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Stephen woke slowly, and for a while, he didn’t move at all. He always enjoyed the first few minutes of each day, loving how Darren’s massive arms felt around him from behind. They always slept like this; Stephen lay on his side with the big guy’s broad chest pressed against his back, one long arm resting heavily across the rounded middle, and Darren’s monster cock nestled between Stephen’s plump ass cheeks. Even asleep, Darren held him close in such a protective way that he could only smile every time he noticed it.

Stephen’s belly looked like a massive hill beneath Darren’s hand. Even lying on his side, it pushed outward a lot, so enormous that it still felt unreal whenever Stephen stopped to think about it too long. Eight months of pregnancy had changed his body beyond what he thought was possible. The firm little curve he had first noticed months ago had grown into something massive, something that made strangers stare and doctors shake their heads in disbelief.

Four of Darren’s babies were inside him—four very large babies.

Their OBGYN had told them during the last visit that each baby already weighed about ten pounds. Darren had looked proud when he heard that, as if the news somehow confirmed something he had always known. Stephen, on the other hand, had spent most of the appointment wondering how his body was still managing to hold all of them.

His belly felt unbelievably full, stretched tight over the four moving shapes beneath the skin. When one baby shifted, it made the entire sphere roll. When two of them pushed at once, the movement rippled across his belly in waves.

Stephen rested his hand against the taut skin of his belly and let out a long breath. “Good morning,” he whispered, and the babies responded from within.

Something pushed against the side of his belly, making the round surface bulge outward for a moment before settling again. Stephen groaned softly and chuckled. Over the months, he had learned that the babies seemed to wake up around the same time he did. Some mornings they were calm; other mornings they kicked like they were throwing a small party in there.

Today, they felt energetic, and he felt ready to burst.

It wasn’t only Stephen’s belly that had grown enormous; his hips had widened a lot during the pregnancy. It had happened slowly enough that Stephen hadn’t noticed day by day, but now his whole lower body felt different. His hips were broader, built to support the incredible weight of the belly he carried, and his ass had expanded to ridiculous proportions. His cheeks were fuller and rounder than they had ever been before, something Darren loved to comment on whenever Stephen tried squeezing past chairs or counters in the apartment.

And then there was his chest.

Stephen shifted slightly and immediately felt the weight of his pecs settle differently. Over the past months, his chest had grown so much that it still caught him off guard sometimes. It felt heavy and full all the time now, so sensitive that he was grateful whenever Darren massaged it. Mack had joked more than once that Stephen would produce enough milk to feed an entire daycare once the babies arrived.

It didn’t sound like a joke anymore.

Stephen exhaled slowly and tilted his head back to look over his shoulder. Darren was still asleep. His messy hair stuck up in every direction, and his face looked softer than usual—stunning as ever. He looked relaxed even though he had been up several times during the night. Darren might have been enormous and intimidating to anyone who didn’t know him, but when it came to baby-related stuff, he was the calmest and most patient person Stephen had ever seen. 

Daniel and David were six months old, and Mack had dropped them off the night before so he could attend an important meeting early this morning. Darren had insisted Mack get a proper night of sleep for once, which meant Darren had taken full responsibility for the twins during the night. Stephen had heard him walking down the hallway several times, singing softly while he calmed the babies, rocking them back to sleep.

Over the past months, Stephen had watched Darren take care of Daniel and David so lovingly that it still amazed him. Darren was never bothered by crying, never frustrated when one of them refused to sleep, and always calmed them down with his deep, gentle voice. It was impossible not to notice how naturally the big guy stepped into the role of being a dad.

Stephen would have helped during the night if he could have, but even rolling over in bed had become a complicated process lately. He struggled with a lot of things related to the pregnancy, but Mack had become something like a mentor for him.

At the beginning, Stephen had felt completely lost dealing with the pregnancy, especially after learning he was carrying four babies instead of one or two. Mack had already gone through the whole experience once, so he had patiently walked Stephen through everything he could expect. He explained things the doctors wouldn’t mention, showed him tricks for dealing with the aches and exhaustion, and somehow always knew how to calm Stephen down whenever he started worrying too much.

Stephen often joked that Mack had basically become his pregnancy coach. The funny part was that Stephen was carrying twice as many babies as Mack ever had, but Stephen knew very well he would not have survived the last months without Mack around. So, Mack and the twins had been visiting often, and over time, he and Stephen had become good friends.

Stephen even liked to tease Mack sometimes. More than once, he had jokingly suggested that Mack should let Darren get him pregnant again so their kids could all grow up together. Mack always laughed when Stephen said that and shook his head, insisting that there was absolutely no way that was going to happen again. Darren usually laughed too and told Stephen he was crazy for even suggesting it.

The teasing was a playful way he used to deal with the struggles he faced each day.

Stephen closed his eyes briefly and groaned as a desperate need to pee hit him. Pregnancy had turned his bladder into the most impatient part of his body.

Carefully, he began shifting his weight so he could sit up. His enormous belly moved with him like a planet in front of him, pulling forward while his lower back protested. Darren’s arm slid slightly as Stephen maneuvered himself upright, though the big man didn’t wake.

Stephen paused halfway up, breathing slowly while the babies moved again inside him. “Easy,” he whispered. “Please let me reach the bathroom this time.”

Eventually, he managed to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Standing up was another challenge, but he managed after several attempts. He took a moment before moving, adjusting his balance while the babies shifted again inside him. Then he began the slow journey toward the bathroom.

When he finally reached the bathroom, he let out a sigh of relief. But lowering himself onto the toilet wasn’t as easy as it used to be. He turned sideways first, using the wall for balance while his free hand supported his belly. The babies moved again during the maneuver, pushing outward strongly enough that Stephen gasped.

“Hey,” he said toward his belly with a tired smile. “Give me a second.”

Eventually, he managed it and relaxed back with a long sigh.

“Much better,” he said.

After washing up, he looked at himself in the mirror, placing both hands on the sides of his belly. He was enormous, but a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

“One more month,” he said softly, and then waddled back out into the hallway.

He slowly moved toward the nursery where David and Daniel were sleeping. They had turned that room into a nursery not only for the twins but also to house Stephen’s quadruplets. When he walked in, he saw Daniel and David still asleep. Both of them looked cute and peaceful in that heavy sleep babies seemed to fall into after a long night.

Stephen stood there, watching them for a moment. Seeing them like that always made something inside him soften. The twins were getting bigger every week, and their movements were stronger and more curious every time they visited. It was easy to see Darren in them already, especially in the shape of their noses and the way their little hands stretched when they slept. And the fact that they were larger than average for their age.

“You two are getting big,” he whispered, moving his hand over his belly again without thinking. His babies responded with soft kicks and rolls. “And you are gonna be just as big.”

Stephen smiled down at the movement, rubbing the spot. Watching the twins made it easy to imagine what his own babies might look like when they arrived. If Daniel and David were any indication, Darren made ridiculously good‑looking kids. The thought made Stephen chuckle to himself as he looked between the cribs and the enormous belly in front of him.

“You guys are going to be trouble,” he said to the babies inside him. “If you look anything like your dad, people won’t know what hit them.”

The idea made him smile wider. He imagined four little faces, maybe with Darren’s eyes and ridiculously charming smile. He was so focused on the moment, rubbing his belly and watching the twins breathe softly in their cribs, that he didn’t hear Darren entering the room—not until enormous arms wrapped around him from behind again.

Stephen jumped slightly, letting out a small, startled breath.

Darren’s sleepy voice rumbled beside his ear. “Morning.”

Stephen laughed softly and leaned back against him. “You scared me.”

Darren slid both hands over the vast curve of Stephen’s belly, rubbing it slowly with obvious fascination as if he still couldn’t believe how big Stephen had gotten. “How’re you feeling?” he asked softly.

Stephen leaned back against him and let out a long breath. “Like I’m about to explode,” he admitted. “Seriously, I feel like I might pop any second, and it’s your fault, by the way.”

Darren chuckled at that and gave the belly a slow squeeze, clearly enjoying the weight of it in his hands. “You look incredible,” he said.

Stephen snorted. “That’s because you’re not the one carrying four giant babies,” he replied with a grin.

Darren laughed again, moving his hands over Stephen’s belly like he couldn’t get enough of it. “I do like seeing you like this,” he admitted. “And I plan to keep you like this,” Darren added casually. “Always full.”

Stephen lifted an eyebrow. “You mean more babies?”

“A lot more babies,” Darren said playfully. “Why not?”

Stephen looked at the cribs where the twins slept peacefully. “I never said I’m against it,” he said and smiled. “Well, you and Mack did a pretty great job with these two.”

Darren looked down at Daniel and David. The expression on his face shifted to visible pride. “Yeah,” he replied softly. “We did.”

Stephen watched the babies for a second before grinning again. “They’re ridiculously cute,” he added. “Seriously. You two make some very handsome babies.”

Darren looked pleased with that comment as he held Stephen tightly.

Stephen tilted his head and smirked. “You know…” he said slowly. “You and Mack should consider having a couple more,” he added, and Darrend laughed. “What?” he asked, looking down at his belly. “These guys in here will need some extra siblings to play with. Same with the ones coming after them.”

Darren burst out laughing at that. “Good luck convincing Mack,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s almost impossible.”

Stephen grinned, aware that Darren didn’t oppose the idea. “I’m working on it.”

Darren shook his head while his hands moved upward to Stephen’s chest. He cupped the heavy mounds, massaging them the way he often did when Stephen complained about how sore they felt lately. They were full almost all the time now, firm and heavy with milk, and the pressure had been making Stephen ache more and more over the last few weeks.

Darren worked slowly and patiently, kneading the tight skin while his thumbs rubbed small circles along the sides. He lifted the pecs slightly as he massaged, taking some of the strain off Stephen’s chest the way he had learned to do since Mack’s pregnancy.

Stephen immediately relaxed into the touch, letting his shoulders drop while a relieved breath slipped out of him. “Oh wow… yeah, that helps,” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as Darren continued working.

Darren gave Stephen’s chest a squeeze, impressed again by their size and weight. “Still crazy how much these grew,” he said.

Stephen opened his eyes and chuckled. “Tell me about it,” he replied. “I swear they get heavier every week.”

Darren kept massaging more passionately. “I remember Mack nearly lost his mind when his chest grew and then started leaking,” Darren added with a grin.

“It’s insane. Mack told me about the first time that milk came out of his nipples,” Stephen said and laughed. “But I’ve been wondering what it feels like.”

Darren smirked a little. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Almost on cue, Daniel and David stirred in their cribs. Within seconds, both babies were squirming and whining. Darren picked them up, but their whining suddenly turned into loud crying, and the sound seemed to hit Stephen somewhere deep inside his chest.

The moment the twins started crying, something inside him reacted instantly. His chest tightened without warning as a sudden pressure built under the skin. His breathing shortened, and he gasped, confused by the sensation.

“What the—” Before he could finish the sentence, the pressure spiked, and he gasped again, louder this time.

He felt his nipples pulsating, and then something warm spread across his chest. For a split second, his brain didn’t understand what was happening. Then he looked down, and his eyes went wide. Milk was pouring out of both his nipples in thick white lines, running over the undersides of his pecs and spilling down his middle. Within seconds, it was dripping from his massive belly and splashing onto the floor.

Stephen stared in shock as more milk poured out. The crying babies only seemed to worsen it. The flow intensified, spurting harder in sudden bursts as if something inside him had finally given up trying to hold it back. He clamped his hands over his nipples in a desperate attempt to stop the leaking, but the moment his hands pressed down, the milk forced its way between his fingers, splattering onto the floor anyway.

“Darren!” he blurted, turning as red as a tomato. “Make it stop!”

The milk kept coming, soaking his hands and running in messy trails down his middle before dripping from the underside of his belly in steady streams.

Darren burst out laughing. “Relax!” he said.

Stephen stared at him like he had lost his mind. “I can’t relax! Look at this!”

Darren was bouncing the twins in his arms, calmly soothing them while Stephen stood there completely overwhelmed. Eventually, the babies’ cries softened and then faded into sniffles. As the crying stopped, the pressure in Stephen’s chest began easing. The flow slowed from heavy streams to steady dripping, then to small drops that slid down his skin.

Stephen stood there breathing hard, staring down at the floor. A milky puddle had formed around his feet—a literal pool of milk.

“Wow,” he said, stunned.

Darren leaned forward and kissed Stephen’s lips. “Looks like you’re ready to feed four babies,” he said with obvious excitement. “Or a whole army of them.”

Stephen looked down at his chest, then at the enormous belly beneath it, still trying to process what had just happened. The babies reached toward him curiously from Darren’s arms, softly patting Stephen’s overproductive chest.

Stephen let out a soft laugh, still stunned, and carefully took the babies into his arms. “Guess I’d better start practicing,” he said. “If you plan to keep me full of babies, then I’ll be feeding an army of hungry little Darrens.”

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