pointed out the pattern to an early pregnancy. Luscent didn’t have to panic alone, this time. He was afraid not just of his father’s wrath, but of this dear, fragile, ephemeral mortal’s safety.

He didn’t want to slip away in his panic, this time - he couldn’t quite place why, but the idea made his heart race and his stomach flip. Like he was experiencing fear that never truly went away. Maybe it was a worse idea than running off in secret, but he wanted to think he could reason with his father.

Luscent couldn’t speak the truth of why he wanted to go off and travel for a year, or maybe two - he was vague and dodgy in a way that Laurentius seemed to see through immediately. The divine coolly asked his son his lover’s name, and Luscent, naively, told him.

When Luscent woke up in his bed the next morning, the name of his lover was gone from his mind forever. But their touch on his body, and the child hidden away in his womb remained.

The third first time Luscent tried to run away, he noticed the growing swell of his stomach. He had been rather scatterbrained lately, so it wasn’t certain to him who the sire was, or how long he had even been pregnant. But it was obvious now, when he lifted his undershirt. When he placed his hands on his bare middle, he swore he could feel that presence inside, and it frightened him. He worried about his father’s reaction.

Laurentius had been shorter with him lately, annoyed and cold towards his son for unknown reasons. Luscent already felt like he was letting him down, somehow or another. He firstly apologized for that. Laurentius scowled at his son's stammering, growing more and more angry under the surface as if an unwanted realization had dawned on him. The boy didn’t get as far as admitting he was pregnant before his father blew up at him, airing a long list of grievances that Luscent didn’t even remember.

Had he really been that terrible of a son, all this time? Did he really misbehave as much as his father said? It felt like there were black spots in his memory, and those missing pieces were piling up. Fear that ran deeper and longer than the issue of his pregnancy bubbled up from the back of his mind, and all Luscent could do was flee.

That only made his father angrier, as after he caught up with the boy, he struck him hard enough to send him to the ground. While Luscent was still curled up on the floor, Laurentius willed him to unconsciousness with a wave of his hand.

The fifth first time Luscent tried to run away, the black spots were starting to scare him. The changes to his body, so obvious to everyone else but so slow for Luscent to notice, were undoubtedly a part of that.

He trusted his father. He was afraid of his father, but he still trusted him. Everyone was afraid of their fathers, he reasoned, as a father’s love was conditional and had to be earned. He hadn’t earned any of it, as far as he remembered. He couldn’t remember very far at all, these days.

Luscent couldn’t find the right words to describe his worries to Laurentius, who watched his son stammer his way through them with an unimpressed look. Halfway into the boy’s explanation, he sighed.

“My, I’m really doing a number on you, huh?” He chuckled.

Before his son could ask what he meant, Laurentius snapped his fingers.

By the time Luscent realized something was terribly wrong, he had all but lost awareness of what was going on with his body.

He had grown fat and heavy these days, after a lifetime of being fairly scrawny and petite. The weight of his gut displaced his center of balance, turning his gait into an awkward waddle as he felt the contents inside shift. In the back of his mind, Luscent was terribly alarmed. Everything was fine.

As far as Luscent was concerned, he was always like this.

The aches and pains of his body had become the background noise to his life, as his heavily altered mind simply refused to put a thought towards what was happening to him. There was a fear there, subtle and enduring through the repeated mind wipes, but Luscent thought little of it, as he did with most things nowadays.

His father had gone easy on him, lately. He didn’t remember the moment his father really looked at his then-smaller stomach, got terribly mad, and then had a rare moment of remorse. Luscent couldn’t see why his father reacted the way he did, as he subconsciously held his swollen belly and soothed the movement inside. Laurentius, looking through his son, realized he must have taken away something of the boy he wasn’t getting back.

“Ah well,” Luscent’s father said, as his moment of regret passed, “at least you’ve given me a do-over.”

He chuckled darkly while rubbing the bared swell of his son’s middle. When Luscent asked what he meant, he told him not to worry about it. Luscent, of course, didn’t remember him saying that afterwards.

While Luscent’s mind remained blissfully unaware, his body still worked through pregnancy without his knowledge. Though he became winded and achy more often now, he still endeavored to do the daily chores he was certain he always did. His stomach was often in the way; getting knocked around and bumping into things more and more as it went through that final growth spurt. Each time this happened, his guts seemed to churn, shapes inside distorting the tight, smooth flesh. Though there was pain, it was oddly pleasurable in itself. The fullness felt good, and he was certainly filled to the brim.

The weight in him had shifted lower lately, though you couldn’t ask Luscent when exactly that was. He had a hard time keeping track of the days. And the hours. But the leaden weight inside of him reminded Luscent of its presence regularly, with drawn-out cramps around his middle. Each time it happened, he would pause and curl around himself until it let up. Then, he would simply go on like nothing happened. Everything was fine! This was normal. He was always like this.

He often felt the base urge to relieve himself throughout the day, so he had gotten used to ignoring it while he was absorbed in his chores. This led, occasionally, to some accidents; he was so sluggish these days, hauling this enormous belly around. The weight often pressed on his bladder and bowels at inopportune moments. When a sharp jab in the pit of his stomach made him wince and bend over his tight stomach, he gasped when he felt the familiar twinge of a release.

His cock was already half-hard from the odd, innate pleasure of the pressure and pain from multiple sources. His full bladder spasming made his erection twitch and dribble a stain into his trousers. Alarmed, Luscent quickly clenched his thighs. There was a deep and inexplicable pain from behind his cock, followed by a messy spray of fluids from the slit that lay there.

Luscent thought the pain and pressure within him had brought him to orgasm, as it would threaten to do before. But there was far too much to be the usual mess of his cunt’s arousal; it practically poured out of him for a good moment, and all the angel could do was hold his cock and moan. Immediately after the deluge stopped, the muscles of his bladder gave way to add to the puddle.

Frozen for a moment by his body’s needs, Luscent just sighed at having to clean up another of his own messes as he went ahead and pissed himself.

Cleaning up afterwards was much more difficult than it usually was, as the weight shifting ever lower through him became more intense and insistent. He was hesitant to squat down and wipe the floor, because he feared he wouldn’t be able to get back up again. The pressure in him answered that indecisiveness by forcing his thighs to spread. The angel moaned through the oddly laborious ordeal of lowering himself to the floor.

It felt… right, spreading his legs in a wide V like this, letting his gut drop between his thighs to settle low over his hips. The pain and pressure was nearly constant, and his dick was so hard he was getting lightheaded. But he had work to do, and he was too disciplined to be distracted by his own bodily needs. At least, as far as he remembered, he was disciplined.

Luscent’s gut sunk into itself, his abdominal muscles clenching in a contraction that was so harsh and sudden that he felt his cock spill a bit unbidden. There was a distinct fullness behind his erection, though he couldn’t compare it to all the dicks he didn’t remember taking in the past. If he could, he would have thought they paled in comparison. Still, he had to clean up after himself.

Luscent fought against his body and its growing need stubbornly, admittedly half-assing cleaning up his own fluids in an effort to be done with it. With immense effort and a few failed attempts, he managed to haul himself back up to his feet. His off-kilter balance made him sway uneasily for a moment, but he managed it. He was used to it. He was always like this.

His body was in full instinctual panic, but his brain remained calm. As if the capacity for fear and anxiety had been cleanly pruned from its synapses. The feeling of something in his aching, aroused pussy hardly phased him, as those uncertain thoughts terminated before they could form. Everything was fine, and he had no reason to run away.

Wait, why was he thinking about that, all of a sudden?

Waddling even more awkwardly than usual, it took a great deal of effort for Luscent to make his way to his own room. His cock chafed in his pants, and the bulge he was barely acknowledging forced his legs apart. His body was making him push, even if the instinctual urge to do so consciously couldn't make it past his mind’s alterations.

He made it through his door before the air was knocked out of his lungs, and his knees went weak. He dropped into a half squat, and felt himself open.

“Haa- Aaaahhh!”

Why was he screaming? Nothing was wrong. Nothing was happening. He was sweat-drenched and in true agony, his arousal only simmering in the background of his body’s urgency. He needed to push. He needed to get back to work. Something was coming out of him. Everything was fine. Why was he even in his room?

Luscent’s oblong gut heaved and sunk into him, and he let out a low and guttural moan. Something large and heavy stretched him to the limit before sliding out, and his cunt spasmed and gushed around what remained of the baby within him.

He felt the weight of the baby’s head bulging in his pants, but he thought nothing of touching it, or pulling the rest of the body out of him. He staggered over to his bed, and sat down heavily.

Luscent cried out again from the pain of the head being forced back inside of him in an instant. His stomach deformed and spasmed, as whatever was attempting to exit him definitely did not like being made to go back in. Despite this, Luscent couldn’t deny that it gave him a powerful orgasm. His cock still pulsed, so overtaxed it was almost painful. His pussy still fluttered around the obstruction jammed inside of him.

Giving into one of the few base needs not interrupted by the altering of his mind, Luscent pulled down his trousers with the intent of pleasuring himself. He was met with a horrid stain of blood-tinged fluids that he hadn’t looked down at before now. His stomach had always hidden his lower half from view, but now it had deflated and become misshapen. He could see now that the angle of his twitching cock was pushed up and outward from a bulge that rounded out below it. His swollen lips were spread, and as he leaned forward to inspect them, they pulled back around a fuzzy round Something that endeavored to leave his body.

Wracked with confusion, the heavy tampering with his brain made it harder for him to react in time to catch the head as it crowned. Luscent shivered as more fluids sprayed from his hole, and his body contracted insistently to give birth.

To give birth.

He was giving birth?

Luscent moaned from feeling - and watching - the very real and undeniable baby slip out between his legs. He only barely caught it before it could tumble to the floor, that instinct mercifully spared from his father’s tampering.

The full extent of the pain he was ignoring sunk into him. As did the fear, and the panic. The fear of not only what was going to happen to him, but what would happen to his apparent son once his father finds him in this state.

His memory was spotty, and his thoughts felt scattered at his feet.. There were bits and pieces being put back together; moments of where he knew he was pregnant, and he tried to leave, all cut short by his father’s immense power over him. He knew. His father knew and he kept him like this.

‘Ah well,’ Luscent’s father said, as his moment of regret passed, ‘at least you’ve given me a do-over.’

The wet and wailing infant in his hands was a mercifully grounding - and positively terrifying - reminder of what Luscent had to do now, no matter what.

Whipped creamed hissed out of the nozzle, rising above the mountain of ice cream in a frothy tower. She tapped on a handful of sprinkles, and a few cherries. Mark loved sprinkles, and the babies loved cherries.

Lifting the platter of dishes was challenging enough that Mariah grunted a little when she did it. It was no replacement for her time at the gym, but it was getting there.

The closer she got to their open bedroom door, the louder the moaning became. The lengthy wails of discomfort were punctuated by the occasional oh god and oh fuck. This whole scene was becoming more common now. She had expected it ramp up but didn’t know it would happen this quickly. It just came with the territory of being so massively, preposterously pregnant.

“I’m right here, baby,” she cooed as she entered the doorway and laid eyes upon her husband.

It was impossible to see his face with how high his belly rose above him. The naked mass towered over him, so large that had he been sitting it would have gone past the point of his knees. Though it had once been round as all pregnant bellies are, his had long since deformed due to the load he was carrying; first it had stretched into a distended oblong, then the sides had protruded, so convex that they curved out wider than his flank, and finally his poor abdomen could not take anymore and merely clung to the growing bodies of the children inside him, their individual shapes making irregular bulges and indents all across the surface of his belly.

Stuffed. This man was stuffed. And he wasn’t even done yet.

Mark’s head rolled back and forth on the pillow. His eyes were closed, his hands helplessly clutching the sides of his womb as though all he could do was endure the sensations of his pregnancy. The surface of his belly rippled, arms and legs roiling inside him, and a call of discomfort simmered in his throat.

“They’re so hungry,” he repeated, almost delirious. His face was sticky with sweat and clammy as though from fever.

Stabbing the pile of poutine with a fork and guiding it to her husband’s mouth, Mariah answered, “I know, sweetie. I’ve got you right here. Open up for me.”

He opened his mouth weakly and took in the food, humming in pleasure as the taste exploded in his mouth. Food tasted better when you were pregnant, and mind-altering when you were having septuplets.

Mariah fed him a few more mouthfuls, her hips hanging half off the edge of the bed due to how much space her man took up. This was especially true now that his belly was so wide. It looked as if her husband was smuggling a small boulder beneath his skin. The tortured flesh was marred with red stretch marks, some as thick as the width of her finger and some like cat scratches. The thin ones spiraled out from his shallow navel, the button ready to pop out at any second, and the deeper ones cut across his hips and lower belly like a strike from a tiger. The babies churned in response to the food and his belly wobbled visibly in his hands, the mass seeming to come alive on his lap. Mark broke into a moan, which Mariah silenced with a particularly hearty forkful of fries and gravy.

“You are doing so good, baby,” she encouraged, taking a moment to wipe the greasy from his mouth. “I’m so proud of you. And in just 8 weeks, we’re going to have a whole boatload of babies to meet.”

The mention of it made Mark whine again, his head turning away from his wife.

He whimpered, “I..I can’t. I can’t do another 8 weeks, Mariah. I need to be induced.”

Setting the fork and plate down, his wife took his hand between hers. Beside them, his womb churned with the continuous movements of their seven children.

“Listen to me,” she said, firm but tender. “You can do this. It’s not that long. You’ve done 32 weeks with these babies already. You’re on the home stretch.”

With his free hand, her husband gingerly caressed the side of his belly, touching its aching surface as gently as he could. The skin was hot, practically radiating heat, and the mound was so fully packed with babies that there was no give to it, every inch of him stuffed to the brim with children.

His voice was audible trembling as he said, “They’re getting...they’re so big now. So fast. It feels like they’re ripping me.”

“They’re not ripping you,” his wife assured him. “This is really normal, that’s what the doctor said. The babies do the most growing in the third trimester and you’re in the thick of it. I will make sure you do not pop.”

She handed him the plate of fish sticks, at least two boxes worth and a measuring cup full of tartar sauce, and squirted a thick pile of lotion onto her palms from the bottle on the bedside table. Her husband shoveled the battered pieces into his mouth, his shame and decency coming far behind his need to feed.

Mariah placed her palms on the wall of his belly, spreading the lotion around his mound. Mark nearly moaned at the feeling of the cool cream on his hot skin. Now that he was eating and he had vocalized his fears, his emotions seemed to be descending back to a neutral plane.

“Sorry for getting so riled up,” he said meekly, watching the mountain of his belly shift softly above his gaze. “It’s the hormones.”

His wife chuckled. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

Mark’s womb was so tight around their babies that his skin merely slid over it as Mariah massaged it. She could feel each of their seven children inside him just by rubbing him, their limbs and heads jutting out of him with how large they had become inside his body. His stretch marks were particularly sore, and ached dully as her petite hands swiped over them.

He sucked down at least 7 pieces of fish before he spoke again.

“Feel like I’m gonna pop,” he said, his voice muffled slightly by the food in his cheeks. “But I can’t stop eating. It’s like they’re controlling me from the inside. Do we have any more of these?”

Mariah hummed, allowing herself to vocalize her enjoyment this time. Seeing her husband like this was the ultimate pleasure. She would never have subjected herself to the submission of pregnancy, but her husband was always the type to let her take the lead. He didn’t even protest when she suggested he be the one to give them a family. Neither of them could have known he was this fertile, however. But when she promised she’d take care of him and all the babies, he agreed to continue with the pregnancy.

That was when they thought there were five. Turns out with this higher order pregnancies there can be so many babies they can hide behind each other. They found number 6 at a subsequent ultrasound. Then 7 at another. By then, he was too far along and couldn’t have backed out if he wanted to. He was locked in for the ride. And she was going to make sure he gave her the biggest, strongest, healthiest babies possible.

“Eat what I gave you and then you can have more,” she instructed, her hands moving to the underside of his womb. She could really feel the weight of his litter there. 7 huge babies, measuring past the 95th percentile, all pressing down on her hands. She could only imagine how he felt. Mariah clawed her fingers, her long acrylic nails pointing towards him, and scratched them across his tender skin.

Mark, who had cleared his plate and had turned towards his sundae, leaned his head back and moaned.

“Jesus, that feels good.” He cut into the whipped cream, the ice cream, and the brownie with his spoon, shoveling the mixture into his mouth. “I’m so itchy and I can’t reach most of it anymore.”

“I’m sure,” she said, her voice darkening with desire. She loved how pregnant he was, how fucking huge and useless he had become. Her husband had been on bed rest for months, not even ordered by the doctor but out of necessity: he was too heavy to move, too overly packed with all her babies. Stretch marks streaked up his towering gut from his pelvis to his navel, his poor skin giving way due to all the massive fetuses he was growing for her.

Above him, Mark’s belly loomed like a stone monument. He hadn’t seen his feet in months. His pelvis creaked, the bones widening to make room for the fertile load inside him. His weight soared, fat piling around his hips and thighs, his ass pillowing out beneath him like a couch cushion. Even after these babies were born, he was never going to look how he did before. At first it bothered him, but not anymore. The hunger was too intense. He just kept eating, and Mariah kept feeding him.

His womb was a steel dome between them, so large they could not see one another as she knelt between his legs at the underside of his belly. Mark gorged on his meal, enough to feed three people but for him comprising but a fraction of the calories he’d have to consume that day, while his wife lotioned and scratched at him, admiring what all her hard work had done to her beloved him.

A few babies churned inside him, the entire mass shaking. It bulged slowly to the left, then to the right, as the fetuses adjusted their positions in the cramped interior. Mark moaned even as he ate, so hungry that he could not stop filling himself even as his insides were pummeled by the litter he carried.

“So fuckin strong…” he muttered through a mouth of dessert.

Her tongue flicking across her lower lip, serpentine, his wife echoed, “Yes, so strong.”

She placed her palms on the great expanse of his gut, the weight of all their children palpable on her wrists and arms, and pushed against it, a single thrust at first but then again, and again. She could feel their babies, barely separated by the thinness of his flesh, feel the contours of their elbows, the press of their backs, as she shook his massive, gravid belly.

Immediately, the babies began to squirm. Just a wriggling of their limbs at first, but then their curled torsos, their legs stretching out, each one of the seven children fighting for their own space inside their father.

Mark dropped the sundae, the dish and spoon clattering to the floor, his hands flying up to clutch at his womb as if afraid it was going to split open on his lap.

“OH, GOD, THEY’RE FUCKING MOVING!” he bellowed, his eyes bugging. “THESE KIDS ARE GONNA TEAR ME APART!”

Rounded bulges distended grotesquely from his belly where heads were pushing out of him. His flesh rippled, deforming, protruding in some places and sinking in others, his entire abdomen shifting like waves in the ocean. Mark was screaming, his palms grasping frantically, aimlessly, trying to reach the places where his babies were pushing out so that he could try desperately to press them back into his body.

Mariah held his womb, leaning in to kiss it, to stiffen her tongue and lick the rolling, undulating mass attached to her husband.

The babies churned, the movements so rough that Mark thought for sure his water would break, but it didn’t. Eventually, like always, his litter slowed its rioting to a stop and his belly became still again, except for a few periodic bumps and squirms here and there.

Panting heavily, Mark fell back onto his pillow.

“Jesus Christ, Mariah...I thought you said you weren’t gonna pop me?”

Coming back up to the head of the bed, she chuckled, “And I didn’t. You’re still here, aren’t you? All eight of you.”

Mark placed his hands on the expansive upper shelf of his womb, his downturned palms resting right below his sternum.

“Yeah,” he answered. “For now. Can we order pizza? The babies want pizza.”

Brushing his head behind his ear, his devoted wife asked, “And what else?”

“And breadsticks, and wings...and one-- no two corned beef sandwiches, with fries.”

“Anything you wish,” she said.

I want him to have to walk back in complete shame, never looking so big in his thousands of years. Just by standing he feels he could tear, and makes the mistake of stretching, hands on the low of his back and enormous distended belly pushing all the way out, cramping painfully as the skin almost gives, like plucked violin strings unraveling, making him cry out and hunch over himself, again triggering another cascade of hurt. There is no possible position he could take that could stop this pain.

I want him to barely be able to leave the room, his hips twist and grind, his water balloon of a gut leading his step, forced into a waddle as it sways side to side with each step, clutched by the underside by hands attempting to alleviate some of the unbearable weight. It sloshes audibly, even over the violent, angry gurgling and howling his stomach refuses to stop making even for a second, a nonstop cacophony of sound echoing from deep inside of him, and he can feel the liquid glug around at the top, only the tiniest sliver of room for it at the brim. There is no exaggeration or hyperbole, his stomach is simply so stretched that another mouthful would very much cause the poor organ to rupture.

I want him to catch a glimpse of himself in a reflection and have his face turn wine-red in embarrassment. Though only stuffed with a meal, his body mimics an overdue pregnancy, packed so tightly and immense that it wouldn't be farfetched for an unsuspecting onlooker to suspect him of expecting.

I want it to lay heavy and crushing on his thighs, even as he leans back against plush pillows. His shirt has lost half its buttons, pinging off one-by-one as he gorged himself earlier that evening, now splayed, framed around its mass like a work of art, and his pants fair no better, the fabric tearing before he could lose another button, splitting the zip wide open and spilling out more room for his gluttony. He is forced to look at it, to marvel at his own failings in the form of his moon-like belly.

A thin line of stress pulls from his sternum to the underside of his belly, a shimmering cleft caused by the sudden bulge of his blown-out form. His navel sits almost flat with the building pressure behind it, occasionally poking in and out when Caius moves or hiccups into the back of his hand.

Todd was only twenty-three, but he was a true, professional stripper. His dance and pole-working skills rivaled that of anyone who'd ever graced the super successful “Magic Mike” stage. At one time, he'd thought of auditioning for the big-time Vegas production, confident he'd easily land the gig, but then some things… changed. Now, while he was even better at putting on an incredible show, he lacked the mainstream appeal he once had, though obviously, he still had many, many fans.

A lot of strippers find themselves out of breath following an intense, crowd-riveting performance, so the fact he was standing there panting and gasping while dripping with sweat didn't make Todd unusual. What made his latest performance unusual, not to mention all the more impressive, and the reason he'd now probably never go on to grace a “Magic Mike” stage, was the fact Todd had a belly rivaling the size of a small planet sticking far out in front of him.

Sometimes, he still quite honestly didn't understand the draw he possessed… Sometimes, he still couldn't believe his performances were the best… More often than not, Todd thought he looked incredibly awkward up on stage, oftentimes truly struggling to swing his hips and the rest of his bloated body around to the beat, but no matter what he thought or couldn't believe, people loved it.

That being said, he could hardly call what he'd done that night “dancing.” But the most guys still came to the club whenever he performed, watching intently as he took off whatever random clothing he'd struggled into backstage, all of which was always way too small for a guy his size, sometimes to the point he was showing more skin than not at the beginning of his routine. While Todd might not've fully understood his appeal, he certainly appreciated it…

Being a stripper (especially a pregnant one) brought in more than enough bacon for him and his four year old twins. Being a young, single dad of two wasn't easy. Finding a good-paying job that didn't require too many hours was even harder, so if guys were willing to pay big time to see him get naked and increasingly, just waddle/totter around the bigger he got, he wasn't about to complain.

Being a stripper was still far from his dream job and he considered his “profession” rather ridiculous, but he was good at it and the more Todd thought about it, he realized he did enjoy it for its (relative) ease and financial benefits. Even now, a single, soon-to-be single dad of six, a full week overdue with quadruplets, exhausted as he was following his routine, Todd couldn't help but perk back up from all the attention and admiration he was getting. And money, of course…

Though he'd stopped “dancing,” even more guys were now crowding the stage, some throwing their money at him, some doing their utmost to beckon him over so they could stuff their bills in the thong he still had on or the tiny undershirt (more barely chest-cover crop top) he'd always worn since he started “filling in up top” to further tease the crowd.

It was at moments like this that Todd considered his job oddly fulfilling. He realized most would consider being a stripper (successful or not) a last resort and in some ways, maybe they were right, but it paid for everything and anything he and his boys could want or need. Outside of “work,” thanks to it, Todd was able to provide himself and his sons a happy and enjoyable life.

They had a nice, big apartment, and all the toys and food they could desire. Todd wasn't ashamed of his job but he knew he couldn't keep stripping forever… The boys were young, four of them not even born yet, but he didn't want them to find out what their daddy did to keep them clothed and fed so eventually, a change would have to be made, but what?

“Take the thong off!” A guy with a particularly deep and booming voice shouted, bringing Todd back to reality. “It's too damn small, anyway! We wanna see it all!!!”

No matter what one does or gives to them in even a remotely sexual manner, men always seem to want more… Todd's thong was nearly translucent and yes, too small, leaving little if any to the imagination, but apparently, that wasn't enough… On a different night, he might've just collected what money he could and then departed the stage with a gracious wave, smile and exaggerated waddle, but since he knew tonight was more than likely the last time he'd perform for a while, he decided to go with the “suggestion…”

Now that he'd caught some of his breath, keeping a smile on his handsome, sweaty face had become slightly less difficult. As such, he increased his efforts and transitioned to a cocky grin as he slowly turned, taking his left hand from that side of his belly and moving it down and back to slap his huge ass. As Todd's left cheek continued to jiggle, he received more appreciative grunts, whistles and catcalls from the crowd.

“God, damn! I wanna get lost in that valley between those mountains!!!” Another man shouted out.

“If you get any bigger, you're gonna need your own damn zip code! So fucking hot!!!” Another yelled.

“Can I be your next baby daddy?!” A third loudly requested, this comment making Todd laugh.

He'd heard it before. Many times, in fact, but he still found it as equally funny as he did ridiculous. As he continued to chuckle, Todd slowly leaned forward more, then even more slowly, turned from left to right as he picked up some of the clothes he'd shed, purposely showing his massive ass to everyone for their further enjoyment. He also made it a point to pick up as many bills as he could because even though the stage crew was good and he trusted (most of) them, the money on the floor belonged to him and his children, so he collected as much of it as he could himself.

Once he had, he slowly straightened back up. As he was about to turn back to face the audience, Todd's ass was slapped hard. Fortunately for the offender, he'd been expecting this and was genuinely surprised this was the first such contact that evening. Just before he'd turned fully back around, another “fan's” hand reached in and grabbed the strained left side of his thong, pulling it as hard as his ass had been slapped…

Already fighting hard to cover what little it could of his ass and his equally large package in the front, the thong immediately produced an audible tear. For whatever reason, the sound turned Todd on so much, his dick went from chubbed-up, to fully erect as he slowly and ponderously exited the stage with a final smile and wave, clutching his clothes and errant bills to his bulky chest with his other hand.

“As if you could forget, that was Todd, everyone!” His boss, Derek, boomed over the speakers. “He was due seven days ago, with HUGE quads, so he might go anytime now, but if he doesn't pop between now and then, he promises to be back on stage tomorrow night, shaking his huge belly and ass for you again! Now, our next performer isn't quite as big, but just as sexy, in his own way, so please, welcome to the stage…”

As soon as Todd started to make his way off stage and Derek started making his announcement, the crowd started to thin. The guys had come to see Todd. In his absence, maybe around half of them would keep coming to see Andrew, who was getting to be big enough in his own right, but didn't have half of Todd's talent, but then again, maybe not…

Todd felt bad for Andrew as he took the stage. The guy was nice and eager to earn, but he wasn't him… As much as he felt for Andrew though, he felt for his own hips, which were always particularly sore after performing, especially now… Todd didn't have much time to more than let out a tired and pained groan before Derek approached as the song he'd just set to play started booming through the club's speakers.

“You were amazing!” He commended. “God knows how, but you just keep growing and getting better! How do you feel? Any signs of labor?!” He asked as he guided Todd towards his dressing room at a suitably slow pace.

“Exhausted…” Todd groaned. “Huge as they are, still no sign of labor,” he shook his head.

“You sure about that?” Derek asked with a frown as he pressed his already wandering hand harder against his belly, feeling movement beneath his palm and fingers. A lot of it.

“They're just restless and hungry… That's normal after a show,” his biggest, most successful performer assured him with a grunt from the pressure he'd added.

“Is it though..?” Derek frowned as he continued to press and prod.

“Yep,” Todd nodded as he moved his hands from his back to his belly and started to rub it, trying to calm the four babies within him back down.

Big as they were, and big as his belly had grown and expanded to try and accommodate them, it didn't seem to be enough… Just about whenever the quads moved now, especially if they kicked, it was so forceful and painful, it often left Todd panting, the present being no exception.

“I can't believe I'm saying this!” Derek huffed and shook his head. “But I think you should take a few days off.”

 “What?” Todd frowned as they reached his dressing room and he entered first because his belly wouldn't allow them to enter at the same time.

“Don't get me wrong…” Derek said as he followed behind. “I'd love to have you around! You bring in more money than any guy in the club's history, but I've never seen anyone get as pregnant as you've gotten!” He shook his head. “And as much as some guys would love to see you pop these four kids out right on stage…” he said as he gave his belly a pat. “They don't deserve that!”

Well-intentioned as it was, Derek's enthusiastic, less than gentle pat, left Todd groaning in discomfort. The overdue man, half the club owner's age, looked down and saw several large protrusions forming all over his bare middle… heads, hands, feet, all pushing out against the confines of his womb.

“You're… sweet to offer that Derek, but if I don't go into labor come tomorrow night, I…”

“Do you think you will?” The club owner cut him off.

Todd shook his head. “I started having Braxton-Hicks this morning but last time, I had them for days before I actually went into labor.”

“Oh!” Derek grinned. “That's good!”

“Didn't you just give me time off?” The younger man frowned again.

“Well, yes… But, if YOU think you'll be able to perform again and consent to stopping as soon as I say you HAVE TO, well, then I…”

Todd understood Derek was just covering his bases. He had to… As much money as he was bringing in for all of them, if he ended up going into labor on stage and didn't get off it quickly, before his water broke and he started pushing, he knew Derek risked losing his business and liquor licenses, so they were walking/waddling a fine line.

“Who knows..?” Todd said quietly as he waddled further into his dressing room. “Nothing points to it yet, but I might go into labor tonight?” He shrugged. “But… If I don't… I'd definitely appreciate having at least tomorrow night off, and then, I guess we can go from there?” He smiled at the club owner, hoping he was masking his continued discomfort as the quads continued to distort all sides and segments of his gargantuan belly with their strong movements.

“Just keep me posted,” Derek smiled and nodded back as he turned to leave, but not before peppering Todd's belly with another series of rubs. “And stay as long as you need to tonight… In fact, but I strongly suggest it, ‘cause there's a big crowd waiting out back, thinking you're gonna leave soon. I'll get rid of ‘em now if you want?”

“Let ‘em hang,” Todd waved him off. “I hate to disappoint fans, but maybe I won't have to, at least not to their faces, if we hang here for a while?” He shrugged again.

“Like I said, take your time,” Derek smiled and winked before closing the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, nearly naked, Todd released another ragged breath as the four boys inside him wouldn't stop moving.

“Wonder-ful…” he groaned as he looked down at his belly. “Now, I have a street fight going on… Settle down, guys! My skin feels ready to rip!” He griped as he tried to remain calm even though his belly felt particularly tight.

Fortunately, since he was the star of the club, Todd's room had a small bed there. Taking in a deep breath, he waddled towards it, hips aching and back killing him. As soon as he sat down on the bed, he heard another rip, the thong finally giving up, practically shooting across the room, leaving his cock and balls on full display beneath his mammoth belly.

“Well, at least I won't have to struggle taking it off?” He sighed as he slowly laid down.

As soon as he was laying down, Todd's hands went to his belly. The babies were still moving, pushing the walls to his overloaded womb to their limits. He felt full. Too full, ready to burst and yet the quads didn't seem to be ready to come out. Derek was right about one thing: he'd never seen anyone as pregnant as he was. Obviously, this wasn't a “regular” pregnancy and Todd had no idea why he'd been the one to “luck out?”

Todd sighed and closed his eyes as memories of the night the quads were conceived came back, making him smile…

He didn't know the other guy's name and he'd just been visiting so it was unlikely they'd ever cross paths again. They met after one of Todd's shows, the guy had come into the dressing room while he'd been getting ready to head home. He was taller than the stripper which was impressive considering he was 6'3” tall. He wasn't just tall though, he was big, wide to be specific. He looked to be a little older than Todd, maybe in his mid-twenties and looked like he'd been lifting weights since he was a baby.

The guy was jacked. Like pro-bodybuilder level. His muscles caught Todd's eyes till they wandered lower to his crotch and saw the very prominent bulge in his pants. Apparently, he'd paid Derek to have backstage access and he was willing to pay even more to have a quicky with Todd. Todd usually didn't do that but between the money and the huge guy's stellar looks, he was easily convinced this time. He accepted the money with a big smile and then they both started to undress.

Once it was revealed, the guy's dick was even bigger than Todd had expected. It wasn't the biggest he'd seen, but it came in third, his own cock holding second place.

Todd climbed onto the bed on all fours, aiming his huge ass back at the hunk. He handed him a condom and then a few seconds later, that huge dick was buried all the way inside his ass. It felt incredible. Todd's mind went blank as the guy started to thrust into him with such force, the bed creaked non-stop beneath them even though he was standing at its side. To this day, he could still feel how hard the guy's hips had smacked against his ass and how much he'd moaned and groaned in pleasure.

The big hunk took a firmer grip on Todd’s waist as he leaned forward and covered his body with his as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. Todd had never been fucked so hard and aggressively in his life, but he loved it. He would’ve been happy to have kept going all night, free of additional charge, but between grunts, the guy told him his friends were waiting for him. Todd grunted and nodded back as he was thrust into harder and faster.

Both of them were panting and moaning in pleasure when a couple minutes later as the guy came, Todd literally felt the tip of the condom start inflating inside of him. As he came (and came and came,) the guy told him he’d been saving up his load for weeks, waiting to put it in a guy as sexy as Todd.

The stripper let out an appreciative grunt as he felt the ball of cum continue to grow, further expanding his hole. Huge as this one was, Todd couldn’t believe one man was capable of producing such a load. His balls were big, but they weren’t that big… The thought of so much cum was so insanely hot to him, his dick, hard but untouched, started to spurt, coating his… belly?

But Todd didn’t have a belly… He had enviable and defined abs he’d worked long and hard to get back after the birth of the twins. The last time he’d had a belly was while he’d been pregnant with them and then for some time after till he got back in shape. The last time he’d felt bloated like this was…

Before he could finish the thought, he heard a muffled pop that was coupled with a sharp sensation that caused him to grunt in surprise. Todd grunted again when he felt what seemed to be gallons of cum coating his insides, filling them to the brim. Between the size of the guy, the force of the intense fucking and the copious amount of cum filling it, the condom had broken.

“Oops!” The guy chuckled as he pulled out and saw the broken condom. “Don’t worry, I’m clean,” he assured as Todd rolled over onto his back and started to rub his bloated midsection. “But you probably wanna go get rid of all that!” He winked as he eyed the bulge he’d left behind.

Todd knew he was right, but he didn’t want to move. He didn’t think he could at the moment… He knew there was a risk of pregnancy, but he had some time before he had to get up and empty out. Besides, the risk was low and he never imagined he’d end up as pregnant as he eventually did. How could he have?

The guy hurried to get dressed then came over and planted a kiss on Todd’s forehead. Todd was still smiling and tried to speak to ask the guy for his name and number so maybe they could do this again, but his brains had literally been fucked out. Smirking, quite pleased with himself, the guy left, closing the door behind him, leaving Todd to drift off and dream about the amazing encounter they’d just had.

Even after waking a few hours later and getting rid of what he could of the load before heading home, Todd’s lower abdomen remained bloated. It stayed bloated for another few days.

A few weeks later, he started to feel sick. Thanks to his first pregnancy, he knew the symptoms quite well. Todd didn’t need to take a pregnancy test to know he was knocked up again. Once the morning sickness passed, he made an appointment with his doctor to find out how knocked up he was, assuming he was expecting his third child. One more wouldn’t be too hard to manage alone…

But the big stud hadn’t knocked him up with one more. He’d knocked Todd up with quadruplets. By the time Todd had gotten around to confirming his pregnancy, not that he actually would’ve, but it was too late to do anything about it. He’d been OK with that when he assumed he’d been having one, but four?! That was way more than he’d bargained for but there was nothing he could do about it now other than hope he’d be able to manage.

There was a lot to worry about, first and foremost being his job… With two children already, Todd literally couldn't afford to lose it, nor could he afford to take time off while he grew (and grew and grew) and then gradually, hopefully got back in shape. Now that money was a concern, Todd started working more, performing almost every night, even during the week when the club was much less crowded.

Between all the work, caring for the twins and growing the quadruplets, Todd quickly became exhausted but that was how it had to be. He figured his days as a stripper were numbered, that as soon as he started to show, Derek would fire him and he'd be left without a job and seven mouths to somehow feed. Just when his fears grew to practically consume him, Todd's belly had grown enough to be noticeable and Derek pulled him aside. As soon as he sat down in his office, Todd thought for sure he was about to get fired.

“You're pregnant, aren't you?” Derek asked, quickly cutting to the chase.

Todd nodded.

“How far along are you?”

“Two and a half months,” he replied.

“And you're already showing?” Derek frowned.

“Quads,” Todd explained. “A result of that guy who paid you for backstage access and me for a quicky…”

“Shit, man. I'm sorry,” the club owner shook his head. “You should've told me sooner.”

 “Would it have made a difference?” Todd huffed. “You probably would've just fired me then!” He rolled his eyes.

“Fired you?”

 “That's why I'm here now, isn't it?”

“No!” Derek laughed. “I brought you in here to confirm my suspicions and then confirm that you want to keep working for me!”

“Really?!” Todd asked in surprise, not having expected this.

“Yes! I think guys will be into a pregnant stripper. I think they'll really be into a really pregnant one!”

Thankfully, it turned out Derek was right. The bigger Todd's belly got, the more people started coming in to see him. As his pregnancy progressed (which it quickly started to do,) whatever he wore looked even smaller and tighter than it already actually was. The bigger he and his quads got, the more money Todd started bringing in. He got countless more offers for more “backstage fun,” but now that money wasn't an issue, he turned them all down, no matter how high the offer was.

Only halfway through his pregnancy, in just one night, performing twice, Todd made more than he made in two weeks before getting pregnant. Now, overdue, all it took was one performance for him to make as much as he used to in a month. The money had gotten to be so good, Todd couldn't help but already start to wonder if he should go and get knocked up again as soon as he could?

But not really… He did want to have more kids, but not like this. He wanted to have them with someone. Todd wanted to find a man who would love him and the kids he already had, as well as the ones they'd go on to have together. He wanted a big, bustling house he could stay home at and take care of while his man worked his big, important, well-paying job and provide financially for them.

Todd knew this was a dream and an unlikely one, but he still held out hope. Sometimes, he wished he could go back in time and do things differently so he had a better chance. He didn't regret his decisions, but he wanted more for himself and his children. As he reminded himself nothing was impossible, Todd smiled and continued to rub his belly.

Finally, the quads started to calm down. After performing and all their excitement, he was still sore all over, but at least his belly didn't feel like it was about to burst if he got kicked too hard…Todd took that as a sign it was time to get dressed and head home. 

After his thong broke, all he had left to take off was his teeny, tiny shirt. Todd had some trouble getting his underwear on. Not only did his belly get in the way, his big cock, full balls and massive ass all made it hard to pull the briefs all the way up. A lot of guys had told Todd he had the biggest dick he'd ever seen. Big and marvelous as it was, he was lucky enough to say that he'd seen (and experienced) bigger.

At the moment though, there was a very good chance he had the biggest balls ever… When some guys get pregnant, their balls really swell up with cum thanks to all the hormones, and Todd was one of them. Even though he'd ordered the biggest briefs he could find online, he was really putting them to the test in front and back, same as with his sweatpants.

Anything and everything Todd wore now was tight, which wasn't very comfortable when he was so tight himself. His massive t-shirt fit a little better than his bottoms, but not by much. After a lot of tugging, he realized he was as covered as he was going to get, so he turned and slowly waddled out of his dressing room, wondering if he'd still be pregnant the next time he returned?

As he exited the back door of the club, Todd was relieved that he seemed to have waited everyone out. As much as he loved his admirers, he was happy he wouldn't have to stop and chat, eager to get home. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, Todd realized someone was waiting for him though… He could've felt scared or nervous, but he didn't. Something immediately told him not to worry, so he continued his slow and ponderous approach.

Todd's instincts proved correct. As the guy pushed off the wall and stepped into the light, his heart skipped a beat as he smiled at him. Todd recognized the grin, those beautiful eyes and perfectly sculpted brows… He knew them all very well, though it had been some time since he'd seen them last.

Dustin Bauer was Todd's best friend growing up. They'd grown up and gone to school together till they graduated from high school. The guys had been inseparable and Todd had had a major crush on Dustin for well, forever, including to this day. When he thought about the man of his dreams, it was Dustin. Dustin embodied all his desires and requirements and it was him Todd wanted to spend the rest of his life with and at one point, thought he might be lucky enough to do just that?

But then everything changed. Life got in the way and they hadn't seen each other since shortly after graduating, almost five years ago. If Todd thought Dustin had been hot back then, now he looked incredible. Even though he was wearing a suit (which was perfectly tailored,) it was evident Dustin had taken excellent care of himself, all his muscles bigger than ever. As Todd stared up the inch Dustin had on him, he couldn't help but get immediately turned on (again) by the most perfect man he'd ever met.

“W-what are you doing here, Dustin?” He asked, voice shaking in disbelief.

“Surprise!” Dustin smirked down at him.

“I'll say!”

 “Me too,” he chuckled. “You look… amazing.”

Todd chuckled. “Right…”

“I'm serious,” Dustin nodded. “Can I give you a congratulatory hug, or would that be weird?” He asked as he opened his arms.

For the first time in years, Todd felt that amazing feeling he'd almost forgotten about as without a second thought, he waddled forward and wrapped himself in Dustin's embrace. It felt like home.

“What the heck are you doing here?!” He asked after a few seconds, still in shock. “At the club! In the city?!” He questioned as he forced himself to step back and leave the arms he found so much comfort in.

“I moved here a couple weeks ago and one of my co-workers invited me to come out and see the hottest pregnant guy he's ever seen,” Dustin winked down at him. “Imagine my surprise when I realized not only was he right, but said guy was you!”

 “Ohmygod…” Todd groaned. “I'm really happy to see you, but I can't believe you saw me perform?!” He rolled his eyes. “I'm so embarrassed!”

 “You shouldn't be.”

 “Right…” he said again. “So where's your co-worker?” He asked as he looked around, not seeing anyone.

“He left, I obviously stayed. I wanted to catch up and see you up close.”

“I'm pretty hard to miss!” Todd chuckled as he looked down at himself. “Quadruplets. Lucky me…” he smirked up at Dustin. He was about to say more when one of the babies suddenly kicked really hard, right behind his right lung, making him gasp in discomfort.

“Are you OK?” Dustin asked, voice filled with concern.

Todd nodded. “Just a strong kick. They still take me by surprise sometimes and needless to say, they don't feel too great.”

 “May I feel?” Dustin asked, raising his brows.

“You didn't feel that planet between us while we hugged?!”

 “Not as much as I'd like to,” he winked again.

“You can feel,” Todd nodded.

Dustin grinned as he placed his right hand on his belly and started to rub. Instantly, his gentle touch made Todd's entire bloated and tired body shiver but it also seemed to calm the babies back down. In just a few seconds, his belly had stopped trembling, now only his hands did as he anxiously held them at his side's, fighting the urge to reach out, grab Dustin and never let go.

“I’m happy for you,” Dustin said as he took his hand back. He said he was happy, but he didn’t look it. He looked like he wanted to keep his hand where it had just been.

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re getting what you always wanted… You always talked about wanting a big family, and here you are having four kids at once,” Dustin smiled. “You must be so happy and I’m sure your…” he paused to look at Todd’s left hand, not seeing a ring. “Husband? Boyfriend? They must be too.”

“No husband or boyfriend,” Todd replied quietly. “Just me and the kids. So not exactly what I wanted, but I am happy.”

Dustin seemed to perk up a little. “Oh! Well, even if things didn’t exactly go to plan, you’re still four steps ahead of me, or soon to be!” He chuckled as he looked at Todd’s belly again, seemingly unable to keep his eyes off it. “No kids for me. No husband or boyfriend either…” he trailed off as his cheeks flushed just like they used to when he got embarrassed.

The guys continued to catch up standing there in the dimly lit alley, though Todd did waddle over to lean against the wall for support. He sighed as he leaned back, his belly really thrusting out in front of him, catching Dustin’s gaze yet again.

“You can rub it some more if you want,” Todd offered with a nod.

“Yeah?”

“If you want to. If you don’t…”

He didn’t finish his sentence before Dustin’s hand was back on his belly, which was quickly followed by his other. As he stared and rubbed, he started filling Todd in on his life… After high school, he’d gone on to college and then landed a great job in London. His recent move to town had landed him an even better one with pay so incredible, Todd couldn’t believe there were people who made so much, but if anyone could or deserved to, it was Dustin. He’d done things right… He’d done things by the book and it had literally paid off for him. Todd was happy for him, really, he was. Dustin had always had big dreams and had done whatever he needed to to make them into realities.

Todd had always admired him for that and so much more… Dustin had always encouraged him to be the best he could be, and look where that had gotten him. Todd didn’t blame him for any of the choices he’d made, but now he disliked some of them even more. He could only imagine how disappointed Dustin must’ve been to find him dancing, no, stripping to feed the four babies he knew of, who didn’t have another father. 

Quite literally, Todd had been exposed many times before but now as he stood there in front of his friend, fully clothed (or as close to it as he could currently get,) he'd never felt more so in his life. It felt like good and/or bad, Dustin could see right through him.

Dustin went on about himself. He had more to share and be proud of. In just a few years, he’d achieved so much and obviously had more good luck and fortune coming his way. But eventually, all good things must come to an end. Dustin noticed that Todd seemed tired and offered to take him home. Todd had a car but hadn’t driven it in over a month on advice from his doctor not to get back behind the wheel till the babies were born, so he was just going to get an Uber or something. When he told Dustin as much, the taller man scoffed as his sexy smile grew.

“I’m taking you home,” he said as he took his hands from Todd’s belly and wrapped his left around his widened waist before slowly leading him to his car, a brand new Maybach.

The big, fancy car illuminated as they slowly approached, Dustin's arm still wrapped around Todd's waist. Only when they neared the passenger door did he relinquish his grip to open it for his fecund friend and move the seat back. All the way back. Even with it all the way back, there was only just enough room for Todd and his belly, which made him feel like a whale, but he wasn't too far off the mark.

As they drove the ten minutes to Todd's apartment, Dustin shared more. As it turned out, he ended up saving a lot of money while living in London. Since he didn't know anyone and was so busy and focused on work, he hadn't bothered renting somewhere fancy like he had now. He minuted the name of the street he'd moved to and Todd recognized it right away as it was the one he really wanted to live on because of how nice it was, but yeah, right!

Dustin's plan had been to pull up in front of Todd's building to help him out but when they arrived, he lucked out and found a spot almost just as close so he parked. After turning the Maybach off, he hurried around to help Todd out of it. Once his once again slightly breathless stripper friend was back on his feet, Dustin stepped back and offered him another one of his charming smiles.

“Can I walk you in?”

 Todd wanted to say yes right away, but he felt bad for having already accepted a ride home, so he politely declined. “You don't have to. I'll be fine.”

“I'd like to be sure of that,” Dustin replied, still smiling as he looped his left arm and nodded down at it, indicating he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

With a nervous smile back, Todd looped his right arm through then slowly set the pace towards his building. Once again, Dustin kept contact till he had to step forward and open the door. He kept his hand on his friend's back as he gently ushered him through, then continued to keep it there as Todd led the way through the lobby to the elevator.

As they rode up to his twelfth floor apartment, Todd caught Dustin looking directly at his belly and then at his ass in the elevator's mirror. The stripper was used to men staring at him, especially now, but Dustin's attention made him blush, so as soon as the doors opened, he waddled out of the elevator as fast as his heavy body allowed.

“Here we are… 12E,” he said once they reached his door. “Thanks for seeing me up. It was really nice to see you again, even if it was slightly embarrassing!” He chuckled as he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Dustin assured with a shake of his head.

“Easy for you to say!” Todd huffed and rolled his eyes again. “Anyway, maybe we can keep catching up over coffee or something?” He suggested, sounding uncharacteristically nervous.

“I switched to tea thanks to London.”

 “Tea works,” he nodded. “When I can't say,” he switched to shaking his head. “Kinda depends on when they decide to finally come out,” he said as he dipped his chin towards his belly, the bottom of it almost getting lost between his large, milk-filled pecs.

“Why wait?” Dustin shrugged. “They're giving us time now, aren't they?”

“I don't think they'll be coming tonight,” Todd confirmed. “But…”

“I have so many questions and we haven't seen each other in years! I dunno if I can wait till you have time again knowing you have it now… I talked to your boss, Derek, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well and he told me he gave you off tomorrow and since it's Saturday, I'm off too, so please…” Dustin said as he stepped closer, as much as Todd's belly allowed him without putting too much pressure on it. “Let me come in.”

While his touch was once again gentle, it was firm enough for Todd to be able to feel each and every one of Dustin's washboard abs, all eight of them. He fought hard against the urges to moan and (immediately) cave.

“Dustin…” he sighed. “I really do wanna catch up more, but I'm tired and I…”

The next thing he knew, Dustin's face was right in front of his, his lips barely but definitely touching his own.

“I know you want me to stay, Todd… It was dark, but I saw how much your face lit up when you saw me,” Dustin said in a whisper. “And I've seen how you've been looking at me with lust ever since… Haven't you noticed I've been looking at you the same?” He asked, raising his brows. “I've really missed you all these years, he nodded. “I want to…”

Before he got the chance to say anything else, Todd smashed his lips against his, keeping words from coming out, but not moans… Both of them moaned as they started making out in the hall. Dustin's hands started to roam his belly and now chest too as Todd frantically gripped at his shoulders, digging his fingers as deep and hard into the firm muscles as he could, like he was holding on to them for dear life. Maybe in a way, he was? He couldn't let go of Dustin now that he'd just gotten him back…

It was one of the best kisses Todd had ever had in his life. Not the best, but close… Not ready for it to end, he fumbled behind himself to open the door, more grateful than ever that he'd spent the money on a lock that recognized his hand print.

“Just… promise me…” he whispered between kisses. “You'll be super quiet. I have… I have neighbors, OK?”

“You know… I know… how to… behave,” Dustin replied as he carefully guided Todd backwards into the apartment, then silently shut and locked the door behind them.

He wanted to keep kissing… He never wanted to stop, but Todd knew he had to focus so he gently pushed himself back from Dustin then took his hand in his left while holding his right to his lips, indicating he wanted him to be silent. Dustin nodded, then let himself be led to Todd's bedroom, where after his friend closed the door, they got back to making out like, well, teenagers.

As they kissed, Dustin shed his suit coat, then his pants. All of a sudden, clothes were all over the floor. Stupidly, Todd thought he'd have the chance to set some guidelines, like “keep your shit together for when you leave,” but obviously, he'd lost himself to his lust, hormones and horniness.

As his slightly taller, slightly beefier friend uncovered more and more of his amazing body, Todd finally let his hands roam… He explored all the highs and lows of Dustin's heavily muscled torso, quickly honing in on his abs… The rest of him was great, but those abs were perfection. If he'd known how, Todd probably really could've done laundry on them, but till he learned, he'd be happy to “practice” with his hands and hopefully, mouth!

Still making out, Dustin gently guided Todd backwards till his calves bumped the foot of his bed. Their mouths remained locked as he slowly and carefully helped Todd sit, then he pulled back, giving his fecund friend his first good look at him naked.

What Todd saw was a body that would put any fitness model or pornstar to shame. Dustin wasn't as jacked as the guy who'd fathered the quadruplets, but his muscles were really big and perfectly shaped and proportioned, making Todd jealous miss his own muscles (mainly, his abs) all the more.

He lamented their loss till he lowered his gaze to Dustin's crotch. The biggest dick Todd had ever seen, the one that was bigger than his own, belonged to Dustin, and he knew how to use it!

“You look… amazing,” Todd said, almost totally entranced as Dustin moved closer, coming between his legs, his dick growing harder, bigger and longer as he did.

“Not as amazing as you,” Dustin replied as he reached out, grabbed Todd's shirt and started to pull it off, leaving him close to drooling in anticipation of what was to come.

Safe to say, he didn't want Dustin going home anytime soon. Ideally, not ever…

I couldn’t get enough of how his muscular body felt against mine. I couldn’t get enough of his big biceps, bulging pecs, and strong shoulders. I was getting so horny that I wanted to tear off his clothes and expose his magnificent upper body. However, I knew he was wearing one of his favorite T-shirts, so I preferred not to do it. Instead, I slipped my hands beneath his t-shirt and started caressing his chiseled abs. Matt was so incredibly hot, and my lust for him was consuming me.

Meanwhile, Matt continued kissing me like never before, making my knees weak. He lifted my T-shirt up to reveal my round belly. Ever since we found out I was pregnant, he had been madly enamored by my belly, taking every chance he got to rub it and make a cute comment about it. This time, though, there were no words, just a lustful physical admiration for each other’s body.

His hands traveled up to my thick pecs, filled with milk, which he loved a lot. I had grown used to him playfully squeezing my pecs or lovingly kissing them. He said they were the perfect complement to my beautiful pregnant form, which I found really cute and made me realize how much he enjoyed having me pregnant with his kid. As we continued making out, he slowly removed my T-shirt, soon followed by his own T-shirt. Feeling each other’s skin triggered a more intense arousal that left us panting in anticipation.

As his hands continued playing with my pecs and caressing my belly, my hands traveled down to his waist and reached back to his big bubble butt. Matt had the type of ass that looked thick and nice even without working, but after many hours in the gym, his butt was a sight to behold. I had never seen a better ass in my life, and his perfect backside was all mine.

I started passionately squeezing his big butt, and I heard soft moans escaping his lips as we kissed. Although I was pregnant, usually associated with more ass-wise activity, he knew that I loved to play with his ass, so he more than willingly allowed me to slide my hands inside his snug pants to grasp his well-developed, meaty, muscular ass. While I had a special liking for what he had at the front, I guess you know what I mean, playing with his ass was definitely my second favorite activity.

As my hands explored inside Matt’s pants and his hands worked wonders on my pregnant body, my cock got so painfully hard inside my pants that it made me groan whenever it throbbed. At the same time, I could feel his crotch pressing against the side of my belly, and given the size of his hard cock, I knew he was just as eager as I was to move to the next stage.

“Matt, I need you inside me… more than ever before... Please, I’m begging you… if that’s what you want… I need you, Matt. Fuck me, please!” I managed to say between kisses, and in an instant, Matt pulled down my pants and underwear, revealing my ample ass. He quickly kneeled down, removing my shoes and socks, leaving me fully naked in the most desperately horny state ever.

“Joey, you don’t have to beg. I can barely resist the urge to fuck you,” Matt said as he lifted me up like newlyweds and carried me to our bedroom. I was surprised by how easily he could lift me up, and the sight of his muscles flexing to carry me through our apartment was more than enough to make me lose my mind. My hands couldn’t resist exploring Matt’s strong pecs, and in that moment, I felt like I was falling in love all over again.

When we entered our room, he carefully placed me on the bed and then took off all his clothes. I was so horny and desperate for Matt’s dick that I even felt my hole somewhat squirming. For a brief moment, I wondered if it was a contraction, but as soon as he removed his pants and underwear, my thoughts were consumed by lust for the magnificent size of his thick 10-inch-dick buried deep inside my ass. There was something about how hard his cock looked that made me want to have that big thing inside me forever.

I was literally drooling, and as he approached, I couldn’t resist reaching forward and giving his dick a firm stroke. Not only was his cock long, but it was also pretty thick, making it impossible for my hand to fully encircle it. This had been a challenge when we first met because I could barely handle his size. However, over time, my body had adjusted to accommodate the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I mischievously smiled as I continued teasing him, knowing that the massive dick in my hands would put many more kids inside me for years to come.

I looked up at Matt’s face, and his smile sent shivers down my spine. He was by far the most handsome man I had ever met, and he was only mine. As our eyes locked, I leaned in and took the big head of his dick in my mouth, at least as much as I could. I tried my best to accommodate its size, and I used my tongue to tease his slit, making him shudder uncontrollably.

Loud moans escaped his lips, and I couldn’t resist reaching for his bull balls to playfully fondle them. Matt’s balls had always been big. I loved to play with them. I always called them “bull balls” due to their impressive size and fullness, but as I played with them, I noticed they felt even bigger and fuller than ever before.

After teasing him for about a minute, he gently pushed me onto my back in bed. He got on top of me and started kissing my pecs, moving down to my navel and then up again to my neck. It was cute, but I knew his intentions. His lips started getting closer to my nipples, and I couldn’t contain my moans. He knew my nipples were really sensitive, so he started teasing them with his lips and tongue. In an instant, he had me panting and begging for more.

As he kept playing with my pecs, he started lifting my legs to get me in position for what we had been waiting for. I was already moaning, but I knew that what lay ahead would be an even more intense sensation. With my legs up, I felt the big head of his cock pressing against the entrance of my hole, sending shivers down my spine. His kisses moved higher until our eyes met. Our lips locked tightly together. We couldn’t speak, but it felt as though we were communicating on a much deeper level.

With his abs tightly pressed against my belly, he pushed forward and managed to fit the big head of his dick inside my hole. I mentioned that my body had adjusted to the size of Matt’s dick, but what I meant was that I could at least take it, which I initially couldn’t. However, that didn’t mean it wasn’t a tight fit. As he pushed inch after inch of cock into my squirming hole, it felt as though I was being blissfully torn in half. I loved how he made me feel so full and, at the moment, he was making me feel extra full.

When Matt’s hips began to buck, my moans grew louder, and my entire body felt weak. With each passing second, his thrusts got faster and harder than ever before. He smiled at me while his pounding made me feel like I would faint. My mind was blank, and my body was unresponsive. I couldn’t speak even the simplest words, and even then, he continued pounding hard into me. The room was filled with the sounds of my moans, his groans, and the loud clapping sound caused by his body hitting mine whenever he thrust into me.

The sensation and pleasure coursing through my body was different, much better than I had ever felt. I had been longing for a hard fuck for months, and Matt was fucking me better than I could’ve even imagined. I was so lost in pleasure that I lost track of time, and the world around us disappeared. I felt like there was nothing else but Matt, me, and our baby boy who was kicking up a storm inside my belly. As Matt fucked me hard, my hands instinctively rubbed my belly in an attempt to calm down the baby.

I was overwhelmed with pleasure, and it seemed that Matt was feeling the same. We were both sweating, and the sounds of sex were getting louder. On top of it all, with each of his powerful thrusts, it felt as though Matt’s cock was reaching deeper. I thought it was just my mind tricking me because I was high on pleasure, but a part of me wanted to believe that his cock was growing. Also, the impact of his bull balls against my ass felt different too. The force and the sound behind each collision led me to believe they were growing too.

All of these sensations pushed my arousal to unprecedented levels, making my hard cock leak like never before. A part of me wanted to believe that I was actually crazy, as the overwhelming sensations just didn’t make sense. However, I was too high on pleasure to pay attention to my rational thoughts. I looked at Matt’s face, and he was clearly as consumed by pleasure as I was. He looked so hot and virile and was so grateful that he was all mine.

“Joey, I’m so close. I feel like… my balls are about to burst. I need to cum so badly,” Matt said as his thrusts became stronger but more erratic.

“Go ahead. Fill me up,” I managed to say between moans, wrapping my legs around Matt’s strong waist.

His powerful thrusts made me see stars, and just a few seconds after his warning, my own body couldn’t handle the pleasure Matt was giving me. My dick started shooting huge globs of cum onto my belly and Matt’s abs. It seemed like this was all it took for Matt to finally lose control because while I was still shooting, I felt his dick literally exploding inside me, sending a massive wave of cum into my squirming hole. I had no idea how it was possible, but his creamy seed was just flowing into my ass like a river, and what an abundant river it was.

I moaned loudly as I felt my belly filling up with Matt’s immense load, making it bigger and more taut. My hands stayed on my belly, feeling it expand as the flow of cum continued entering my body with the force of a fire hose. Even though I could barely think, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was real or just my imagination. I knew a man couldn’t cum that much, but my growing belly confirmed it was indeed real.

I lost track of time again, and I couldn’t comprehend how or why Matt was cumming like a geyser. Matt’s body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm. His face was blank, and I could tell he was just as surprised as I was. Then, memories of Sam and Chris at the bakery shop flooded my mind, and I remembered the warning about the cookie and the cupcake. With wide-open eyes, I realized this was why Matt only had to take a small bite. The massive load was a result of how potent the cookie was.

“Just a small bite,” we both said to ourselves in a frightened tone as Matt’s cum shots weakened, and we finally came down from our highs. It seemed like we both thought about the cookie and the cupcake, and things started to make sense, at least a bit.

When Matt finally stopped cumming, we were catching our breath, unable to speak. Despite our confusion, we smiled at each other, and he leaned in to kiss my lips, but we noticed that he couldn’t get as close to me as he used to. We looked down and saw that my big belly had grown to almost twice its size before our love-making session. We were surprised, but considering the size of Matt’s recent load, it made sense, somehow.

“I did that? I mean, I-I… that’s my…” he said, struggling to find the right words to describe my big, tight-looking belly.

“That’s your baby and your cum in there. You, big stud, filled me up like a balloon,” I said playfully and gently caressed my big belly. As I did so, I felt his dick throbbing inside me, clearly ready for round two.

“I should probably pull out before I lose control and get that belly even bigger,” he joked, but I found the idea really hot.

He started pulling his hard dick out of my hole, and I immediately noticed it felt different. It was an unusual feeling, but it was evident something had changed. As the tip of his dick finally popped out of my hole, we both realized what had happened– his cock had grown. We both stared at it in awe, as I estimated it was at least 16 inches long and easily 5 inches in diameter. Below, the impressive sight was completed by melon-sized balls that looked fuller than ever before.

“The fuck happened to me? Am I hallucinating?!” Matt shouted in clear disbelief. Although I was taken aback, I could barely resist the urge to suck on that huge dick as my mind was consumed by the most lustful thought I had ever experienced.

“That’s definitely not a hallucination and… fuck, I can’t believe I had all of that inside me just a few seconds ago,” I said, unable to hide my excitement. Matt looked at me in confusion, realizing I wasn’t scared but gladly surprised. Then, I saw a proud grin slowly spreading across his face.

Before I could say anything, I felt an intense pressure in my lower belly, which made me groan in discomfort. I realized it was a contraction, very likely triggered by Matt’s hard fucking and the size of his dick. I took deep breaths through the contraction but then felt a massive rush of water coming out of my ass, soaking the mattress. My water had broken, and it seemed like Matt had accelerated the labor process way too much.

As more contractions came, I started grunting and groaning. Although our original plan was for me to go to a hospital, before we could do anything, I felt our baby getting in position in my birth canal. I clutched my belly and gritted my teeth, and tears streamed down my face. It was extremely painful, and the fact that it was all happening within a few minutes made it even more intense and frightening.

“We need to go. I’ll call an ambulance. We… we need to take you to the hospital,” said Matt as he attempted to move off the bed.

“We don’t have time,” I managed to say. “You really sped things up with that big dick of yours. This baby is coming now,” I added, and Matt’s face turned pale. “Please help me get on all fours. I read that it usually helps.”

“What? No! Joey, you need to see a doctor,” Matt said, but I just groaned in response as I felt the baby entering my birth canal and quickly making his way into the world. “I told you this was not a good idea. What if I hurt you? What if the baby is hurt?” Matt added, sounding scared, but I held his hand and nodded between contractions.

I knew he was scared, but he helped me change positions. As soon as I did, I felt something shifting in my belly, and the most intense pressure ever took over my abdomen. I screamed out loud, and Matt looked really scared. He rubbed my belly, but we were both confused because it felt like something was moving in my belly, even though our baby boy was almost crowning already.

“Is it… twins?” Matt asked me, but I couldn’t respond because the pressure on my hips and belly worsened.

Then, as we both considered the possibility of another baby, which wasn’t bad, I felt my belly bulging outwards and a tingling sensation spreading all over my hips and ass. Matt and I saw my belly swelling pretty quickly before our eyes. I had no idea what was happening, but I tried to focus on pushing our big baby boy out of my body, unaware that we had a long way to go before it was all over.

“Ryan, slow down. I’m kinda heavy, and I can barely keep up with your pace,” Hunter said, and I excitedly turned back to him. The fact that a short walk inside our apartment was a challenging task for him was a major turn-on for me.

“Sorry buddy, you know I get kinda excited about movie night, and I want you to see all the food I brought for you… I mean, for us,” I replied as Hunter placed his free hand on his lower back, making his big belly stick out even farther in front of him.

“Yeah, right. We both know I’ll end up eating most, if not all, of it,” Hunter laughed, and I smiled at him. He already knew how much I loved it when he surrendered to my desires, which aligned perfectly with his constant hunger and unstoppable growth.

Just a few steps ahead of us, the dining table was full of bags of food. I knew Hunter’s favorites very well, so I always brought the things that would make him eat the most. He had a special liking for cheeseburgers and french fries, so I had a few dozen burgers and tons of fries for both of us. Apart from that, some donuts for dessert since the sweets always got him in the mood for some wild sex. It was strange, but I knew better than to deny him what he wanted.

I took part of the food out and placed it on the table for him to see the amount I wanted him to eat. I showed him the burgers, french fries, and donuts, and I could see his eyes shining bright in excitement. He rubbed his belly in anticipation of what was about to come. He came closer to me, and even with his big belly in the way, he kissed my cheek. He always did that to say thank you. I had already learned his nonverbal ways to communicate, so I knew he was super excited.

“What do you say if you sit on the couch, and I’ll bring this all for us to enjoy? I’ll let you pick the movie if you promise me all this food will be gone before the movie finishes,” I said and winked at him, already knowing what he would answer.

“You have a deal, mister,” he kissed my cheek again, and he started waddling to our living room. It still felt somewhat strange when he kissed me or when I kissed him, but it felt nice at the same time. I guess we weren’t only friends after all.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his ass as he walked away. I couldn’t help but get hard whenever we played this horny game, which was happening quite frequently. My cock got hard as Hunter waddled away, prompting me to take my clothes off, and my cock was finally able to stand at full mast. I sighed in relief.

Some specific aspects of Hunter’s appearance were turning me on a lot, and the more I looked at him, the more I convinced myself that it would be a super special night. I noticed that Hunter’s waddling was more pronounced than ever before, or perhaps it was due to his undeniably wider hips. It was clear he couldn’t walk normally, but given the size and weight of his big belly and his huge ass, it was to be expected. It was just a result of his heavy body being so… heavy.

Part of me wanted to skip the movie and the food and jump straight to fucking him because another detail caught my attention and turned me on even more. With each step he took, a soft moan escaped his mouth, and I was sure he didn’t even notice. It was like his own body was shouting out, both to him and to me, that he was getting way too big. Those moans, however, sounded so sexy that I could barely contain myself.

“Don’t leave me waiting for too long. I’m starving,” Hunter said as he reached the couch and plopped down heavily. I loved when he did that because it proved that he couldn’t handle how heavy he was getting.

“I’m on my way, big guy,” I replied, grabbing the bags of burgers and bringing them over to the couch.

Hunter was frantically rubbing his belly, but his face showed some discomfort. Considering his size and the amount of food I knew he had eaten, it was to be expected. However, I couldn’t help but get a little bit concerned when I handed him the bags of french fries, and suddenly, Hunter gritted his teeth. He was almost clutching his belly, and his breathing showed he felt some pain. Even then, he forced a weak smile to reassure me that he was okay.

“Told you. I’ve been having cramps all day, but they come and go suddenly. I’ll be alright,” Hunter said as the cramp passed, and he tried to get comfortable again. I nodded in response, but deep down, I knew the cramps weren’t that normal.

“If you say so, but if you’re too full, we can leave all the food for tomorrow,” I replied as I sat beside him on the couch. He smiled at me and, without saying a word, took a burger out of the bag and quickly unwrapped it. I smiled as he took a big bite of the burger and chewed with evident starve. The burger was gone in just a few seconds as he rubbed his tight belly.

I looked at his midsection for a while and noticed it was heaving up and down more than ever before. It was strange but so wonderful that I couldn’t stop looking at it. The more I looked at it, the more it looked like it moved. Hunter had been complaining about an annoying gas problem for a few months, so I thought the movement was related to that.

Hunter took another burger out of the bag and used the remote to search for a movie while devouring the second burger like it was nothing. With one hand busy with the remote and the other with the burger, I reached for his big belly to rub it. I was amazed by the sensation of his skin under my palm, which had stretched unbelievably taut over the past few months. What surprised me the most was that it didn’t matter how full and bloated Hunter looked; he always wanted more.

While I rubbed his belly and he kept eating burger after burger, accompanied by some french fries, memories of a special night flooded my mind. After the first time we had sex, the two of us didn’t do it again for 4 months. Even though we hadn’t fucked again after that night, we were already getting closer because we rarely wore clothes in front of each other.

On that particular night, when I arrived home from work, I found Hunter looking at his reflection in a full-length mirror he had in his bedroom. He stood sideways in front of the mirror, proudly holding his belly. While I had noticed his weight gain, it was only at that moment that I finally realized how big he was getting. His once-defined abs were gone, replaced by a round belly that made him look incredibly hot. He was completely entranced in his self-reflection while holding his belly, so he didn’t notice I was getting closer until I was right behind him, with my bulge pressing against his ass. I made sure he could feel my hard cock.

Hunter couldn’t contain a soft moan as we both rubbed his belly. It was getting pretty round, and I was amazed because it was getting so firm. While most of his body was getting fatter, which meant it was softer, his belly was different. My hands traveled up to caress Hunter’s pecs, which felt fuller than before. As soon as my hands touched around his nipples, he let out a deep gasp. He said that his nipples were really sensitive and unable to contain myself, I continued teasing his chest to hear him gasp and moan some more. Those sounds were like music to my ears.

As I continued to caress Hunter’s soft pecs, his hands remained on his belly, rubbing it in big circles. I was getting really horny, and Hunter was panting. Part of my mind was shouting that we were just friends and what we were doing wasn’t right. However, the more Hunter moaned and gasped, the more my horny thoughts took over me, making me long for more. Then, three words escaped Hunter’s mouth, igniting new levels of lust within me.

“Please, fuck me,” he said, and in a blink, my clothes were off. We moved to his bed, where he lay on his back, and I positioned myself on top of him. He looked so hot. His thicker body was perfect, and as I passionately and vigorously fucked him that night, I realized our friendship would never be the same again. That second time was even better than the first, and it initiated a new stage in our friendship because we started fucking frequently.

I smiled as I remembered that fantastic night when we had multiple rounds of the most mind-blowing sex I had ever experienced. Hunter was so hot back then, but now, sitting next to him on the couch, witnessing how much bigger he had gotten, I could only think about fucking him over and over again. However, my fantasy was cut when I felt a strong movement coming from his belly, making Hunter groan in discomfort.

I looked at him in concern, and even though the movement had been strong, Hunter continued eating as if nothing had happened. His flushed face and loud groans evidenced he had felt the movement, but he acted as if it was normal. Hunter was breathing heavily and constantly readjusting his heavy body on the couch, clearly uncomfortable. I knew something was wrong, but I remained silent because he acted like everything was fine.

“Buddy, what about an old comedy? Have you ever seen ‘Junior’ with Arnold Schwarzenegger? It’s a great move,” He suggested, pressing play. I wasn’t very familiar with that film, but I knew what it was about, and I could never resist a big man with a belly.

“Sure, sounds good,” I replied, but my eyes remained fixed on Hunter’s body instead of the TV. “Dude, are you okay? You look uncomfortable,” I asked as Hunter grabbed a handful of french fries and brought them to his mouth. I loved watching him fill his mouth to the brim, so I could only smile as he chewed and swallowed.

“I’m fine. I’m just really full, but I’m so hungry at the same t…” He was interrupted by his belly shaking violently again, and this time, Hunter couldn’t pretend to be good. He gritted his teeth again and clutched his belly while my hand was still on it. It felt strange because it wasn’t just movement from within but his skin suddenly getting so incredibly taut that I feared it would tear.

“Hunter, are you okay? Hey… talk to me,” I said as his tense body slowly relaxed. Hunter was sweating and as red as a tomato. I knew something was wrong, and as horny as I was, I knew our plans for the night were over. “I’ll call 911. Hold on for a second,” I added, attempting to stand up and get my phone, but he grabbed my hand and made me stay.

“No, no. I’m fine. It was just a really strong cramp. Just stay by my side. The belly rubs felt great, and if you could give my pecs a good massage, I’d appreciate it,” Hunter said as he leaned back again and caught his breath. He just took another burger and bit into it like he hadn’t eaten in days.

I was speechless because even though I knew something wasn’t right, he kept eating like nothing had happened. His face showed a lot of discomfort, and his belly was still shaking, not that hard, though. He smiled weakly at me, and even though I was concerned, I obeyed him and got my hand on his pecs. They felt incredibly full and plump. They had been soft and kinda saggy when he started gaining weight, but now they felt plump and full. It was a weird feeling, just like his belly, but I loved to massage his big pecs.

“Hunter, maybe we should just go to bed. You don’t have to eat this all,” I said, and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m fine. Also, there’s only one burger left. I finished the fries too, so you better get those donuts ready for me, big stud,” Hunter said, sounding really cool about everything but sweating even more than before. His breathing was getting heavy again. I continued massaging his pecs, occasionally teasing his nipples. I knew he loved whenever I played with his nipples, and despite my concern for him, I really wanted him to enjoy my touching.

Hunter finally finished devouring the 36th burger a few seconds later, and his belly looked so incredibly round and full that I wondered how it hadn’t exploded yet. His skin glistened from being stretched so tightly. It was drum-tight. Hunter lovingly caressed his huge belly as if he was enamored by its size. I also loved his belly, but there seemed to be a peculiar connection between the belly and his mind. It was a bit strange.

I was so entranced by Hunter’s huge belly that I didn’t notice my hand was getting moist. Initially, I thought it was sweat, but looking at my hand, I realized it was coated in a white liquid, which was definitely not sweat. When I looked at Hunter’s pecs, I noticed the white liquid was oozing from his nipples. I knew Hunter was a man, but I would’ve sworn he was lactating. 

“Hunter, what’s… what’s that?” I asked, a little bit scared.

“What? Haven’t you seen…” He was abruptly interrupted by his belly violently contracting, and this time, it made Hunter scream in pain. I was scared, and it all got worse when I felt the couch beneath us getting wet. I thought Hunter had peed right there, which was not a good sign. I wanted to stand up and get my phone, but Hunter held my hand so tightly that I couldn’t move. Then, I looked up at the TV and saw Arnold Schwarzenegger holding his own belly. That image triggered memories from the past few months, making me realize what was happening.

It wasn’t supposed to be possible, but it all matched. I looked at Hunter and saw that he was still in immense pain, unable to speak. I looked at his pecs, and I realized he was indeed lactating. It wasn’t sweat. Then, I looked at his belly and knew that the movement was caused by a baby, or babies if the size of Hunter’s belly was any indication. And the wetness on the couch… it was his water breaking.

“Hunter, you’ll say I’m crazy, but I think you’re in labor,” I managed to say as Hunter screamed out in pain once again, indicating his contractions were one on top of each other. Our movie night had become a very special one.

Julian shook his head, trying to make sure that what he had just heard was real. “I'm sorry, what?” 

The doctor seemed completely unbothered. “We would implant an artificial uterus and after a year, you would start the fertilization process.” She said. 

Julian was slack jawed, staring at her like she had four eyes. “Yo-you can't be serious right? I mean, that's impossible!” 

She smiled. “Not anymore!”

He stared at her for a moment and She awkwardly cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses. “You haven't signed anything yet, you can always back out now.” She said. “But before you do, I advise that you read through everything, we could use your help.”

Julian paused. He’d grown up all his life in an old house as the oldest of six. He watched his mom struggle alone as she tried to keep them afloat. She worked all day and still managed to have time to bond with all of them. She was the strongest person he knew, and he admired her, but he had gone to college and tried to get a job to avoid being in another situation like that, especially if he decided to have kids. 

But this could be different. According to the contract, he’d be getting paid for his troubles, along with free room, board, daycare, and groceries. The deal was sweet. Too sweet.

“What's the catch?” He asked. 

The doctor smiled. “Nothing. All that we ask of you is that you test out new medications when they come out.” She said. 

He tried to read her expression, searching for a hint of insincerity or a speck of malice. He read her name tag again.

“So basically, to have more kids for the next few years? Is that it, Dr. Hopkins?” He prodded. 

Dr. Hopkins kept her smile. “That's all! Right now, the AU lasts for about ten years, so it will most likely be until then.” She explained. “Unless you renew your contract.”

That could be a lot of testing, even if they didn't develop many drugs over that time. Who knows how many kids he could end up having. Could he really keep up with that? 

He sighed deeply and held out his hand. “Give me the clipboard.”

He read through the contract, hanging onto every word. He kept notice of the clauses for complications and consent and made sure he knew exactly what the agreement was.

The market for his degree was dead right now, if he could have this support for however long it took to get another or find a well paying job, this could really help him…

“Do you need a moment, Mr. Perez?” Dr. Hopkins asked. 

…And having a family would be nice, especially since he wouldn't have to worry about costs. 

At that, Julian took out his pen. “No, I've made my choice.” He said. 

~~~

Julian pulled up his shirt, exposing his still flat stomach and the scar that ran between his hips. On the outside, nothing had changed, but on the inside, that was a different story. 

The trial itself, despite already having so much behind it, was still in its early stages. Julian was one of the first; and before he would test any of the drugs, he'd have to have a normal pregnancy first. 

He looked at the ultrasound, a couple of pictures that he had taped onto the corner of his mirror. Whatever was inside of him looked like a blob on the screen, but apparently, it would turn into a baby. 

Somehow, he was pregnant. After six months straight of implantations, monitoring, and waiting, there it was, barely a blip on the radar. The trial was very intense, so they had managed to catch it pretty early at just 5 weeks and two days.  

That fact petrified him. At that point, whatever was growing inside of him was barely above microscopic. He was in charge of keeping something so fragile alive. He almost wished that he didn't know, he still had over four more weeks until he was in the clear. 

Sure, he could lose this one at any point after that, but it was less likely. This was the farthest that he had gotten as of now, he just hoped that he would get lucky this time. 

~~~ 

He woke up to the stars twinkling outside of his window, it was a view like he had never seen in the city. Where there was hardly any light, and he only had a few neighbors, the heavens above shone brighter than he had ever seen before. 

At night, he could actually hear the frogs croaking and the owls hooting. In the morning, the birds would sing their songs, dew would grace his windows and the morning glories would bloom. 

Who knew that something like this was just out of the way of the loud, busy city where he had grown up. In the peace and quiet with all of the space that was there, it would be the perfect place to raise a family, and to be away from the prying eyes of the public.

Being a pregnant cis man was impossible until recently, so it brought a lot of attention. Genesis was like that; big, bold, and controversial, but at least they had some sense when it came to the wellbeing of their subjects. 

Carefully, Julian sat up in his bed and stretched as high as he could. His gravid belly seemed to try to pull him down. It wasn't that bothersome now, but when he tried to move, it was like it aimed to make it as hard as possible. 

As his hands caressed the air, he felt a ripple of pain slip through him. It was sudden and his breath caught in his throat. The second it passed, he felt like he could breathe again. When his belly loosened, he felt a tiny kick. He rolled his eyes and touched where he felt his baby last, hoping to soothe it. 

“I'm already on bed rest, at least let me get comfortable.” He muttered. 

He knew there was no sense in begging. No matter how old a child was, they weren't going to listen. At that thought, he felt another kick against his hand. He dropped his jaw, pretending to be shocked. 

“The audacity! It's my body, you just happen to be living here rent free.” He joked. 

There was no direct response, but he could still feel shifting from the inside. “You’ve got nothing to say now, do you?” He dared. 

He waited a moment, hoping to continue with what he chose to see as banter, but it seemed his little one had had enough for now. He rolled his eyes and not so smoothly, tried to roll out of bed. As soon as his muscles tensed, another wave of pain crashed into him. His belly seemed like it was trying to curl up against him. He felt as if his hips were going to break open. He squatted low and tried to force in a breath.

He gasped through the contraction, stuck clutching his bed frame for support. He had felt contractions before, but this one was definitely different. If he was right, maybe he was finally in labor!

“Ugh.” He groaned as the pain passed. He climbed to his feet and rubbed his sore back. He took a deep breath and it filled him with air, a sensation he hadn't felt in months until his belly dropped. 

Slowly, he trudged to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

Before he knew it, five weeks and 2 days had become thirty-six weeks and five days. As he got later into his pregnancy, the days seemed to stretch longer and longer. Being forced to sit around most of the day didn't help either. 

As he spit toothpaste into the sink, he felt a kick on the lower end of his bump. 

“Good morning to you too.” He murmured. 

For good measure, two embryos were implanted each time, so when two heartbeats show up during his six week ultrasound, he shouldn't have been too surprised. Despite knowing that, he still thought he was gonna shit himself that day. 

As another contraction ripped through him, he almost thought that he would this time. 

“I really hate this feeling.” He moaned. He could feel his hips opening up, making room for the baby's head. He rolled his neck and put his hands on his aching back, hoping to get some relief. The stretch made him feel only slightly less stiff. 

Finally, the contraction stopped, leaving him to huff on his own, rubbing circles into his lower back. 

“Maybe I’ll feel better if I do something else.” He thought aloud. 

With his hands on his hips, he walked around the house, stopping to lean on the wall through contractions. He wasn't sure why anyone would do this for free. Kids are cool and all, but this part? Sucked. 

He found himself squatting by the couch, letting another burst of pain rush through him. Even though his womb was artificial, it was completely connected to him. He felt every squeeze and heave that it made, forcing him to whimper through it. 

Julian took in another deep breath. His belly loosened and hung low between his legs. He held onto the couch tightly, feeling the pain pass. 

“Ugh, God. This blows.” He groaned.

Carefully, he slid down to the floor and sat down, leaning back into the couch. He kept his legs open, closing them was too uncomfortable at this point.

Just as he began to relax, he felt another searing cramp begin to build up. He clenched his jaw and took in a sharp breath, as he did, he felt something pop.

He frowned curiously and looked down when the pain washed over him. He thumbed his waistband and angled his hips up. He pulled down his pajama pants and saw a wet patch on the back of them. Then he touched his boxers.

“Gross.”

His butt felt slimy and wet. As he recovered from his last contraction, the realization came to him. 

“Oh shit.”

His water had just broken.

He looked up at the arm of the couch and threw his arm around it. Forcefully, he pulled himself up, using it as a crutch. As he moved, he felt his first baby’s head pressing on his cervix. At this point, there was no doubt that he was about to give birth. 

“I gotta call the nurse.”

Holding his heavy orb of a belly, he hobbled back to his bedroom. He reached for his cell phone on the nightstand. He grabbed it, but he couldn't seem to get a good grip on it. His hand shook and it clanged against the wood. 

He huffed in frustration and tried to steady his hand. He grabbed it again and started to put in the passcode, but his thumb slipped and it fell out of his hand again. This time, the desk wasn't under him anymore and it bounced off of the floor and slid under the bed. 

Julian stared at the floor with a dead expression. 

“Ughhh.” He groaned. 

Now he would have to go and get it. Bending over was already taxing enough, but now he had to figure out how to find his phone under the bed! Thinking quickly, he trudged back to the kitchen. His body couldn't quite match the pace of his hurried mind. 

He walked to the fridge; beside it were the broom and dustpan that he kept. He grabbed it and walked as quickly as he could, back to his bedroom. Hopefully, he could use this to push the phone back to him if it wasn't too far away. 

Julian rushed into his room and started towards the bed. He leaned onto the frame and used it to safely sit down on the floor. He sighed deeply with the effort that it took. 

Using the broom handle, he reached under the bed, poking around for his phone. During the first few taps he didn't feel anything but the hardwood floor, but finally, he heard the sound of glass. 

He really hoped that it wasn't broken. 

Carefully, he set the broom behind the phone and began to reel it in. While he pulled, another contraction snuck into him. In surprise, he dropped the broom and leaned into the bed. 

The pressure was unlike anything that he had ever felt. With one single cramp, he felt like his insides were going to fall out of him. He reached up, gripping the mattress tightly as he rocked. 

After a moment, it finally ended and he drew in a deep gasp. Tears welled in his eyes. Briskly, he wiped them away, trying to focus on the task at hand. 

He grabbed the broom again and dragged it, but there was no weight on its end. He frowned and poked around, feeling nothing but the floor. 

“Oh, great. Where is it?” He grumbled. 

He shoved the broom handle farther under the bed, leaning as far as his belly would let him. Finally, he heard the sound of the broom hitting the glass screen. He tried to pull it in, but he found that he didn't have enough momentum. It was at the other end of the bed, against the wall. The entire broom had all but disappeared under the frame. 

“Shit!” 

Hastily, he pulled again. The broom snagged and dragged something under the bed. 

“Yes- hooh…” Another contraction hit his belly and fluid poured out of him. With a quiet pop, he felt his baby slip past his cervix into his modified birth canal. 

“No no! Not now.”

Julian pulled the broom closer and reached under the bed, forgetting his burden. As he tried to grab his phone, his heart dropped before he could even realize what was happening. 

He slipped on his own mess. It felt like he was moving in slow motion as the floor rose up to meet him. As quickly as he could, he grabbed his belly and turned to the side. 

He heard the impact before he felt it. With his hand on his belly, he tried to sit up. His arm throbbed underneath him and trembled under his weight. By now, he had forgotten about the phone, he just needed to get up. 

“Come on, come on.” He urged himself. 

He tried his hardest to pull himself into a seated position, but as soon as he did, he felt something hard in his ass. He nearly fell again when the pressure filled him up. 

Stuck in an uncomfortable position, he moved his free hand from his belly to the seat of his pants. He cupped his hand around his throbbing hole, feeling the peak of a head. 

Quickly, he dropped his hand to support himself and pulled his knees upwards. As he moved, he felt his belly shrink under the pressure of a contraction. 

“Oh shit.” He moaned.

Now that his water had broken and the head was sticking out, it hurt so much more. His arms shook under him, bending at the elbows. 

Tears filled his eyes as he tried to push through, but the effort only made the head spread out his ring further. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't give birth in this position!

Shakily, he sighed and let his arms give. He sank back onto his side, defeated. His belly heaved beside him and a gush of liquid fled his body as the head popped out into his boxers. Fully crowned.

“Ugh.” He winced.

Taking the arm that he wasn't lying on, he reached for the waistband of his boxers, hooking his finger into them. Slowly, he circled the band and pulled. The air in the room felt cold on his wet skin. He sighed in relief as the tight band was pulled off of his hips. Feeling thankful as the pressure decreased. The marks on his skin itched, but he couldn't focus on that. 

As soon as his boxers reached his knees, the baby twisted inside of him. He gasped in surprise, feeling the shoulders sink down. 

For the first time, he gritted his teeth and pushed. His first baby came spilling out of him like it was nothing, falling into his boxers. Immediately, the adrenaline rushed through him and he finally pulled himself up onto his tailbone. 

Reaching down, he grabbed his baby girl and held her in his arms.

“You're… really… impatient…” Julian panted.

His daughter’s cries were loud, but like music to his ears. Tiny tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she curled and worked in his grasp, kicking his tiny legs. 

“It's okay, honey.” He whispered, wiping away her tears. He brought her close to his chest, letting her feel his warmth. Eventually, her cries became soft whimpers as she curled into him. 

He sighed deeply. His legs were still spread wide with the umbilical cord hanging between them, connecting him and his child. 

Carefully, he rubbed her back, soothing her. He threw his head back against the bed, finally letting himself relax. It seemed his next baby wasn't coming yet. Maybe then, he’d have time to bond with his daughter. 

Or-

He whipped his head around, seeing his phone creeping just under the bed. The screen seemed to wink when he remembered that it was there. 

-he could finally call the nurse!

Snatching up the device, he let it scan his fingerprint and he was in. As quickly as he could, he put in three digits that would lead him to his nurse, Anita. 

The line rang for a solid five seconds before she picked up. 

“Genesis service desk. How may I help you?” A calm voice asked. 

“Hello? This is Julian Perez. I just gave birth to my first kid and I need my nurse ASAP.” He said. 

He heard the sound of typing from the other end. “Alright. Who is your nurse?” They asked. 

“Anita Liu.” He replied. 

His answer was followed by more typing. “Okay. You said first. How many babies are you carrying?” The operator asked. 

“Two.” Julian said, wincing as another wave of pain rushed through him. “Hurry! I think the next one’s coming.” He said. 

“Don't worry Mr. Perez. She’ll be there in about seven minutes. Just hang on.” They said. 

“Oka- AUGH!”

This contraction was even stronger than the rest. He couldn't help but push with it as it forced his hand. 

“Mr. Perez?” 

Another burst of fluid vacated his body with a splash, he felt another head slip past his cervix. He wasn't expecting there to be so much, even though he knew that they were Di/di twins.

His water soaked the floor below him. His belly contracted again right after, tightening against him. 

“Shit.”

The head began to spread him out and his hole opened up. Slowly, the baby crawled down his birth canal. 

“Mr. Perez! Are you alright?” The operator asked. 

“Nngh! It's coming!” He cried. 

Amniotic fluid kept leaking from him steadily. His once large belly, shrank and he could see the outline of his womb, clinging to his baby. 

He heard typing on the other side, but he wasn't paying attention, he had to get this baby out. As the second child’s head slipped down, it grazed his prostate. His limp dick twitched as the baby approached his asshole. 

“Oh…” He moaned. 

This baby was bigger than the first, not by much, but since it was being born slowly, it had the chance to fill him up. As it twisted, it's harder points hit his spot and his dick became hard. 

There was no way this was happening. What was going on? How could he be getting hard while he was in pain?

But it was out of his control. He dropped his phone and threw his head back onto the mattress. When he pushed, he felt everything. The head pressed against his opening, challenging the outside world. 

He was so sore, but he was so full. His dick was fully erect now and leaking precum. He gasped at the odd mix of pain and pleasure, forcing his baby downwards. 

But as he did, he just felt more pressure. He touched his belly, it was still hard. He was still stretched from the womb down . There was no way that one baby was that big. 

But another contraction interrupted his train of thought. He curled into himself and pushed. The head slowly pressed him outwards, but barely came out. 

Tiredly, Julian lifted his legs and pulled them back by the knees, pulling himself apart as much as he could. His hole stretched out and forward with the baby.

“Come on!” 

As hard as could, he put his chin to his chest and grunted, growling his baby out to a full crown. 

He gasped for air, feeling his child spreading himself to the widest degree. It didn't even move as he breathed, his body couldn't do much on its own. 

“Mr. Perez, she's on her way.” The operator assured him.

Julian panted, trying to catch his breath. All he could do was nod, even though he knew that the person on the other end couldn't see him. 

He angled his hips upwards and pushed again. With a loud pop, the head burst free. The shoulders turned and popped out of him one by one. 

As the baby’s body was released from his own, he still felt full and pressured. He pushed once more as the feet fell from him and another head suddenly gushed out of him with a splash of fluid. 

He gasped in surprise as he finally spilled over, cumming onto his still swollen belly. The head hung in his battered hole, the smallest of his babies. He barely even had to push before both shoulders exploded from him. 

His whole lower body throbbed from the effort, as his final baby slipped out from inside of him. Two boys lay between his legs as he held his daughter close. 

“Oh my God.” He said, shuddering from exhaustion. 

How had they missed his son's twin? Was it because he was so small? 

He reached for his oldest son and held him as he screamed and cried. His third child lay face up, reaching up towards him.

A stray tear ran down Julian’s face as he realized that he couldn't hold all three of them at once. It felt cruel that he only had two arms. He didn't want his baby to be alone, he needed him. 

Carefully, he lifted his daughter onto the bed and reached for his youngest. As soon as the little baby felt his warmth, his cries quieted. He leaned into his father as if he was trying to absorb him. 

His first pregnancy and he had already had triplets. The next ten years were going to be wild ones. He could already imagine what Genesis would have him do next. 

As he sat with his children, he heard the front door open and footsteps coming from down the hall. Just a few minutes too late, Anita skidded into the room, her green eyes wide with surprise. 

“Julian! Are you okay?” She asked. 

Julian nodded. “We’re okay.” He said. 

“I’ll be right back, just hang on. You still need to get the placentas out.” She said.