“Babe, babe!” “Hurry, he’s kicking”- you yell. I come and hold you, we relax on the sand, I hold you, I feel our baby move and kick. In this moment, I’ve never been more in love…
Dean stood in the hallway outside the apartment door on Friday, August 15, shifting his weight as he balanced several duffel bags and a backpack that looked as overstuffed as his massive muscles under his skin. Standing at 6’6” and weighing 295 pounds, he turned heads anywhere. A thin layer of softness covered his whole body, giving him an off-season look that made every inch of his body even more stunning. He’d recently turned twenty, and moving into a new apartment gave him a boost of energy, as if something big was about to start.
He ran a hand through his dirty-blonde hair, the longer top messy from the heat and the sides cropped clean. A faint, permanent blush across his cheeks softened his strong jaw as his full lips curved in a confident half-smile. His piercing green eyes were bright and vivid, framed by lashes that gave them a captivating effect. A silver piercing glinted at his right eyebrow, giving his otherwise boyish looks a subtle rebellious edge.
Dean wore a snug red tank top that strained over his torso as if it had been painted on—stretching wide across his thick chest, settling almost too tight around the deep curve of his pecs, and pulling taut over his traps and back. His nipples pressed noticeably through the fabric—something he was long used to noticing whenever he wore tanks like this. The tank dipped low enough to hint at the dense slab of his upper chest and showed a cleavage that seemed deep enough to get lost in.
His arms were massive, bulging outward even when he was relaxed, with veins faintly tracing along his forearms as his grip tightened around the bag straps. And his core was thick, with the faint outlines of his bulging abs, slightly padded by a soft layer that curved just enough to make him look thick and more powerful.
The gym shorts he wore were scandalously short. They hugged his thighs tightly enough that the muscles filled them to the brim, and the fabric rode up with every slight movement. His quads were thick, tapering down into powerful knees and solid calves that flexed as he shifted. His hips rolled slightly when he adjusted his stance, and his thick bubble butt made the back of his shorts protest faintly, stretching the fabric smooth over muscle that looked outstandingly big even in his already massive body.
And shorts did nothing to hide what sat between his thighs. The bulge was heavy and overfilled, with the thick outline of his foot-long soft cock pressing insistently forward. It was impossible to hide its length and thickness, resting atop softball-sized balls that sat low and solid beneath. His bulge shifted when he moved, demanding attention even when he pretended not to notice. The combined mass of shaft and balls stretched the shorts just as much as his thighs did, making everything look close to bursting.
He glanced once more at the door and then down with a faint smirk. His expression relaxed, and he gave the front of his shorts a quick tug to adjust his cock, easing the pressure into something more comfortable before lifting his knuckles and knocking.
The door opened almost immediately.
A big guy filled the doorframe, standing tall at 6’2” and weighing about 240 pounds. He wore a tank top too, dark and snug, stretched tight across a broad chest that sat heavy and solid on his frame. The fabric pulled just enough to outline dense pecs with a fullness that nobody could ignore. His shoulders were broad and squared, the kind that made doorways feel smaller, and his arms were big and strong, with a nice thickness that came from years of bulking rather than chasing definition. The body underneath it all had softened just enough to make him look even more substantial.
His shorts were short in their own right, riding low on his hips and clinging shamelessly to his thick ass, which was impossible to miss as he briefly turned to the side. His ass cheeks sat high and proud behind him, and the shorts rode up slightly, trapping the fabric between them as he shifted his stance. The motion showcased thick, strong thighs that seemed designed to support his heavy, powerful body.
Light brown hair stuck up in a casual, spiky fringe that gave him a slightly younger edge, and his olive-green eyes widened just a fraction when he took Dean in. A strong jaw and a hint of scruff framed a face that expressed confidence easily—protective, calm, and clearly used to being the biggest guy in the room until now.
For a beat, they just stared at each other. Dean’s mouth curved into a cocky grin, and he lifted one eyebrow as his gaze scanned the guy’s frame, openly appreciative of the thickness, the solid look, and how he definitely knew how to make a great first impression.
Meanwhile, the guy didn’t bother hiding his admiration. His eyes traveled up Dean’s body openly—over the towering height, the massive chest, the arms that looked like they belonged to a bodybuilding contest, and then at the overpacked bulge. He let out a quiet breath through his nose, almost laughing at the sight.
“Damn,” the guy said, then grinned. “You must be Dean.”
“Yeah, that’s me,” Dean replied, with a natural and casual confidence.
The guy stepped forward and offered his hand. “Cool. I’m Kaden.”
Their hands met, and the handshake turned into a brief, instinctive test. Kaden squeezed, firm and solid. Dean responded without thinking, tightening his grip just as firmly. For a second, their forearms flexed, muscle against muscle, and both of them smiled like they knew exactly what was happening.
Kaden nodded, impressed. “Okay. Nice to meet you, Dean.” He reached for one of Dean’s duffels without asking, lifting it easily. “Come on in. It’s hot as hell out here.”
Inside, just past the entryway, they paused, settling the bags down for a moment as they took some time to get to know each other.
“So,” Kaden said, glancing back at Dean, still staring and shaking his head with a quiet laugh, “I’ll be honest, I was not expecting all of this.”
Dean smiled. “You mean me? Being big?”
Kaden gestured openly at him, not even trying to hide it, as his eyes ran over Dean again. “Yeah! I’m a big guy. I know what big looks like. But you walk in, and suddenly I feel like the room got smaller. You were born in a gym or something?”
Dean shrugged. The motion made his shoulders roll, muscles shifting under the tank. “I do go to the gym,” he said, casually. “But not as often as people think.”
“How long have you been lifting?” Kaden asked, clearly curious now.
“Since I was fifteen.” Dean bounced his pecs to emphasize his point. “But again, not as often as you probably think.”
Kaden let out a low whistle. “That explains part of it. And by “not as often,” you mean?”
“Only once or twice a week. I keep it simple. Heavy stuff when I feel like it. Squats, bench, and rows. I don’t live there.” Dean shrugged. “My body just likes being big.”
Kaden raised his eyebrows, not even trying to hide his surprise.
Dean grinned and flexed one arm without thinking. The muscle swelled up under his skin like it had been waiting for permission. The bicep peaked hard as the skin stretched tight over it. Up close, the shape felt exaggerated—dense and heavy-looking as the mass filled out completely, making it impossible not to stare.
Kaden’s eyes involuntarily widened. “Okay. Genetics definitely showed up for you.”
Dean relaxed again, clearly enjoying himself. “I guess they did.”
Then they focused on more casual topics—Kaden’s passion for architecture as he described site visits. He said he loved walking through half-built houses and figuring out how people would actually move through them, where light should fall, and how a place should feel comfortable instead of just impressive. He spoke with his hands a bit when he got into it, something Dean found cute as he listened, genuinely interested.
Dean then talked about business school and the plans after that. He said he wanted to run his own company someday—maybe a gym, which would be fun. He wanted to be the one making decisions and setting the tone, but he first wanted to finish college.
Kaden looked at him again as the pieces clicked together. “Wait,” he said slowly. “How old did you say you were?”
Dean smiled. “Twenty.”
Kaden stopped and stared at him again in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope,” Dean responded with a cocky smile. “I turned twenty ten days ago.”
Kaden laughed. “No fucking way. Dude! You won the genetic lottery.”
They moved deeper into the apartment as they talked, and Dean’s eyes drifted around, taking everything in. The space was wide and comfortable, with clean lines and warm light still spilling through the large windows. The kitchen was large and clearly well-used but spotless, with counters clear and everything in its place. Dean saw the ample living room and how all the furniture not only looked decorative but also invited relaxation. On one side, there was a dining table that felt perfect for a large family. At the far end, glass doors opened out to a balcony.
The place felt calm.
Dean smiled. “This place looks even better than the pictures.”
“Yeah,” Kaden said. “Most people think four guys living together would have dirt everywhere. But we try not to live like animals.”
They reached the living room, and Dean saw another roommate there.
The guy sat at the table with a laptop open and papers neatly stacked beside it, perfectly aligned. He wore a button-down shirt and a neatly knotted tie; the fabric was smooth and unwrinkled. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing lean, defined forearms—disciplined-looking, strong without bulk, the opposite of Dean’s own build. His trousers sat clean at his hips, falling straight down long legs to his polished shoes.
Joshua’s posture was immaculate—back straight, shoulders set, and controlled movements. His dark hair was neat, not a strand out of place, giving his sharp features an even more composed edge. Wire-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, framing piercing blue eyes that stayed focused as he spoke, scanning notes on the screen while one hand gestured subtly even in motion. Everything about him looked put together and unflappable to Dean, like someone who’d built himself to run smoothly under pressure.
Dean’s grin turned playful.
“…no, that delay isn’t acceptable,” the guy said with a calm but edged voice. Then he looked up, saw Dean, and froze. “Ehh… I’ll call you back.”
His eyes locked on Dean, scanning him openly in shock. He closed the laptop with a soft click, and his phone remained forgotten in his hand.
Kaden chuckled. “Dean, this is Joshua.” They put Dean’s bags down by the couch as Kaden continued, “He’s a logistics wizard and a bit of a control freak—in a good way. He keeps this place running.”
Dean laughed. “Sounds intense.”
“And Josh, this giant right here,” Kaden added, “is our new roommate. He’s twenty.”
Joshua blinked. “You’re joking.”
Dean shook his head.
Joshua stood. At 5’11” and maybe 175 pounds, the difference became striking, with Dean towering over him, broader and thicker in all aspects.
Joshua cleared his throat and offered his hand. “Joshua,” he said quickly, shaking Dean’s hand. “And for the record, Kaden never really explains what I do properly.”
Kaden grinned. “You move boxes.”
Joshua rolled his eyes, then turned back to Dean. “I coordinate supply chains. Which means when things don’t arrive, I’m the one who fixes the issue. Planning routes, managing delays, keeping entire operations from falling apart.” He pushed his glasses up slightly, a habit more than a need. “It’s less glamorous than it sounds, but it keeps everything running.”
Dean nodded, genuinely impressed. “That actually sounds intense.”
“It is but—” Joshua opened his mouth to respond, then stopped himself as Dean unintentionally bounced his pecs. “I’m sorry, but you are ridiculous,” he said, stunned. “I mean that as a compliment,” he added quickly, still staring. “You don’t look real.”
Dean raised an eyebrow, pleased at the comment.
Before Joshua could overthink it, he reached out, trying to close his fingers around Dean’s bicep. His hand slid slightly as he tried to get a better grip, spreading his fingers wider, but there was too much there—too thick for him to wrap around.
“Man—” Joshua let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s insane.”
Dean glanced down at him, smirking and flexing. The bicep swelled under Joshua’s hand, forcing his fingers apart as the muscle rose and rounded.
“Damn,” Joshua said a bit too loudly, then laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Kaden snorted. “Told you.”
“Honestly,” Joshua went on, shaking his head, still half holding Dean’s arm, “you make Kaden look like a stick.”
“Hey,” Kaden protested, laughing. “You’re the skinny one here. Maybe Dean will help me convince you to join a gym and bulk up a bit.”
Dean grinned down at Joshua, appraising in a way that was playful rather than sharp. “You’d look good with more size on you,” he said, like it was an obvious thought.
Joshua froze, then flushed—something that clearly wasn’t usual for him. “Right… I’ll think about it,” he said, clearing his throat.
Dean smirked.
Kaden laughed and gave Dean’s pec a friendly pat. “Come on. Let’s go meet Isaac.”
“He’s in his favorite place,” Joshua added, still a little flustered.
Dean followed Kaden across the living room, past Joshua, who stood there like he’d forgotten how to move. They headed toward the far end of the place where the glass doors were open, leading outside.
The balcony was larger than Dean expected. It wasn’t only a slab of concrete with a chair or two—it felt like a small garden suspended above the city. And in the middle of it stood a guy watering the plants.
Dean lifted his eyebrows, impressed.
The guy was tall at 6’3” and lean at 200 pounds. He stood barefoot, wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung loose over his torso and a pair of soft shorts that sat low on his hips. He held a hose casually in one hand, watering the plants with unhurried movements. The shirt was tight in places that hinted at what was underneath—broad shoulders tapering into a toned chest, a flat abdomen, and long lines that made him look like a swimmer. His arms were strong without being bulky, with muscles stretched sleek and smooth along his limbs.
His light blond hair fell in loose waves around his face, catching the breeze, and when he shifted, Dean saw the profile of a calm expression. There was something peaceful about him, like he belonged exactly where he was.
“Hey, Isaac,” Kaden called out. “I want you to meet someone.”
Isaac turned, and the moment his eyes landed on Dean, his calm cracked, only for a second—but it was enough. His eyes widened, then flicked down without permission. The hose dipped in his hand, and a sudden spray of cold water hit Dean square in the chest.
“Whoa—!” Kaden stepped back fast, laughing.
Dean took it full on. Water soaked straight through his tank top, darkening the fabric instantly and plastering it to his chest and abdomen. The soaked fabric glued itself to every ridge and curve of muscle, outlining his pecs so sharply that it left nothing to the imagination.
Dean blinked, then burst out laughing.
“Shit—I’m so sorry!” Isaac said, flustered, snapping the hose away and twisting the valve off. “I— I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay,” Dean said, as water dripped from the hem of his shirt. “It’s hot anyway.”
Kaden was grinning widely as he stepped back in. “Isaac, this is Dean. New roommate.”
Isaac swallowed, set the hose down carefully, and wiped his hands on his shorts before stepping forward. “I’m Isaac. Sorry again.”
They shook hands, and Isaac’s eyes widened slightly at the firmness of Dean’s grip. His fingers instinctively tightened in response before he caught himself.
Dean smiled. “Nice setup out here. You do all this?”
Isaac nodded, easing back into himself. “Yeah. Plants help me relax,” he said, glancing around the balcony. “I work as an accounting consultant—mostly from home—so I spend a lot of time in my head, numbers and spreadsheets and all that,” he added with a smile, nudging a pot gently with his foot. “It’s quiet out here. Peaceful. So I love it.” He looked back at Dean. “Once you’ve settled, you should come hang out sometime. It’s a good place to breathe.”
“I’d like that,” Dean said, nodding. “I’m actually studying business management and entrepreneurship, so hearing you talk about numbers and consulting sounds good.” He glanced down at his soaked shirt, then back up with a playful grin. “First, I should probably change.”
He reached down and slowly pulled the damp tank top up and over his head. The wet fabric dragged over his torso, sticking for a moment before coming free. His pecs were heavy and thick, and the skin was damp and gleaming. He gave a subtle bounce of his chest as he freed the shirt completely, putting on a little show.
Kaden looked away for half a second too late.
Isaac didn’t even try to look away. He swallowed hard, and his throat bobbed as his eyes stayed fixed a beat too long. Dean noticed how Isaac shifted his weight when a subtle stir in his shorts made him instinctively adjust himself. Nothing obvious, but visible enough.
Dean’s smile turned a little more playful at the sight.
“Okay!” Kaden said, clearing his throat. “Still one more person to meet.”
Dean draped his soaked tank top over his shoulders, winking at Isaac. “I’ll be back.”
They returned to the living room to pick up Dean’s bags. Joshua nearly choked on his glass of water when he saw the new roommate in shirtless glory.
Dean only smirked.
They headed down the short hall toward the bedrooms. Kaden walked ahead, and Dean’s eyes drifted lower, unashamed, following the sway of Kaden’s thick ass as he walked. It moved beautifully and hypnotically without trying.
Then, Kaden stopped at a door. “Last stop,” he said, then pushed it open.
The room was big, organized, and spotless, like the rest of the apartment. Posters and gaming gear lined the walls, and controllers were neatly stacked on a desk beside a large bed.
And on that bed, Dean saw a guy sprawled on his back in boxer briefs, hands tucked behind his head, earphones in, and eyes closed. His dark hair was disheveled against the pillow, styled in a playful way that still looked intentional, framing a cute face with soft lines and a boyish ease. Even when relaxed, his expression showed youthful confidence.
At 5’8” and around 160 pounds, he was shorter and leaner than the others, but his chest stood out—broad, thick, and heavily sculpted, sitting high and round on his frame. Despite the visible nerdy look in the room, it was evident that this guy spent some time in the gym working on his pecs. His shoulders flared wide into strong arms, lean but clearly worked, with faint veins along his forearms where they rested above his head.
His torso narrowed into a tight waist, with abs sharply defined without looking strained. The boxer briefs sat low on his hips, leaving his thighs mostly bare and accentuating his packed bulge beneath the fabric. Everything about him felt compact but powerful.
Dean stared in open appreciation as Kaden stepped closer and tapped the guy’s leg.
The guy jumped. “The fuck, dude—knock first!” Then he saw Dean and turned pale. His eyes locked onto Dean’s shirtless form, jaw slack for a split second before color rushed back into his face. He scrambled for a pillow, pulling it over his lap as his cheeks burned red.
Kaden laughed. “Relax. This is Dean. New roommate.”
“Uh—” Asher swallowed hard. “Hey. Welcome. I’m Asher.” He extended a shaky hand. Dean took it, and Asher winced slightly.
“Strong, right?” Kaden said, grinning. “Dude’s a monster. In a good way.”
Dean laughed. “Thanks, I guess.”
Asher stared. “So—what—are you a bodybuilder or something?”
“Nope,” Dean said calmly. “Business major.”
Kaden added, “He’s twenty.”
Asher’s eyes widened. “No way.”
Dean chuckled. “Yeah. I’m in college. What about you?”
“Uh—I, um,” Asher started, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to focus. “I do graphic design. Mostly web stuff. Branding, layouts, and illustrations sometimes.” His eyes moved up to Dean’s chest, then down, scanning the heavy bulge in his shorts before he caught himself.
“Freelance?” Dean asked.
“Y-yeah,” Asher said, nodding a little too fast. “Well—no, I mean, I work for a small company, but—” He swallowed and tried again. “It’s creative. I like it.” His voice dropped as his eyes drifted again, mumbling slightly as he spoke. “I—yeah. I design stuff.”
Dean nodded, watching how Asher’s chest moved when he spoke.
“He’s kind of a geek, and we love him for that,” Kaden said eventually. “So, Dean. Time to see your room.”
“Sure!” Dean said. “See you later, Asher.”
Asher only nodded, stunned.
Then they moved to the room next door, Dean’s. It was as big as every space in the apartment, clean and empty.
Kaden gestured around playfully. “All yours,” he said. “Do whatever you want.”
Dean grinned and stepped forward, hugging Kaden suddenly. He wrapped his big arms around Kaden’s thick frame and pulled him in close. Dean’s chest pressed into Kaden’s, and the difference in size was impossible to miss. Kaden stiffened at first, surprised, then sucked in a breath as Dean’s weight settled against him. The hug was tight and full-bodied, with Dean’s forearms locking behind Kaden’s back.
For a brief second, something stirred low in Kaden’s shorts, brushing against Dean’s thigh where their legs were close. Kaden flushed instantly, and his pulse kicked up as he became painfully aware of it. Dean noticed but didn’t comment. He only squeezed once more before letting go.
Kaden stepped back quickly, clearing his throat. “Yeah,” he said. “Uh— get comfortable. Make yourself feel at home. And whatever you need, literally anything, just let me know.”
Dean smiled, and Kaden turned before he could overthink it, leaving the room.
Dean stood there for a moment after the door shut. Then he dropped onto the bed and stretched out, taking up space without restraint. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about Kaden’s stunned reaction, Joshua’s touch, Isaac’s calm that had cracked just enough, Asher’s wide eyes, and shaky voice. A grin spread slowly across his face.
“Yeah,” he whispered to himself. “I’m going to have so much fun here.”
Fan Service - After amassing a huge following on social media, he decided to have some fun and participate in a “fuck-a-fan” contest with his adult followers. He hopped on a livestream and randomly picked a winner, expecting it to be one of his many beautiful female followers. To his surprise, it was one of his male followers, and an absolutely massive one at that!
He wasn’t sure about having to fuck a guy, but he had done it in the past during his college days, so he knew what to expect, or so he thought. After verifying his fan’s age, he set up the location, time, place, and transportation for his lucky follower to claim his winnings from the contest. When he noticed that his fan arrived to the hotel where they agreed to meet, he was immediately taken aback by the sheer size of the man standing in front of him! 6’5, 295 pounds of pure muscle, a dick so big you could see it through his sweatpants and so thick it rivaled the girth of a soda can, and a masculine energy so strong it could make the strictest of tops submit!
As his fan entered their hotel room for the day, he tried to mentally prepare to mount this behemoth of a man. After some much needed foreplay, he found himself being picked up and flipped over! Overtaken by the sheer amount of masculine energy radiating from the man behind him, he didn’t ask any questions and did what he was told.
He moaned as his fan took his tongue between his cheeks and ate like it was his last meal on earth. After being absolutely devoured, he found himself flipped over again, but this time with his fan’s rock hard 10” dick in his face! His fan looked down at him as if to say “You know what to do with this.” And that he did. Next thing he knew, he had all 10” down his throat as his fan fucked his face like it was his other hole. As he swallowed the massive member attached to his fan, he felt a massive wave of pre-cum flowing almost nonstop down his throat and into his very quickly swelling belly! He rubbed his belly, trying to soothe the discomfort as his cum-filled belly grew faster than he thought possible!
After 10 minutes of getting filled to the brim from one end, his fan picks him up and flips him over once again, lining up his massive dick with his hole. He’d never done anything like this before, but the pure energy coming off his fan made him feel like all he wanted to do was submit. He moaned in bliss as the biggest dick he’s ever seen slowly started stroking his hole. As they picked up speed, he started feeling more and more submissive and was taking that massive dick with ease!
For over an hour, he found himself with dick all in his stomach in almost every position in the kama sutra, and even a few that even they couldn’t foresee. Then, he heard his fan grunt, and he felt a torrent of cum blasting his guts! He blew up to the size of a basketball in a matter of minutes, and he finally felt the pressure coming from the fire hose attached to the man that was deep inside him slow.
He poked his belly, feeling the thick, heavy cum sloshing around inside him, and his fan rubbed his bloated belly, clearly proud of his work. This repeated multiple times from the morning his fan arrived, till the next morning when his fan flew back home!
After his life-changing ordeal, he didn’t think anything of it, until he started showing signs of pregnancy! Morning sickness, lethargy, and a rapidly growing appetite all hit him like a mack truck. He dm’d his fan after 2 months to show him what he had done after flooding his guts with enough cum to fill a bathtub. He was only 2 months pregnant, but with 16 massive babies growing very quickly inside him!
He’ll never be able to hide this from his fans, because by the time he gets to 9 months, he’ll be so big he’ll be more belly than man!
PSA calling all single feeders/encouragers, please come sabotage my body and melt my brain. Your boy is lonely and hungry. DM your application to be my boyfriend/enabler.
Sorry for being a bit MIA yall! Just been busy with appointments and trying to stay active at the gym despite my size - my chest is starting to get a bit bigger too and I just feel fat and bloated but the husband loves to cuddle my belly and talk to our baby constantly
From my late night walk - one of my favorite parts of being pregnant is how round I’m getting with my husbands baby - and I love how my belly sticks out of my shirts 🙈
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