A Santa's Surprise Delivery - Epilogue (Patreon)

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Sean sat curled into the corner of the couch on January 6, shirtless and barefoot, loose gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His body still felt heavy and soft, even three weeks after the dramatic birth of the babies. Countless feedings had left his chest fuller and more swollen than ever. Strong streams of milk flowed from his nipples, drawn out by the steady pull of two small mouths.

Shane, the firstborn, lay in the crook of his right arm, with his tiny fingers curled against Sean’s skin and his lips locked around the engorged, darkened nipple. Shane latched eagerly, working with his mouth and jaw in quick pulls as he drank as if nothing else in the world mattered. Nick, the fourth and last to be born, rested on Sean’s left arm, heavier than he looked, long for a newborn, and as hungry as his brother. He sucked just as eagerly, slower but deeper, stopping only long enough to swallow and breathe before going right back to it.

Sean smiled down at them, and his chest ached in the best possible way. The feeling made him calm, and a little floaty, like his body was quietly buzzing under their touch. It felt right—natural even. It was so good that it still surprised him every time. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched them eat and felt himself fully relax around them.

His eyes moved to the two bassinets set up close to the couch so he wouldn’t have to go far. Eiden and Aaron slept there, swaddled tight and pink‑cheeked. All four babies were identical in a way that still made Sean stop and stare sometimes—broad little shoulders already hinting at Ezra’s build, strong jaws, and straight noses. But Sean saw himself in them, too. The shape of the mouth, the eyes. Something soft and familiar that felt unmistakably his.

Sean looked down at the two babies in his arms, then toward the bassinets, and felt his chest tighten with love. But without meaning to, his thoughts drifted backward to the day his life changed.

The memories came in pieces at first. Sean remembered the suffocating heat in his skin and chest. Then, a pressure so deep it felt like it twisted his bones. His body locked tight around something far too big to understand, and his muscles clamped and shook on instinct alone. He could hear himself breathing, rough and broken, gasps tearing out of him like he was drowning. His fingers dug into the cushions while Ezra held him together, even when everything else felt like it was coming apart.

Then the pain changed. It stopped being just pressure and turned sharp, hot, and burning. A brutal stretch that pulled him wider, inch by inch, until his vision blurred and darkened at the edges as the baby’s head emerged. His lower body felt like it was splitting open from the inside, stretched past anything it had ever done before. Every nerve screamed, and muscles pulled and trembled in ways they were never meant to. He cried openly, sobbing into Ezra’s arm, because the pressure kept building, and there was no way to stop it, no way to escape it.

The shoulders made everything worse. They got stuck there, wide and solid, refusing to move. Sean remembered how his body shook around them, how every push burned deeper than the last. The stretch was unreal, a tearing heat that felt endless, like his body might give out before it let go. His body pushed on its own, clenching muscles and bearing down whether he wanted to or not. Every instinct took over while his mind barely kept up.

And then—release. A sudden, overwhelming slide as the rest of the first baby finally gave way. The pressure vanished all at once, leaving him shaking and gasping as the baby slipped free into Ezra’s waiting hands. Sean remembered the rush of it clearly, the dizzy mix of shock and relief, and how his body went loose and weak for just a heartbeat before the pressure started to build again, announcing it was far from over.

Sean blinked, barely containing his tears, and looked down at little Shane, still latched and eating like he had somewhere important to be. “You know,” Sean said softly, keeping his voice low so he wouldn’t wake the others, “you scared the absolute hell out of me.”

Shane didn’t care. He sucked harder, spreading his fingers to knead his daddy’s skin.

Sean let out a quiet laugh. “You were so loud,” he said lovingly. “You came out screaming like you were mad at me. And then I started crying, and then—” He shook his head, still a little amazed. “My tits went wild. Milk was everywhere without warning. I had no idea what was happening. But you knew what to do.” He laughed again under his breath, careful not to jostle Nick. “A pretty dramatic first meal for you.”

More memories flooded his mind.

Eiden had come next. Faster, but not easier. Sean barely had time to catch a breath before his body clenched again, dragging him right back into action. The pressure returned almost immediately, sitting low and heavy, and forcing his muscles to work again when they were already shaking. Every push felt rougher this time because his body was sore and swollen, and it was still being asked for more. He remembered the sounds he made then—broken groans, heavy panting as the stretch made everything burn. Ezra had been there, reminding him he was still doing great, that he hadn’t broken, even when Sean honestly thought he might.

Aaron had been different in a way that scared him. His body felt hollow and overfull at the same time, like the pressure had nowhere left to go. Everything burned. The stretch felt raw now, and every push dragged against muscles that felt scraped thin and exhausted. The pain wasn’t only sharp—it was heavy and grinding, forcing his body to open wider. Sean remembered screaming then, and the sound tore out of him because there was nothing left to hold back, no strength left to be quiet; only pain, heat, and the desperate need to rest.

Then came Nick, the brutal final act of the most painful experience of Sean’s life.

Sean glanced down at the baby in his left arm and smiled softly. “You,” he whispered. “You were in a hurry.”

Nick had come fast, almost impatient. Sean remembered the pressure dropping hard and low all at once. His body barely had time to recover before it was pushing again on pure instinct. His head had been spinning by then, dizzy and glistening with sweat. Ezra’s voice sounded far away and right beside him at the same time. Sean barely knew where he was anymore. He just pushed because his body told him to, and his muscles burned and trembled as the last baby slid free. He remembered the sudden emptiness after, the way his body finally sagged, spent and shaking, like everything inside him had gone quiet all at once.

Four baby boys. One after the other. It had been brutal and terrifying—pain like nothing he’d ever imagined. It still sounded absurd. But now, it was all worth it.

Sean took a slow breath, pulling himself back into the present. He shifted a little to get more comfortable and let out a low groan before he could stop himself. His lower body still complained when he moved, tender and sore, reminding him how much strain it had been under. There was a dull ache between his hips, a tight pull that flared if he moved wrong, like everything down there was still carefully knitting itself back together.

It was strange—overwhelming—but he knew his body had done something it was never supposed to do. His hole had stretched and opened wide enough to let four babies pass through it, one after another, and now everything there felt impossibly used. It was sensitive, tight, and tired, healing slowly and stubbornly. Some movements sent an uncomfortable tug through him; others left him sore, like his body was still learning how to settle back into place after being pushed far past its limits.

“Okay,” he whispered to himself. “Careful.”

Then he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Sean looked up as Ezra appeared, wearing a dark t‑shirt stretched tight over his chest and arms, and snug sweatpants that didn’t hide much. He smiled the moment he saw Sean and the babies—intense love written all over his face. Ezra sat down beside Sean and draped one heavy arm over his shoulders. Sean leaned into him right away, fitting there like he always had.

Ezra gently brushed his fingers over the babies’ blond hair, and his thumbs caressed a rosy cheek. “I still can’t believe this is real,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Every time I look at them, I feel like I’m gonna wake up.”

Sean smiled. “Yeah,” he said, looking down at all four of them. “Me too.”

Ezra smiled and kissed the top of Sean’s head. “Thank you. For all of it.”

Sean’s smile widened. “I love them. And I love you. So I’d do it all over again.”

Ezra snorted. “That is not what you said after the fourth baby came out and we had to wait for the paramedics. I remember the words: ‘You’re fucking touching me again.’”

Sean laughed. “I was scared.”

“You were swearing,” Ezra said. “It was pretty funny. Oh, then two paramedics walked in, turned completely pale, and just stood there staring at you like you were a math problem.”

Sean laughed harder. “That part scared me even more. So unprofessional of them.”

Ezra shook his head, smiling. “I can’t blame them. They found Santa, half-naked, in a dressing room at the mall, with four babies that had just come out of his body. Oh, and the father of those babies was one of the elves. I’m surprised they didn’t run away.”

“Please,” Sean groaned, briefly hiding his face against Ezra’s arm. “It sounds worse every time you say it.”

They both laughed.

Sean remembered the gurney clearly, how it rattled softly as the paramedics rushed him through the mall hallway. People had stopped to stare, frozen somewhere between confusion and shock. He’d been half propped up, still shaking, sweat-soaked and spent, with two babies resting on his chest. He clung to them as if they might disappear. Ezra walked beside him, carrying the other two carefully, smiling from ear to ear.

No one really understood what they were looking at. Sean was obviously a man, pale and exhausted, holding newborns against his chest, and the looks he got said it all. Some people whispered. Others stared with their mouths open. It felt unreal, almost funny in a strange way, like he’d broken reality in a public place. Even through the shock and the fear, part of him remembered thinking later, once the panic had faded, laughing weakly to himself about how absurd it must have looked.

“At least you weren’t still in the Santa suit,” Ezra said, grinning. “That would’ve traumatized some kids.”

Sean snorted. “Small mercies.”

The babies slowed, and their sucking turned lazy. One by one, they let go, releasing their daddy’s nipples as eyelids fluttered in sleepiness. Their bodies went heavy in Sean’s arms, and he couldn’t help but smile at the cute sight.

Ezra carefully lifted Nick and settled him against his shoulder, adjusting his grip twice before it finally felt right. He patted his back with gentle taps, pausing, then starting again like he was trying to remember what worked last time. Sean did the same with Shane, shifting him slightly, with one hand supporting his head and the other rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades.

It felt clumsy and careful at the same time. Both watched the babies closely, listening for every sound. Then, when a tiny burp finally slipped out, Sean smiled in relief, as he’d just pulled off something complicated without dropping anything.

“Hey,” Sean whispered. “There you go.”

It wasn’t graceful. But it worked.

Once all four babies were asleep, Ezra stood. “I’ll put them down,” he said. “Then we’ll take down the rest of the Christmas decorations.”

Sean nodded and slowly pushed himself up, bracing a hand on the couch. His legs shook as he stood, and he had to pause halfway, breathing through the pull and pressure low in his body. Everything down there still felt tight and tender, like his body hadn’t quite forgotten what it had been asked to endure. He straightened carefully, tightening his jaw as a warm ache flared and then settled. His body was clearly not fully healed yet.

The memories of the hospital came back to him. The bright lights, the steady beeping of monitors, and doctors trying very hard not to stare while still staring anyway. He remembered the lead doctor sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face before explaining things slowly: healing would take weeks because the four babies had been big, and what his body had done was something it was never supposed to be able to do—and somehow had anyway.

They hadn’t had answers, only theories. Words like “unique,” “one‑of‑a‑kind,” and “we’re going to keep this private.” They’d promised discretion, keeping it out of records where it didn’t need to exist. They promised no reporters, no medical journals, and no questions Sean wasn’t ready to answer. It was a simple agreement to ensure this would stay between a small circle of people who understood how impossible it all was.

Sean huffed a quiet laugh at the memory of a doctor explaining how Sean had been designed differently, how he was fully male but with a fully functional female reproductive system. “An anomaly,” someone had said.

“A freak,” Sean whispered now, shaking his head with an incredulous laugh. “A very fertile freak.”

Sean waddled forward, one hand drifting to the small of his back out of habit more than necessity, pressing his fingers there like they’d been doing for months.

The Christmas tree stood near the window, but most of the decorations were already half gone. Sean stopped in front of it and reached up, slowly lifting an ornament free. He bent to place it in the box on the floor and let out a quiet groan before he could stop himself. Straightening again took a second try. Every motion still pulled low in his body, reminding him that healing was a work in progress.

“Ugh. Okay. Slower it’ll be,” Sean whispered.

Before he could reach for the next decoration, he felt a solid presence behind him. Ezra stepped close, pushing his chest against Sean’s back. His mighty bulge pressed firmly against Sean’s plump ass cheeks, and a smile spread across his face right away.

Ezra wrapped his arms around Sean’s middle, settling his hands over the soft belly. “So,” he said playfully, near Sean’s ear, “you said you would do it all over again? What was that?”

Sean laughed, leaning back into him. “That was the emotion of the moment,” he said. “We have four perfect babies. That’s more than enough for a lifetime.”

Ezra smiled and rested his chin on Sean’s shoulder, moving his fingers over the bare belly. “I know,” he said. “But part of me kind of wishes I could have you round and big again. Knowing what’s happening this time. So I could really spoil you properly. The way you deserve.”

Sean turned slowly in Ezra’s arms until he was facing him. He pressed himself closer, fitting snug against Ezra’s body, and the big guy’s hands slid to Sean’s ample ass, squeezing gently to tease his boyfriend.

Ezra smiled, softer now. “You said it yourself the day we came home from the hospital. You’re my perfect baby machine.”

Sean smiled back at him. “You spoiled me the whole time,” he said. “Even without knowing what was happening. You did everything right, big guy. I’m the luckiest man on Earth. And our kids have the best dad in the world.”

Ezra’s smile softened, and he leaned down to kiss Sean. It was slow at first, then passionate, and both melted into it. Sean’s hands curled into Ezra’s shirt, holding on as if unwilling to let the big guy go.

Eventually, Ezra pulled back to breathe. “I love those lips, but we should finish packing some stuff,” he said reluctantly. “But we’ll go back to this later.”

Sean nodded, smiling as Ezra winked.

Ezra turned to the wall beside the tree and reached for the stockings hanging there. Two large ones with their names stitched on them, and four smaller ones underneath for the babies. He gathered them in his arms and pretended to walk toward the box to put them there.

“Hold on,” Ezra said suddenly. “I think you forgot something.”

Sean turned, confused. Ezra handed him the stocking with Sean’s name on it and then deliberately turned back to the tree like he was busy with something else. Sean frowned and reached inside. His fingers brushed paper first. He unfolded the note and read it out loud.

“I bought this weeks ago, and I was gonna ask during our vacation. But since we’re not having a vacation for the next eighteen years or so, I figured I’d ask you now.” Sean swallowed hard and kept going. “You’ve given me four perfect reasons to love you even more than I already did, and that’s saying a lot. You’re the man I want to grow old with. Surrounded by kids, grandkids, and great‑grandkids. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. So…”

Tears slipped down Sean’s face before he could stop them, and he turned the paper, looking for the rest of the message, but that was it. “So… what?” he asked. “What did you—”

He turned around and looked up, stopping immediately.

Ezra was on one knee, right there in the living room, smiling so wide it made Sean’s chest tighten. His heart felt like it stopped altogether.

“Check the box in the stocking,” Ezra said. “The plan was to do this on vacation, but baby supplies happened, and we had to cancel the vacation. Priorities changed. But one thing didn’t.” He looked up at Sean, barely containing his tears. “My love for you.”

Sean’s hands shook as he pulled the small box from the stocking and opened it. The ring inside was bright and beautiful—perfect. He stared at it, stunned.

“So,” Ezra said, struggling not to crack. “Sean. Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me? Raise our kids together. Be a real family. Grow old with me. Will you marry me?”

Sean didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees and into Ezra’s arms, kissing him hard. “Yes,” he breathed between kisses. “Yes. Yes. A million times yes.”

Ezra carefully fumbled the ring onto Sean’s finger, and they kissed again—longer this time, holding each other like they needed to be sure it was real.

“Why do you have to make this so hard?” Sean whispered, smiling against Ezra’s mouth.

Ezra pulled back slightly. “What do you mean?”

Sean smiled, and his look turned more playful. “You make it really hard not to want to give you more kids. I said I was your baby machine as a joke. But now I want to mean it.”

“What does that even mean?” Ezra asked, still laughing.

Sean reached for him and stood carefully, tugging Ezra closer. “Take your clothes off,” he said with a quick kiss to Ezra’s lips. “I’ll show you.”

They were both smiling as they undressed, tossing clothes quickly and carelessly, like they couldn’t wait to get closer. Ezra paused for half a second, openly taking Sean in—every curve and softness. Sean caught him staring and smiled back, a little shy and a little proud. Ezra’s body was all solid muscle—broad chest, thick arms, powerful shoulders, a massive cock, and plump balls—stunning from head to toe.

Sean’s body was different now, and Ezra regarded it like something precious. The belly curved gently instead of pulling tight, his tits were heavy and rounded, and his hips were wide and solid. Every hill and every valley was breathtaking in Ezra’s eyes.

Sean looked at Ezra the same way, like he still couldn’t believe he got to have him. When they stepped close again, their bodies fit together naturally, like they always had, like they were made to meet right there.

Sean took Ezra’s hand and led him toward the bedroom, smiling like they were getting away with something. As soon as Sean reached the bed, he sat back and reached out boldly, wrapping his hand around Ezra’s thick cock, gripping him directly to pull him in. Ezra barked out a surprised laugh, shaking his head as he followed willingly, clearly loving the boldness.

Sean lay back and reached for him again, his hands sliding up Ezra’s bare torso. Ezra followed him down, positioning himself right above Sean, pressing their naked bodies together while his cock hardened to its foot-long glory. They kissed again, slowly at first, then eagerly.

Sean’s hands stayed busy, tugging, holding, and keeping Ezra close, while Ezra laughed softly between kisses, completely into it. Their breathing tangled, their foreheads brushing, and Ezra’s cock throbbed between them.

“Come on, big guy. Let’s make some babies,” Sean whispered with a grin. “I’m not leaving this bed until I’m pregnant again.”

Ezra smiled down at him as Sean spread his legs, pulling him closer with a breathless laugh. He eased forward, aiming his cock at Sean’s hole and pushing in slowly. There wasn’t much resistance, but the hole still felt tight and sensitive around his cock, adjusting slowly as Ezra eased deeper.

Sean cried out with a startled, happy sound as the stretch pulled him wide in a way that made his toes curl. He loved how big Ezra felt deep inside him, how the solid weight above him was intoxicating, and how the heat made his head spin. Sean wrapped his arms around Ezra’s neck and pulled himself up to kiss him, smiling even as his body worked to open and adjust around the thick cock.

“Ready?” Ezra asked when he was balls deep, and Sean nodded.

Ezra’s hips moved back and forth in a slow rhythm, careful but confident, and Sean responded to every movement with a loud moan, unable to get enough. His body stretched and demanded more, welcoming despite the sensitivity. They kissed deeply, moving together in sync, focused on one shared want, on the future they were choosing together: another pregnancy, another miracle—more babies.

THE END

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