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Ashton Blair was 39 years old, an age when most men lived a comfortably predictable routine in a modest Midwestern suburb. He had divorced his wife a couple of years ago and had remained on good terms with her to share custody of their three boys. 15-year-old Emmett, 10-year-old Noah, and 6-year-old Ben. For a long time, Ashton’s life had been what it looked like from the outside—ordinary and stable.

However, a few months ago, the ordinary had cracked when an ultrasound revealed that he was pregnant with ten baby boys. Every word of the news sounded more impossible than the last when he first heard it, but Ashton had slowly learned to be excited about having ten more kids even at his age. It had taken weeks to even begin to process what it meant, but over the last few months, things had changed a lot.

At this point, his due date had come and gone a couple of days ago, and the babies refused to come out. His belly had grown far beyond anything that he could’ve ever imagined, pushing so far in front of him that it dictated every movement he made. Doctors monitored him constantly, fascinated and scared of how much he had grown but praising how all ten babies were healthy, just like their daddy. They only needed labor to start any day now.

Since labor was so close, and Ashton wanted to enjoy the last minutes of freedom before the ten babies brought chaos into his life, his three boys were staying with him for the entire week. Their time together had turned into a countdown, although none of them said it out loud with those words.

Emmett had taken it upon himself to map everything out, filling the kitchen wall with color-coded calendars and handwritten notes about “the day.” Noah saw everything as a mission, insisting daily that he would be the first one to notice when labor started. And Ben treated the entire situation as if the babies were already part of their conversation. The whole thing warmed Ashton’s heart, but it also scared him because labor was so close.

One morning, Ashton woke before everyone else since sleep was fragile and fleeting lately. His weight and size made it impossible to find a comfortable position. His back ached constantly, and the babies moved hard whenever he came close to drifting off—ten separate bodies pressing outward at once. When he finally gave up on trying to rest, he lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, feeling ready to burst.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I get it. We’re awake,” he said, feeling kicks in all directions against the walls of his overstretched womb.

Getting out of bed required effort and patience. He moved onto his side first, pressing a hand against the mattress, then slowly rocking forward. His belly required both hands to support as he leaned, and it always took a moment to find balance. When he finally pushed himself upright, he groaned long and strained, barely able to breathe.

“Ugh! It’s getting harder,” he said. “I need you all out,” he added, looking at his belly.

He took his time to get dressed, and his favorite cardigan hung open around him—incapable of closing over his torso—as he waddled toward the kitchen. He wore the cardigan out of habit because the fabric provided some comfort, even though it made him look even bigger than he already was. His chest had grown a lot, full of milk, and straining his clothes even more without even trying.

Ashton moved slowly, so everything he did took time. By the time the boys began to wake, he was already preparing breakfast while barely holding himself up. Emmett entered the kitchen first, already dressed and smiling at his dad just like every morning. Without a word, he crossed the room and reached for the cereal boxes in the higher cabinets—a spot Ashton couldn’t reach with his body in the way.

“I was going to get that,” Ashton said, though he didn’t move to stop his son.

“I know,” Emmett replied, setting the cereal down within reach. “But it’s faster if I do it.”

Ashton smiled a little, leaning one hand against the counter as the babies moved, making him groan. “Thanks. Fast is good,” he admitted. “Fast is very good today.”

Noah came in next, dragging a chair halfway across the floor before correcting himself. He picked it up instead, moving it out of the main walkway and pushing another one aside. “Clear path,” he announced, as if reporting on an operation. “You’re good to move.”

Ashton laughed. “Thank you, traffic control. We appreciate it,” he said, patting his belly.

Ben walked in last, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. The moment he saw Ashton, his face lit up, and he hurried over with quick steps. “Good morning, Dad,” he said, then paused, looking at Ashton’s belly. “Wait.” He leaned forward and carefully kissed Ashton’s taut middle. “There,” he declared. “Good morning energy.”

Ashton blinked, surprised but loving the action. “I think they appreciate the love,” he said.

“They do,” Ben insisted. “I can tell.”

Ashton moved slowly between the counter and the table, handing his boys their food. At one point, all ten babies moved at once, making him stop mid-step. “Whoa,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Okay. That’s everyone at once, I think.”

Noah leaned forward. “Did they kick?”

“All of them,” Ashton replied, shaking his head. “I think they’re having a meeting.”

Ben giggled. “Maybe they want to come out?”

Emmett nodded, watching the scene carefully. “Not yet. Dad’s too calm.”

Ashton laughed at that, feeling how his sons analyzed every detail of his behavior.

A few minutes later, when they were ready to leave, Ashton took a moment at the door, adjusting his stance before walking outside. The walk to the bus stop was only a few blocks, but it took nearly 20 minutes. Ashton moved slowly as his body swayed under the constant motion inside him, and his heavy tits jiggled slightly with each step.

“You okay?” Emmett asked at one point.

“Yeah,” Ashton answered, almost breathless. “I’m just carrying a small crowd, that’s all.”

Noah snorted. “That’s not small.”

“Relatively speaking,” Ashton replied, laughing softly.

Ben walked close to his side, occasionally reaching out to touch Ashton’s belly. The boys matched his pace without complaint, as if this slower rhythm had always been part of their lives.

At the bus stop, they looked at their dad once again, trying to find signs of labor so they wouldn’t have to go to school. When the bus came and the boys climbed aboard, each of them turned back for one last look. Ben waved enthusiastically. Noah pointed two fingers at his eyes, then at Ashton, as if to say he was watching. And Emmett only nodded firmly.

Ashton stood there for a while and then reached for his phone and opened the rideshare app, selecting the larger vehicle option he’d been using for months. Driving himself had stopped being practical long ago; even sitting in a standard car was a nightmare. When the driver arrived, Ashton smiled when he saw the familiar face. The man immediately adjusted the passenger seat, sliding it all the way back for Ashton to fit in.

“Morning, sir,” the driver said. “Same setup?”

“Please,” Ashton replied, offering a grateful smile.

Getting into the car required patience. He turned sideways first, gripping the door frame with one hand while the other supported his belly.

“Comfortable?” the driver asked once Ashton was inside.

“As I’m going to get,” Ashton said. “Let’s call that a win.”

He leaned back, resting his hands at the top of his belly as the babies moved a lot. He had a routine after the boys were dropped off, one he hadn’t planned so much as fallen into over the past months, considering how the pregnancy had started. There were a few men who could be the father of the ten babies, as he had sex with each of them around the time of conception. Nobody knew that he had no idea who the dad was, and until there were answers once the babies were born, he visited those men around town very often.

He thought of how different each of those men was—different voices, different ways of looking at him, different ways of reacting to the situation they were all tangled in.

The first stop was the grocery store. The driver pulled up close to the curb, giving Ashton room to maneuver, and Ashton took his time getting out. The pressure settled forward as he stood, making him pause for a second before taking his first step.

Inside, the store looked normal until Ashton heard a voice that made his face light up.

“Mr. Blair!” The voice called, as Aiden, one of the possible fathers, appeared from the nearest aisle, moving quickly and a little clumsily around a display of canned goods.

19-year-old Aiden was taller than Ashton, all limbs and energy, with freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose. His smile was wide and charming, making Ashton feel cared for.

“Hey,” Ashton said, evidently excited to see the young man.

Aiden didn’t slow down as he approached. He reached Ashton in a few steps, and his hands came up to caress the pregnant belly without asking permission.

“Oh, wow,” Aiden said, loving how Ashton’s belly felt. “Hi. Hi, all of you.” He leaned in and softly kissed Ashton’s cheek. “You look—” he started, then shook his head, laughing softly. “You always look amazing, but this is—I mean, they’re huge today. Are they huge today? That’s a thing, right? You’re definitely bigger than the last time you came.”

Ashton chuckled, reaching up to rub the sides of his belly. “They’re always huge,” he said. “But yeah. They’ve been active.”

“Active is good,” Aiden replied. “Active means they’re strong and happy.”

Even though he knew nothing had been confirmed, Aiden was impossibly excited about the possibility of being the father of Ashton’s ten babies. There was no hesitation in his touch. He leaned into the massive belly without apology, and something about that loosened a tightness Ashton hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“How are they behaving today?” Aiden asked excitedly.

Ashton smiled, then guided Aiden’s hand a little further to the side. “Ask them yourself,” he said. “I think they have the answer.”

As if on cue, several small feet pressed outward against Aiden’s hands, making his eyes widen. It was something that the young man loved to feel.

“No way,” he whispered, then laughed. “Hi. Hey, that’s me. I’m right here.” He kept his hands there, pressing back as if answering them. “You feel that?” he asked, even though it was obvious Ashton did. “They know. I’m telling you, they know.”

Ashton shook his head, aware that Aiden still thought the babies recognized him as their dad. “Or they just like kicking,” he said.

“No, no,” Aiden insisted, leaning closer and speaking directly to Ashton’s belly. “You guys are very smart. I can tell. Just like me.”

Ashton smiled, and they started moving together down one of the aisles, not really looking at anything on the shelves. Aiden stayed close, reaching up to caress Ashton’s belly every other step. Every time he felt something, his reaction was the same—surprise, delight, and wonder that never seemed to dull no matter how many times it happened.

“You need anything?” he asked at one point, looking briefly at the shelves before returning his attention to Ashton.

“I probably do,” Ashton admitted. “But that’s not why I’m here.”

Aiden immediately smirked. “Yeah,” he said. “I figured.”

“Yeah. You know, I should use the restroom,” Ashton said, grinning and winking at Aiden.

“Yeah,” Aiden said, almost glowing with excitement. “I knew it.”

They walked slowly to the restroom, taking their time since Ashton couldn’t move that fast. Once they were both inside, Aiden turned the lock with a soft click, then looked back at Ashton, and their expressions changed into pure desire for each other.

Aiden moved forward without hesitation, leaning in to kiss Ashton’s lips as his hands reached lower to caress the rounded tits and the pregnant belly. The kiss deepened quickly, and as they got closer, their actions became more reckless; Ashton began moaning when Aiden’s hands reached his hips and started pressing the flesh there.

“We don’t have much time,” Aiden said. “I only asked for a short bathroom break.”

“I know,” Ashton said, slowly turning around until he could lean against the counter. “Go ahead, big boy,” he added, widening his stance to accommodate his belly at the front and to present his fat ass to the horny young man.

“Man, you always know how to make my days better, Mr. Blair,” Aiden whispered, reaching for Ashton’s waistband to pull his pants down.

Once Ashton’s ass was on full display, Aiden let his pants fall to the ground, and his 9.5-inch-long cock rose to full mast in a blink. The thick cock throbbed hard against Ashton’s ass, making him moan at the sensation. The contact made Ashton remember the times they had fucked right there before the pregnancy and how, no matter how many times Aiden fucked him, Ashton couldn’t get enough of such a thick cock.

“Please,” Ashton begged, arching his back and pushing his hips back. “Go ahead!”

Aiden’s hands tightened at Ashton’s hips, pushing himself forward to slide his cock into the pregnant man’s hole. Ashton moaned at the sensation, loving how inch after inch stretched him so nicely. His hands gripped the counter more firmly as Aiden went balls deep within seconds. With no time to waste, the motion started immediately, and Ashton could barely control the moans slipping out of his mouth as Aiden gained force and speed.

“Oh, fuck,” Ashton breathed out. “I love it. Come on. Faster.”

Aiden smirked, and his hips entered a frenzy as the pounding intensified. Precum started leaking deep into Ashton, and Aiden could feel his balls working to produce cum in the heat of the moment. He couldn’t explain it, but the more he fucked Ashton, the more his body seemed to want to fill the man to the brim. And all along, Ashton enjoyed the moment, feeling the babies move and hoping that it might finally make him pop.

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