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A few months later, Jimmy arrived at the station with Chief Marcus Hale. They had been living together since the day Marcus found out about the pregnancy, and he was now Jimmy’s personal chauffeur. The young guy’s pregnant belly had gotten too big to fit behind the wheel anymore—too round, too forward, too wide. It was simply impossible with four big babies stretching him beyond everybody’s expectations.

Even getting in and out of the passenger seat was a careful process with such a big belly on the way. Jimmy had to brace one hand on the door while the other cupped the underside of his belly as he eased himself upright with a low grunt. Marcus always stayed close, pressing his hands against Jimmy’s back. He tried to give the former firefighter some space to move on his own, waiting until Jimmy nodded that he was good.

Still, it took a few minutes for Jimmy to catch his breath and start moving.

Walking across the bay floor took effort these days. Jimmy’s center of gravity was off, and every stretch or hard kick from inside made him wince every other step. Jimmy loved to feel them move, but it wasn’t a pleasant sensation now that he was full term and his baby boys were too strong for his strained body.

His belly pulled him forward with every step, swaying heavily in front of him, stretched tight beneath his shirt. Above it, his chest was rounder and milk‑heavy, jostling with each step and bouncing softly against the strained cotton of his t‑shirt. His nipples were sharply erect, as if screaming for attention. Jimmy had reached a point where his tits needed constant milking to keep the pressure under control—a fact Jimmy half-hated and half-loved.

Each movement drew breathy sounds from him without meaning to, soft moans and low grunts that slipped out as his body worked harder to carry itself forward.

His hips had thickened over the months, leaving him with a heavy waddle. His ass swayed and bounced no matter how hard he tried to walk casually, thighs brushing as he moved with a wide stance. It was the most cliché pregnancy struggle imaginable—made worse by too much belly, too much weight, and too many babies—and Jimmy felt every inch of it.

He still wore modified turnout pants—custom waistband, loosened suspenders—but even those sat low now, pushed down by the roundness of his midsection. They did nothing to hide his giant bubble butt; instead, it accentuated how big it had gotten. His shirt rode up when he moved, revealing a strip of stretched, glossy skin. He tugged it down out of habit, then gave up. It never stayed put anyway.

“Morning, Jimmy,” someone called.

“Morning,” he answered, cheerful but breathless.

A couple of the guys grinned. One of them reached out without asking, rubbing Jimmy’s belly like it was a ritual. “For luck,” he said.

Jimmy laughed, caressing the spot instinctively. “You’re welcome,” he said as another slow roll from inside made him pause and inhale through his nose. The babies often responded to subtle touches like this with firm stretches or kicks that made him groan softly.

He spent the morning doing what he could. Equipment checks took longer than they used to; bending made his belly press hard against his thighs, forcing a strained groan out of him before he could stop it. He straightened slowly, moving one hand to his lower back while the other spread across his belly as if to steady the weight.

“You sure you’ve got that?” someone asked, watching Jimmy breathe heavily.

“I’ve got it,” Jimmy insisted, stubborn as ever, even as he shifted his feet to stay balanced. His body disagreed, tightening briefly, and the skin across his belly pulled firm. He sucked in a breath and faked a calm smile. “See? I’m fine,” he said, moving his hand over his middle as a baby pressed his tiny hand firmly right about Jimmy’s belly button.

“Okay. But let me know if you need help,” the guy responded. “We don’t want Chief Hale forcing us to train extra time because you weren’t careful enough.”

Jimmy laughed. “I’ll be fine. The worst that can happen is that I get in labor, and at this point, that’d be a blessing.”

Marcus watched from across the bay. He didn’t say anything at first, only moved closer in case anything happened. When Jimmy finally straightened fully, the chief’s hand immediately pressed on his lower back. “That’s enough for now,” he said kindly.

Jimmy opened his mouth to argue, then another heavy flutter rolled low inside him. He exhaled through it, dropping his shoulders. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Okay.”

He spent the next half hour catching his breath on a couch, but was too stubborn to stay there, as Marcus had asked him to do.

Training drills were mostly observation these days—or at least they were supposed to be. Jimmy still tried to participate where he could. He leaned against the railing at first, with his arms folded under his tits, and instinctively pushing his belly. But when the crew started stretching, he pushed himself upright with a low grunt and shuffled closer.

He attempted a few slow stretches, lifting both arms above his head. The motion pulled his shirt tight across his tits and belly. He gasped as the fabric rolled up, exposing his whole taut midsection while it dragged downward. His hips resisted when he tried to twist, as the thickness there limited the movement, and when he bent even slightly, his belly pressed firmly against his thighs, stopping him short.

“Ugh—Okay,” he whispered with a strained chuckle, bracing a hand on his knee as he straightened again. His chest bounced lightly with the effort, and a deeper stretch within his belly made him groan outright. One of his hands moved to cradle the underside of his belly as the babies shifted all at once, making his gut ripple visibly.

He laughed, breathless, shaking his head. His hand kept moving in slow circles over his middle. The babies were active, shifting and pressing, reminding him constantly of their size and number. Now and then, another sharp kick caught him off guard, pulling a groan from him as he breathed through it. He stubbornly tried to stretch a moment longer before finally conceding to lean back against the railing again.

“Easy in there,” he said softly, looking down at his bare belly. “I think we’d better grab something to eat since you guys won’t let me train.”

Jimmy ate more than anyone else at lunch, slower too, pausing often to adjust himself in his chair as his belly pressed firmly against the edge of the table.

“Guess they like whatever you’re having,” someone joked.

“They like everything,” Jimmy replied, gasping as another movement came from within. He leaned back slightly with a low groan, spreading one hand over his belly before he tugged his t‑shirt up without embarrassment, rolling it higher to get some relief.

The sight of him made a couple of the guys chuckle softly. His belly was enormous—huge, taut, glossy with stretch, the skin drawn so tight it reflected the light. Jimmy rubbed both hands over it, trying to soothe the pressure caused by the babies and too much food. Another shift from inside still forced a grunt out of him.

Then he laughed, breathless and strained, as a foot-shaped bulge pushed right up near the top of his middle. “Okay—yeah,” he said, tenderly rubbing the spot. “That’s definitely lunch, giving them strength to test my limits even more.”

“Damn!” One guy whispered. “Doesn’t it hurt? Like—man, I can count his tiny toes.”

Jimmy kept his hands there, massaging gently until the pressure eased a little, breathing through as if trying to survive the stretch. “Have you guys ever seen four people arguing over space at the same time?” he added, smiling despite the strain. “Imagine having that inside you; everybody pushing outward at once.”

The others laughed, and Jimmy smiled as the babies moved.

When Jimmy stood from the table, groaning, and with his belly still on display, Marcus came closer—close enough that Jimmy leaned into him, tipping his head on Marcus’s shoulder. Marcus’s hand lovingly caressed the pregnant belly, stroking it slowly as the babies suddenly calmed down. They always responded with stillness to their dad’s touch.

“I love it when they know it’s you even before you talk, Chief,” Jimmy said softly.

Marcus smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

They snuck away in the afternoon, like they often did. The open back of one of the trucks was quiet and familiar at this point. Marcus knelt before Jimmy, reaching forward and spreading his hands wide over Jimmy’s belly.

Jimmy sighed and relaxed as Marcus leaned in to kiss the taut gut. The skin was warm and tight and suddenly became alive. “Ugh… there goes the peace,” he said breathlessly.

“They’re busy,” Marcus whispered.

Jimmy laughed softly. “They always are.” His fingers threaded into Marcus’s hair, holding him there as another slow roll passed through him, making his belly push outward.

Marcus kissed the gut once. Then again.

Jimmy opened his mouth to tease him—and froze. A sharp tightening seized his middle, deeper and stronger than anything before. His breathing broke into a groan as his hands rested on the sides of his belly as if he could hold it still. “Marcus—Ugh!”

Marcus was up instantly. “Hey, breathe,” he said calmly. “I’ve got you.”

Jimmy leaned into him, squeezing his eyes shut, riding it out with strained sounds. The pressure eased slowly, leaving him shaky, his heart pounding, and his belly visibly trembling. The babies stirred afterward, shifting lower, making Jimmy swallow hard.

When he opened his eyes, Marcus was right there with a smile. “I don’t think that was Braxton Hicks,” Jimmy said quietly. “That was a real—very real—contraction.”

Marcus let out a slow breath, one hand on Jimmy’s lower back and the other beneath the massive belly. “They’re getting ready,” he said. “You feel that?”

Jimmy nodded, swallowing as another heavy roll moved downward toward his hips. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Feels like they’re running out of patience.”

Marcus smiled, soft and a little wistful. “I can’t wait to meet our four boys,” he admitted, “but I’m going to miss this. Seeing you like this—so round and maternal.”

Jimmy huffed a breathless laugh, shifting his weight with a soft grunt as the babies pushed again. “That’s an easy fix,” he said. “You can always just get me pregnant again.”

Marcus laughed outright. “Oh, you can count on that,” he said, leaning in.

They kissed again to seal the deal, and Jimmy’s belly pressed solidly between them as the babies rolled and shifted inside. Marcus smiled into the kiss. His huge cock stirred in his pants as he already imagined doing it all over again.

“What do you think about one last round before these babies come out?” Marcus whispered. “Think of it as practicing for when we decide to have the next batch.”

Jimmy smiled and reached below to squeeze Marcus’s big bulge. “I thought you’d never ask, chief.” He felt the cock throbbing in his hands, and it was enough to make him moan. “Actually, that massive cock of yours might be what we need to make me pop.”

Both smiled, loving the heat embracing their bodies.

THE END

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