I've always been a bit of a slut.

When spring comes, people begin to notice the protruding roundness of his belly, his physician recommending him more exercise and his tailor having to let out his royal garb every few weeks.

Still, the king attempts to plant his heir in the queen’s womb every night, though now he must rest his belly on her back to complete their union.

Nine months since he appealed to the gods, murmurs of concern follow the king wherever he goes. His gait has slowed and widened, a ponderous, rocking movement as his great belly hefts side to side. His physician looks more and more disturbed every time he examines the tight ball growing beneath the king’s gently swollen chest, warning him that he must have an imbalance of humors that have led to a massive tumor. The movement the king has felt, and the physician now feels and even sees from outside, must be the cankerous wolf, the physician surmises grimly, a malady that eats the flesh of the afflicted. Most often found in the breasts of women, it could nevertheless affect any part of the body, and the king should be prepared for a painful illness and untimely death.

But something else happens, instead. The king’s cock begins to swell. At first it’s barely enough to notice, but after a few weeks, it’s so thick and bloated that he can barely stand to touch it. He shudders at the slightest brushes against the tender, stretched flesh, and just the most tentative touch of the queen’s lips makes him cry out and dribble seed.

The physician warns him that the wolf might be on the move throughout his body, that this is likely a tumor that could destroy his member, but the king has another thought. He remembers pleading with the gods, and believes that they must have finally answered his prayers, and this large and sensitive cock is a sign of fertility.

The overstimulation is excruciating, but he barely manages to squeeze his massively swollen cock into the queen. She gasps and squirms and trembles, feeling split open by him. Tears cover his face by the time he reaches his climax. Both of them cry out as a sudden torrent of fluid erupts from him, believing this outpouring to be seed given to him by the gods. Once the servants change their linens, they go to sleep convinced that their heir will come soon.

They’re right—it will just be much sooner than they think.

My hormones are surging now, and without thinking, my hand goes down my pants and starts rubbing my clit for pleasure and pain relief while my puss is already beginning to bulge outwards. Now my legs are opening, partially from the ecstasy and heat between my shaking legs, and partially from my uncontrollable instincts forcing me to birth in this humiliating situation. My puss bulges even more now, obvious through my leggings that something is going on down there, and the head of my baby barely peaking out, only a spec able to be seen if I were naked. As I continue touching myself, losing myself more and more to the pleasure, my hand moves downward ever so slightly and I realize just how close I am to giving birth. “Fuck, I’m already bulging!” I whisper, just a little too loud. Bro looks over at me, confused, not making sense of what he just heard. I know I have to get out of here. I need to. I can’t give birth in front of my whole class, that would be… far too humiliating. I get up, and walk towards the bathroom, but I’ve unfortunately sat in the front of an auditorium style classroom, meaning I have to walk up the stairs to get out the doors in the back, and I can’t even close my legs. The pressure is so fucking low, so heavy. I slowly make towards the back of the room, struggling with every step. When the urge to push comes, I try as hard as I can to resist, but IMMEDIATELY fail. All I can do is stay silent and hope nobody looks at me. I hold my heaving, contracting belly with one hand and the railing for support with the other, bending over and pushing as hard as I possibly can against my will. In spite of my hoping against hope, some of the people in my class have started looking over at me. It’s extremely obvious at this point that I’m pregnant with a litter of babies, but they don’t realize I’m birthing. Except for some of the boys, that is. While some of their eyes drift down towards my ass (the feature that got these babies in my belly) they a bulge. A GROWING bulge. It’s suspiciously round… almost like… like a huge head crowning out of my puss, bulging my leggings outward more and more and MORE. Because of how tight they are though, the massive head slips back in as my contractions stop and the urge dies down. I try hard to hurry out of the classroom before another contraction comes, but they’re so close together now, and I’m so heavy and so slow. I make it near the back, where all the students who hate this class sit, ignoring the professor while scrolling on their phones. The contraction hits. This one is even stronger. I helplessly drop down to my hands and knees, painfully close to privacy, to solitude… at least for a little bit. Long enough to birth at least one of my babies. But it’s no use. Instead, I shove my hand into my panties once again and furiously rub my clit while my puss bulges obscenely into my soaked, straining leggings. The guys in the back row who notice me crowning massively into my leggings and liking it are taking pictures and videos now. I’m too busy giving birth to this huge baby some stranger put in me to even notice. Little do I know, my wish for privacy has just gone out the window. Soon, the whole school, everyone I know, and millions of strangers will have seen the viral video of me cumming while I crown into my ruined leggings, legs shaking wildly, back arched, head thrown back in pleasure. Finally, my body relents, but I’m stuck at a truly MASSIVE full crown, waddling slowly and awkwardly to the exit, finally.

I strip my clothes off. All my clothes, without thinking. I’m not thinking anymore, I’m just birthing. I can’t stop. My instincts are in control and they want me naked. I’m on all fours, completely naked, right outside the door of our classroom, and FINALLY, I can push without my leggings getting in the way. I spread my legs as wide as the can go and rub my clit some more. Instantly, with a loud, pleasurable moan, I birth the head. I move my hand further down and cup my baby’s head while they turn. “They’re so BIG!” I say to myself. But before I can think anything else, I’m pushing the even bigger shoulders out. I moan and whine, desperate to birth this baby, knowing full well that I have 2 more to go. At last, with a huge push, I finally birth the whole baby. But my next baby doesn’t want me to have any relief. Within minutes, I’m bulging massively around another head. I cup my bulging pussy, wanting to feel myself crown this time. I haven’t even opened yet and it’s already so… big. I find myself, to my shame, wishing someone would catch me now. This is private, intimate, personal… and yet… I can’t help feeling incredibly sexy. It would be so much nicer to birth for someone.

I’m going slower this time. I’m opening so very slowly around this head. My aching, bulging puss has be forced into a teardrop by now. I can’t stop tracing its shape. I’m birthing on my knees this time, so that I can use the other hand to keep rubbing. Not only does it help a ton, but it feels so damn good… All of a sudden, I hear the door swing open, and then someone’s breath hitch in their throat. Their breathing becomes fast, and heavy. I feel THEIR hand cupping my crowning puss gently as well. I let them. I move my hand and put it on top of his, letting him know I want this. I look back at him while in between pushes. A gorgeous skater boy, wearing vans, a metal band tshirt, and has long hair. He’s obviously into it. He whispers what a good boy I’m being. Tells my what an amazing job I’m doing. How perfect I look. I’m deeply embarrassed, but also… even more aroused. I let him enjoy the view as I bulge harder into his waiting hands. He gasps, ever so gently rubbing my crowning puss with one hand after noticing I was doing it while continuing to cup me. I can’t help but feel warmer, safer with his hands on me. I’m so embarrassed by it, I don’t wanna like it… but I love it. I want more. I hear him gasping and whispering in awe as I stretch and crown, just for him. He tells me what a pretty boy I am. How incredible I am. How he wants to treat me right. I can’t help myself liking it, falling for it more and more. How sweet he’s being, but at the same time, how HOT he thinks I am right now. He won’t take his hands off my most intimate parts, and I don’t want him to.

I come to a full crown in Gavin’s waiting hands. He tells me how big my baby is. How stretched out I am. How he wishes the babies were his. I can’t help myself any longer, a big urge to push comes and I quickly birth the whole baby right then. I turn around and pin him down, making out with him sloppily until I need to birth the last baby. My hands are exploring him. His hands are exploring me. His tongue is down my throat. My breath is racing. My belly is still big, and he rubs every inch of it while helping to support me so I don’t fall over. He moves his lips down to my nipple to suck it, and to both our surprises, I squirt a thick stream of milk down its throat. His eyes glass over, and he drinks even drop he can get.

Golden morning light slipped through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the white hotel sheets. Beyond the balcony, the sea shimmered quietly beneath a cloudless sky, and the distant sound of waves rolled gently onto the beach. Luca stirred first. For a moment, he didn’t move. He simply smiled.

Curled against his chest was his husband, Ethan, still fast asleep. Ethan’s broad shoulders rose and fell with slow, peaceful breaths, one muscular arm draped protectively across Luca’s waist. Or at least… where his waist used to be.

Five months pregnant with quadruplets, Luca’s once-athletic frame had transformed almost overnight. The rest of him remained lean, but his belly curved proudly beneath the sheet, impossibly round for this stage of the pregnancy. Even asleep, Ethan’s hand rested instinctively across it. Luca laid his own hand over Ethan’s. “I think you’ve claimed them already,” he whispered with a grin.

Almost as if they had heard him, there was a firm kick. Then another. Ethan’s eyes blinked open. “…Morning.” “Morning, sleepyhead.” Another thump landed beneath Ethan’s palm. His face lit up instantly. “Oh… they’re awake.” “They’ve been practicing gymnastics since six.”

Ethan laughed softly, rubbing gentle circles over the curve of Luca’s belly. “They definitely got your energy.” “My energy?” Luca raised an eyebrow. “You’re the bodybuilder who insists on waking up before sunrise.” “That’s different.” “Oh?” “I choose to wake up.” Luca rolled his eyes dramatically. “I assure you, I did not choose to be used as a trampoline.” They both laughed.

For a while neither of them spoke. Ethan simply admired his husband, committing the moment to memory. “I still can’t believe we’re here,” he said quietly. “Neither can I.” “One last holiday.” “Before four tiny people completely take over our lives.”

Ethan leaned in and kissed Luca’s forehead. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.” Luca smiled. “Not even for uninterrupted sleep?” “…Okay,” Ethan admitted. “Maybe I’d miss uninterrupted sleep just a little.” “Aha!” “But I’d miss you more.” The teasing faded into comfortable silence.

Outside, the resort was beginning to wake. Somewhere below, plates clinked in the breakfast restaurant, and someone laughed beside the pool.

Ethan stretched slowly before slipping out of bed, careful not to disturb Luca any more than necessary. Morning light caught the definition across his shoulders and back as he walked towards the bathroom, every movement relaxed and effortless after years of training. There was nothing boastful about the way he carried himself; his strength had become part of him, quiet and reassuring. Luca watched him with an affectionate smile, unable to look away.

“You know,” Luca called after him, “it’s actually unfair.” Ethan glanced over his shoulder. “What’s unfair?” “You wake up looking like a magazine cover.” Ethan laughed. “And you wake up looking adorable.” Luca folded his arms dramatically. “Adorable? That’s the best you’ve got?” “I was going to say breathtaking.” “Better.”

Ethan disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower starting moments later. Luca lay back against the pillows, listening to the gentle rush of water while absentmindedly resting both hands beneath the curve of his belly. It seemed even larger in the morning, stretched proudly beneath his skin, the movement of four tiny lives making the duvet rise and fall every so often.

When Ethan stepped back into the room a few minutes later, hair still damp and a towel draped over his shoulders, he stopped in the doorway and simply smiled.

“…Wow.” Luca looked down at himself. “What?”

Ethan walked over to the bed, resting a hand gently on the top of Luca’s belly. “I swear you’re even rounder than when we went to sleep.” Luca gave him an exaggerated look of disbelief. “I’ve grown overnight?” “I think so.” “You realise that’s impossible.” Ethan grinned as another little kick pressed against his palm. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing.”

“You know…” “What?” “I’ve never been happier.” Ethan smiled the kind of smile that only appeared when he looked at Luca. “Me neither.”

He kissed him again, longer this time, before glancing toward the balcony. “Come on.” “Where?” “The breakfast buffet.” Luca groaned theatrically. “I’ve been awake for five minutes.” “And you’re carrying four babies.” “…That’s true.” “So?” Luca grinned. “I’m absolutely starving.”

The breakfast restaurant buzzed with the gentle energy of the morning. Fresh pastries filled woven baskets, tropical fruit gleamed beneath the lights, and the smell of coffee drifted through the open-air dining room as holidaymakers wandered between the buffet stations.

Ethan returned to the table balancing two overflowing plates. “I might have underestimated how hungry you are.” Luca looked up innocently. “You brought one plate.” “I know.” “It’s for me.”

Ethan laughed, setting it down in front of him. “I should’ve guessed.”

Luca had chosen a loose white linen shirt, leaving the bottom few buttons undone where they refused to meet around his prominently rounded belly. Five months into carrying quadruplets, there was no disguising it anymore. The fabric framed the smooth curve rather than hiding it, and Luca wore it with quiet confidence.

“You look incredible,” Ethan said as he took his seat. Luca glanced down at himself before smiling. “I’ve decided there’s no point pretending I can button this anymore.” “There wasn’t yesterday either.” “Oh, hush.”

Ethan reached across the table, resting his hand gently against the curve of Luca’s belly for a moment. “I mean it,” he said softly. “You’re beautiful.” A warm blush crept across Luca’s face.

The warm Mediterranean sun spilled across the balcony as Ethan zipped up the beach bag.

“Sunscreen?”

“Packed.”

“Room key?”

“In your pocket.”

“Sunglasses?”

Ethan paused. “…Still on the bedside table.” Luca laughed. “I knew I’d forgotten something.”

By the time Ethan returned, Luca had changed into a pair of deep-blue swim briefs that sat comfortably beneath the curve of his pregnancy. His loose linen shirt was unbuttoned, leaving his prominently rounded belly on full display.

Ethan crossed the room, dressed in fitted black swim briefs that highlighted years of dedication in the gym. He wrapped his arms gently around Luca from behind, careful not to squeeze too tightly. “You look incredible.” Luca leaned back against him. “So do you.” “I think you’re biased.” “I married you. Of course I’m biased.” Ethan smiled. “And I’d do it again tomorrow.”

Luca turned, giving him a quick kiss before resting Ethan’s hand against the front of his belly. One of the babies gave a tiny kick beneath his palm. “They’re excited for the pool too,” Luca said. “Or they’re wondering why breakfast has stopped.”

The pool sparkled beneath the afternoon sun.

Holiday music drifted through hidden speakers while children laughed in the shallow end and couples relaxed beneath oversized umbrellas.

As Luca and Ethan walked across the pool terrace hand in hand, a few people glanced their way. It wasn’t with judgment so much as curiosity. Luca’s pregnancy was impossible to miss. His lean frame made the smooth, rounded shape of his belly even more striking, and in his swim briefs there was no disguising just how much it had grown.

Luca caught Ethan’s eye. “I think we’re attracting attention.” Ethan shrugged with an easy smile. “We’re a handsome couple.” Luca laughed. “I don’t think that’s all they’re looking at.”

They eased themselves into the cool water, sighing in relief as the heat melted away. Luca floated gently while Ethan stayed close, one hand always ready to steady him. “This,” Luca said, closing his eyes for a moment, “might be the best part of the holiday.” “The pool?” “The feeling.” Ethan smiled. “You mean being here together?” Luca nodded. “Just us… and our four little passengers.” Another ripple crossed the surface of his belly beneath the water. Ethan laughed. “I think they approve.” “So do I.”

As the afternoon sun began to soften into gold, Luca stood in front of the hotel mirror fastening the final button of a cream linen shirt. The top buttons were left open, while the lower ones remained undone, the fabric naturally falling around his now unmistakably pregnant belly. At five months with quadruplets, there was no disguising its impressive size, and tonight he had no intention of trying.

Ethan emerged from the bathroom, rolling the sleeves of a navy shirt to his forearms.

He stopped in his tracks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this handsome.” Luca smiled shyly. “You said that this morning.” “I meant it then.” “And now?” Ethan crossed the room and rested both hands gently beneath the curve of Luca’s belly. “I mean it even more now.”

Luca looked down at himself before laughing softly. “I was worried this shirt made me look enormous.” “It makes you look like an expectant dad who’s absolutely glowing.” “I’ll take glowing.” “And,” Ethan added with a grin, “it makes me look incredibly lucky.”

The restaurant overlooked the sea, its terrace lit by candles that flickered in the evening breeze. Waves rolled lazily against the shore while a guitarist played gentle acoustic music nearby.

They ordered slowly, sharing starters before choosing fresh seafood for Ethan and homemade pasta for Luca.

When dessert arrived, Ethan couldn’t help smiling. “I thought you said you were full.” “I was.” “And?” Luca placed a hand on his belly. “They weren’t.”

Rather than heading straight back to their room, they wandered to the hotel’s open-air cocktail bar.

The evening air was warm, and fairy lights twinkled above the terrace while a pianist played softly in the background. Ethan ordered a sparkling lemonade for Luca and a mojito for himself. They settled onto a comfortable sofa overlooking the illuminated pool.

Luca leaned against Ethan’s shoulder with a contented sigh. “I don’t want this holiday to end.” “Neither do I.” “But…” “But,” Ethan smiled, “I’m looking forward to what comes next even more.” Luca rested a hand over his belly. “I think they are too.”

Another gentle flutter rolled beneath his palm. “They’ve been surprisingly active tonight.” “They’re probably dancing to the music.”Luca laughed. “Let’s hope they’ve inherited your rhythm.” “I was hoping yours.” “My dancing peaked at our wedding.”“And it was perfect.”

Back in their suite, the excitement of the evening melted into sleepy contentment. Luca eased himself onto the bed with a quiet sigh, rubbing his back.

“I don’t think my feet belong to me anymore,” he yawned. Ethan smiled as he changed into lounge shorts. “I did offer to carry you.” “And miss showing off my elegant waddle?” Luca laughed.

A few minutes later they were both in bed, Luca curled against Ethan’s chest with Ethan’s arm resting gently around his belly. “Today was perfect,” Luca murmured. “It really was,” Ethan replied, kissing his forehead.

A tiny kick nudged Ethan’s hand. “I don’t think they’re ready for bed.” “They definitely don’t take after me,” Luca smiled sleepily. “I’m exhausted.” Ethan chuckled softly. “We’ll feed all five of you again at breakfast.” “Promise?” “I promise.”

His hands rested on the curve of his belly, the heavy weight of it pressing into his lower back, a constant reminder of the life growing inside him. He had been sitting there, in the cool moonlight, savoring the quiet peace that came with being so far along in a pregnancy—until he felt it.

A sharp, sudden sensation, like a deep, heavy shift, that drew his attention. His breath caught as a wave of discomfort radiated through his abdomen. His belly, once high and rounded, seemed to lower in that moment, a subtle but undeniable feeling of descent. The baby had dropped.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively placed his hands on the lower part of his belly, feeling the shift, the pressure as the baby moved lower. His stomach tightened, a rush of discomfort filling him as the weight shifted downwards. It was a strange, almost painful sensation. A deep, pulling heaviness in his pelvis as if the baby were suddenly closer to his hips.

"Oh God..." His voice was low and shaky, the words feeling strained, a mix of awe and discomfort. He could feel the baby moving, pressing downward, stretching his body in ways that weren’t as comfortable anymore. The pressure was almost too much, making his back ache, his hips feel like they were being pulled apart. It was as if the very act of the baby shifting had turned his entire body into a tight, sensitive knot.

"Ohh, you're getting deeper..." His voice was shaky, a soft, breathless laugh escaping his lips despite the discomfort. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to find some relief, but it was impossible. The pressure in his pelvis was overwhelming, as though the baby had settled in a way that left him feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. It wasn’t painful in the way of sharp, acute pain, but it was uncomfortable in a deep, aching, almost suffocating way.

He ran his hands over the swollen curve of his belly, trying to soothe the tightness, but every time the baby moved, it only intensified the sensation. He could feel the baby pressing against his lower abdomen, the heaviness of it too much at times, making him gasp softly.

"You’re so big..." he murmured softly to the baby, his voice a mixture of awe and a little strain. "You’re so low...I can feel you."

Another shift. Another deep pressure. He winced, his hands gripping the sides of his belly as he leaned forward slightly, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort. The baby's movements, now feeling heavier, seemed to cause a sharp tug within him, pulling on his muscles, on his very core. It was almost like the weight of the child inside was too much, too overwhelming, like a gravitational pull he couldn’t escape.

His breath was quickening, the discomfort making it hard to focus. The low ache in his hips grew with each passing second, and as the baby moved again, it sent a jolt of sharp pressure down through his pelvis, his whole body trembling with the intensity of it.

Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the movements. The heaviness, the constant reminder of how hugely pregnant he truly was with his lover's baby—it was intimate, even if it wasn’t always pleasant. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear the pressure, but still, he loved it. He loved how full it made him feel, how complete his body had become.

"Oh wow. Oh wow. You’re so close. It's time. Oh god, you're coming now" he murmured, chaotically running his fingers over his big tight belly again, feeling the weight of the baby pushing down. "Oooo, you're almost there. Ooohhh, You have to get lower."