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Greg continued leaving little snacks on my desk every day—freshly baked pastries, fruit cups, or bags of sour candy that made my mouth water. Mr. Griffin asked me every morning what I craved, and no matter how crazy the combination sounded, I knew I would have it on my desk a while later. I often told him he spoiled me too much, but Mr. Griffin only smiled. He was a dream come true.

But on the other hand, Mr. Griffin was out of this world. With each passing day, he cared less about others finding out the boss was sending me some snacks or food. And by lunch hour, I always had a delivery guy bringing food to me to satisfy my crazy cravings. He also spoiled me, but he always said I was having his babies, so it was his way to feed the unborn babies and help them grow. A happy and filled daddy meant big and healthy babies. He was the sweetest.

Between Greg’s attentiveness and Mr. Griffin’s unwavering support at home, I was caught in a strange, comforting limbo where I felt undeniably cared for yet increasingly overwhelmed.

At home, Mr. Griffin was no less doting. His personal chef now catered to my cravings day and night. One evening, as I sat at the dining table with Marco, savoring a plate of creamy fettuccine Alfredo I had begged for just minutes earlier, Mr. Griffin entered the room with a tray of fresh cannoli.

“I thought you might want dessert,” he said, placing it in front of me and gently rubbing my shoulder. “Maybe you could share some with Marco?”

Marco giggled from across the table. “Wow! It looks so good, Uncle Mitchell! May I have some, Daddy?”

I glanced at Marco, smiling at him. “Yeah, bud. But I’m really hungry, so don’t wait too much, or I’ll finish the whole tray before you even start,” I playfully said, patting my belly.

Marco giggled and started eating, telling “Uncle Mitchell” about his day. Marco felt comfortable with Mr. Griffin, and it made me happy, but at the same time, I knew he had questions. Marco’s curiosity about my belly had grown alongside it. He asked endless questions, poking and prodding at the taut curve whenever he could. “Why is it so hard?” he asked one evening as we sat on the couch together, his hands pressing against my belly.

I didn’t know what to answer because I was running out of lies, and I knew I still had a long way to grow before the babies were born. So, I decided to tell him the truth. “It’s because the babies are growing,” I explained, brushing his hair and smiling. “They’re running out of room because they’re getting big and strong like you.”

I noticed the confusion in his eyes, so I told him that his daddy was special and was helping someone who wanted to have babies. Part of me wanted to tell Marco that he was going to be a big brother, but I didn’t want him to get emotionally attached to the babies. We weren’t supposed to stay around after they were born—though I wasn’t sure anymore. I explained that it had to be our secret, and he understood.

“Are they kicking right now?” he asked, his eyes wide with wonder. I took his hand and guided it to the side of my belly where one of the babies was stretching. Marco gasped as he felt the tiny movement beneath his palm. “Whoa! That’s so cool!” His excitement made me smile and forget about the aches, the struggles, and the complexity of the situation.

Things weren’t that bad, but the changes in my body were becoming harder to manage as my belly continued growing. By the end of July, when I was 24 weeks pregnant, my belly stuck out a foot in front of me, a taut, round orb that seemed to defy gravity. My hips had widened considerably, my ass had grown thicker, and my thighs rubbed together now when I walked. My chest had filled out, and even my arms and face had taken on a softer, fuller appearance. Despite my best efforts, I had to rely on some “maternity” clothes Mr. Griffin had bought for me. But they were snug and stretched tightly over my expanding body.

At work, the stares were unavoidable. I noticed my colleagues’ eyes lingering on me when they thought I wasn’t looking. The gossip didn’t bother me as much as I’d expected, partly because I had grown used to the whispers but mostly because I was too tired to care. My focus was on getting through each day, satisfying my cravings, and counting down the hours until I could lie down again.

Greg was a constant source of peace during the workday. He didn’t just leave me snacks anymore; he would bring me lunch or offer to carry my things when I was too exhausted. One afternoon, he even adjusted my chair for me, lowering it so I could sit more comfortably. His kindness felt like a balm against the chaos of my changing world.

At 24 weeks pregnant, I weighed 234 pounds, a monumental 80 more pounds than when I started the pregnancy. I knew I was growing too fast, but considering I was carrying sextuplets, I expected to get big. Also, the cravings and the constant snacks were only accelerating the growth. I was reaching a point where everybody knew something was wrong with me, but I insisted on keeping working. I was too big to do most stuff easily, but I wanted to retain the little control I still had in this crazy situation.

Everything was getting harder, but Greg was still the brightest part of my work hours. On a particularly sweltering afternoon, Greg left another note on my desk, asking me to meet him in one of the office bathrooms. I got curious and admittedly a little flustered by his attention, so I made my way there, my heavy belly swaying with each step as my ass bounced hypnotically. I instinctively moved one of my hands to caress my abdomen while the other moved to the small of my back. I didn’t care if I looked pregnant while I walked. I only needed to see Greg in the bathroom.

When I entered the bathroom, Greg was waiting for me, his massive body leaning casually against the counter. He had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick, muscular forearms, and his shirt clung to his chest in a way that made my pulse quicken. His uniform looked more snug than ever, making it appear like he had grown more muscular recently. I couldn’t help but gasp, and my cock stirred in my pants at the sight.

“Hey,” Greg softly said, stepping closer. “I thought you might need a break.”

I nodded, my throat dry. “I’m definitely feeling huge and heavy today,” I playfully said, placing my hands on the sides of my belly.

Greg smiled, his hands reaching out to rest gently on my shoulders. “Let me help.”

Before I could protest, he effortlessly lifted me in his arms, placing me on the edge of the counter. Greg began massaging my back and shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tension away. I sighed, closing my eyes as the pressure eased the aches that had been building all day. “How does that feel?” He asked, but I loved his touch so much that I couldn’t find the words to respond.

Then his hands moved to my belly, and I opened my eyes, startled. “Greg.”

“It’s okay,” Greg responded with a soothing voice. His fingers traced the curve of my belly, and I felt so comfortable and vulnerable that I could only smile at him. “You’re so hot, Adam. Look how round this belly is and how big you’re getting.”

I couldn’t help but blush as he leaned down and passionately kissed my lips. For a moment, I forgot everything—Mr. Griffin, the stares, the weight of my pregnancy. It was just Greg and me and the quiet intensity of his kiss. Our making out made me feel great, alive, and at peace. But the moment was interrupted by the buzz of my phone. I pulled it from my pocket, my heart sinking as I read a text from Mr. Griffin. “I have to go,” I said reluctantly. “I have a doctor’s appointment. Mr. Griffin is already waiting for me.”

Greg stepped back, his expression sad but understanding. “Okay. But we’re not done yet. I know this is complicated, but I can’t wait for you to deliver these babies. Then, I’ll put a few of mine in there,” he said, kissing my lips again as he helped me off the counter.

As I left the bathroom, my mind was a storm of emotions. Between Greg’s touch and Mr. Griffin’s constant presence, I didn’t know how to reconcile my feelings. But as I felt the babies shift and kick inside me, I knew one thing for sure: I had to keep moving forward, no matter how complicated things became.

The drive to the doctor’s office felt surreal. Mr. Griffin took me there in his sleek black car, his hand resting on my knee as if to anchor me in place. He was the sweetest and often caressed my belly while driving. His firm hand was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside me. I kept catching glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye—handsome face, the soft smile that tugged at his lips whenever he glanced at me. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my feelings sorted. Greg was a constant presence in my mind. The thought of his strong hands and sweet attention made my chest flutter. But then there was Mr. Griffin—sweet, caring, and with an inexplicable power for making me feel both protected and utterly confused.

“You seem nervous,” Mr. Griffin said, breaking the silence. His hand gave my knee a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m fine,” I lied, offering him a faint smile. “I’m just tired. Your babies have been moving a lot lately,” I said, smiling at him. He didn’t press further, but the concerned look he gave me made my heart squeeze.

Then, when we walked into the doctor’s office, Mr. Griffin took over. He signed me in, helped me out of my jacket, and even handed me a bottle of water when I mentioned I was thirsty. The waiting room felt suffocating, with people staring at me like I was a freak show, but his sweetness made it bearable. When my name was called, he placed a hand on the small of my back as we walked into the exam room.

The doctor greeted us warmly, though his eyes slightly widened when he saw the size of my belly. At 24 weeks, it was undeniably large, even for sextuplets. “You’re looking bigger than expected,” he said, his tone light but curious. “Let’s start with a general check-up before the ultrasound.”

I nodded, and the doctor instructed me to remove my shirt. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over me, but Mr. Griffin’s firm nod gave me the courage to comply. As I pulled off my shirt, my belly was revealed in its full, taut glory. It protruded far in front of me, firm and rounded, with faint veins visible beneath the stretched skin. My chest had filled out as well, my nipples slightly darker and more sensitive—a side effect of the hormones coursing through my body.

The doctor began by palpating my belly, his hands firm but gentle as he pressed along the sides. “Any tenderness here?” he asked.

“A little,” I admitted, wincing slightly.

“That’s normal with this many babies,” he reassured me. His hands moved upward, pressing gently against my ribs where the top of my womb now rested. “You’re measuring quite large, but everything feels as it should.”

Next, he moved to my chest, checking for swelling or lumps. My cheeks burned at the intimacy of the exam, but I reminded myself that this was routine. Mr. Griffin stood by the chair, his eyes fixed on me, looking like a true protective alpha.

After the physical exam, the doctor asked me to lie on the examination table for the ultrasound. As I settled onto my back, the weight of my belly pressing against me, Mr. Griffin moved to stand beside me, his hand immediately finding mine.

“This might feel a little cool,” the doctor said, spreading the gel over my belly.

I nodded, focusing on Mr. Griffin’s touch as the probe glided across my skin. The now-familiar swooshing sound of the babies’ heartbeats filled the room, and I felt a small smile tug at my lips. But then the doctor frowned. His movements became more careful, his gaze narrowing at the screen. I paled.

“What’s wrong?” Mr. Griffin asked in concern.

The doctor hesitated. “It’s... unusual,” he began. “I’m hearing an additional set of heartbeats.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice trembling.

The doctor sighed, clearly trying to choose his words carefully. “It appears that you have a second, less developed set of babies. They’re smaller and in a separate amniotic sac.”

I blinked, struggling to process what he was saying. “I don’t understand. Are the babies okay? What does “less developed” mean?”

“It’s called superfetation,” the doctor explained. “It’s extremely rare, especially with multiples. Essentially, you conceived again after the initial set of embryos was implanted. It’s remarkable. Unprecedented, even more than before.”

My mouth went dry as the reality sank in. “What?!”

“You have the sextuplets, and now you have additional quadruplets growing inside your womb. You’re carrying ten babies, Adam,” the doctor said, sounding excited and concerned. “Six at 24 weeks and four at 12 weeks.”

The room spun. I felt Mr. Griffin’s grip tighten on my hand, his voice distant as he called my name. But it was too much. The shock overwhelmed me, and everything went black.

****

I was lying on the plush couch in the penthouse a few hours later, with a soft blanket draped over me, still processing the recent news. Mr. Griffin sat beside me, his hand resting protectively on my belly. Marco was already asleep, so I knew he wouldn’t interrupt our conversation. I was terrified, but Mr. Griffin’s excitement was intoxicating.

“You’re going to be okay,” Mr. Griffin said, smiling at me and somehow making me feel slightly better. “I know it sounds like a lot, but you can handle this.”

I nodded weakly, my hand instinctively moving to my abdomen. “Ten...” I whispered, the word feeling foreign on my tongue.

Mr. Griffin smiled, his eyes filled with wonder. “Ten of our babies. It sounds fantastic.”

“Our?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He leaned closer, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “We created them together, Adam. All of them. I don’t care how it all started—all I care about is you and the babies. And from now on, I want you to stay home. No more work. You need to rest. And I’m not asking.”

I nodded, though my heart sank at the thought of not seeing Greg. But as Mr. Griffin’s hand moved to my belly, gently tracing the curve, I felt a strange comfort. “I don’t know how I’ll manage to get so big with ten babies inside me.”

“It’ll be great, and I’ll take care of everything,” he promised, his lips brushing against mine. I gasped at the tenderness of the kiss, my body relaxing under his touch.

Then, he began to undress me, and I couldn’t resist. His hands were careful and loving; every movement was thought to make me feel safe and cherished. I couldn’t help but smile as I lay on the couch, and he started getting over me. Despite the shock and fear, I felt surrounded by love—and that made the weight of my pregnancy just a little easier to bear.

“Ten babies. Don’t you think this deserves a celebration?” He said and teasingly reached for my hips to squeeze them firmly.

“I—I think it does,” I replied without thinking. My arousal drove my actions. My desire took over, and despite the mixed emotions, I surrendered to Mr. Griffin again.

The big man was too good, too sweet, too fantastic to resist him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and he effortlessly lifted me off the couch. Between Greg’s enormous muscles and Mr. Griffin’s massive build, I felt vulnerable very often, but at this particular moment, I felt safe. He carried me to his bedroom, and before I knew it, his cock was deep inside me, and loud moans escaped my mouth. My mind was blurry, and even though I couldn’t take Greg out of my thoughts, Mr. Griffin’s overwhelming fucking was too good to worry about anything else but the huge cock stretching my hole once again.

He opened his eyes slowly, the world around him starting to come back into focus. The ceiling, a dark wood grain above his head. The window, revealing the torrential downpour just outside. Perhaps the old man would let him stay a bit longer, he thought. It would be cruel to force him out into that weather! River sighed, stretching himself out before attempting to roll onto his side and finding with extreme difficulty that he was unable to. For the first time this morning, River looked down.

He had always been incredibly slim. Barely scratching 100lbs, his stomach had been flat enough to show his ribs. But now… He stared at himself in shock. His flat belly had grown round, bulging out towards the ceiling. It had grown obscenely large, so much so that when he tried to wrap his arms around it, his fingertips couldn't even brush against each other. River ripped the blanket off, believing this was surely some kind of cruel trick.

But of course it was not.

The shirt he had gone to bed in had ripped from his body, his expanding belly of course the culprit. He stared at it, skin stretched thin and tight over the dome of his stomach, stretch marks angry and red along his sides, and he was certain it would be the same towards his navel as well. He felt something shift within him, intense pressure building deep in his gut as his stomach expanded just a bit bigger. River shrieked, his arms and legs trying to scramble away, as if his belly were just a heavy ball placed on top of him, that if he struggled enough he could become unpinned from under its weight.

By now, his stomach completely eclipsed the wall opposite his bed. Though he could not see it, he heard the door open, and knew instantly it was the wizard.

"What did you do to me?" He asked, trying to sound threatening, though his words were a terrified whimper.

Footsteps approached the bed, slow and evenly paced. He was in no rush. He knew River could not escape, that there was nothing he could do.

"I'm truly sorry to do this without asking," the man hummed, slowly coming into view. "You see, my darling and I have been trying for so long, but together we just…" He paused, his hand reaching out to feel River's belly. "It's amazing, isn't it?" He asked, looking down at River's terrified face.

"What's happening to me?" River asked, tears pricking his eyes. Under the wizard's hand, the soreness of River's stomach subsided, until all he could feel was warmth radiating from within him.

"You're pregnant," the man said, sitting down on the bed, just beside River's body. "Inside of the meal I gave you were dozens upon dozens of dragon eggs. So incredibly small, but they grow so quickly once they're ready to be fertilized," he said, pressing a kiss to River's stomach, chuckling as one more egg within him swelled.

"… Fertilized?" River whispered, pressing his legs together. Despite his hesitation, he could feel his cock starting to harden. What's more, he could feel something else down there as well, an unusual wetness, just below his testicles.

"Ah, yes," the wizard said, starting to undo his robe. "I must fertilize the eggs. Worry not, once they are fertilized dragon eggs come out of the body within the day."

This did nothing to ease River's worries. "I--"

He was cut off by the wizard's cloak dropping to the floor, his cock erect and weeping. "Once you've laid the eggs, I shall grant you any wish you so desire," he said. "I could grant you eternal life, riches beyond your imagination, anything your heart could desire," he said, spreading River's legs.

"Ah, the spell took nicely," he said. "I hope you do not mind your new anatomy. I figured you'd prefer this over the alternative, though I promise once we are through the uterus and vagina will disappear. … Unless you wish to keep them, I am not one to judge."

River was dizzy. This whirlwind of information made his head spin. He was pregnant with dragon eggs, eggs that this man will fertilize and that River will birth, in exchange for whatever River wanted? I mean, it wasn't how he planned to spend his weekend, but…

The old man's head disappeared behind River's swollen stomach, mouthing at his erect cock and wet pussy alike. River gasped, feeling a fingertip trace over his cock. He knew it wasn't much, less than average even while erect, but the wizard was sure to pay close attention to it. He wrapped his lips around the tip, lavishing it with his tongue. River groaned, wondering if one of the wizard's spells was to blame for how enticing this was to him. That must be it, he thought. There's no way he was this horny over getting knocked up and fucked by an old man. Right?

Sucking at the tip was almost too easy for the old man. He took more and more of River into his mouth, the younger man's gravid stomach pushing against his forehead as it expanded larger and larger. River whimpered, hands rubbing over the expanse of his ever-growing middle. He only wished his hips would allow him to hump into the old man's mouth.

The old man reached down between his own legs, pumping his fat cock in his hand. His legs over the side of the bed, cock standing proud in plain view of River's eyes, and River could feel his new cunt beat with desire for it. Precum leaked from his cock onto the wizard's tongue, the old man drinking it up without missing a beat.

River's whimpers got louder, more needy, his body yearning for something his brain was ashamed to want.

He wanted to be fertilized. He wanted to be pregnant.

"Please," he whispered. "I can't take it anymore. I… I need your cock."

The wizard stopped, his mouth releasing River's poor, hard cock.

"I understand," he said, moving himself out of River's sight. All he could see past his belly was the old man's head and the tops of his shoulders, though he could feel something large and hot pressed against his new opening.

"I cannot promise that I will be gentle," the man said, sinking his cockhead into River's pussy, spreading him open for the first time. "But I shall try my best to be quick." He pressed a kiss to River's belly button, popped out and red, before slamming himself inside.

River cried out, his virgin hole ripped open by old man cock. It was how he pictured losing his virginity, though he always imagined it would be in a different hole. … And he didn't think he would be pregnant with dragon eggs.

Though the wizard was old, his thrusts were fast, rough. It bordered on violent the way he fucked River, hands exploring his massive belly while his hips slammed against River's. The soft, narrow walls squeezed him tight, welcoming their owner, their creator, inside. He'd made River's opening intentionally too small for his cock, giving himself the delightful gift of breaking this sweet virgin bitch open.

Lurid moans and wet squelches filled the room as River's body struggled to make enough room for its new master. It wasn't long before he couldn't take it anymore, his body unable to hold back. Cum sprayed weakly from his cock against the underside of his belly, against the wizard's stomach. It dripped down to his little pussy, providing a bit of lubrication for the rough fucking.

The old man grunted, feeling River's cock cumming on him. Idly, he wondered if River's seed would fertilize one of the eggs inside him. A small part of him hoped so, hoped his beautiful surrogate was able to have one of his own.

River's stomach swelled ever larger, so much so that the old man was scant able to hump their hips together.

"Ah, oh dear," he sighed, slowly pulling out of River, his hard cock yearning to return quickly to the warm, inviting walls of River's pussy.

"It seems the fertility spell worked a little too well. We may need to move you to your side if you keep growing," the man said, gently pushing River from his back to his left side. From where he lay on the middle of the bed, his round stomach reached just past the edge of the mattress.

"There we are," the old man said, heaving up one of River's legs and returning his cock to the tight little hole.

River could do nothing, could say nothing. Nothing but moans escaped his throat as the old man fucked deep into him.

It wasn't too much longer before he felt the wizard's hips stutter, his thrusts becoming erratic. He knew what was coming. River braced himself to receive the old man's seed, though he never thought there would be this much. Despite the intense pleasure of his orgasm, the old man forced his cock deep within River's cunt, piercing through the cervix he'd created within him. River cried out in pain, though in the moment the old man did not care.

The man came deep inside him, shooting his thick, hot cum deep within River's womb. He could feel it inside him, coating the huge eggs, seeping into them, fertilizing them. Fertilizing him. River's pussy quivered around the massive intruder, but his body couldn't resist cumming around it in turn.

There was a moment where the room was silent. The air was thick with sex and sweat, neither of them saying a word as the old man's cock slipped out of River's little cunt. Not a drop of his seed spilled from River's body, all of it trapped still inside his womb, fertilizing the clutch of eggs within him.

River felt the old man press a kiss to his enormous, swollen belly. Though River assumed it was over, that he would be able to rest before he laid the eggs, it seemed that would not be the case. The man didn't move from the bed.

And then River noticed the camera.

"You're recording this?" He whimpered, face turning a bright shade of red. Not only would there be evidence of his body ballooned up like this, but the old man had taken a video of him getting pounded and creampied.

"Of course. I need to show the missus," he said, laying down beside River, his arm resting on top of River's belly, feeling as the eggs inside expanded. The wood of the bed creaked under the weight he was rapidly gaining, though with a flick of his wrist the wizard took care of it. "She'd love to see you carrying her eggs so well. I knew they'd be in good hands inside of you.

Inside of River, more and more eggs expanded to their full size, ready to get fertilized. It wasn't much longer before the old man behind him was hard once more. Without saying a word, he pushed his cock inside of River's pussy for round two.

It continued this way for the rest of the day and deep into the night. River's belly had grown so large it hung off the side of the bed, touching both the wall opposite him and the floor below. His stomach ached with the pressure, the only relief from which was the pleasure the wizard's cock brought him. When his water broke around the old man's cock, it felt like a mercy.

"Ah, it's time," the old man said, a hint of a smile in his voice. He watched River's impossibly large stomach contract, ready to birth the eggs within him. He felt something large and squishy press against the tip of his cock, making him groan. The old man humped his hips forward, poking the squishy thing back into River's womb. Yes, yes, River needed to birth, but… God, he just wanted to enjoy his body a little longer. His cock stayed in him like a plug, pushing eggs back into the confines of River's seizing womb. Just a bit longer. Just until he came once more.

River whimpered, his body bearing down. He couldn't help it, he needed relief, though the wizard was keen to deny him.

The old man felt River's cunt squeeze his cock, felt the walls trying to push out him and the eggs alike. He rammed his hips forward, his cock slamming in through the dilated hole of River's cervix, pushing into his womb. He felt the eggs around his cock, squishy and soft, and once more came inside River's cunt. He looked up at the younger man's face, watching it contort with labor pains as the old man finally, finally pulled out.

As soon as he did, River began to push harder, feeling the first of the slippery eggs pass through his birth canal and onto the soft sheets. The old man smiled, scooping up the egg to set it aside. There were plenty more where that one came from.

His body burned with the pressure in his womb as each egg emerged from his makeshift birth canal, one after the other. It wasn't too long before two eggs got eager, pushing against River's opening at the same time. He screamed with pain as they stretched him wide, trying to beat each other in the race to emerge. With a bit of help from the wizard, both eggs pushed out through River's tight little pussy, landing on the bed at the same time.

To his great relief, with each egg that made its way out of his body, River watched his belly shrink. It was hours before it no longer hung off the side of the bed, but now the end was in sight.

By now he'd completely lost count of how many eggs had come out of his cunt, only now he could feel the few that were left rubbing against each other, against him. And dutifully he labored on, forcing eggs from his womb. By the time night began to fall, River was pushing the last egg from his body, laying spent and panting on the bed, his belly now just as flat as it was two days ago.

River rolled onto his back, looking over the side of the bed at the pile of eggs he'd laid. There must have been hundreds, he was certain of that.

The wizard cradled the last egg in his arms, tucking it safely in with the rest of them on the floor. "Thank you," he said, giving River a gentle kiss. "You've made an old man very happy. … Now, your wish?"

River looked up at him, then down to the eggs. "I wish…" he whispered, his throat dry.

You whimpered and clenched down around him. How did having such a tightly packed womb turn you on so much. You wanted to stay full. More kicks, your children squirmed as you wrapped one arm around your middle. You hips buck's against your mate, urging him onward. Both of his hands went to your hips. Each thrust was more desperate than the last as he filled every inch of your tunnel. You threw your head back and arched your back in ecstasy. 

Another. Another. More. You gasped sharply as you felt him ejaculate. Both of your hands went to your belly. As you panted and waited. It didn't take long as it happened a third time. Your belly began to slowly swell under your hands. You watched in a mixture of awe and slight fear as a fourth babe joined its siblings in your womb. A soft whimper escaped your throat as you rubbed your over taxed belly. Your lover placed a gentle kiss on your flattened belly button. So full, too full even. Your belly now towered over you. Far past due, perhaps now stretching past overdue. 

Your mate looked pleased with himself. Mercifully, he pulled out and refocused his attention on you. A deep kiss was shared, both of you lovingly caressing your belly. Another month of growth and now with four passengers. And that was if you stopped you here. When you had agreed to help him re-populate the tribe of mages, you figured it would be a slow one at a time ordeal. 

A flurry of kicks, your brood was clearly fighting for space and to find comfortable positions in such a cramped space. It took several tries and some assistance from your mate before you could sit up. Your belly extended far past your lap now and was attempting to reach your knees. Reaching your arms around your quintuplet sized belly, your fingertips couldn't grace each other anymore. 

He sat behind you, and you happily rested your strained back against him. You risked asking what the biggest brood had been. Twelve he claimed as he rubbed your tummy. You were shocked you could hold four. All of them, so big and strong as well. And those sweet loving whispers he speak into your ear. It might become five before your waters break.