Overripe - Part 4 (Patreon)

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After Hudson’s water broke, everything changed. The pressure that had been building for days—weeks, really—suddenly tipped into something unstoppable. He had been breathing through another heavy contraction one moment, gripping Marcus’s arm and trying to keep himself steady, and the next, he felt like his body was tearing at the seams.

“Marcus—” he said, but the rest of the words dissolved into a strained groan.

The contractions seized his entire body from the inside out. Hudson felt his belly harden so dramatically that it looked almost unreal. The skin stretched so taut that it shone, and the thin layer of dark hair across his middle flattened against the surface as the muscles beneath clenched with crushing force. Inside that enormous belly, the ten babies shifted and reacted to the tightening space around them. Hudson could feel every single movement as they pushed and twisted, pressing their heavy limbs while their bodies fought for position.

The sensation was beyond overwhelming. It felt like a crowded room suddenly collapsing inward. All the weight and pressure drove toward the same place—Hudson’s strained hips. He cried out before he could stop himself, raw and desperate as his hips rocked involuntarily against the mattress.

“It hurts too much!” Hudson shouted as tears streamed down his face.

Marcus was right beside him, slowly caressing the immense contracting belly as the contractions built higher and higher. “Hey! Breathe,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm even though his heart was racing. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

Hudson tried to remain calm—he really did—but the contractions hit so hard that the surface of his belly looked almost like stone. The skin pulled and stretched as the babies inside shoved against one another, searching for space as the pressure increased. Hudson’s whole body trembled from the effort of holding himself together through it all. Sweat broke across his forehead, and a helpless grunt tore out of his chest as another contraction reached its peak.

The sound echoed through the house. It was barely six in the morning, and the sudden noise reached the boys’ bedrooms. Within seconds, footsteps came rushing toward the bedroom before Marcus or Hudson could even think about stopping them. The door burst open, and Harry appeared first, with Harvey right behind him.

Both of them froze the moment they saw what was happening.

Their father lay in bed with his enormous belly clenched tight as a drum, Marcus leaning over him while Hudson shook and groaned through the contraction. The sight was enough to make both boys pale.

“Dad?!” Harvey blurted out. “What’s wrong?”

Hudson tried to answer, but the contraction still had him in its grip. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw until the tightening slowly began to ease. When the pressure finally loosened enough for him to breathe again, he sucked in a deep breath that almost made him dizzy. “I’m—” he started, then paused again to steady his breathing. “I’m okay.”

Harry and Harvey exchanged a look that clearly said they did not believe him, and then hurried to the bed anyway.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Harry asked as he reached for Hudson’s hand.

“Are you in labor?” Harvey added quickly.

Marcus answered for him. “Yeah. His water just broke.” He tried to sound calm, but the tension in his voice gave him away.

Hudson nodded weakly, trying to catch his breath as another contraction began building deep inside his abdomen. “You guys should get ready for school,” he said, attempting a calm tone that fooled absolutely no one.

Harry stared at him like he had lost his mind. “Are you kidding?”

“Dad, the babies are finally coming,” Harvey said.

“Exactly,” Hudson replied stubbornly. “Which means I’m fine. Happens every day. Do you realize how many babies are born each day?”

“Not ten at a time, Dad!” Harry replied quickly.

Marcus almost laughed despite the tension, but the moment passed quickly as Hudson’s belly hardened again. His fingers tightened around Harry’s hand as the enormously rounded abdomen stiffened and a long groan escaped his lips.

“We should take you to the hospital,” Harvey insisted.

Hudson shook his head weakly. “No—no hospital,” he gasped. “Too late.”

Marcus leaned close again, rubbing Hudson’s lower back. “What?”

“Just call the doctor.” Hudson forced the words out between clenched teeth. “The babies are coming,” he panted. “They’re really coming.”

Another contraction took hold before Marcus could respond, and Hudson’s screams of pain made everything else fade. The boys went pale, and for a moment neither of them moved, both staring at their dad’s enormous belly as it tightened again beneath the thin, stretched skin.

Hudson forced himself to look at his sons despite the pressure building deep in his hips. “Listen to me,” he said, trying to keep his voice firm even as he struggled for breath. “You two need to go to school.”

“Dad, no way,” Harvey said immediately. “We’re not leaving you like this.”

Harry shook his head. “We’re not going anywhere. That’s not happening.”

Hudson managed a strained smile that didn’t hide how much pain he was in. “I mean it,” he said more firmly. “This is going to take a while, and you both have school. You don’t need to be standing here watching me groan all morning.”

Another contraction hit him hard, making him grunt. The babies rolled within, and the movement sent a crushing pressure through his hips. He had to breathe through it for a moment before continuing. “Go on,” he insisted once the worst of it eased. “Get your bags and get to class. I’ll be fine. When you come home, I’ll probably still be in labor.”

The boys looked at each other, clearly torn. “We should stay,” Harry said, but Hudson shook his head again, this time with a little more authority in his voice.

“Harry,” Hudson said, clearly fighting the urge to cry out instead of talk. “Take your brother and go to school. That’s an order. And don’t tell your mom about this. Not yet.”

Neither of them liked it, but the tone in Hudson’s voice was the one they had grown up obeying. Slowly and reluctantly, they wrapped their arms around Hudson’s thick body, leaning on each of his sides. They hugged him carefully around the massive belly, marveling at how the contractions made their dad’s body tense entirely. The contact felt good to Hudson at that moment, and for a second, their arms calmed him, and he squeezed them back weakly.

But then the pressure inside him shifted again.

Hudson cried out as the pressure moved lower, worse than anything he had felt so far. He could feel the weight of the babies driving painfully into his hips. A long groan escaped his lips, and his fingers tightened against the boys’ backs before he quickly pushed them away.

“Okay—go,” he gasped, trying to wave them off even as another tremor of pain moved through him. “You really need to leave before I traumatize you with what’s about to happen.”

The boys hesitated for another second, exchanging a worried look, but finally nodded. They backed toward the door slowly, clearly reluctant to turn their backs on him, and then they walked out into the hallway. They left the room as Hudson had asked, but they didn’t head for school. Instead, they stayed quietly in the house, close enough that they could hear what was happening, unwilling to go far while their father was in labor.

Once they were alone, Marcus grabbed the phone and dialed the doctor while still trying to support Hudson with his other hand. Hudson barely heard the conversation. All he could feel was the crushing weight inside him and the relentless tightening of his belly. Each contraction came faster and stronger than the one before it. The babies moved constantly, pressing downward at the same time now that the long wait was finally over.

Marcus heard the doctor’s orders on the phone for a while, then turned to look at Hudson, swallowing hard. “He says it’ll be a while before he’s able to come, but he needs to know how far along you are,” he said quickly.

Hudson blinked at him, confused and breathless. “What?”

“He said we need to check dilation,” Marcus explained.

Hudson stared at him for a second. “I have no idea what that means,” he admitted.

“Me neither,” Marcus said, “but he’ll walk me through it.”

Carefully—because Hudson was too big to move easily—Marcus helped him roll onto his back. The motion made Hudson groan loudly as the enormous weight of his belly shifted upward and pressed against his chest. The motion made his tits burst, and his nipples shot milk in the air like a pair of fountains. The sensation was briefly relieving because there was too much milk stored within, but there were too many things happening to enjoy that tiny moment.

In this new position, the pressure on his lungs became suffocating. His massive middle rose like a mountain, pushing against his ribs so hard that he struggled to draw a full breath.

“Wait—wait—” Hudson gasped. “I can’t breathe.”

Marcus quickly shoved pillows behind Hudson’s shoulders, lifting his torso just enough that he could breathe again. Even then, Hudson felt crushed beneath the weight of his body, and his tits kept shooting milk like a pair of hoses. His belly towered over him so much that he could not see anything past it, but he could still feel every inch of his body going through the worst pain he had ever experienced.

“Okay, let’s take a look,” Marcus said, slowly getting between Hudson’s spread thighs.

He paused for a moment, admiring how Hudson’s crotch looked even amid the chaos. Hudson’s 8.5-inch cock was painfully hard, throbbing violently against his lower belly, synchronized with the contractions. His balls were swollen beyond belief, bigger than softballs and looking like they were about to burst at the slightest brush. And then there was the perineum and the skin around his hole—everything was swollen and red.

“Here I go,” Marcus said, almost like a warning. “Take slow breaths.”

Hudson focused on breathing while Marcus checked, but it was impossible to stay calm with another contraction threatening to build deep in his abdomen. Marcus moved slowly, doing exactly what the doctor was telling him. His hand was gentle as he tried to feel what the doctor described, sliding his fingers into the squirming hole. Hudson shifted uncomfortably under the touch, twitching his hips a little as the pressure inside him kept increasing.

“Uh—” Marcus said after a moment, clearly unsure of himself.

“What?” Hudson asked immediately.

Marcus paused while the doctor asked him a few quick questions on the phone. He repeated what he was feeling, looking up at Hudson’s belly every few seconds while he tried to follow the instructions exactly.

“Okay,” Marcus said, pulling his hand back a little but still staying close in case the doctor wanted him to check again. He looked both impressed and slightly overwhelmed. “He says that’s actually a lot,” he admitted. “You dilate fast. But the babies are huge, so that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy.”

Hudson barely processed the words. Because suddenly a new sensation took over him—pressure so strong it made his entire body tense, making him cry out. “Ugh—”

“What?” Marcus asked, visibly concerned.

“I need to push,” Hudson said, unsure of what to do but letting his instinct lead the way.

Marcus’s eyes widened. “What? You sure?”

Hudson didn’t answer, and his body started pushing on its own. The contraction hit him like a wall, and Hudson bore down as his entire body strained with the effort. The movement crushed the air from his lungs as his enormous belly pressed upward against his ribs. He tried to inhale, but there wasn’t enough room.

“I can’t breathe,” he gasped, then cried out as the pressure intensified.

Inside his body, one of the babies was pushing downward into position, and the movement was painfully obvious to Hudson as it happened. He pushed harder, and his whole body trembled. The pressure inside him was overwhelming, pressing downward through his hips and spine all at once. Sweat ran down the sides of his face while his fingers dug into Marcus’s wrists for something solid to hold onto.

Each push felt like it lasted forever, and his breath broke into rough gasps as his lungs struggled against the massive weight of his belly.

Marcus stayed close. “You’re doing great. You’ve got this,” he repeated over and over.

Hudson barely heard him. The sensation inside him had turned into something primal, and his body reacted on pure instinct as the baby forced its way lower. The movement was slow and worse than anything Hudson could’ve imagined. He felt the baby’s head pressing downward, and his body stretching and spreading to give it room to pass.

Minutes passed between groans and screams. Hudson’s arms shook from gripping Marcus so tightly while his legs tried to brace against the mattress. Each push made his belly tighten like stone, and his stretched skin creaked visibly over his overripe womb. His tits kept leaking nonstop, and his cock felt like it would burst on the next push.

Then, the doctor instructed Marcus to check between Hudson’s legs, and the young man turned pale immediately. “Hudson,” he said, suddenly breathless with disbelief. “The head. I can see the head. The baby’s right there!”

Hudson let out a raw scream as the next contraction hit. He bore down with everything he had left, arching his back against the pillows while the pressure peaked. The sensation burned, stretched, and pushed through him in a way that made the rest of the world disappear. He knew the birth would hurt, considering each baby weighed around 13 pounds, but the pain was far worse than anything he ever expected.

“That’s it,” Marcus encouraged him. “That’s it, keep going—”

After one last agonizing effort, the baby’s head finally popped out with a sudden rush of fluid, giving Hudson a tiny moment to catch his breath before the process continued. The shoulders were even worse, and he couldn’t help but blame Marcus for the immense effort it took to push the broad shoulders one at a time. But once they came out, the rest of the baby slowly slipped free into Marcus’s hands in a sudden rush of fluid and motion.

Hudson collapsed back against the pillows, and his entire body got limp as a broken sob escaped him. The sudden relief made him shake uncontrollably. For a moment, he couldn’t even catch his breath, but at least the baby’s cry made all the struggles feel worth it.

Marcus stared in shock for half a second before snapping back into motion. Following the doctor’s instructions from the phone, he carefully lifted the newborn, clearing its airway and quickly wrapping it in a towel that had been sitting ready on the bedside table. “You did it,” he said, looking down at Hudson with a mix of pride and panic. “Our first baby boy! He’s perfect! And so big! You did it!”

Hudson barely had time to register the words before another contraction was already building. His exhausted body tensed again as the pressure returned with frightening speed. The brief relief vanished as the remaining babies shifted inside him. Hudson groaned loudly, and his head rolled from side to side against the pillow.

Once the first baby cleared the way, the rest seemed to rush downward together.

“No—no—wait—” he panted, but his body ignored him. The next baby was coming.

Hudson cried out as he felt another baby moving downward, forcing his hips wider while his belly hardened again. Marcus barely had time to set the first newborn safely to the side before rushing back to support him.

“Why is he coming already?” Hudson groaned weakly.

The second baby came just as hard as the first. Hudson pushed again and again while Marcus held his wrists and repeated the doctor’s instructions to breathe and bear down with the contractions. Each passing second made Hudson tremble violently, and his breath broke into strained gasps as the enormous belly shook unstoppably.

“I can’t—” Hudson started, but the contraction turned the words into a cry.

The pressure built again and again until Marcus saw the second baby beginning to emerge. “I see it,” he said. “You’re almost there, Hudson.”

It took several more pushes before the second baby finally slipped free. Hudson sagged against the pillows again, barely conscious of the movement as Marcus repeated the same careful routine to clear the baby and wrap it securely. But there was still no time to rest—the third baby was already shifting downward.

Hudson let out a tired, almost disbelieving laugh that turned into a groan when the next contraction hit. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said breathlessly.

Marcus almost laughed despite the chaos around them. “Now they all seem to be in a rush to come out,” he said, brushing sweat from Hudson’s forehead. “Come on. You’ve got this.”

Hudson gathered what little strength he had left and pushed again, shaking with effort as the third baby forced its way into position. It didn’t matter that he had already pushed two babies out of him; baby number three was just as difficult, and by the time he was crying in Marcus’s hands, Hudson barely had the strength to stay awake.

The relief that followed lasted only a few seconds before his belly hardened again and the pressure returned. Hudson groaned loudly, dropping his head back against the pillows while his entire body trembled from exhaustion. He had been pushing in that same position for so long that his muscles felt like they were about to give out. His legs shook, his arms felt weak, and his tits were still leaking as he struggled to keep up with what his body was demanding from him.

Marcus looked down at him, clearly worried. The doctor explained on the phone that Hudson wouldn’t be able to stay in that position for long. If he did, he would exhaust himself before the rest of the babies would even have a chance to descend. They needed gravity to help them, and Hudson needed to be able to breathe properly if he was going to keep pushing.

“Okay,” Marcus said. “Okay, I’ll move him.”

Hudson barely understood what they were talking about. Another contraction hit him, making him groan as the babies inside shifted again. The pressure on his hips grew heavier, like something enormous pressing downward through his bones. But Marcus was already moving, working carefully to help Hudson sit up.

Now that three babies had been born, Hudson had gained enough space and mobility to move a little more freely, though it still took effort. The first three newborns lay wrapped in towels beside the pillows while Marcus got behind Hudson on the bed, wrapping his arms under Hudson’s armpits, lifting him slowly while trying to support as much of his weight as possible.

Hudson groaned through the motion as his massive belly pushed forward between his thighs. It hung heavily downward, and the stretched skin pulled tight while the remaining babies shifted inside. The sensation made Hudson gasp. His hips shook with the strain as Marcus helped position his legs, bending them upward while supporting him from behind. The position was far from ideal or comfortable, but at least he could breathe now.

The change in position immediately shifted the pressure inside him. When the next contraction came, stronger than the last, Hudson screamed. The sound came out of his mouth before he could stop it—a raw, open‑mouthed sound that made the furniture tremble. His whole body shook as the contraction tightened his belly again.

Marcus tightened his grip around Hudson’s torso, holding him upright. “I’ve got you,” he lovingly whispered into Hudson’s ear, even though his face showed how shocked he was by everything happening so quickly. “You’re doing incredible. Just breathe and push when it hits.”

Sweat ran down both of their faces now, dripping from Hudson’s temples while Marcus struggled to hold his weight steady. Hudson’s legs trembled harder as the contraction peaked, and he bore down with a desperate push.

Baby number four began to crown much faster than the others, but even though he had descended faster, the head still took time to come out. Hudson groaned loudly as the pressure stretched him again, and the burning sensation made him feel like he was being torn in half.

“It burns,” Hudson gasped and groaned.

After a few pushes, the head slipped free, but then Hudson cried out even louder as the shoulders followed. They felt enormous compared to the rest of the baby, forcing Hudson into a long, shaking scream as he pushed through the contraction.

“Come on,” Marcus said softly. “Just a little more.”

With one final groan, the baby finally slid free, and Hudson sagged heavily back against Marcus. His legs shook uncontrollably while Marcus reached forward to pick up the baby. But Hudson barely had a second to breathe before another contraction hit.

“No, no,” Hudson groaned weakly as the pressure built again. “I need a break.”

Marcus barely had time to set the fourth baby safely aside before returning to support him. Baby number five was already descending, and Hudson had no option but to push again and again. Every second took everything he had left. The fifth head was just as large and just as painful as the others, forcing him to grit his teeth while his body strained against the pressure.

Marcus had to hold nearly all of Hudson’s weight now as the exhausted man struggled to stay upright. His whole body shook uncontrollably, but there was nothing they could do about the position while the baby was already halfway through.

“Almost there,” Marcus said, and he could hear the exhaustion in Hudson’s breathing.

With another long push, the fifth baby finally slipped free, and Hudson slumped against Marcus immediately.

Marcus managed a breathless laugh. “That’s five,” he said softly. “You’re halfway there.”

But Hudson barely heard him because another contraction was already building. The sixth baby was starting to come, and his overripe body had no way to stop it, no matter how exhausted he was. Months of waiting, and now everything was happening too fast.

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