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Ashton waddled out of the grocery store bathroom with Aiden still grinning behind him. The young man’s flushed cheeks and half‑tucked shirt still showed how he had spent his break. Ashton’s clothes were damp from sweat, and his pants hung lower on his hips. Still, they didn’t mind people noticing it at this point.

“I’ll drop your groceries off after work so you won’t have to carry anything,” Aiden promised, and before the pregnant man could argue, he reached forward to caress the pregnant belly again. “Try not to pop till I’m off the clock.”

Ashton laughed. “No promises, kid,” he said and turned around to leave.

As soon as he walked out of the store, he opened the rideshare app to request a ride to his next stop. One of his hands rested on the small of his back, and the other reached for a wall for support, still adjusting after the recent fuck. He couldn’t stop thinking about Aiden’s cock stretching him nicely and how the cum load had coated his guts—and it still sloshed inside him with every move.

By the time the vehicle arrived, Ashton’s cock was hard in his pants, thankfully hidden by his massive belly. He waited while the driver positioned the passenger seat all the way back, then sucked in air, turned sideways, and eased the giant belly past the door.

“Everybody settled?” he whispered once the belt was stretched across his body and the babies kept moving. “Good, ’cause Daddy still has some more stops to make.”

The ride was short, but long enough for his back and hips to hurt in that position. He felt the ten overdue boys pushing in all directions, making him groan as their movement and positioning crushed his lungs. A few minutes later, he arrived at his destination.

He walked into the pharmacy. The techs already had his prenatal refills bagged, and the fattest compression socks on the market, plus a maternity band so wide it looked like a tow strap. Ashton thanked them, grabbed the bags, and slowly turned toward the door. As soon as he was back outside, he heard a familiar voice calling from the place next door.

“Left shoulder’s up again,” Andre, another of the possible fathers, called from the doorway of his physical therapy office. He was 40 years old, with a broad chest that stretched his shirt in the best way. He approached and kissed Ashton’s scruffy cheek, then reached up to rub the heavily pregnant belly. “You’ve been tilting since you got out of the car,” he said.

“As if I can keep track,” Ashton snorted. “I’m carrying ten people. I’m winning if I stay vertical,” he added. “I was on my way there, by the way.”

“Figured.” Andre laughed, grinning and pulling the pregnant man toward his office. “Let’s fix you before you tip over in the parking lot.” He carefully guided Ashton inside, then helped him get on an angled therapy table. “I’d bet you’ve had a busy day.”

The pregnant man grunted through the effort, spreading his legs wide as the massive belly took over his whole lap. His tits flopped onto the top part of his abdomen, making him groan even louder as his nipples were sensitive even to these movements.

Andre got right behind him, pressing his thumbs deep where the neck met the shoulders, rubbing circles to melt the stone‑hard knots under Ashton’s skin. He continued across the ridge of each trap, moving lower, using his broad hands to knead along the edge of one of Ashton’s swollen tits, making him shiver. The massage felt incredible, but the teasing extra touches made the pregnant groan and shiver even louder.

“Oh, it feels so good,” Ashton admitted, letting his head drop backward.

“You’re permanently under intense strain,” Andre said, pressing harder into Ashton’s lower back. “Your frame wasn’t built to carry a whole damn basketball team,” he added as the babies moved, making the belly jump as if in response to the touch.

“Well, you could be the one to blame for it,” Ashton joked. “I deserve a medal.”

“Fair.” Andre leaned forward and brushed his lips against Ashton’s ear. “But you’re the town’s best fertility ad. If they’re mine, I’m the one who deserves a medal.”

Ashton didn’t reply but reached for Andre’s wrist and pulled his hand to rest it on his thickened hips, near the waistband of his pants. “I’ll be honest. I didn’t come for a posture correction,” he whispered, feeling his cock throb already.

“Figured,” Andre said, digging his fingers into Ashton’s fat hips.

Andre adjusted the therapy table so Ashton could lie on it in a better position, tweaking it only enough to lift some weight off the overworked lungs. The pregnant man grunted and swore all along but managed to take his pants and underwear off before spreading his thick thighs even further—demanding Andre’s cock. Still, therapist habits never faded, so every adjustment came with a warning and a double‑check to make sure Ashton could still breathe.

As soon as everything was in the right position, Andre took his 9-inch-long cock out of his pants, stroking it firmly as it got harder, and positioned himself between Ashton’s legs. The hard shaft touched Ashton’s ass; pleasure took over, and all the hesitation disappeared. Andre pushed forward in one quick and forceful motion, sliding into the pregnant man with such determination that the whole table shook.

Ashton gasped. “Fuck, yes!” He cried out.

Andre started moving right away, using one arm to cradle the massive belly against his chest so nothing twisted wrong, and the other rested on Ashton’s hip to guide each powerful thrust. The pounding made the babies react with many kicks and stretches that made the pregnant man groan even more, overtaken by pleasure and a ready-to-burst sensation.

“Perfect timing,” Andre said, noticing how the babies were getting more active. “Maybe we’ll finally make you pop,” he added, thrusting harder and faster.

“Yes! Please!” Ashton begged as his toes curled in pleasure, breathing heavily as the wet slap of their skins colliding grew louder.

Andre climaxed first, letting out a low growl as his cock pumped thick waves of cum deep into Ashton’s guts. The sensation was so intense and ridiculously long that it sent Ashton over the edge a second later. His pregnant body jerked, his belly trembled, and his tits jostled on top while he came hard between them, coating the lower part of his middle.

Even after both had regained composure, their breathing was still heavy, so they stayed like that for a long moment, caressing the massive pregnant belly together. When Andre finally pulled his cock out, he leaned forward to kiss Ashton’s stretched middle while telling him to stop giving their daddy such a hard time.

“Try not to wreck my work today,” Andre said, looking at Ashton’s face.

“I’ll try my best to behave and relax,” Ashton lied.

“Really?” Andre asked, lifting one eyebrow. “How many stops do you have left?”

Ashton looked away, counting in silence.

Andre sighed. “That many,” he said, shaking his head and grinning. He helped Ashton stand and put on his clothes. “For the record, if those boys aren’t mine, their dad owes me a thank‑you card for the free tune‑ups.”

Ashton laughed. “Noted,” he said as Andre patted the pregnant belly one more time.

He waddled out into the sun, feeling looser in a strange way, but heavier as he felt the fresh cum loads from Aiden and Andre sloshing inside him.

His next stop—a local bakery—was only a block away, but the distance felt longer than ever. The storefront bell jingled before he could reach it because Marco, another possible father, had already seen him through the window. The 25‑year‑old came through the door like a golden retriever on espresso. His tall frame was covered by a flour‑spotted tank top that left his thick muscles and tattoos on display.

“Baby factory!” Marco yelled, spreading his arms wide to greet Ashton. “I was waiting for you.” As soon as he reached the pregnant man, he leaned in to kiss the heavy belly. “I swear you’re bigger every hour.”

“Hour? Try minute,” Ashton said, smiling at Marco’s enthusiasm as they moved into the bakery. “I think these boys just invented a new trimester.”

Marco laughed. “Good thing I made breakfast, lunch, and a second lunch just for you all.” He gestured proudly at the counter, where ten large cinnamon rolls were steaming.

Ashton blinked. “You did not assign pastries per child.”

“Of course I did. Growing champions need fuel.” Marco picked up a roll and carefully fed it straight to Ashton, who groaned when the frosting hit his tongue. One of the babies kicked so hard that Marco noticed. “See? Instant approval.”

“That was not approval; it was rebellion,” Ashton said, but still opened wide when Marco offered another bite. “Why are you so damn good at this?”

By the time three rolls were gone, the waistband of his shorts felt tighter around his waist, and the overstuffed belly pushed his tits even higher. Ashton tried to explain that he was already full and that his belly couldn’t take any more food, but the babies kicked so restlessly that Marco insisted that they disagreed with Ashton’s words.

Marco smirked. “Baby number six wants his share of child support,” he said, lifting another cinnamon roll up. “You won’t say no to him, right?”

“I’m the one who has to process all the child support,” Ashton said, but another kick hit him, leaving him breathless. He sighed and reached for another roll. “Fine, number six wins.”

Every time Ashton declared himself finished, a kick or stretch answered from within, and Marco interpreted each movement as a vote for more carbs.

Ashton leaned on the counter as more rolls disappeared. “There is officially no vacancy. I’m 70% baby weight and 30% cinnamon roll. I’m no longer a normal man.”

Marco smirked, clearly pleased and proud. “You look perfect.” He reached up and took a streak of icing off Ashton’s lower lip with his thumb. “I’m ready for a quick round of filling,” he added, and Ashton nodded eagerly.

The bakery was empty, and the staff bathroom in the back was big enough to turn a van around—perfect for a man the size of a van. Marco locked the door and helped Ashton turn so he could lean forward into the sink. The porcelain let out a faint creak as the pregnant man rested part of his weight on it, but they didn’t care about logistical complications, as horniness had taken over their thoughts.

Marco hugged Ashton from behind, softly caressing his belly while lovingly kissing his neck. Then, he pulled both their pants down with a quick motion that made Ashton gasp. Marco’s cock slapped upward, reaching foot-long in a blink, with veins pulsing along the length and making the whole thing look more imposing. Ashton widened his stance, spreading his ass cheeks as Marco guided the slick head of his cock between them.

As soon as Ashton’s hole swallowed Marco’s cock, the young man started moving. His thrusts were so hard that the motion jolted Ashton forward against the wall, making the mirror rattle softly. Marco’s hands gripped Ashton’s hips, kneading the flesh firmly and adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure they were experiencing. The massive cock reached so deep that Ashton’s body could barely keep up with the pressure, making his knees weaken and his mind go blank.

“Look at you,” Marco whispered between grunts. “You’re the biggest and hottest dad, and the whole town is staring ’cause you’re perfect,” he added, pounding harder and faster. “I want you like this forever.”

Ashton moaned, rolling his eyes into his head. “You keep feeding me like this, I will be.”

“Good. Stay knocked up, always heavy with my kids.” He punctuated the claim with a powerful thrust, smacking forward wet and loud and making Ashton cry out in pure bliss.

Ashton’s voice cracked, incapable of forming long words. “Yes, yes, fuck yes.” It was all he managed to say as his body tensed up, and his cock shot several ropes of cum all over his lower belly, dripping onto the tiled floor while his ass clenched hard around Marco’s cock.

The grip made Marco growl as he thrust deeper, releasing a burning rush of cum that seemed to flow forever. Ashton felt every thick wave coating his insides, sloshing with everything else that was already packed into his belly. He could literally feel his belly pushing outward as Marco kept cumming in buckets.

They sagged against the sink, breathless and sweaty, with Marco’s cock still throbbing deep into Ashton. When the young man finally pulled out with a soft pop, he playfully slapped Ashton’s ass, only to see the fat cheeks jiggling. Then, he grabbed paper towels, quickly cleaned both of them, and leaned in to kiss Ashton’s cheeks.

Back out front, Marco’s love language returned to carbohydrates. He packed three bakery bags first, then added another two.

Ashton stared, bewildered, as loaves, sandwiches, and extra desserts got into the bags. “Marco, that’s enough food for a whole town.”

“You have 10 babies to feed,” Marco said firmly, adding some more desserts. “You need provisions. He slid the handles over Ashton’s forearm, where they dangled against the side of the belly. “Besides, if they’re mine, big boys need big lunches.”

Ashton rolled his eyes but smiled at that. “Pretty sure you just want the maternity ward smelling like cinnamon.”

“Marketing,” Marco said with a wink. “Customers for life.”

Ashton laughed all the way to the door, then groaned when he realized how far down he had to bend to reach the handle around the front of his belly. “You are personally responsible for how big these babies have gotten,” he said, waddling into the afternoon sun.

Marco’s grin grew even more. “Exactly. My genetics.”

“That is not what I meant,” Ashton called back.

“Still,” Marco added, already considering the argument won.

Ashton adjusted the support band as Marco walked back inside and set off toward his next stop, convinced he couldn’t possibly fit another crumb—or another cum load—but secretly knowing the day was nowhere near finished.

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