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Keaton could still remember when he first realized something about the pregnancy had changed. The doctor had warned him that carrying so many babies would mean rapid growth, exhaustion, and pressure in places he had never imagined feeling it before. But what his body was experiencing didn’t match any of those explanations. His belly grew, but some areas felt heavier faster than others. Different sections tightened independently as if the babies were already fighting for space inside him, which shouldn’t have been possible yet.

At first, Keaton blamed Lukas and Matthias’s cocks, even though he knew it wasn’t fair because he was the one who kept letting them into his apartment and his bed. He was already carrying Lukas’s children, already bigger and more sensitive than he had ever been. But the pregnancy hadn’t reduced his need at all. If anything, having both young men constantly touching him, admiring his changing body, and treating the pregnancy like a reason to desire him even more had made resisting them even harder.

By the time Keaton returned to the clinic, he had convinced himself that one of their endless fuck sessions had caused some damage. The doctor initially thought the strange pressure was another consequence of carrying multiples, until he ran an ultrasound and his expression changed immediately.

Keaton noticed the doctor’s eyes widening. “What?”

The doctor moved the probe slowly across the belly, staring at the monitor in shock. “I need to measure something.”

Keaton tensed as more examinations started, watching shapes he barely understood move across the screen. The pregnant man could recognize the larger babies, but he saw smaller shapes around them.

Eventually, the doctor sat back. “Those aren’t part of the original pregnancy.”

Keaton stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“They’re younger,” the doctor explained. “According to the measurements, several babies are developing weeks behind the others. They’re not unusually small or delayed. They’re younger, which means they were conceived later.”

The doctor called it superfetation. He explained that the term referred to conception occurring during an existing pregnancy, something so extraordinarily rare in humans that Keaton’s case barely fit within what medicine understood about it. Pregnancy should have stopped ovulation completely, but somehow his body hadn’t gotten that message.

Keaton didn’t know how to react. “So I got pregnant again while I was already pregnant.”

“Yes,” the doctor replied, sounding as unsettled as Keaton felt.

Keaton’s hands moved protectively across his belly as he tried to imagine the different groups of babies developing inside him. Then another question came to mind, one that drained the color from his face. “Can it happen again?”

The doctor hesitated before answering. “I don’t know.”

That answer followed Keaton all the way home. He spent hours telling himself he needed to change everything—no more reckless nights, no more letting Lukas appear at his door after midnight, and no more giving Matthias whatever he wanted only because the younger man knew exactly how to dismantle his self-control.

The decision lasted only a few hours. When Matthias arrived, Keaton told him everything, expecting concern, hesitation, or at least some amount of panic.

Instead, Matthias’s eyes lit up. “So some of them are mine?”

“Apparently,” Keaton replied.

Matthias moved closer and pressed both hands against Keaton’s rounded middle. “And you can get pregnant again if I fuck you?”

Keaton groaned at the question but melted into the touch. “I said they don’t know.”

He knew how irresponsible it was, but Matthias kept touching him, fascinated by the second pregnancy and even more fascinated by the possibility that Keaton’s body had remained fertile through it all. By the time Matthias kissed him, the restraint Keaton had spent hours building had already fallen apart.

A few minutes later, Keaton was leaning forward against the wall while Matthias pounded hard into him from behind. The thrusts were rougher than Keaton should’ve allowed in his condition, but they were just as intense and overwhelming as he had secretly wanted. Matthias kept talking about staying, about the babies, and about how cool it was that Keaton was carrying children from two different men while still letting both of them come back for more.

When Matthias shot his load inside him, he wrapped his arms around Keaton and spread his hands over the pregnant belly. Keaton didn’t move either, enjoying the afterglow of such an intense fuck, until he remembered the doctor’s words: “I don’t know.” He looked down at his belly, stared at it for several seconds, and sighed, aware that there was a chance they had just made everything worse by adding more babies to the party.

Things got even more complicated a few days later when Matthias decided his temporary arrangement didn’t make sense anymore. He wanted an apartment of his own. Keaton refused, pointing out that Lukas already occupied one unit without contributing a cent and that the building couldn’t turn into free housing for every attractive foreign student who discovered how easily its superintendent could be distracted.

Matthias took the rejection surprisingly well, but the argument continued in Keaton’s office, where the young man leaned against the desk and calmly pointed out that he was spending nearly every night taking care of Keaton’s needs anyway—just as much as Lukas did. He was also the father of several of Keaton’s children, which, according to Matthias, should come with certain benefits.

Keaton lasted about 5 minutes before surrendering. Matthias fucked him rough and fast against the desk, and even though Keaton knew they could be creating more trouble, he couldn’t stop anyway. The possibility that Matthias might be adding another pregnancy should have terrified him, but by then pleasure had already won again.

Later, Keaton sat behind his desk staring at the ledger while Matthias stood beside him looking pleased. The superintendent found the available unit, found the monthly amount, and held his pen over the number for several seconds before dragging a clean line through the rent and writing zero beside Matthias’s name. It was the second time he had crossed out a piece of his financial stability because he couldn’t keep his personal life separate from the building.

Afterward, Keaton gathered both men and informed them that the situation had gone too far. Matthias had his apartment, and Lukas had his. There would be no more exceptions, no more arrangements, and no more friends appearing with luggage and charming smiles. Lukas listened with a smirk while Matthias looked openly unconvinced. Keaton hated both reactions because somewhere beneath the pregnant belly, aching back, unpaid rent, and two overlapping pregnancies, he already knew the guys weren’t done.

Now, as Keaton waddled past the next section of doors, more memories flooded his mind and made his cock stir beneath his massive belly. Every apartment marked another point where he had drawn a line, defended it for a while, and eventually crossed it himself. The worst part was that he could remember how each man had done it, because each one had turned his life upside down differently, and Keaton had loved it all too much.

He stopped outside one door and remembered the day Emil had arrived—barely a week after Matthias moved into his own apartment. The new guy was a physiotherapy student, tall and lean at 6’3”, with pale blond hair and brown eyes. Emil had never flirted as openly as Lukas or Matthias, which somehow made his attention harder for Keaton to ignore.

The young man noticed how Keaton fought for balance as the pregnant belly grew heavier, the awkward angle of his widening hips, and the tension in his lower back after short walks through the building.

One afternoon, Keaton was standing breathless in the hallway, struggling because of the weight of his belly, when Emil stood behind him and wrapped both arms around his pregnant middle. Keaton moaned at the contact before he could stop himself.

“You’re carrying too much weight too far forward,” Emil said calmly as he reached beneath the pregnant belly and lifted it slightly, taking some of the strain from Keaton’s sore back. “And you keep pretending you’re fine even though you can barely stand.”

Keaton melted backward into the embrace, arching his back and moaning softly as Emil pressed more firmly against him. Emil’s hands moved along the heavy belly and rounded sides, adjusting his posture before slowly reaching lower and digging his fingers into Keaton’s meaty hips. He knew where to press and where to knead, and the relief was so good that Keaton surrendered to it embarrassingly fast.

Within minutes, the superintendent had stopped arguing and was panting heavily, letting another man support the enormous belly he could barely hold up by himself.

Before Keaton had much time to think about what was happening, they were entering his apartment and undressing on the way. By the time he was on his back in bed with Emil pounding into him, he already knew where the night was heading, and even then he didn’t want it to stop. Emil handled the pregnant body differently from the others, adjusting Keaton’s position when his belly didn’t let him breathe properly and rubbing the taut skin when the pressure got too intense across the massive gut.

None of the careful motions made the sex any less intense. Keaton loved the combination of tender handling and overwhelming pleasure, especially when it ended with the familiar sensation of a massive cum load flowing his guts—and very likely adding more occupants to his already crowded belly, just as more men kept occupying his building.

While they caught their breath afterward, Emil kept his cock deep into Keaton and pointed out that even though he didn’t mind sleeping on Matthias’s couch, there was an available unit down the hall. He said it would be more practical and would give Keaton a private place to visit whenever they wanted to repeat what they had just done.

Keaton refused while still struggling to catch his breath, but Emil knew how fragile that refusal was. He twisted his hips slightly, pushing forward so his cock got as deep as possible, and it was all it took to make Keaton forget the argument. Emil got a key the following day.

A couple of weeks later, Keaton returned to the clinic, where the doctor confirmed more sets of babies developing inside him—confirming that superfetation wasn’t a one-time accident. His body seemed incapable of stopping producing more babies.

At that point, the pregnancies were still visibly distinct, so the doctor could date the newest group separately from the others. When they saw the youngest group, the estimated conception window lined up far too neatly with Emil’s arrival. Keaton realized that they weren’t talking about having one set of babies from each man, but the fact that the students fucked him almost daily had resulted in several pregnancies from each man.

He stared at the ultrasound in silence before returning home and finding Emil arriving at the apartment that wasn’t producing rent anymore.

After that, things escalated to ridiculous proportions much faster than Keaton ever expected. Within days, he discovered another young man named Jonas staying with Lukas, and somewhere deep down, Keaton already knew it wasn’t a brief visit, and the arrangement wouldn’t remain temporary for long.

Jonas was 6’2” tall, compact and athletic, with dark curls and a warm smile that often turned into a playful grin. Unlike Emil, he made no effort to hide his intentions. He treated Keaton’s increasingly disastrous inability to refuse attractive men as an established fact, aware that if he pushed hard enough, the superintendent would surrender.

Keaton walked into his office one afternoon and found Jonas sitting behind his desk using the printer. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Solving your housing problem,” Jonas replied.

“I don’t have a housing problem,” Keaton said, trying to sound angry.

Jonas handed him two pages headed “RESIDENCY AGREEMENT.”

Keaton’s face turned red before he even reached the second paragraph. Jonas had written clauses referring to “alternative contributions,” “ongoing personal services,” and “mutually satisfactory compensation,” all phrased with bureaucratic language to make the obscenity resemble a legitimate contract if someone didn’t read too closely.

Keaton spent the next couple of minutes explaining why nothing about the document was valid. Jonas listened patiently, then moved around the desk, stood closer, and asked whether Keaton was rejecting the agreement because the terms were unfair or because he knew perfectly well that he would accept them eventually.

Keaton couldn’t come up with an answer, and Jonas leaned forward to kiss him. The ridiculous contract was spread across the desk while Keaton’s clothes disappeared. Jonas wasn’t as rough as Matthias, but that didn’t make him any easier for Keaton to resist. The superintendent forgot about arguments, financial problems, and the possibility of adding even more babies to his already overfilled body. For a few minutes, the only thing that mattered was how wonderful Jonas made him feel and how eagerly Keaton kept asking for more.

By the time Keaton remembered the paperwork, he was flushed, exhausted, and feeling even fuller than before. Jonas looked toward the pages and asked if he should add another clause, even though he knew the negotiation was already over. Jonas got his apartment, and Keaton lost another source of rent.

During Keaton’s next appointment, however, something important changed. The doctor needed longer to understand what he was seeing. More pregnancies were present, but the clean separation between the groups was disappearing. Keaton watched the man study the ultrasound images, count, stop, adjust the machine, and begin again.

The doctor could still identify newer developments, but he couldn’t give Keaton the same clean certainty about when every baby had been conceived. The estimated window overlapped several nights, and Keaton realized the problem: during that period, he hadn’t only been sleeping with Jonas. Lukas, Matthias, and Emil had all continued visiting him regularly.

For the first time, there were babies inside Keaton whose father he couldn’t identify. As terrifying as that realization was, he knew the mess was far from over.

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