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Even though Ashton had just consumed ridiculous amounts of food with Marco, he still waddled toward a nearby restaurant for his next visit—Nick, trailing pharmacy bags and a mountain of bakery boxes. His belly rode higher after the food and the cum loads he had taken, tight as a drum while the 10 restless boys kicked nonstop thanks to the sugar in his system—more than any human should hold.

By the time he entered the restaurant where Nick worked as a waiter, Ashton was breathless and sweaty again. Each step felt heavier than the last, not only from exhaustion but also from the fact that each visit left him fuller with cum.

He quickly found an available spot but froze when the chair groaned. “Oh, damn it,” Ashton whispered, carefully adjusting in the seat.

“Relax, sir, it’s reinforced,” Nick said as he approached the table. He was 22, tall with a swimmer-lean frame, and cocky as hell. “Good to see you,” he added, winking at Ashton.

“Reinforced is never enough when you carry 10 additional people around,” Ashton whispered, settling his belly with both hands as the babies rolled in protest. “We just had some desserts before lunch, and they’re reacting to the sugar.”

Nick’s eyes lit up like he’d spotted a challenge. “You’ve already carb-loaded. Now you need protein, veggies, and hydration. Basically the whole menu.”

Within minutes, plates started coming, and Ashton suspected Nick had informed the kitchen that a professional sports team was coming to lunch instead of one overdue man carrying 10 babies. He started with grilled chicken and a giant bowl of pasta, because Nick insisted Ashton needed protein and “real carbs.” Then came a triple-stack burger that Nick described as being “for iron,” even though Ashton pointed out that he was pretty sure nutrition didn’t work by stacking more meat vertically.

Nick grinned and folded his arms across his broad swimmer’s chest. “Hey, I’m an athlete. I know how nutrition works,” he smirked, looking at the huge belly. “And as a possible dad to those babies, I know for a fact that they need more food.” He treated the pregnancy like the most extreme training program anybody had ever attempted, which made Ashton chuckle.

“You better remember that I’m not preparing for a competition,” Ashton said as Nick approached the table again.

The young man looked at the gigantic belly taking up the space between Ashton and the table and smirked. “Having 10 babies seems pretty competitive,” he said, placing two thick milkshakes on the table. “So, these are for calcium,” he added firmly as Ashton stared at him in disbelief. Then, he leaned closer. “You want strong bones, don’t you? Especially if my boys are coming out built like swimmers,” he whispered.

Ashton laughed so hard that the movement made several babies roll. “Ugh, here we go,” he said, breathing heavily. “They won’t stop moving.”

Nick pointed at the taut abdomen like a coach watching an athlete volunteering for another drill. “See that? They heard me. That one’s already working on his kick.”

Ashton rubbed the spot with one hand and groaned. “That is not a swim kick. That is somebody trying to relocate one of my organs.”

Nick refused to listen as another baby pressed outward. “Upper-body work. Definitely mine,” he added, smiling.

Ashton groaned again. “You know there are 10 of them, right? You can’t claim every movement as athletic talent.”

“I absolutely can until a DNA test tells me otherwise,” Nick said firmly, standing tall and smirking. “You’ve got 10 natural athletes there. All mine.”

Every objection Ashton raised somehow turned into an excuse for Nick to offer him more food. Ashton said the pasta had been enough, and Nick said athletes needed carbs. Ashton said the burger had made his belly feel even tighter, and Nick told him that growing 10 future athletes probably burned more calories than a double practice. Ashton pointed out that none of the babies had shown even the slightest interest in sports because they hadn’t been born yet. Nick insisted that it was a reason to start now.

By that point, Ashton was laughing and softly rubbing his belly while devouring a mountain of fries Nick had brought. The funniest part was that he couldn’t stop eating no matter how full he was. His belly felt crammed with the 10 full-term babies, and after Marco’s pastries he had thought there was no room left inside him, but pregnancy hunger kept betraying him. He would lean back, let out a long groan, and announce that he was finished, and then a few seconds later he would reach for another fry or take another drink from the milkshake.

“There you go,” Nick said after Ashton grabbed half of the second burger without thinking. “Natural athlete appetite.”

Ashton looked down at the food in his hand. “I’m 39 years old, several days overdue, and I need both hands to get out of bed. Which part of this looks athletic to you?”

Nick snorted as his eyes scanned Ashton’s belly. “Bulking phase.”

Ashton laughed. “That is the nicest possible thing for what’s happening to me.”

Nick only became more unbearable as the babies continued moving throughout lunch. “Strong leg,” he said once. “That one’s definitely getting into swimming,” he added as another baby pressed hard against the front of the belly, soon followed by another kick right beside. “Okay, that’s a relay team.”

Ashton stared at the endless motion. “They are not forming a relay team inside me.”

Nick grinned. “Too late. They’re already at it. Like father, like sons.”

Ashton looked at Nick’s broad swimmer’s build and snug shirt. “Your ego barely fits in this restaurant. I’m not giving you 10 more copies.”

Nick leaned against the table with a pleased smile. “You might’ve done that months ago.”

By the end of the meal, the table looked ridiculous. Empty plates were scattered around Ashton, and even he seemed mildly horrified by what he had managed to finish. He sat there with his belly pushed even farther forward, rubbing its tight upper part while he tried to breathe around the pressure beneath his ribs. He looked at the empty pasta bowl, the burger plate, the chicken, the fries, and both milkshake glasses before licking a little salt from his thumb.

“I don’t know how that happened,” he said.

“I told you, they’re training in advance,” Nick said, grinning. “If those boys come out with swimmer lungs, swimmer shoulders, and appetites like mine, I expect a written apology for doubting my program.”

Ashton rubbed the side of his belly when another baby kicked. “If they come out eating like you, I’m sending you the grocery bill.”

Nick’s grin only widened. “Deal. That’s something their dad should pay for anyway.”

Ashton let out a laugh that turned into a belch when a kick hit under his ribs. “Ugh, I need to move before I burst.” Standing took even more effort than before, making him groan long and low. “If I keep coming, I’ll get too big to leave my bed.”

Nick reached forward and helped the pregnant man to his feet. “Well, I clocked out for a break. Thought maybe you’d want dessert in the staff bathroom.”

“I was counting on it,” Ashton said before thinking clearly. His cock twitched in his pants, reacting to the immense fullness in his abdomen and the thought of getting Nick’s cock.

They entered the single-stall bathroom a couple of minutes later, and Nick’s big hands started moving right away. The young man removed pants, briefs, and any hesitation within seconds. Ashton gasped as cool air hit his overheated body, and his belly rested against the counter edge, making the boys tumble inside.

Nick grinned and pulled his jeans down, immediately tapping the thick head of his cock against Ashton’s hole. The pregnant man spread his stance and leaned forward with shaky arms as his tits and belly hung heavily at the front. Nick’s hands moved everywhere before the main show—cupping the giant belly to feel how lunch had stretched it even tighter and gripping Ashton’s hips so firmly that it left finger dents.

“Ugh,” Ashton moaned softly. “Please, Nick!”

“That’s it, breathe through the stretch, open those hips for me,” Nick teased him.

Ashton tried to laugh, but the sound changed into a moan when Nick pushed his cock all the way in, making Ashton’s toes curl in bliss. The babies kicked at the intrusion, and Nick groaned like a man counting reps, driving deeper as if each inch did deliver protein straight to “his” little swimmers. Once he was fully in, he didn’t waste a second.

The tempo turned brutal fast. Their skins slapped with each thrust, and the counter creaked while Nick kept pounding at full force and speed, briefly losing track of time.

“You know, people say sex is the best way to burn calories and build some muscle endurance,” Nick said, pushing his cock as deep as possible.

“I can’t take for long,” Ashton mumbled between moans. “You’re so big. My legs are shaky. The babies are kicking,” he added, barely able to speak as the back and forth intensified.

Nick smirked. “Don’t worry, I don’t have much time,” he said, pushing his hips forward with so much force that Ashton cried out and arched his back. “I’ve been saving this load.”

His cum load exploded into Ashton like a volcano that coated his guts and made his whole abdomen feel warmer. Nick’s hips jerked, and his toes curled as the massive orgasm kept going for a few seconds, filling Ashton to the brim. The pregnant man could barely stay on his feet as his belly tightened even more and his ass clenched desperately, as if trying to milk Nick’s cock to leave his balls dry.

Nick stayed buried to the root for a while, grinning and reaching forward to caress the immense belly. “Told you,” he panted, patting the globe with pride. “Protein shake went straight to the team. That’ll get the big and strong just like me.”

Ashton couldn’t respond, not even after Nick pulled his cock out. He was incredibly full, too heavy, and unable to put his clothes on, so the young man had to do it.

Back at the table, Nick boxed up leftovers—far too many—and stuffed them into Ashton’s overburdened arms. “For later,” he insisted.

“Later in what lifetime?” Ashton grumbled, but he took them, waddling out heavier than ever, with his belly rock-hard and Nick’s load sloshing on top of everything else.

Ashton ordered a van-size rideshare and struggled for about a minute to get inside. Even with the front seat pushed forward, he had to spread his knees and tilt his hips until the babies stopped protesting with kicks. By the time the driver dropped him at Ben’s elementary school, he was sweaty and exhausted—and unbelievably heavy.

As soon as he walked out of the car, he saw Jordan—another possible baby dad—waiting inside the foyer, looking like the dream teacher any parent would love to meet privately—tight charcoal slacks, a snug soft blue shirt rolled at the sleeves, dark curls, a charming smile, and kind eyes that tracked every tiny wince Ashton tried to hide.

“How are you doing?” Jordan asked, keeping his voice low so the stream of students and parents wouldn’t overhear.

“Fine,” Ashton said, but Jordan only tipped his head and let the silence stretch—the teacher’s patience worked better than any lie detector. The pregnant man’s shoulders dropped. “I’ve been better,” he admitted, looking down at his gigantic belly.

“I disagree,” Jordan whispered. “You’ve never looked better.”

He guided Ashton down the hall to the small parent-meeting room, shut the door, and waited while the pregnant man lowered himself onto the padded chair beside the desk.

“The due date came and went,” Ashton said, rubbing the side of his belly where an elbow or a knee pressed. “The boys are stoked, but I’m scared out of my mind. Every kick feels like a countdown.” He laughed softly. “Or a warning.”

Jordan pulled another chair close, sat facing him, and listened without interrupting. When Ashton paused to catch his breath, Jordan smiled.

“Ben spent recess telling about his baby brothers to the first-graders,” Jordan said, slowly reaching forward to caress the pregnant belly.

Ashton let out a groan that turned into a snort. “That kid.” He covered his eyes for a second before peeking through his fingers. “Please tell me he didn’t charge admission.”

“Not this time,” Jordan said, laughing with him. They stared at the belly, watching the babies move restlessly. “They’ve gotten strong,” he said.

Ashton laid his hand over Jordan’s. “Very.”

Jordan bent, kissed the taut skin where two feet pressed, and whispered something Ashton couldn’t hear but felt through his ribs. When he straightened, something had changed in his face, now showing pure lust.

“I need you,” Ashton whispered. “Now.”

Jordan reached back to the door, turned the lock with a click, then guided Ashton forward until the front of his belly settled on the polished edge of the teacher’s desk. Carefully, he pulled Ashton’s pants and briefs down past his thighs to reveal the massive ass cheeks.

Jordan’s cock was hard in a blink, and when he removed his pants, his cock brushed against Ashton’s hips, making him wince. The teacher took a moment to explore the pregnant man’s body—moving his hands over the swollen tits, across the taut abdomen, and down to the fat ass. His thumbs pressed in slow strokes until Ashton arched his back, silently begging.

He refused to hurry, but he still allowed the blunt head of his cock to slip inside just a little, causing Ashton to gasp, before pushing forward in one long thrust that filled him to the base. The stretch burned, and the babies answered with more motion.

Jordan hushed them like a father soothing restless kids. “Hey, kiddos, calm down,” he said, rubbing the side of Ashton’s belly in large strokes.

Without warning, he started moving back and forth, making Ashton moan. Within seconds, Jordan’s thrusts grew longer and harder, and his hips pushed forward quicker every time Ashton rocked back to meet him. Their flesh slapped against each other, and desk legs squeaked. Ashton’s breathing turned into a needy chant that begged for more, and Jordan’s voice dropped near his ear to tease him.

“Yeah, just like that, breathe, take my cock,” Jordan whispered. “Damn, you’re perfect.”

Their synchronized motions made their minds slip away as the pounding continued and Ashton felt his belly getting fuller with pre-cum. When Jordan finally climaxed, he pushed forward deep, groaning, and shooting cum like a geyser that made Ashton’s knees tremble.

Jordan smirked, keeping his cock buried in the pregnant man for a moment. “That was so good,” he whispered. “I know I’ve told you this before, but you’ve got the best hole I’ve ever fucked.” He laughed, playfully gripping Ashton’s hips. “You make me cum so hard I feel lighter.”

“Good for you.” Ashton arched his back slightly. “I feel about to burst.”

After catching their breath, they dressed slowly and came out into the corridor to find Ben. The 6-year-old boy spotted them halfway down the hall, ran to hug Ashton, and launched straight into questions without even catching his breath.

“Dad, did they do flips? Did one of them try to crawl out your belly button?” Ben asked.

Ashton chuckled, ruffling Ben’s hair. “They demolished half the menu during lunch, tried to kick a rib loose, and then decided they’d wait until tomorrow to make their big entrance.”

Ben nodded. “Maybe they’ll want to come out later.”

Jordan laughed softly as Ben giggled, and for a heartbeat Ashton felt the knot of worry behind his breastbone loosen. His day was still far from over, and considering how it had been so far, he couldn’t wait to keep doing his rounds, hoping that one of his baby daddies would finally make him pop.

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