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Baxter stood behind Ozzy, firmly massaging the heavily pregnant man’s hips and ass, making sure to tease the spots that he knew made Ozzy moan and tremble. Ozzy let out a guttural moan as Baxter’s fingers sank into his meaty flesh, reminding him of the many times they’ve had these secret encounters, and he was already longing to have many more of them. He arched his back, feeling the weight of his belly pulling him down and making his ass push backward even more into Baxter’s body.

“Someone’s eager, huh?” Baxter teased, gently spreading Ozzy’s ass cheeks with his hands and brushing his hardening cock against the crack.

“All the time! That’s what got me into this mess in the first place,” Ozzy responded playfully, letting his whole body lean more firmly against Baxter. “Go ahead, please.”

Baxter immediately obeyed, moving his hands to Ozzy’s hips, pressing his body forward, parting the plumped-up cheeks with his thick cock, and slowly entering the laboring hole that squirmed around the huge intruder. Ozzy trembled as Baxter’s cock stretched in a way that only the big man could, and Baxter moaned at the stimulation—the contractions coursing through Ozzy’s body were a plus to the already incredible sensation.

Ozzy’s breathing shortened and turned into a low, trembling sound of delight as his hands gripped the counter tighter, as the moment deepened. Baxter grinned and started moving back and forth, carefully and passionately at first, making sure to hit Ozzy’s most sensitive spots with each thrust. Ozzy’s eyes rolled into his skull, and soft moans escaped his lips with each passionate pounding. It was a moment of pure bliss, exactly like the one that had started it all.

Baxter couldn’t help but smirk as he worked, loving how Ozzy so willingly surrendered to him. It didn’t matter how wrong it was, but it was impossible to deny how much he loved it. And the more he thought about the whole pregnancy, the stronger and faster he pounded, imagining them repeating it all over again.

Ozzy groaned low, and his breath broke into softer gasps as another contraction rolled through him, but his voice was full of rough delight rather than pain. His body shifted with each thrust, drawing another breathy sound between the tremors that overtook him. Baxter’s hands found his hips and middle, feeling the pull and strain of muscle under his hands as he moved. Ozzy’s belly tightened with a deep contraction that made his whole body tense.

By the time Baxter couldn’t hold back anymore, Ozzy was barely able to stand on his own. His knees were weak, his hips ached like never before, and his belly felt heavier. Then, as another contraction peaked, he felt Baxter’s cock throbbing violently inside him, sending a torrent of warm cum into him that made his middle swell slightly, and the tautness spread outward as the fullness inside him increased. He groaned, half in effort, half in wonder, but a grin appeared on his lips even through the strain.

When Baxter finally stopped, pushing his cock all the way in and wrapping his arms around Ozzy’s middle, the pregnant man gripped the edge of the counter as another contraction rolled through him. His body tightened from within, with a deep and consuming pressure that he could barely stand. He was sweating and trembling, not only due to labor but also the intense fucking they had just had. Baxter stayed behind him, lovingly caressing his belly and playfully twisting his hips to tease Ozzy’s hole.

“You’re doing so good,” Baxter whispered against Ozzy’s shoulder.

Ozzy groaned, arching his back as his belly clenched hard beneath Baxter’s hands. “Ugh! It’s getting worse,” he panted. “They’re… they’re closer now.”

Baxter held him tighter through the contraction. “Breathe with me,” he said, remaining calm despite Ozzy’s pain. After the contraction passed, Baxter moved away and pulled out, causing Ozzy to gasp as the thick cock slid out with a wet pop.

When the next contraction hit, Ozzy groaned—it was bigger and sharper, and his knees nearly gave out. “I—” he started, but before he could finish, a sudden warmth burst downward. There was a loud splash against the tile, making both men freeze. Ozzy blinked, stunned, then let out a weak, incredulous laugh. “Oh, great. I guess that’s my water.”

Baxter’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell. We need to call someone! You can’t—”

“No!” Ozzy cut him off quickly, still panting. “The game’s not over! I can’t—” Another groan cut through his protest. “I can’t leave them now.”

“Ozzy,” Baxter said, looking from the puddle at their feet back to Ozzy’s face. “You can’t stay like this. You’re soaked, and the contractions will get worse.”

Ozzy grinned despite the discomfort, taking a deep breath and slowly straightening himself up. “I know. I promise I’ll be fine. And there’s a clean pair of pants in my car, on the passenger side. Go grab it for me, okay?”

Baxter hesitated. “I won’t leave you alone right now.”

Ozzy gave a shaky smile that showed confidence and stubbornness. “Go. I’ll be fine.”

Baxter nodded and hurried out. Ozzy leaned heavily against the counter, groaning softly as another sharp pain rippled through him. “This is all your fault, you know,” he whispered, addressing the absent Baxter with a weak chuckle. “And you and your timing…” He added, looking down at his middle, feeling the restless movement inside. “You three are just as impatient as your dad. But give me a few minutes until your brother’s game is over, okay?”

When Baxter returned, he was slightly out of breath but immediately knelt beside Ozzy, helping him remove the soaked shorts. “You really shouldn’t be moving,” he said.

Ozzy smiled faintly, lifting his feet carefully so Baxter could help him into the clean pants. “You think I’m missing my boys’ championship game? Not a chance.”

Baxter chuckled at Ozzy’s stubbornness and guided the clean shorts up over his legs. The pregnant man hissed softly, feeling his abdomen tightening as he tried to stay on his feet. Baxter took his time, enjoying how Ozzy’s plump ass barely fit in the shorts. The fabric stretched tight around his thighs, and Baxter adjusted it, smoothing the waistband beneath Ozzy’s belly and tugging gently at the sides until they sat properly.

Baxter’s hands stayed on Ozzy’s body longer than needed, brushing along the sides of the round belly with a teasing fondness. “You know,” he whispered with a cocky grin, “I’ll never get over how good you look carrying my kids.” His hands drifted lower, firmly squeezing Ozzy’s hip before playfully slapping the rounded butt.

Ozzy rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the flustered smile spreading across his face. “Hold back your horses, stud. Let me push this batch out first, then we can explore the idea of having our own soccer team.

Baxter chuckled, playfully brushing his bulge against Ozzy’s hips. “I love how that sounds,” he added softly. “Next time… I swear I’ll get you even bigger.” He leaned in and kissed Ozzy’s lips as his hands rubbed his belly. “I’ll stay to clean this mess up.”

Once dressed, Ozzy straightened up with effort, one hand pressed to his back while Baxter steadied him. Ozzy reached out and pulled him into a quick, grateful kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” he whispered, and gathering what little strength he had left, he waddled outside.

He tried to act casual as he returned to his spot among the cheering crowd. Every step was a battle because the babies were lower now, pressing down on his hips and forcing him to spread his legs even more as each contraction threatened to buckle his knees. Still, he moved, one hand gripping his belly and the other pressed to his lower back.

When he reached the sidelines again, his ex-wife immediately rose from the bench, noticing his heavier waddling, the discomfort on his face, and sweat running down his whole body. “Where have you been? Are you okay?”

He forced a grin, though his face was pale. “I’m fine,” he said. “I needed some time to breathe because the babies are eager to meet everyone, I guess.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you in labor?”

“Kind of,” he admitted, but as a contraction hit and he groaned, he couldn’t hide the truth. “Okay. I’m in labor. My water just broke, and the babies are literally pushing downward. But the game is almost over, and I can’t miss this. I won’t ruin the boys’ big game.”

She looked torn between panic and awe, but finally nodded, helping him sit down again. “You’ve always been so stubborn, but I admire it when you are like that to support our boys,” she said, sitting beside him and rubbing his back and belly.

Her touch made Ozzy sigh and moan softly. He smiled at her, moving his lips with a soundless “Thank you” that made her roll her eyes. However, it was clear that she cared about him because her touch on his belly remained loving and tender. Ozzy’s breaths came in short bursts as the pressure inside peaked, but at least his ex-wife’s support helped him handle the pain. He shifted, and the bench creaked beneath him, reminding him of how much heavier the pregnancy had made him.

His skin gleamed with sweat, and his t-shirt was glued to his chest and belly. He took deep breaths and gritted his teeth as he leaned forward, gripping his knees tightly. The motion drew a low groan from him while his ex‑wife’s hands moved over his belly and lower back, whispering in his ear to remind him how to breathe steadily and remain calm.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled through his teeth as another contraction rolled over him, tightening every muscle. He wanted to cry out in pain and let his body do its work, but a stifled cry quickly turned into a deep grunt as he forced himself to stay composed. His boys still needed to know he was there for them.

“Come on, boys,” he shouted through clenched teeth, making sure Oliver and Owen could hear him among the crowd. “You can do it.”

The game built to its climax, and as Ozzy thought he couldn’t take another second, Oliver passed the ball to Owen, and together they scored the winning goal. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Ozzy’s cry mixed with it, raw and full of emotion. His eyes filled with tears as the pressure in his body reached its peak, and his hips felt as if they were about to crack.

Moments later, the final whistle announced the end of the game, and Oliver and Owen came running toward the bench to celebrate their victory. “Dad! Did you see us?” Oliver shouted, jumping into Ozzy’s arms and making him groan as Owen hugged their mom.

Ozzy laughed, even as tears streaked down his cheeks. “You were perfect,” he managed, struggling to hide his pain. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Oliver, be careful. Your dad’s in pain,” their mom said, kneeling beside them and brushing their hair back. “You guys were incredible out there, but now we need to get Dad to the hospital,” she added, and the boys turned pale as they looked at Ozzy.

“Your brothers are coming,” he managed to say as his belly tightened.

The boys’ excitement turned to astonishment, then wonder. “Now?” Owed asked.

Ozzy tried to rise but winced sharply, gripping the edge of the bench. “Not… now-now,” he said weakly, though the look on his face said otherwise. His legs trembled, and a sharp cry escaped him as he gasped, clutching at his belly. “Ugh! Okay, okay. Maybe they’re coming NOW!” he said, breathing heavily. “They’re too low. I can’t move my legs.”

Before anyone could argue, Baxter appeared, looking concerned but trying not to intrude. “Hey, is something wrong?” he asked, glancing from Ozzy to the others.

Ozzy’s ex-wife turned quickly. “He’s in labor but says he can’t move. I’ll call 911; they’ll send an ambulance,” she said, almost breathless.

“No! Too much drama. No 911. No ambulance. Please,” Ozzy said. 

Baxter blinked, as if caught off guard, then nodded. “Alright, then. Let me help,” he said, stepping closer. He crouched to Ozzy’s level, grinning as he could barely hide his excitement over this scene. “I’ll carry you to the car,” he offered, making his concern sound natural and sincere and not lustful, as it actually was.

Ozzy hesitated, torn between pride and desperation, then nodded weakly. “Fine,” he breathed, “just get me out of here.”

Baxter slipped an arm under his knees and another around his back, lifting him carefully, mindful of the tight belly between them. The movement drew a few surprised looks from nearby parents, but Ozzy barely noticed, too focused on the babies pressing down inside. At that moment, he didn’t care about suspicion or stares; the only thing that mattered was making it to the car and getting through what was coming.

“Is this a way to convince me to give you more kids?” Ozzy whispered so quietly that only Baxter could hear him.

“Maybe. Is it working?” Baxter responded, just as quietly.

“You had already convinced me for a second batch, but this is sealing a deal for a third for sure,” Ozzy responded, gripping Baxter’s shirt and almost ripping it when a contraction hit.

As they reached the parking lot, Ozzy’s ex-wife opened the passenger door of her car, aware that the pregnant man was in no condition to drive. Ozzy groaned with discomfort, trying to maneuver his swollen middle between the dashboard and seat as every movement made the pressure on his hips worse. Baxter quickly adjusted the seat, sliding it back and tilting it slightly to give Ozzy more space.

Baxter steadied him, whispering for him to breathe while Ozzy shifted his legs apart to make room for the weight resting between his hips. His breath came short, his belly was rock hard with contractions, but he still managed a faint grin.

“Are you okay?” Baxter asked softly, tenderly brushing Ozzy’s shoulder.

“Barely,” Ozzy whispered, chuckling weakly. “Feels like the first one’s already between my hips.” He winced and laughed in the same breath, trying to ease the tension with humor. Baxter smiled at him, and for a moment, their eyes met as they were having an intense, wordless conversation about their past, present, and future.

When Ozzy was finally settled, his ex-wife helped him fasten the seatbelt across his chest. The boys piled into the back while Baxter stayed outside the car, resting a hand briefly on the doorframe.

“Good luck,” Baxter said softly.

Ozzy smiled through the pain, nodding and holding his belly lovingly as if reminding himself that his babies carried that magnificent man’s genes. Deep down, he couldn’t wait to go for batch two, batch three, and as many babies as Baxter wanted to have. Having his boys and their mom so excited about it all made things even better. However, it was time to focus on giving birth to the three boys moving in his belly and then move on to having more.

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