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Travis was lying on his side in bed, the only position that gave him some relief, and even that barely helped. Nothing about his body felt comfortable anymore. He was 9 days overdue, carrying 8 huge babies that refused to come out no matter what he had tried over the last few days. The strain showed in every breath he took, especially with the intense physical activity he had engaged in a desperate attempt to induce labor.

A helpless moan slipped out of his mouth as the man behind him, 18-year-old Amir, kept pushing his 13-inch-long cock into him, slow at first and then harder, until he was fully pounding without holding back. Amir’s grip tightened on Travis’s hips as he fucked him harder, and his balls slapped against Travis’s ass with a wet sound that echoed in the room. Every push forced another broken moan out of Travis as the pressure built fast, mixing with everything else he was feeling until it all blurred together.

Amir had always been eager, always ready to fuck him senseless, and that hadn’t changed. If anything, he seemed even more into it, as if he really believed the raw pounding was going to make Travis go into labor.

At 44 years old, Travis never imagined he would end up like this. His entire body ached under the weight of the 8 babies inside him, each one already far bigger than they should have been. His abdomen stretched out massively in front of him, resting on the mattress like a rounded hill, so big he couldn’t see anything past it anymore. Even breathing felt wrong as his ribs pushed outward, and his lungs never filled the way they used to.

He let out another strained moan, and his hand moved over his belly as if it could somehow steady him. The babies were active, more than usual. One pushed high beneath his ribs, pressing outward hard enough to make him tense, while another shifted lower, dragging against his hip. The movements overlapped constantly, never giving him a break. It was never only one baby moving; it was always several at once, crowding each other, reminding him that there were 8 of them inside him, all fighting for space that didn’t exist.

Amir’s pounding intensified, and Travis’s body reacted on instinct, arching his back slightly as he tried to adjust, even though there wasn’t anywhere left to move that didn’t hurt in some way. His chest felt heavy and overly sensitive, and he could feel the damp warmth there as his tits leaked from how worked up and overstimulated he was. Nothing about him felt the same anymore. The pregnancy had taken over every inch of his body.

Amir thrust harder, and Travis cried out, louder and less controlled this time. The rhythm didn’t slow, and Travis could only take it, caught between the crushing weight of his belly and Amir’s powerful pounding behind him. His thoughts felt scattered; everything blurred together into one overwhelming combination of pressure, movement, and raw pleasure.

A year ago, none of these events had even seemed possible. Back then, he had been signing divorce papers, convinced that it was the hardest thing he would have to deal with. After 23 years together, his wife had left, and the silence that followed hurt more than Travis thought was possible. Olivia, their eldest child, was already living on her own. 20-year-old Ryan was buried in college, and 18-year-old Sean was about to graduate from high school.

Travis had thought that was it, that fatherhood was ending, and he was stepping into a lonelier part of his life. But it made him feel empty. He kept finding himself standing in random rooms for no reason, only to avoid sitting alone somewhere else. However, things started to feel better when Sean started coming by more often, sometimes staying the night, even though he lived with his mom. He brought noise and life back into the place without even trying, and almost every time, Amir came with him.

At first, they only hung out, watched TV, talked, and made everything feel normal. But slowly, things started to change. Even when Sean went to his room or left the house, Amir would stay behind, helping clean up or sitting at the kitchen table, talking with Travis. What started as simple conversations about school or plans slowly turned more personal.

Travis couldn’t clearly remember how it happened the first time, but he remembered enough. One night, Amir leaned in after a second of hesitation, softly kissing Travis’s lips. The next thing the older man remembered was being on all fours on his bed, breathing heavy, with Amir right behind him, pushing his massive cock into his hole. He remembered the stretch, how it made him gasp as his fingers dug into the sheets.

“Fuck… wait—” Travis had tried to say, but the sounds came out broken, turning into a low moan as Amir pushed all the way in. It had been years since the older man felt anything like that, making his head spin and his body react without thinking. “Please, don’t stop,” he heard himself say, barely recognizing his needy voice.

Amir started fucking him hard, pounding with such force that the bed trembled under them. His hands were tight on Travis’s hips, pulling him back to meet every thrust, driving his cock deep, over and over. “You feel that?” he whispered, snapping his hips forward harder.

Travis could only nod. “Yeah—yeah, I do—” he said breathlessly between moans as the pace picked up. “Please, keep going.”

The sound of skin smacking and Amir’s balls hitting against Travis’s ass with every push blended with the moans Travis couldn’t hold back.

Every thrust made Travis’s body jolt forward, his back arching more, and his mouth open as he gasped for air. “Harder… please—” he begged, and Amir didn’t hesitate, pushing into him even deeper and faster. “Yes, yes. Oh, fuck, yes!” He could barely handle it. His eyes unfocused, his thoughts blurred as he begged without even realizing he was doing it.

Amir gave him more than he ever expected. His balls tightened, his toes curled, and then he groaned low as he came hard inside the older man. “Fuck! Take it,” he said, still holding Travis tight as he kept pushing in rough thrusts through it.

The amount of cum was ridiculous, filling Travis up so much that it made him shudder. He could feel the warm seed spreading inside him as his abdomen tightened, pushing outward even more as the cum filled him up. He let out a shaky breath, almost a whine, as the pressure overwhelmed his senses. He couldn’t believe that Amir had inflated him with so much cum.

And the craziest part was that the young man barely needed any time before he was hard again. Within minutes, he was pushing his cock back into Travis’s hole.

“Again?” Travis breathed, still dazed, but he didn’t move away.

Amir gripped Travis’s hips tighter and started pounding into him again, just as hard, just as fast, like he hadn’t stopped at all. By the time Travis really understood how far things had gone, it already felt like too much to undo. His belly had looked bloated and full even back then, like he had eaten far too much, but it hadn’t been food. It was Amir’s cum.

Travis still remembered the first doctor’s appointment a few weeks later—the confusion on the doctor’s face, then the shock as the scan came into view. One shape became two, then more, until it was impossible to mistake what they were seeing. 8 babies, all growing at once. In that moment, everything changed. What had felt like a mistake, something private and contained, turned into something massive and impossible to ignore.

From that point on, Travis’s pregnancy had taken over everything. His days turned into a blur of doctor visits, ultrasounds, appointments that never seemed to end, and being told to stay in bed no matter how uncomfortable he felt. People didn’t really ask him how he was doing anymore; it was always about the babies.

His body didn’t feel like his own anymore. Every appointment measured his condition, every stranger stared at his belly, and each day focused on feeding, supporting, or coping with the constant pressure of eight babies growing inside him. He often caught his reflection, and he stared, barely recognizing himself, aware that it was what Amir’s seed had done to him.

The craziest part was that Amir had been on cloud nine when he found out. The idea that he had pumped 8 babies into his best friend’s dad had gone straight to his head. It made him more confident and more reckless, and it made him want to fuck Travis even more. And Travis was too overwhelmed to say no, often thinking about it in a way that made his stomach twist. He’d stare at his belly and realize what he had become— stretched out and used over and over again, and turned into nothing more than a black babies factory.

They kept meeting in secret. Amir showed up, pushed Travis onto the bed, spreading him open, and sliding his huge cock into his hole as it belonged there. Nobody knew Amir was the father, but that didn’t stop them. If anything, it made it easier to keep going. Amir didn’t act like a dad—not even close. He didn’t step up, he didn’t talk about responsibility, and he didn’t think ahead. He only enjoyed Travis’s body as it kept getting bigger, rounder, and heavier with the babies inside him. With each passing day, Amir got more obsessed with how Travis looked.

The young man would grab Travis’s massive tits, kneading them and smirking when Travis let out a moan, teasing his thickened nipples until they were leaking. Amir would run his hands over Travis’s ass, squeezing it, spreading it, and loving how full and soft it had gotten. And sometimes he’d sit there with his hand on Travis’s belly, rubbing it for a while, feeling the babies move. But what he loved the most was fucking him. That never changed.

Amir would push into Travis almost every day, filling him up with more cum every time—unloading buckets into Travis’s guts every time, like he couldn’t stop himself. After long nights together, Travis would end up lying in bed completely spent, his belly already huge from the babies, but somehow feeling even tighter and more stretched from all the cum Amir had pumped into him. His skin would itch from how tight it felt, and he’d groan softly from the discomfort. Amir loved hearing those sounds, loved knowing he was the one doing that to him.

Meanwhile, Travis’s kids all handled things differently. Olivia had shown up right away when she found out, storming into the house, demanding answers before she even hugged her dad. Ryan had been more worried, asking questions about the risks and about how Travis’s body was handling carrying 8 babies at his age.

But Sean never settled. He kept coming by, helping out, staying close, but there was always the same question hanging there. “Dad, who did this? Who got you pregnant?”

Travis never answered. Not because he didn’t care, but because there wasn’t an uncomplicated answer for those questions. People only knew Travis was heavily pregnant with 8 large babies, but nobody knew it was Amir, the handsome young Black guy, who had done that to him.

Now, months later, Travis’s mind felt like a mess. He was scared about the birth, about what came after, about being a single dad to 8 babies because deep down he knew Amir wasn’t going to step up—which was probably for the best. But at the same time, he only wanted it to be over. He wanted the babies out. And Amir kept saying he could help with that.

“Please…” Travis moaned, weakly and breathlessly, as Amir kept pounding into him. “Fuck me harder! Please! Make me pop!”

Amir smirked, gripping Travis’s hips tighter before snapping forward harder and making Travis cry out loudly. “Almost there, sir,” Amir said. “Fuck, I need to bust so bad.”

Travis pushed his hips back without thinking. “Then do it—don’t stop—keep going—” he gasped as his belly tightened strangely.

Amir didn’t slow down. “You’re such a wonderful baby factory, sir,” he said, gripping so tightly that it was almost bruising as he kept pounding, leaking precum deep inside Travis’s guts. “You take it so well. I could make you even bigger. Fill you up again with more babies.”

Travis didn’t even think before answering. “If you make me pop now,” he moaned between breaths, “maybe I’ll let you do it again! Fill me up again.”

The words had barely left his mouth when the bedroom door opened, and Sean froze in the doorway. For a second, nobody noticed him. Amir kept fucking Travis, Travis kept moaning, and the sounds of sex suddenly got louder.

“The fuck! Dad?” Sean shouted.

Travis’s eyes went wide, wanting to stop, but it was too late.

Amir thrust forward one last time and came hard—harder than ever before. His whole body locked up for a second, pressing his hips tight to Travis’s ass as his balls drew up as he started pumping into him in thick, heavy bursts. “Fuck—” he groaned as his cock throbbed inside the older man.

Travis cried out as the pressure increased suddenly. His body jolted as his belly visibly pushed outward even more right in front of them. It didn’t stop after the first pulse. Amir kept going with short thrusts as more cum came out of his cock, filling the older man deeper each time. Travis’s hands pressed against his abdomen as it stretched even more.

“Fuck—Amir—too much—” Travis gasped, overwhelmed by the amount of cum entering him, but didn’t move away. His body was stuck there as his belly tightened under his hands.

Amir groaned as his cock still twitched deep inside Travis as he kept unloading, rope after rope of warm cum. “Yeah, yeah, take it all,” he said, dazed.

Travis’s whole body trembled, and his breath came out in shaky bursts as the pressure inside him built until it felt like his skin couldn’t stretch any more. For a few long seconds, the sensations were too overwhelming for Travis to react as Amir’s body started to slow down—but with his cock still hard and buried deep inside Travis.

Sean stood there, pale, staring, unable to move.

“Sean—I—I can explain—” Travis gasped once the expansion stopped. “It’s not what it looks like—” he continued, but the words didn’t come out right because there wasn’t a way to explain what he was seeing.

And then it got worse. Travis suddenly tensed as a sharp pressure hit him and took over his whole abdomen. It was different from everything he had been feeling before—deeper, heavier, as if something inside him had shifted. He cried out again, louder this time, as his hands flew to his belly, clutching it tight. “Ah—fuck—something’s—something’s wrong—”

His belly tightened, and then a loud pop cut through the room. Travis gasped as something inside him gave way. Fluid rushed out of him in an unstoppable surge, spilling around Amir’s cock even while it was still inside him. The sensation made Travis’s whole body jerk as fluids kept coming, soaking the bed beneath him.

Amir pulled his cock out as he stared down in shock. “Wait—shit—did your—?” he started, not finishing the sentence as he looked between Travis and the mess beneath him.

Travis’s water had broken.

Sean stood frozen at the door, pale, as his brain tried to catch up with everything he had just seen. Amir looked between his friend and Travis, looking for a way to escape the awkward moment. He didn’t want to face reality, but it was too late to hide.

Travis only stayed there, barely able to move as contractions started taking over his belly. He groaned, tightening his grip over his belly as his whole body trembled—not from pleasure anymore, but from the early pains of labor.

“Fuck! It’s happening,” he whispered, almost to himself. He didn’t even know what to think anymore. And for the millionth time, he wondered how the hell he had ended up there, turned into a baby factory for his son’s best friend.

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