A massively pregnant man carrying ridiculously overdue and obese multiples, constantly on the verge of giving birth. He's panting and groaning on the couch, rubbing his bare, hairy belly because his shirt doesn't even begin to cover it and is instead stretched tightly over his engorged, leaking daddy tits.
"Gonna pop..." he's been moaning for months, feeling a head the size and weight of a bowling ball low in his hips, ready to fall right out from between his thick thighs. "Ohhhh, fuck, need to birth... t-too big... gonna burst...!"
His partner laughs as he passes by, rubbing the round, heavy daddy's belly, apparently just a bit too hard. His water breaks, flooding out of him and soaking the floor and couch, and he screams, contracting and pushing all in that one moment. That melon sized head barrels out of him, bulging his sweatpants which are already too tight for his pregnancy-fattened body. Yet, it pops right out, followed by the shoulders, until the thirty-five pound baby squelches out and into his pants.
