Sometimes you gotta let that pred gut hang down as the slutty preyboy you just swallowed squirms and screams before they really begin digesting đ that bloated stomach can really strain the back if you're not careful đ gotta look after your beautiful body....too many preyboys to digest
Marco carefully sunk his way into the bath water, his massive gut was such an obstacle that even sitting became a task these days, and sighed as he turned the water off.
Just as he finished rinsing up his body with the herbal soap Griphin gave him, Marco heard a sudden loud grumble come from within his belly.
âAre. You. Shitting me?!â he shouted angrily, crossing his arms and staring down at his belly.
Just an hour ago he had eaten a ravenous meal at the local town buffet (which Griphin had taken him to as a âdateâ), and all of a sudden the child within him was hungry again? Marco felt every right to be upset right now. Griphin left back to his home, so Marco was stuck to ravage through his fridge for something to devour, because this fetus was no joker when it came to eating. Heâd clean out Marcoâs fridge within days, and it was an endless order of delivery takeouts.
Griphin left him enough gold to pay for everything he needed, which Marco was actually thankful for given how astronomical his food bill became, so he really didnât have to worry about paying for the food, but it didnât make the heavy-hitting cravings any less of a nuisance or even tolerable. This son of Griphin had to be fat for him to eat so much.
âUgh, just a month and a half more more and youâll be outta me. Then I can get back to my own damn life, and leave this godforsaken land! Damn little shit,â he barked, feeling a huge desire to punch his own stomach, âIâm so tired of your bullshit; youâre a damn bottomless pit! And your kicksâŠdamn, why not just break my back while youâre at I too. Once youâre out of my damn body, youâre off with your goddamn dad, because I canât take him any more either. This whole surrogacy event thing is a load of bullshit. To think that I was getting close to traveling out of here to begin my lifelong career as a crab fisherman up in Alaska, in America, only to be forced to put that on hold because of that arbitrary tradition! Thanks to you and your fucking dad, Iâll have to wait until my body recovers properly before Iâm able to travel and do the job the way it needs to be done. Geez how I hate you and Griphin for doing this to me.â
It upset Marco most because heâd be moving in with Griphin next week, to spend the remainder of his pregnancy with him and under the specialized care of other orcs. He didnât have to move, but with how big heâs gotten, and in regard for his own wellbeing, he felt it was the only logical thing to do. At least there heâd be around others who would take care of him properly to eat his pregnancy some more. But that didnât mean heâd hate Griphin or his son any less.
Marco sighed, and began the moment effort of getting himself out of the tub. At least he was glad his bathroom came with a reinforced bar to help pull himself out.
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Ok guys, so I know the story behind this image contradicts essentially every other piece Iâve posted of Marco (and Griphin), but the entire story is actually like this. Marco is extremely resentful about his pregnancy and towards Griphin up untilâŠwell I wonât spoil much else. But now you have a different piece in tone, which goes to show you that Marcoâs pregnancy wasnât as happy and love-filled as it seemed in the other pieces, but a struggle and a lot of anger.
I will eventually create a post where I will showcase every image in a chronological order.
Yeah, she really shouldn't have invited me over for dinner. Biggest and last mistake of her life. Think I'll stick around a bit, sleep her off in her bed before heading out in the morning.
Hey!! Some of you had asked me how I stayed active back when I was pregnant with triplets. This was a video of me back then, when I was HEAVILY preggo with them.
Currently, my belly is starting to round out again!! So I have a feeling I am pregnant again with multiples. Won't know for sure until later!
See the full video on my patreon: Patreon/MPregJock
Cooper had seen attractive people before. He had grown up in a world full of themâactors on screens, athletes on posters, guys in the locker room who seemed genetically unfair. But the young man standing in the doorway of the Kavanagh house made all of those comparisons feel flimsy. Cooper felt his attention lock onto him with an intensity that surprised even himself. He had never looked at a man this wayâjust openly staring.
The best part was seeing him with the children.
The quadruplets shouted âDaddy!â with an explosive joy that sounded as if they had been counting down the days until this person returned.
The young man laughed immediately and bent down to meet them, but the movement wasnât easy. His body shifted slowly. A soft groan slipped out of him as he leaned forward, instinctively moving one of his large hands to brace his rounded belly while the other wrapped around two of the boys at once.
âHeyâhey, careful,â he said through a breathy chuckle as the triplets crashed into the group as well. âOne at a time, boys. Daddyâs still big and slow right now.â
He scooped up two children against his sides, and their legs wrapped around him easily. Another boy clung to his shoulder while a fourth pressed his face against the manâs neck. Even with the awkwardness of the movement, the affection between them looked beautiful. He kissed one of their foreheads, then another, whispering greetings between small laughs.
âAustinâwow, look at you. Adam, did you grow again? Axel, buddy, easyâDaddyâs bellyâs right there.â He lowered his head to kiss Bryceâs hair, softly rubbing the boyâs back. âMissed you guys,â he said. âTwo whole weeks. Thatâs way too long.â
His hand never seemed to leave his belly for long. Sometimes it seemed to support its weight to keep his balance. Sometimes it simply rubbed the round surface absentmindedly, like a habit his body had developed. The gesture was unconscious and strangely protective.
Cooper stood frozen in the hallway, holding the last two babies, watching this unfold like something unreal. The scene definitely looked like a family reunion, but it clashed violently with everything his brain thought was normal. This guy didnât look old enough to have so many kids, and then there was his rounded belly and thick chest. It was all too much.
So, Cooper finally cleared his throatâsoft but loud enough to echo. It was the type of throat-clearing that said, very politely, he existedâand maybe someone should explain what exactly was happening.
The big man looked up again.
Those amber eyes landed on Cooper again and brightened immediately. A wide grin spread across his faceâcharming, dangerously disarming. âOhâsorry,â he said with a laugh. âI forgot there was a responsible adult in the room tonight.â
The way he said it made Cooperâs stomach flip. He didnât know if he should take it as a compliment or an insult. He preferred the former.
The man carefully untangled himself from the cluster of children and straightened. The motion came with another grunt as he shifted his balance, and his right hand immediately moved to the small of his back before he began walking toward Cooper. His steps were slow and slightly wide, not awkward exactly, but clearly adapted around the weight of his body.
âIâm Ryder,â he said, extending a hand once he reached him. âRyder Kavanagh. You probably already know me as their âdaddy,ââ he said with a chuckle and gestured toward the babies in Cooperâs arms. âMy parents probably hired you. I didnât tell them I was coming.â
For a second, Cooper didnât respond. He openly stared.
Ryder smiled again and leaned forward without hesitation, reaching to take the twins from Cooperâs arms. The transition was smooth. Daniel and Dawson shifted against Ryderâs chest like they had been waiting for the moment all evening. Their small bodies relaxed instantly, pressing comfortably into him as if they had returned to the exact place they belonged.
One of the older boys pointed helpfully. âDaddy, this is Cooper.â
âYeah,â another added. âCooper fed us.â
Ryder looked back at Cooper, smiling, and Cooperâs knees felt briefly unreliable again.
âWell then,â Ryder said, âthank you for keeping the circus running.â
Cooper opened his mouth, but nothing useful came out.
Ryder noticed the confusion on his face almost immediately and couldnât help but chuckle. âYou look like youâre trying to solve a math problem,â he said. âThereâs a photo wall right there if you want proof Iâm not some random man who walked in off the street.â
Cooper turned slowly. One of the framed pictures showed Ryder standing beside Richard and Stacey. He looked younger thereâleaner through the waist, and his face slightly less tired. But it was undeniably him.
âHigh school,â Ryder explained. âBack when things were simpler.â He gestured vaguely toward the room. âThings have changed a little since then.â He nodded toward the children surrounding him and looked down at his middle. âOkay, a lot.â
Cooper finally nodded, though the gesture felt delayed.
âDid a mouse eat your tongue, Cooper?â Ryder asked playfully as they all moved into the living room together. âIâm kidding. You look like a nice guy. A quiet one,â he added, and Cooper blushed because he couldnât articulate any words.
Meanwhile, the children barely contained their excitement now that Ryder was there.
âDaddy, I built the tall tower!â
âDaddy, Bryce read two books!â
âDaddy, Cooper said I wash hands good!â
Ryder listened to every word. He crouched when he had to, straightened shirts, and kissed cheeks. Cooper found himself watching quietly from a short distance away, unable to look anywhere else. Ryder looked natural with the children swarming around him, like a center of gravity they all orbited.
But the longer Cooper watched, the stranger the picture became. Some of the boys touched and leaned against Ryderâs belly casually as if rubbing it. One even kissed the front of it before resting his head there. And the twins in Ryderâs arms were almost desperately patting and kneading his chest, as if trying to get something from him.
Ryder eventually eased himself down onto the couch with careful movements. He spread his legs to give his belly room to settle, adjusting his position until the weight rested comfortably. The twins remained cradled in his arms like it was the best place in the world. The rest of the children gathered around him almost immediatelyâsome on the floor with toys, some leaning against his legs, and one resting across the couch cushions beside him.
Cooper sat across from them, still silent.
Ryder eventually glanced up and caught him staring. âHey, silent guy,â Ryder said gently. âThanks for helping tonight. Seriously. My parents needed a break.â He gestured around them with a tired smile. âFirst night out in years, honestly. I try to come home every other weekend while finishing college, but they never leave anyway,â he continued, taking a deep breath. âThey insisted I must complete my degree despite everything that had happened in the last few years. Iâm in my senior year now, so Iâm almost there.â
Cooper tried to process the information, but his cock stirred in his pants. It was impossible to control the reaction with such a hot man before him.
Ryder shifted slightly and suddenly let out a low groan. âUghâhere it comes.â The sound was instinctive, pulled from deep in his chest.
Even from across the room, Cooper saw movement in Ryderâs belly. âYou okay?â Cooper asked, finally speaking.
Ryder took a slow breath and laughed. âYeah. Iâm fine,â he said. âIâm just very pregnant, and itâs almost time.â
Cooper blinked. His brain refused to interpret the sentence.
Ryder tilted his head slightly as he calmed down. âIâm guessing my parents didnât explain that part,â he said.
Cooper shook his head. âExplain what part?â he asked, more confused than before.
âOkay. Donât freak out, please,â Ryder said, shifting the kids in his arms to push his belly forward. âIâm pregnant. Iâm due with a pair of big boys any day now.â He said it the same way someone might comment on rain. âAll these guys?â he continued, nodding toward the children surrounding him. âCarried and delivered by me.â
Cooper felt a sudden spike of alarm. For a brief second, he wondered if he had let a very confident but very delusional man walk into a house full of children. But the boys were calm, clearly attached to him. And Ryderâs body matched the story far too well.
Ryder watched Cooperâs reaction. âI know,â he said. âYouâre thinking Iâm crazy because men canât get pregnant.â He shrugged. âMost canât.â He winked casually. âBut apparently, I came with extra equipment. Iâm a man, fully, but I can carry children.â
Cooper stared. âYou what?â he said, barely audibly.
Ryder laughed. âLet me show you.â He shifted the twins in his arms and tugged his hoodie and shirt up over his head in one motionâcareful not to jostle them too much while he worked the fabric up and off. âItâs part of the beauty of bearing children,â he added.
Cooper marveled at the sight of the bare, taut middle and the massively rounded chest with thick, darkened nipples.
For a moment, the babies fussed, but Ryder talked softly to them and adjusted his hold. He guided them closer against his chest, supporting the back of each tiny head. âThey love Daddyâs milk straight from the tap,â he said as the babies opened their mouths instinctively, turning their faces toward him, and within seconds each found one of his nipples.
The moment they latched, their little bodies relaxed almost all at once, curling their fingers against Ryderâs skin while they began to drink. Ryder let out a slow breath that sounded half like relief and half like habit, as the tension in his body eased. He cradled one of the babies more securely while the other rested over his belly. The room grew quieter around themâthe twins nursing while Ryder relaxedâas if both he and the babies had slipped into a routine their bodies knew perfectly well.
Cooper watched in stunned silence. His mind felt like it was collapsing under the weight of it all. The more he tried to make sense of the scene, the more confused he became. He tried to speak but momentarily forgot how to do so.
Ryder smiled kindly. âLet me tell you the whole story while these big guys have their meal,â he said, looking down at Daniel and Dawson. âBefore you ask, Iâm turning 22 on March 19th, and Iâm pregnant for the fifth time,â he said casually. âI knowâIâm too young to have so many kids. I get that a lot. But things have just happened. Kind of.â
Cooperâs mind was working so hard to keep up that he could almost hear it work.
âI got pregnant for the first time a few days after turning 18, during my senior year of high school. It was March 26th, 2022,â Ryder said. âMy best friend and I had a night we probably shouldâve planned better. No protection and too many rounds of reckless decisions.â
Cooperâs eyebrows shot up, and Ryder smiled.
âNeither of us knew it was possible,â he continued. âThree months later, I graduated high school already pregnant with quadruplets,â he said, looking down at Adam, Austin, Aaron, and Axel, who were playing with toys on the ground. âI started college already pregnantâa freshman and pregnantâand they were born on December 31st that same year. It was a long labor, a very loud house, I must say.â
Cooper could barely breathe at this point.
Ryder chuckled softly and shifted a little deeper into the couch as the twins continued nursing, settling into the story now that Cooper seemed willing to listen instead of running for the door. âSo after the quadruplets were born, I remained good friends with their dad, but we didnât have anything serious,â he said, nodding toward the oldest boys again. âThen I went back to campus thinking I had already survived the craziest thing that would ever happen to me.â He shook his head slightly at the memory. âTurns out that was only the warmup.â
Cooperâs eyes widened, already guessing what was coming.
âI got pregnant for the second time only a week after returning to college. It was January 7th, 2023,â he said, looking at Brandon, Bryce, and Blake. âI was still figuring out how to carry a backpack without the huge pregnant belly and thought I couldnât get pregnant so soon,â he said with a small laugh. âI had been seeing this guy from one of my classes. Nice guy. Total nerd. We dated for a couple of months after we found out about the pregnancy, but remained friends after the babies were born.â Ryder shrugged. âTriplets that time.â
Cooper leaned forward immediately. âSo, it was a different dad?â
âYep,â Ryder said, sounding almost proud of Cooperâs disbelief. âAt that point, I thought my body just liked doing things in bulk.â He rubbed his belly as if remembering the weight of that pregnancy. âThey were born on October 17th, 2023, during my sophomore year. I came home from campus to have them there too. My parents had already learned how things worked by then. Labor was still brutal, though. Three babies take their time.â
Cooper stared at him. âYou went through that twice in less than a year?â
âThatâs exactly what my dad said.â Ryder laughed and continued without much pause, comfortably talking about it. âFive days after delivering those triplets, October 22nd, I ended up pregnant again,â he said, smiling as if it were an achievement. âDifferent guy that time, a college classmate. Nothing serious, only a one-night stand. He had seen me pregnant, and deep down, we knew what would happen. Even though we didnât say it.â
Cooper blinked. âHold on. You mean you already knew?â
âYeah,â Ryder said with a smile. âAfter the first two pregnancies, it became pretty obvious my body had a pattern.â He gestured loosely at Cameron, Caleb, and Carter. âAnyway, that third pregnancy was another set of triplets, born July 29th, 2024.â He chuckled a little. âBy that point, I was basically a professional at being pregnant. I could tell the difference between normal cramps and early labor by how my back felt.â
Cooper shook his head slowly, and a laugh escaped him. âYou werenât joking about the pattern,â he said in pure wonder and less shock.
âTrust me, after your third set of multiples, you start getting efficient.â Ryder grinned. âThe fourth pregnancy started only three days after delivering those triplets. August 1st,â he said, closing his eyes as if keeping track of the timeline. âI was on summer vacation before my junior year, and the dad of Brandon, Bryce, and Blake came to visit them. We talked for a while. One thing led to another.â He shrugged with a playful smile. âNext thing I knew, I was pregnant again.â He nodded toward the two babies nursing calmly in his arms, Daniel and Dawson. âThese two were born May 9th, 2025.â
Cooper leaned forward again, staring at them as if seeing them differently now. âSo they are full brothers with the older triplets?â
âYep,â Ryder said. âDaniel and Dawson.â He adjusted them slightly as they drank, instinctively supporting their small backs. His hand drifted back to his belly again, rubbing slowly as he continued the story. âAnd then,â Ryder added, âliterally the next day, my best friend from high school came to visit the quadruplets.â His smile softened at that memory. âHe was the first guy who ever got me pregnant. Weâve stayed close through all of thisââ
Cooper stared. âWait. The next day?â
âYeah,â Ryder said with a casual shrug. âAt that point, we both knew the odds.â He laughed quietly. âTurns out the odds were pretty good.â
Cooper let out a stunned breath. âYou got pregnant again the day after giving birth?â
âPretty much,â Ryder said. âMy body apparently doesnât believe in breaks.â He glanced down briefly at the tight roundness of his belly before looking back at Cooper. âSo here we are,â Ryder finished calmly. âValentineâs Day 2026âIâm due with twin boys again. All 353 pounds of pregnant me.â He shifted his weight slightly and inhaled through his nose as another small wave of pressure passed through him. âI came home tonight,â he added, âbecause Iâve been having contractions on and off for a few hours already. I want these kids to be born at home like all their older brothers,â he said, visibly strained after the light contraction.
That sentence landed like a brick.
âWait! Youâre in labor?â Cooper asked, turning pale.
Ryder waved it off. âEarly,â he said. âNothing to worry about. Iâve done this four times already, so Iâll be fine,â he addedâfar too casually, considering the strain in his belly. âI must admit that not having my parents here will be different. But Iâll manage.â
Cooper stared at him for several seconds before speaking again. âI⊠I could help,â he said, barely audible. âI mean, if you want to,â he said more firmly.
Ryder blinked. âAre you sure about that?â
Cooper straightened a little. âYeah,â he said, completely certain this time. âIâll help.â
Ryder smiled slowly. âGood. Thanks,â he said. âBut I think we still have a little time before things get exciting.â He glanced around the room at the kids. âPlenty of time to get everyone to bed.â Then he looked back at Cooper. âAnd maybe actually introduce ourselves properly.â
Something in Cooperâs stomach tightened warmly at the suggestion, and before he could stop it, a wide smile spread across his face. âSounds like a plan,â he said.
Ryder shifted slightly on the couch and let out a small breath. âWell,â he said, glancing around at the scattered toys and the cluster of boys leaning against his legs, âlooks like you volunteered for the full experience tonight. Strange way to spend Valentineâs Day.â
Cooper chuckled softly and pushed himself up from the couch to help gather a few toys while Ryder finished feeding the babies. âValentineâs Day actually got very interesting over the last few minutes,â he said with a new confidence that he had lacked since Ryderâs arrival.
Ryder grinned, admiring Cooper up and down.
Over the next couple of hours, they worked together to care for the twelve kids. Cooper helped the older boys brush their teeth while Ryder spent some time with the younger ones after feeding the twins. His motions were slow and took real effort, but he pushed through the strain only to hear the kids laughing. It was an opportunity for Cooper to walk in and help.
Ryder attempted to stand up, exhaling through his nose as his heavy body lifted off the couch. âIâm still mobile,â he said as Cooper approached and extended his hand. âThatâs a good sign. You had to see me at the end of the first pregnancy,â he laughed and patted his belly.
Once Ryder was on his feet, the boys followed them around the house in small groups while bedtime routines unfolded. Some needed pajamas, some needed a quick diaper change, and others insisted on showing Ryder toys they had gotten while he was away. Ryder handled all of it with such calm that it impressed Cooper more with every passing minute. But it was evident that the strain of labor was slowly advancing.
At one point, Cooper stood beside Ryder in the kitchen while they poured small cups of water for the older boys before bed. Ryder leaned one hip against the counter, resting one hand against his middle while he breathed through another faint tightening.
âYou okay?â Cooper instinctively reached out to touch Ryderâs belly, but stopped.
Ryder nodded, taking a slow breath. âYeah. Theyâre just kicking to remind me that theyâre coming out soon,â he said, giving his belly a gentle rub. âTheyâve got strong opinions already.â
Their conversation deepened as they moved side by side through the house.
Ryder asked about Cooper first. âI think I should know more about the man whoâs looking after my kids for the night,â he said, almost playfully.
Cooper chuckled and nodded. âI guess you should,â he admitted. âIâm a senior in high school. I turned 18 two weeks ago, and Iâm still figuring things out,â he said, shrugging a little while struggling to change a diaper. âCollege might happen eventually, but I donât feel ready yet. I might start something of my own. Maybe a small business. Iâve been saving up from babysitting and jobs like this.â
Ryder listened carefully, nodding and stepping up to help with the diaper. âThat sounds smart if youâre not sure,â he said. âMost people rush into college because they think theyâre supposed to. But in my opinion, college is pretty useful sometimes.â
Cooper looked slightly relieved while talking about it. âWhat about you?â he asked.
Ryder shifted again, guiding one of the younger boys toward the bathroom sink before answering. âSenior year now,â he said. âAlmost done. After graduation, Iâm moving back here full-time. I already lined up a remote job so I can work from home.â He glanced around at the kids as he said it. âI want to be here for them. All the time, not only every other weekend.â
The way he said it made Cooper watch him differently. The big guy, who had seemed almost overwhelming when he first arrived, suddenly looked like someone deeply devoted to the tiny people moving around him.
Eventually, the conversation drifted toward relationships. Ryder asked casually if Cooper had someone special waiting for him back home. âA girlfriend? Or maybe a boyfriend?â
Cooper laughed and hesitated before answering. âNot really,â he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. âIâm not so sure about what I want. Probably just someone who loves me and is willing to risk their life to be with me,â he said, blushing.
Ryder raised an eyebrow. âWhat does that mean?â
Cooper chuckled and looked down at his own crotch. âLetâs just say thereâs something about me that tends to scare people off.â
Ryder looked down and realized what Cooper meant because even the bulge at rest was impressive. âAh,â he said, clearly piecing things together faster than Cooper expected. âThat kind of situation. Too much?â
Cooper blushed even more and nodded. âFar too much, Iâve been told.â
Ryder chuckled again, smirking. âDoesnât sound like a problem to me,â he said. âThere are people who would love to be with a guy like you. Trust me.â
Cooper blinked at that, feeling his cock stirring in his pants again, but he regained composure. âThanks. And what about you?â
âI clearly havenât had much luck keeping anyone around either. Youâre looking at the evidence.â Ryder gestured loosely toward the kids surrounding them. âTheir fathers werenât interested in a longâterm relationship. Two of them eventually ended up with women,â he added calmly. âThey care about the kids, but romantically? Not exactly the right match.â
Cooper nodded, noticing small details about Ryder he hadnât fully absorbed earlierâthe soft way he talked to the kids and how he sounded so domestic despite his strong and imposing look. Ryder, for his part, seemed equally impressed by Cooperâs calm. The way Cooper picked up a dropped toy before anyone asked. The way he gently guided the toddlers toward the bathroom without raising his voice.
Something subtle began to build between them.
But as the evening continued, Ryderâs body reminded him more and more frequently that the night wasnât going to stay calm forever. Every so often, he paused midâsentence and inhaled slowly, gripping the edge of a table or the back of the couch while his belly tightened visibly beneath his shirt. Most of the contractions were mild. He breathed through them, smiling at the kids afterward as if nothing had happened, until one of them broke the pattern.
They were standing in the living room gathering blankets when Ryder suddenly stopped moving. His eyes squeezed shut, and his teeth clenched together as a stronger contraction hit him. His hands instinctively grabbed the underside of his belly while he leaned forward slightly, breathing in short, controlled bursts.
Cooper stepped closer immediately. âRyder? What is it?â
Ryder let out a long breath once the contraction passed. âOkay,â he said softly. âThat one was real. Theyâre coming. They really are coming.â He straightened carefully and forced a smile for the kids. âAlright, boys. Time for bed.â
The quadruplets groaned in protest until Ryder added, âAnd when you wake up tomorrow morning, you might have two new baby brothers.â
That changed everything. The boys erupted in excited whispers.
Adam looked up at Ryder with concern. âDaddy, you gonna be okay?â
Ryder crouched slowly in front of him despite the weight of his belly and brushed the boyâs hair back. âOf course I will,â he said. Then he glanced over his shoulder toward Cooper with a smile. âCooperâs here. Heâs going to take very good care of me.â
Cooper felt his face heat instantly, but he nodded anyway. âYeah,â he said. âI will.â He looked around at the boys and added more firmly, âIâll take care of all of you, your daddy, and the new babies. I promise.â
That seemed to satisfy them.
Ryder pushed himself upright again with a grunt. They all walked down the hallway toward the bedrooms. And somewhere in the middle of the walk, Cooper looked at Ryder and realized that this Valentineâs Day was about to change his life forever.
Last night was another night of Bryson fcking my brains out. Filling me up with even more of his offspring, then him passing TF out after, with his thick dick still deep inside me. Trapping me with his heavy ass arms wrapped around me like I'm a body pillow đ« đ«
...damn I've really turned into a himbo breeding cow for this seeding bull đ€Łđ€Łđ đ«
What kind of boyfriend would you like to have? the boyfriend who likes to watch you devour everyone, who even offers you friends to eat, who massages your huge belly while you finish digesting your prey, who helps you move when your belly is too big to move, or the shy boyfriend that you demonstrate superiority so he can do what you want? :3
Oh for sure the first one. I've said it before, but I am quite romantic and soft in person. My gluttony should be a blessing that both me and my partner get to enjoy. When I imagine a boyfriend for me I imagine one that is so into me eating people that even gets to push me past my limits, if you can even believe it. One who I can pound while full and he loves getting crushed between my cock and the people digesting in my stomach. For his birthday I make sure to eat a lot before he wakes up so I can have a huge belly for him to enjoy since the beggining of the day, but also in my birthday he organizes for a way for me to get a HUGE meal, so it is clear that we both love for me to demolish so many people haha. Let him stroke and fondle every head visible in my stomach while countless guys try to escape. Let us sleep in the same bed, but the whole room is filled with my after dinner gut, with everyone trashing inside. Yeah, for sure the first one
By mid-December, Hayden was moving between constant feedings, soothing, and resting, which somehow kept him afloat. He had recently given birth to Connorâs twin boys, but his body felt softer, heavier, and rounder than ever. His belly was impossibly huge and continued to expand day by day, filled with Jakeâs babies. However, he felt more at ease than he had in months. The immense weight was overwhelming, but even when he groaned under the strain, there was peace in knowing the cause of his burden.
Each morning began with Hayden stirring slowly in bed, hearing a symphony of coos, gurgles, and the occasional wail from his twelve hungry babies. His tits were swollen and heavy with milk beyond belief, aching even before he opened his eyes. By the time he sat up, he felt warm streams already trickling down his chest and soaking the sheets beneath him.
He pushed himself upright with a long groan, bracing his immense belly to take some of its weight while his free arm prepared to get the nearest baby boy from the cribs. He could feel the sway of his belly with each breath, the bounce of his tits, and the stirring of the babies inside pushing outward against his overly stretched skin. His cock and balls demanded attention, but he had too many things to worry about before getting there.
The routine never stopped. As one baby finished nursing, another began to fuss, and their cries blended into a chorus of sound. Heâd lift one and cradle another against his shoulder as he whispered nonsense to soothe them. The wet suckling as they latched, the quiet sighs after feeding, and the soft thumps of his hand patting small backs to make them burp had become Haydenâs life soundtrack.
But even when fatigue made his limbs tremble, Hayden found joy in every soft sigh and fluttering hand. Each group of babies demanded something different of him, and he gave it all with passion and love. Jamesâ sextuplets, now five months old, had grown to show off slightly different personalitiesâMatt had an infectious laugh, Sawyer loved to be in Haydenâs arms, Cole and Hale often babbled to each other in their crib, and Kevin and Peter were explorers, always waving their hands for attention.
Tylerâs twins, Tristan and Jonah, were easier to soothe but no less demanding. They loved his voice; whenever he talked, they quieted instantly. Hayden often sang softly to them while rocking in his chair, holding both boys at once as his milk flowed freely into their mouths. Marcusâs twins, Nathan and Michael, were constantly hungry. Their cries were sharp and insistent, always reminding him that his chest never rested. Hayden would settle them against his tits, and their little hands would pat and squeeze while he tried to hold his posture steady. It wasnât easy between his belly, his tits, and the babies, but when they finally fell asleep with milk-drunk smiles, the soreness in his body faded.
Connorâs newborns, Colton and Brady, were still tiny. They loved sleeping against his tits, right above where his heartbeat was loud and slow. Hayden would sit still, barely daring to breathe too deeply so as not to wake them, feeling their tiny bodies against his taut skin and loving every second of it. The weight of his belly made sitting upright a challenge, but he managed, holding the babies close to him.
His parents helped as much as they could, preparing bottles with the milk Hayden pumped several times a day, folding laundry, and setting up pillows around him so he could shift positions without straining. Noah often jumped in after school, eager to feed or burp one of his many nephews. Things were difficult, and his hyperfertility was shocking, but they worked together through it, making Hayden feel slightly better about the circumstances.
But as Hayden tended to his brood, he could feel his body betraying its limits. According to the ultrasound from a couple of months ago, he was carrying eight more babies, but he felt far heavier than that. His skin stretched tight and glossy, and his navel pushed out even more. Every movement made him groan, and even turning on the bed was a challenge.
His hips had grown broader, his thighs thicker, and his ass was so round and heavy that sitting for a long time was nearly impossible. His waddling was more intense with each passing day. He tried to hide the strain from his parents, but they saw how fast he was growingâfaster than ever beforeâand they exchanged silent glances of concern.
Hayden could feel it too. Every time he rubbed his taut belly, he could feel immense pressure from within, more than he should have. He could feel the two sets of quadruplets kicking and turning, but there was something else. At times, it felt like an entire crowd shifting within him. He would rest his head back and sigh, whispering to the unseen babies, trying to calm himself even though he already knew what was happening.
The demands on his body were relentless, constantly overwhelming him. His tits never stopped aching. His milk production had grown beyond what twelve babies could ever manage, and it left him flushed and sensitive. No matter how often he fed them, his nipples leaked constantly, soaking everything around him, even the nursing pads. He could feel the warm milk trickling down his belly as another baby whimpered nearby.
He would put the hungry babies on his tits, and he enjoyed the suckling mixed with the babiesâ tiny gulps and contented sighs. Sometimes, when the room was quiet except for those noises, Hayden would smile tiredly and whisper to himself that he really was a dairy factory. His body had endless work between growing the babies inside, producing milk, and feeding those already born.
Every hour brought another rush of pressure, leaving his tits feeling impossibly heavy. His skin tingled as milk refilled them, and he would shift with a low grunt, trying to relieve the ache. Sometimes, the babies latched so eagerly that they made him gasp. Each feeding left him breathless and trembling from the tenderness and the strange satisfaction of seeing their tiny faces soften with contentment. He had peaceful moments, but the struggles never disappeared.
Hunger was another battle. Hayden could not stop eating; it was as if every cell in his body screamed for fuel. He devoured everything his parents cookedâpiles of pancakes dripping with syrup, towering stacks of sandwiches, and entire pots of stew. He ate three hearty servings of breakfast before the sun was fully up. Then came snacks before lunchâcrunches, slurps, and sighs of relief as he satisfied wave after wave of hunger.
Lunch itself was a feast of seconds and thirds, followed by more bites while he rocked a baby or sang softly to calm them all. By evening, his appetite had become almost comical. The smell of roasting meat or baking bread made his belly growl audibly. At night, cravings drove him to whisper Jakeâs name, asking him to bring more food. His appetite seemed to grow with his belly. He was insatiable. He was constantly full but never satisfied.
Sometimes Jake woke to find Hayden already in the kitchen, spoon in hand, whispering nonsense while eating leftovers straight from the pot. âIâm eating for a whole town,â Hayden would tease, half-embarrassed and half-proud.
Jake would laugh, kissing his cheek. âAnd Iâm the one who got you that way, so Iâll keep you fed. Just name it, and Iâll bring it for you.â
Every Saturday, Jake arrived with arms full of bags of groceries, baby clothes, toys, and gifts from the other dads. The babies lit up at the sound of his voice, gurgling and kicking their little legs. He would scoop up two at a time, rocking them while Hayden smiled from the bed. The two moved in perfect harmony. Jake prepared bottles or folded laundry while Hayden fed or soothed whichever boy cried. And in the quieter moments, they would collapse together on the bed, surrounded by a sea of baby blankets, kissing and caressing each otherâs bodies.
Jakeâs tenderness never wavered. He brushed Haydenâs hair back when exhaustion pulled him down, massaged his swollen feet, and kissed the top of his massive belly as if thanking it for the life it carried. And one of Haydenâs favorite parts was when Jake passionately fucked him for as long as their busy life allowed them. Every weekend, they found a moment to let themselves go and fuck like rabbits, even though they knew the consequences.
Their strange, chaotic domestic world was perfect until one night, close to Christmas, when Hayden sighed and admitted that he felt lonely when Jake was gone during the week.
âI miss you so much it hurts,â Hayden whispered, rubbing his belly. âYou should be here with us. Or we should be there with you.â
Jake kissed his lips, brushing his fingers over the immense belly. âI hate being away from you. But I have to finish collegeâfor you and our many kids.â
Hayden smiled, but there were tears in his eyes. âThere has to be a way. Especially now that weâre having more.â He placed both hands on his belly.
Jakeâs grin grew, and his face lit up. âThen Iâll find us a place near campus. Somewhere we can all be together, twenty-four-seven. Who knows?â He lowered his voice and kissed Haydenâs grin. âMaybe that way we really will reach that hundred babies we talked about.â
Hayden laughed as their kisses turned more passionate. Jakeâs hands moved to squeeze Haydenâs meaty hips, making the pregnant guy moan. Both knew what they wanted. Both knew it was risky. But at this point, they needed each other too much to worry about adding more kids to Haydenâs womb. They surrendered to each other, and within seconds, Jakeâs cock was entering Haydenâs hole for the third fuck of the day.
*
When Christmas arrived, the house was chaotic, but joyful. The living roomâs floor was covered with gifts for the babies: tiny clothes, plush animals, bottles, endless rows of toys, and baby supplies, even for the unborn babies.
They had lots of fun opening presents, but Jake had saved his gifts for last. He handed Hayden a small box first. Inside, there was a bracelet engraved with both their names. Hayden couldnât contain his tears as he put it on. Next came a framed photo of all twelve babies lined up. Finally, Jake gave him a playful but practical gift that left everybody speechlessâan enormous maternity hoodie that actually fit.
Hayden blinked, and his mouth fell open before laughing. âYouâre kidding,â he gasped between laughs. The fabric looked impossibly wide and soft as a cloud. He stood carefully as Jake helped him unfold the hoodie. âItâs a Christmas miracle! Where did you even find something so big?â he joked, stretching it over his head. It kept stretching as it slid across his shoulders, chest, and mountainous belly, somehow managing to cover him almost entirely.
Noah laughed and whistled at the scene. âThat thingâs big enough to double as a circus tent,â he teased, laughing so hard he nearly dropped one of the babies.
Even Haydenâs dad chuckled. âThey should put that in the Guinness Book of Records. Seriously, Jake. Where did you get that thing?â
Hayden blushed and kept laughing, marveling at how his belly felt covered for the first time in months. âHey, itâs the first time somethingâs actually fit me in months!â he said proudly.
Hayden kissed him back and wrapped his arms around Jakeâs strong torso, overwhelmed by the love surrounding him. âMerry Christmas! I love you! We love you,â he said, looking at the babies all over the room and then at his belly, where the rest moved.
The meal that night was enormous, and Hayden couldnât stop eatingâseconds, thirds, and fourths. A deep groan of satisfaction followed each bite as he felt his body getting heavier. He reached for another serving, teasing Jake with a playful grin that he had made him this way. Every swallow came with a contented sigh, and his belly gurgled softly while Jake chuckled at his appetite. When everyone else had finished and drifted toward the living room, Hayden was still reaching for more, unable to stop even while breastfeeding some of the babies.
By bedtime, the house was quiet except for the coos of the babies. Jake tucked them in one by one, softly singing, and then returned to find Hayden still awake with his eyes half-lidded but hands busy polishing off the last of the pie. He looked so blissfully full that Jake had to laugh. Without a word, he turned on his heel, came back with another trayâwarm rolls, a bowl of stew, and a mug of hot milkâand set it beside him. Hayden groaned with delight.
âYou got me into this mess. You got me this pregnant,â Hayden said between bites as his cheeks flushed. âNow you have to feed me,â he added, playfully giving his massive belly a few pats before opening his mouth for Jake to pop a roll in.
âGladly,â Jake said, kissing Haydenâs cheeks and brushing crumbs from his lips before tenderly feeding him. âWeâd better keep all these babies well fed. We donât even know how many are in there,â he said, chuckling and smiling every time Hayden reached for another bite, doing everything he could to keep him satisfied as the night stretched on.
Then, as the year drew to a close, Haydenâs fullness became overwhelming. On December 30th, after a gigantic breakfast that left him feeling impossibly stretched and sluggish, he tried to nap in his bedroom, with one hand resting on his taut middle as he exhaled heavy sighs. His middle rose and fell with each breath, firmer than ever as the weight of it pressed into his ribs and hips. His belly gurgled, full of food and restless motion from within, and Hayden groaned softly, rubbing circles over the tense surface. Every attempt to shift brought a creak from the bed and a small gasp from him as he tried to ease the tightness.
Then, without warning, a deep cramp hit him. His eyes snapped open, and a low moan escaped his mouth as his entire abdomen seized up, rock-hard and trembling. He clutched at his belly instinctively, feeling the taut skin quivering beneath his fingers. Another contraction came, sharper this time, making him groan deep. He tried to breathe through it, but his breath came ragged. He groaned more as he tried to sit up, but his immense belly pinned him down.
âJake!â he gasped, but his voice broke mid-word.
Jake appeared in seconds, immediately realizing what was happening and instantly moving into action. He started opening drawers, gathering supplies they kept ready for the births. But before he could finish, he heard a loud wet pop followed by a rush of liquid pouring into the sheets as Haydenâs water broke. The pregnant guy let out a breathless cry as the liquid pooled beneath him, and his panting grew heavier.
Jake was at his side in an instant, gripping his hand and helping him change positions while Hayden groaned. The next contraction hit like a wall, forcing another moan as his massive belly tightened under Jakeâs touch.
âTheyâre coming,â he gasped, clutching Jakeâs hand.
âHey, hey. I know. Just breathe; you know it works. Youâve got this,â Jake responded, kissing Haydenâs trembling lips. âIâm here; Iâll always be here.â
Haydenâs parents and Noah took the twelve babies away so Hayden could focus on the current labor. The hours that followed were brutal as wave after wave of pain hit Haydenâs trembling and overly stretched body. Each contraction tore through him like fire, leaving him gasping and clutching at the sheets.
âYouâre doing so well,â Jake whispered, wiping sweat from Haydenâs face as he arched against the pressure. The muscles in his arms trembled as he bore down. Every fiber of his body focused on bringing the babies into the world.
âFuck! It never gets easier! It hurts so fucking much!â Hayden screamed as the first babyâs head slowly emerged, stretching him and making his hole burn like hell. âOh, please! Ugh! I need him out!â He cried out as the head popped free and the shoulders immediately pressed forward, making the pain peak.
The first baby came with a cry that made Haydenâs heart beat fast as he screamed and collapsed back onto the pillows. He was breathless, barely conscious, as Jake cleaned the baby and said how perfect he was. Not even a minute passed before the next contraction seized him.
âAnother oneâJake, I canâtââ He panted, gripping Jakeâs hand hard enough to make him wince. âPlease! Make it stop!â
Jake leaned close. âYou can. Iâm right here. Breathe and push.â
Hayden obeyed, forcing air through his clenched teeth as he pushed, pushed, and pushed until another sharp cry joined themâbaby two. Again, he barely had time to catch his breath before the third wave of contractions hit harder than the first two combined. His body trembled as he screamed through it, but the third baby came out faster than his older brothers. However, number four was right behind him, leaving Hayden barely conscious with pain.
Jake supported him, one hand at his back and the other rubbing his belly. âAlmost there. Youâve got this, Hayden. Come on. Push!â
Haydenâs head fell back, tears streamed down his cheeks, and his lips trembled as he cried out again. The final babyâs arrival was the hardest. Hours had passed, and Haydenâs body was nearly spent. Every movement was agony; every push felt like fire. âJakeâitâs too much,â he whispered. âI canât. I canât push anymore.â
Jake only squeezed his hand tighter, momentarily scared of how much Haydenâs body had gone through. âHey, hey. Youâre the strongest man Iâve ever met. Youâre the best daddy in the world. If thereâs someone on this planet who can do this, itâs you. Come on, one last push,â he softly said.
With a final, ragged scream, Hayden bore down, pushing harder than ever before. His body arched in pain and release until at last the cry of the fourth baby echoed in the room. Hayden slumped back, shaking, and his face was streaked with tears. By the time the final newbornâs cry settled into soft hiccups, Hayden was smiling again. All the pain was worth it when he had new babies in his arms.
âYou did it, Hayden. Theyâre here,â he said, placing the four babies in Haydenâs arms as both cried. âWe have sixteen sons now. You know I love them all the same, but you know these four mean something special,â he added, looking at the babies who looked just like him. The quadruplets were Jakeâs first biological sons, and their tiny faces resembled him.
âI know. They look just like you,â Hayden said, tearing at the lovely sight. âSo, names? I know we have a list, but we never discussed the order to use them since weâll need many names in the future.â
âTrue. What about⊠Hunter, Holden, Jensen, and John?â Jake said, caressing the babiesâ little hairs.
âI love them. They sound like handsome guys,â he said, giggling. âAs handsome as their dad. The best man in the world, and the one Iâll marry once he stops pumping me full of babies,â he added, and they kissed passionately.
Haydenâs parents, Noah, and all the older babies came into the room moments later to meet the new babies. They were so excited about the quadruplets that Haydenâs mom even said that she couldnât deny that Jake and Hayden made some cute babies together. Hayden blushed but nodded as he breastfed the newborns. He couldnât be happier, even when his hands were full and his whole body was so sore.
Jake bathed Hayden tenderly afterward, guiding him slowly into the warm water. Hayden winced as the first touch of water met his tender skin; every muscle in his body ached, his limbs felt heavy, and his chest was sore from hours of strain. Jakeâs hands moved carefully, moving a sponge across Haydenâs shoulders and down his arms, washing away the sweat and the fluids of labor. The warm water soothed the lingering tremors that rippled through him, making him sigh. His belly floated slightly, immense and taut, still impossibly round despite the births, as the water lapped softly against it.
When Jakeâs hand brushed over it, Hayden groaned softly. Haydenâs eyelids fluttered, smiling peacefully as he leaned back against Jakeâs arm. He whispered faintly, half-asleep, âI feel empty, but still so full. It doesnât even make sense.â
Jake leaned in and kissed his wet belly. âYouâre getting empty but also filling up with more babies. It doesnât have to make sense, enjoy it.â
When the bath was over, Jake helped him out carefully, wrapping him in soft towels and drying him off. Each step back to the bed was slow, and Hayden grunted softly as Jakeâs strong hands supported his back, easing him onto the sheets. Around them, sixteen tiny babies slept soundly with milk-filled tummies. It was moments like this that made Hayden feel like the happiest and luckiest man on Earth.
Haydenâs parents peeked in, smiling at the peaceful sight. But their eyes widened when they noticed how Haydenâs belly still looked too big and firm. They looked at each other, and after several weeks, they finally decided to ask.
âThereâre only four left, right?â his mother asked.
Hayden hesitated, blushing, and only caressed his middle. Jake blushed and looked at her with a soft smile. No one said another word, but the truth was clear.
I filmed this back when I was 9 months pregnant with triplets!!!
I used to shadow box all the time during lockdown to stay fit. I tried it again heavily pregnant and WOW was my endurance SHOT!
It felt like I was holding bowling balls in my abdomen. Every jab, every cross, every upper cut jiggled and sloshed my huge baby tank. I hope I get this pregnant again soon.
Throwback to my last pregnancy. Can't wait to be this pregnant again. Heavy, full, sloshing and waddling about. Legs spread wide. đźâđšđźâđšđ„”đ„”
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