I've always been a bit of a slut.

I'm hoping that rubbing my belly and relaxing before my shift calms the triplets down ... Fingers crossed they're not wrestling while Im trying to work again

Chapter 1: The Positive Test

Alex woke up hungover and queasy after the wild frat party—shots, loud music, and a blur of hot guys who didn’t bother with protection. He bought a test on a whim. Two pink lines. The ultrasound confirmed it: triplets. No clue who the father was—one of the dozen frat boys he’d let fuck him that night? His belly was still mostly flat, just the tiniest firm curve pressing outward. The first hint of pressure sat low inside him, strange and heavy. He hated how much it already turned him on.

Chapter 2: The Growth Begins

The weeks flew by and Alex’s body betrayed him fast. His once-flat twink abs ballooned outward into a heavy, rounded dome. The triplets kicked and stretched inside, turning every breath into a tight squeeze. The pressure was already unbearable—his organs felt shoved aside, his skin pulled drum-tight—but alone at night he’d lock the door, strip, and rub slow circles over the swelling curve, moaning softly. He secretly loved how full and helpless it made him feel.

Chapter 3: Showing It Off

Alex stopped hiding it. He strutted into the next frat party in the tightest crop top he could find, letting his enormous belly hang out for everyone to stare at. “Triplets,” he’d smirk when they asked, loving the shocked looks. The weight pulled his back into a deep arch; every step sent ripples of crushing pressure through his core. Breathing was shallow, his belly so taut it felt like it might split—yet the attention and the relentless internal fullness made him rock-hard in his jeans. He secretly loved being this huge public spectacle.

Chapter 4: Unbearable Fullness

At nine months the pressure became constant torture. Alex’s belly was a monstrous, shiny orb—skin stretched paper-thin over the three massive babies, every movement sending sharp aches through his ribs and pelvis. He could barely waddle; sitting made his breath hitch as the triplets crushed everything inside him. Yet every night he’d lie back, hands worshiping the taut globe, whispering filthy praise to the pressure that made his cock throb. He secretly loved every overwhelming second of it.

Chapter 5: The Birth

The contractions hit like fireworks. Alex lay back on his bed, belly contracting violently around the triplets. The pressure peaked into pure white-hot intensity—unbearable, crushing, perfect. He pushed through moan after moan, secretly riding the waves of ecstasy until the first baby slid free, then the second, then the third. Exhausted and glowing, he cradled all three against his now-softening belly. He still had no idea who the father was, but he’d never felt more alive.