Wrestling the Changes - Part 20 (Patreon)

On January 2, Hayden sat nervously in his bed, with one hand rubbing circles over his slightly sagging belly and the other hand covering his right nipple to see if it could stop the milk flow. Jake sat close beside him, with one arm around Hayden’s shoulders and his free hand covering the other leaking nipple. Hayden’s parents and Noah were downstairs caring for the sixteen babies because the doctor had come to check on Hayden’s health after he had given birth to Jake’s quadruplets three days ago.

His belly was softer after the recent birth, but it was already beginning to firm again as if his body was preparing for more. At this point, after so many months of constant pregnancy, Hayden couldn’t tell the difference between an emptying belly and a growing one. His middle was always expanding with the next batch, even right after giving birth to a set of babies, and this time was no exception.

Every inch of his body felt heavy and stretched, and the labor had accentuated every sensation. His ass still ached faintly from the strain of delivering the quadruplets. His pecs were large and tender, leaking through the nursing pads Jake had gotten for him. His abdomen was sensitive, still recovering from the pain the contractions had brought. And beneath it, Hayden still couldn’t bear the touch of clothes on his sore lower body, so there was only a thin sheet covering his lap and thighs.

Between his legs, his cock pressed uncomfortably against the sheet, squished beneath the heavy middle, hard and throbbing as some pre-cum leaked out of the slit. At this point, Hayden’s cock was hard most of the time, hypersensitive, and making him wince at the slightest brush. His balls were swollen and heavy with a thick cum load, reminding him of the rush of hormones coursing through his body and skyrocketing his libido.

Hayden took a deep breath and shifted his thick body, seeking comfort while the doctor prepared the portable ultrasound machine. The doctor kindly looked at Hayden despite his shock, scanning his body over and over as if still processing the unique condition. It didn’t matter how many times he came; there was always something that left the doctor speechless. 

“We’ll be fine, okay?” Jake whispered into Hayden’s ear, leaning closer.

Hayden nodded, though his throat was tight. Jake then carefully guided him into the proper position for the ultrasound, helping him lie back as Hayden groaned softly. His sore ass twinged, and the immense belly before him rolled and swayed heavily as Jake adjusted the pillows behind him. In that reclined pose, his enormous belly spread out across his lap and pushed against his lungs. His tits rose high enough to press against his jaw and the top of his belly simultaneously. Hayden shifted to find balance, as his whole body shifted and jiggled until he could finally ease into stillness.

The doctor adjusted the machine, smiling kindly at the guys again. “Alright, Hayden,” he said. “I’ve got a few questions before we begin, only to confirm that I have all the information. You have given birth to sixteen babies on five different dates, from five different fathers. And this is your sixth pregnancy, correct? Is this the pregnancy we discovered a few months ago, which involves quadruplets? The last batch, as you called it.”

“Yes. It’s all correct,” Hayden answered. “And yeah, these quadruplets are Jake’s. They should be about twenty-eight weeks, I think.”

The doctor nodded and observed Hayden’s belly in silence for a while. “Your size seems a little large for that, but considering what your body’s gone through, it isn’t surprising. Your abdominal wall has stretched far beyond normal parameters—and your condition is, frankly, one of a kind.” He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “Anyway. Let’s take a look now that the crowd in there has reduced.”

Hayden inhaled sharply as the cold gel touched his skin. The doctor spread it evenly, producing a wet and slick sound as the wand moved over the rounded belly. Hayden flinched at the chill, and his muscles tightened beneath the doctor’s touch. Jake leaned in to stroke his shoulder, softly kissing his cheek to steady him. Hayden was evidently nervous, and despite his best efforts to act cool, he anxiously rubbed the side of his tits.

The ultrasound’s screen came to life, and shades of gray and moving shapes appeared on it. For a while, the doctor said nothing, only narrowing his eyes to focus as he moved the wand across Hayden’s belly. The pregnant guy could hear only the faint static of the machine, the doctor’s thoughtful hums, and Jake’s soft breathing beside him.

Then—a sudden, sharp intake of breath from the doctor disturbed the silence. He froze, and his eyes widened; he blinked repeatedly, adjusting the settings and leaning closer. “Guys,” he said slowly, blinking as if trying to confirm if what he was seeing was true. “I’ll ask this question as respectfully as possible. Have you been sexually active lately?”

Hayden’s heart was pounding in his chest at the question, well aware of the reason for it. His cheeks flushed deep red as Jake chuckled. “We have,” Jake admitted, shamelessly and almost proudly. “Very active, honestly,”

Hayden swallowed hard. “We thought—we suspected there might be more babies,” he said sheepishly. “Actually, we were sure. But we didn’t know how many. I guess we were right?”

The doctor exhaled slowly, turning pale but remaining composed. “Well,” he began, gesturing toward the screen. “Where do I begin? Okay. Let’s focus on the quadruplets. They’re perfectly healthy. They’re thriving. But as you already seem to know, more babies are developing inside you. Quite a few more, in fact.”

Hayden and Jake exchanged a look, faking surprise as Jake squeezed his hand tighter. “How many?” Jake asked, a bit too excitedly.

The doctor cleared his throat, wrapping up his thoughts before trying to explain what he couldn’t understand himself. “I see multiple batches of developing fetuses—more than I can easily count. There’s one particularly numerous cluster here—twelve babies, all sharing the same enormous amniotic sac. I’d estimate they’re about twelve or thirteen weeks along. Another sac has two babies, likely conceived a week later. Then—quadruplets. Twins. It keeps going. At least seven distinct batches, totaling no less than twenty-four babies. Possibly more—it’s hard to distinguish at this point.” He looked up, meeting Hayden’s eyes with concern. “Hayden, this is incredibly risky. For you and for the babies. And—well—how will you care for so many?”

Hayden’s face burned red, and his hands instinctively went to his belly. He opened his mouth, but Jake spoke first. “We’ll manage,” he said firmly. “As long as Hayden and the babies are healthy, we can handle everything else.”

The doctor studied them for a long moment, then sighed deeply. “Okay. Then Hayden needs to increase his caloric intake—a lot. Keep taking the vitamins, stay hydrated, and rest as much as possible. Hayden, avoid any unnecessary exertion, minimize strain on your back and abdomen, and ensure you’re sleeping in a supported position. I also recommend more frequent checkups—weekly, if possible—to monitor your nutritional balance and cardiovascular strain.” He hesitated before continuing as his expression turned more serious. “And—please consider contraception after this. I know permanent options aren’t viable while you’re still pregnant. However, there are temporary solutions—barrier methods and hormone suppressants once it’s safe—but the best and most effective method is abstinence. Hayden’s fertility is clearly off the charts, and without medical control, every encounter could result in more conceptions. Until your body fully recovers, please take every possible precaution.”

Hayden nodded, smiling faintly, though his mind was spinning. “I promise we’ll be more careful. But don’t tell my parents about the new pregnancies yet,” he asked. “I want to tell them myself when the right time comes. Please.”

“Of course,” the doctor said, cleaning the gel from Hayden’s belly and packing his machine. “I’ll see you in a week. Now, please be careful. I’m serious. As your doctor, my recommendation is no more babies,” he firmly added and left.

Hayden couldn’t stop rubbing his belly, feeling its firmness beneath his hands. “So… what do we do now?” He whispered, looking into Jake’s smiling face.

Jake leaned forward and kissed Hayden’s belly over and over, caressing the skin and tenderly brushing his lips over it. “We do what we’ve been doing for the last few months. We work together for our kids. I promise we’ll be alright—all of us. You’re the best daddy in the world, and modesty apart, I’m pretty good at handling so many kids.”

Hayden chuckled weakly. “You are a natural dad for sure,” he said, smiling at his fiancé before sighing deeply. “My parents are going to freak out. Twenty-four more babies are a lot.”

Jake laughed softly. “Oh, they will. Big time! So we’d better keep the secret a little longer. Once we have our own place, we can share the news with them. By then, maybe they’ll be too used to it to argue. I mean, they love our kids, and they can’t deny it. But Noah will love the news. He seems thrilled about having more nephews,” he said, kissing Hayden’s cheek. “I told you, we’ll be fine. And the doctor said at least twenty-four more babies. There could be more.”

Hayden chuckled and rolled his eyes. “You make it sound easy, so I’ll trust you.” He smiled and pulled Jake into a kiss on the lips. “But promise me something?”

“Anything,” Jake responded.

“Condoms,” Hayden said, dead serious. “You’ll wear condoms from now on, or you’re not getting near my ass ever again.”

Jake burst out laughing and kissed him again, still smiling. “I’ll try my best.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You make it sound like I’m the only one responsible here.”

Hayden smirked through his blush, moving his hand over Jake’s broad chest. “You are! It’s all your fault for being too hot and too good for me to resist. You are the best dad ever, and I can’t stop giving you babies. And don’t get me started on that huge cock of yours. It’s your fault,” he said, biting his lower lip in lust as his hand moved to Jake’s bulge to squeeze it.

Jake’s grin widened, and he leaned in, kissing Hayden’s lips again more passionately. “What can I say? You’ve got a good taste for men.” His hand moved up to caress Hayden’s heavy tits, then squeezed them firmly to tease him.

Hayden sighed, letting out a guttural groan as Jake played with his chest. He couldn’t resist the man; it was impossible not to surrender. He moaned, feeling the heat taking over his body. “Wanna go one last time before abstinence?” he whispered.

Jake smirked, and his cock hardened almost instantly in his pants. “I thought you would never ask,” he replied, and Hayden laughed softly, spreading his legs, ready to welcome Jake’s cock again and surely conceive another batch of babies.

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March 23, three months later

Hayden was kneeling in bed with his legs spread wide, groaning through labor pains after his water had broken. His breath came in ragged gasps as a brutal contraction tore through him. He arched his back, and his hands pressed tight against his sides as sweat shone on his flushed skin. His enormous belly spread across the mattress before him—heavier and fuller than ever; so vast that it anchored him to the bed.

The couple had moved in together by mid-January after they found a decent enough apartment near campus. Adapting to being on their own with all the babies hadn’t been easy, but despite the chaos—cribs, bassinets, and toys had overtaken every surface, everything had been fantastic so far. Sixteen babies kept their days and nights busy, even more so since Jake had to attend classes and do homework, and now, four more were on their way, with many more still baking in Hayden’s oven.

After several ultrasounds over the last few months, the doctor had finally managed to count how many more babies were still growing inside Hayden: twelve separate batches—in addition to the quadruplets currently coming out, totaling forty-eight, each at slightly different stages of development. There was a massive batch of twelve babies conceived on the day Jake and Hayden got engaged, all sharing one sac, six sets of twins, three sets of quadruplets, and two sets of sextuplets, each batch separated by roughly a week.

His belly had expanded enormously with all these overlapping pregnancies, constantly growing and defying all logical expectations. The motion within seemed to pulse in different tempos, making his firm middle shake as several bulges appeared on the surface in the shape of hands, feet, elbows, or knees. The thought of all those tiny lives, all developing at their own pace, would have overwhelmed anyone else—but Hayden had learned to surrender to it, to the movement within and the slow and unstoppable stretch of his skin.

Still, Hayden could barely move at all because the immense size and weight of his belly rendered him almost immobile. His milky tits had swollen gigantically, blocking most of his view and pressing high against his chin with each breath as they rested heavily atop his vast abdomen. His entire body had thickened enormously—still strong, but soft and heavy in every curve. His hips and thighs were rounded and solid beneath him, straining to support his body in his current position but still managing.

The once-athletic firmness of his ass had transformed into something titanic, perfectly round and impossibly full, completing the image of a body remade by excess and fertility. The flesh was soft and pliable to the touch but still heavy and dense, jiggling hypnotically as the muscle beneath flexed in preparation to push. Hayden absentmindedly reached back and massaged his huge ass, feeling the meaty surface give in under his fingers as he tried to soothe the soreness that each labor brought to that specific area.

Hayden’s whole body looked ready to burst, and his crotch was no exception. Beneath his enormous belly, his balls had swollen to absurd proportions from the hormonal rush coursing through him. Each orb was round and full as a soccer ball, overfilled with cum, and squished uncomfortably between his thighs and the mattress. His skin was sensitive, so with every faint shift of his massive body, he groaned at the slightest brush on his scrotum.

His cock had also grown impossibly long—nearly sixteen inches, with thick veins across the length, and permanently hard, pressing against the underside of his massive belly and throbbing violently whenever a contraction hit and a glob of pre-cum escaped the slit and onto the mattress. At this point, every second of Hayden’s life felt like having an immense orgasm while dealing with an impossible strain at the same time.

Hayden struggled to push in his current position, but it was the only one he could manage: on his knees, legs spread wide on the mattress, balls and cock crushed beneath, and his belly anchoring him to the bed, stretching several feet in front of him. Each breath made his middle roll and shift with its own weight, making him groan low in his throat. Sweat glistened down his back, and his muscles trembled as he moaned through another contraction.

He had long since surrendered to what his body had become—to the endless growth, to the constant cycle of nurturing and birth, to being a baby machine and a milk provider for the small army that cried out for him 24/7. The pressure, the fullness, the ache—it was his new normal. He took deep breaths as his thoughts drifted back to that first wrestling practice, the first time James fucked him—the moment he conceived the first batch of babies—and the unbelievable chain of events that followed. In about a year and a half, he had grown impossibly full of life in ways he never imagined. And still, even through the exhaustion, he smiled.

He looked around the room, looking at the sixteen cribs lined against the walls, and in four of them, he saw four tiny sleeping boys—Hunter, Holden, Jensen, and John—the quadruplets born on December 30. He smiled at the sight, and his heart swelled with pride. He couldn’t deny that he loved being a dad. He loved how much Jake enjoyed being a dad. They made perfect babies together, and now they were having a small army of them.

Hayden’s parents had been shocked, even furious, when he and Jake confessed that more pregnancies were coming, but they stayed by his side, helping with bills, food, and endless loads of laundry. Noah had been thrilled, to say the least, when he heard the number of nephews he’d have, took to visiting the babies every weekend after Jake and Hayden moved out, and calling himself the best uncle in the world.

Hayden had laughed then, and even now, between groans and contractions, he whispered, “He really is the best uncle ever,” looking down at his immense belly.

Then, the door opened, and James entered, carrying two of the eight-month-old sextuplets—Cole and Matt—while the other four—Peter, Kevin, Hale, and Sawyer—crawled close behind. “How’s our champion doing?” James asked, smiling at Hayden.

Hayden managed a laugh between panting breaths. “It’s the sixth time I’ve done it. It’s like a walk in the park,” he wheezed—and then cried out as another contraction seized him. “Okay, okay. It’s not that easy, but I’ve got this.”

“Of course you do. You’re a perfect baby machine,” James said, and carefully placed the two babies in his arms into their cribs, then lifted the others to do the same. Then he stood by Hayden’s side, softly rubbing the massive belly and leaning in to kiss its surface. “You’re the only man in the world who can look so stunning in a moment like this,” he said, winking at Hayden and moving his hand over his lower back to soothe the pressure there.

Tyler arrived next with his twins, Tristan and Jonah, who were nearly seven months old. Then, Marcus entered with his almost-five-month-old babies, Michael and Nathan. Connor came last with his two boys, Colton and Brady, who were nearly four months old. They placed all the babies in their cribs and focused their attention on Hayden’s labor.

“Where’s Jake?” Hayden asked through gritted teeth as a massive contraction hit him. “I need him here, NOW!”

“He’s close,” Marcus responded, helping Hayden spread his knees a bit more to part his ass cheeks further. “He’s grabbing the blankets.”

“Ugh! I can’t wait much longer!” Hayden cried out, arching his back and tilting his head back in pain. “These babies are coming now!”

Jake came running into the room with towels, soft linens, and everything they needed. He dropped to his knees on the mattress beside Hayden, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. “Hey, hey! I’m here. Look at me. We’re ready.” He kissed Hayden’s lips, then the taut surface of his belly. “You can do this.”

Hayden met Jake’s eyes, melting into his fiancé’s loving touch. “Thank you for being here. For everything. I’m lost without you, Jake.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere, so you’ll never get lost,” Jake whispered. “I love you.”

With a low, guttural groan, Hayden clutched his belly as his whole body trembled from head to toe when a contraction hit. The pain was intense, so Hayden focused on pushing while Jake’s voice guided him, and the other four men in the room watched in quiet awe. The pregnant guy felt an unstoppable force pressing downward as the baby shifted lower, stretching him and burning through his core. His belly tightened and shook as all the babies moved and rolled whenever a contraction came.

Hayden panted and clenched his jaw as sweat dripped down his body and his face turned red from exhaustion. Between his legs, the strain grew unbearable as his entire body tightened around the pressure. His hips and lower back ached as his body opened slowly, and every inch of tender flesh stretched and parted around the weight pressing downward. He breathed heavily, letting out guttural groans as the heavy fullness shifted lower and lower.

The heat between his thighs increased until his hole began to yield, trembling as it stretched wider. He could feel every slow motion as the baby’s head pushed forward, and the tender ring of muscle gave way, spreading further with each push. Despite his loud groans, he could almost hear the soft strain of flesh parting as the baby’s crown appeared, glistening and taut between his cheeks. He let out an animalistic sob that tore from his throat like an agonizing roar announcing the immense pain his body endured.

Jake smirked and moved his hand over Hayden’s trembling butt as the other was ready to catch the baby. Inch by inch, the round crown of the baby’s head emerged, making Jake smile even more. Hayden groaned and then pushed again, feeling his hole stretching to the limit before the head finally slid free, followed by a sudden rush of fluids. The shoulders came next and made Hayden scream and gasp. Then, with one final push and a long, guttural cry, the baby slipped into Jake’s waiting hands.

Jake looked down at the tiny, squirming form as the baby’s loud cry filled the room. He smiled and laughed in joy as tears ran down his face. Meanwhile, Hayden sagged forward, trembling and rubbing his belly as the many more babies moved restlessly.

“It’s a boy. A big, handsome boy,” Jake said, cleaning the baby’s face and cutting the cord. “One down, three more to go.”

“And forty-eight more still growing in me,” Hayden panted, smiling at the ridiculous fact.

He didn’t have time to rest because his body was already preparing for the next delivery. He smiled through the tears, through the aching and the joy, when Jake placed the baby on his immense tits, knowing that somehow, this was what he was meant to be. He didn’t want to resist or fight the changes anymore; he loved what he had become: Jake’s baby machine and their babies’ dairy factory. It was all he needed to be.

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