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Keaton remembered leaving the clinic with less useful information than he had gone in with, which was a pattern by this point. The doctor had told him the babies were developing normally—despite the ridiculous circumstances. The oldest ones looked healthy, and there were newer ones mixed among them, but anything beyond that had turned into educated guesses. His womb was filled with babies at various stages of development, all packed together, while his body continued to make room for more, despite Keaton’s belief that there couldn’t possibly be any space left inside him.

What had bothered Keaton more had been how quickly the changes were happening. He had noticed his belly growing from week to week at first, then every few days, but as more pregnancies overlapped inside him, things had reached wild levels. Some mornings, he woke up certain that the lowest part reached farther between his thighs than it had the night before. His balance changed constantly as the weight moved forward and down, forcing his hips wider and making his already enormous ass sway behind him every time he walked.

His tits had started getting painfully overfilled with milk, and his nipples leaked through shirts faster than he could change them. He had gotten so used to hands, feet, knees, and entire little bodies rolling beneath his skin that silence inside him felt stranger than movement. He should have taken it as a warning that it was time to stop or at least slow down. Instead, a few days later, Felix had arrived, and the mess had only worsened.

Felix was 29 and nearly 6’6”, with broad shoulders, thick arms, and so much muscle packed across his frame that even Lukas and Matthias looked lean beside him. There was nothing boyish about him, which briefly made Keaton hopeful. Felix listened while Keaton explained that the building wasn’t a charity, that four apartments were already producing no rent whatsoever, and that whatever ridiculous arrangements the others had made were not going to become standard policy.

“No more free units,” Keaton finished, pressing a hand to the small of his back for balance. “No alternative arrangements, no clever contracts, no promises about helping me with anything, and absolutely no exceptions.”

Felix nodded. “Understood.”

Keaton narrowed his eyes, suspicious of how easy that had been. “Good.”

“I’m staying, though,” Felix replied.

Keaton stared at him, shaking his head. “Then apparently you didn’t understand.”

Felix didn’t argue, which turned out to be considerably worse. He stood there while Keaton explained leases, deposits, utility costs, maintenance expenses, and the basic economic principle that people living in apartments were expected to pay for them. Felix occasionally nodded, but otherwise he let Keaton talk himself breathless until the superintendent had to stop.

“You finished?” Felix asked.

“I am finished explaining something that should never have needed explaining,” Keaton said, struggling to catch his breath as the babies kept moving inside him.

“All right.” Felix looked at Keaton with such irritating certainty that the superintendent understood why Lukas had invited him in the first place. The others pushed, teased, bargained, or found weak spots to exploit. Felix behaved as though he had no reason to rush because sooner or later Keaton would do all the work himself.

Unfortunately, Felix was right. Before Keaton had time to reject the gentle rubs or the soft kisses on his neck, his clothes were coming off, and Felix’s cock was hard and ready to make the “first deposit.” Within a couple of minutes, Keaton was on his side in bed, with Felix right behind him. The young man pounded hard into the superintendent, making him moan and cry out as the fuck extended for longer than Keaton’s body seemed able to handle. Still, the only words that kept coming out of Keaton’s lips were pleas for more.

At some point, Keaton had lost track of how often he had announced that they were finished, but the young man had only restarted the pounding every time. Felix’s stamina would have been exhausting under normal circumstances, but nothing about Keaton’s body was normal anymore. They changed positions right after Felix shot a massive load deep into Keaton’s body, which required a lot of effort and planning. It was the only way for the heavily pregnant man to keep going in his condition, though.

Felix adapted with the same maddening patience he had shown downstairs. By the fourth round, Keaton could barely breathe, his hair was damp with sweat, and his entire body felt wrung out. By the fifth, he was complaining that Felix was going to kill him while making absolutely no effort to make him leave. By the sixth, he required both of Felix’s hands under the belly to turn without the weight pulling his back into a painful angle.

At some point, Keaton realized they had reached seven rounds, which would have sounded like an impressive achievement if he hadn’t been too exhausted to lift his ass off the mattress afterward. He lay there breathing heavily while his belly felt even tighter than before, visibly shaking as several babies reacted to his racing heartbeat and all the movement. The temporary fullness left by seven massive cum loads in one night only added another layer of pressure to a body already packed with pregnancies, milk, swollen tissue, and more weight than Keaton could comfortably support.

“This was an unbelievably bad idea,” Keaton whispered, rubbing his taut belly and groaning softly while trying to adjust to the pressure.

Felix sat beside him, smirking and softly stroking his still hard cock while looking considerably less destroyed. “Probably. But you won’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

Keaton hated that answer even more because he didn’t have energy left to argue.

By the next morning, the stupidity was harder to ignore. His ass and hips ached, his back felt stiff, and getting out of bed felt like a small engineering project. Keaton tried to push himself upright but failed because his belly pulled him forward, then finally allowed Felix to help him. Even after he stood, Keaton had to take a moment for his balance to catch up.

Felix looked toward the dresser. “The empty unit on five still has a spare key, doesn’t it?”

“You cannot be asking me this now.” Keaton closed his eyes. “You’re not getting it.”

Felix waited in silence, and Keaton lasted 30 seconds before waddling toward the drawer where he kept the spare keys. “This is the last one,” he said, slowly coming back to Felix and handing him the keys.

Felix looked down at the key, then back at Keaton. “Of course.”

For the next few days, Keaton tried very hard to pretend nothing had changed, but his body was expanding too fast at this point. The office chair pressed painfully into his widened hips, so he had to move forward near the edge with his legs spread around the lower belly. His rent pouch refused to stay where he put it. The elevator had gotten easier than the stairs months ago, but even fitting inside required careful movements to fit through the door.

Felix had been the final exception—Keaton repeated that thought every time he passed the newest rent-free door, and he almost believed it until Niklas arrived a few days later. The new guy was 24, around 6’4” tall, leaner than Felix but clearly athletic, with reddish-blond hair and a bright smile. Keaton immediately distrusted him. Worse, Niklas already knew everything.

“So you’re Keaton,” Niklas said, staring at him with open fascination.

Keaton rolled his eyes and groaned. “What exactly have they told you?”

“Enough, I guess.” Niklas shrugged and focused on Keaton’s abdomen. “You’ve got quite a big batch of babies in there.”

Keaton couldn’t help but rub his belly, smiling faintly as if the young man’s words were some kind of compliment. “You have no idea.”

Niklas looked delighted. “Can you tell which ones are older?”

“No,” Keaton replied, looking down at his gigantic middle. “Not even my doctor can.”

“Cool,” Niklas said, slowly moving closer. “Can I feel?”

Keaton should have said no. Instead, after an irritated pause, he caught Niklas’s wrist and guided his hand toward a spot where one of the babies had been pushing repeatedly. The young man spread his hand across the taut skin as something underneath pushed outward, forming a large bump.

Niklas laughed in surprise. “Damn it.”

“Yes, well, imagine having that happening in 10 places at once,” Keaton said casually, trying not to react too intensely to how pleased Niklas’s admiration made him.

“How many are in there?” Niklas asked softly.

“If I knew, I would tell you,” Keaton replied, smiling a bit too much.

Niklas looked at the huge belly again. “That’s incredible.”

Keaton rolled his eyes, but the blush spreading across his face gave him away. He had spent months complaining about what the pregnancies had done to him, but apparently all it took was one attractive young man looking amazed by the result for Keaton to forget half of those complaints. And the worst part was that Niklas learned that weakness quickly.

Within a couple of days, the young man had joined the list of frequent visitors to Keaton’s place. The routine was getting messier by the day. Keaton would wake up sore, heavy, and overfilled after spending the night with any of the young men, and Niklas would show up asking whether the babies were moving differently that day. Keaton would demonstrate; Niklas would put his hands on the belly, and whatever sensible plan Keaton had made would collapse.

As the pregnancies progressed and the six young men kept adding more babies almost daily, Keaton’s horniness led him to spend hours in bed while the German guys took turns with him. He knew things were getting even more out of control, but even though he tried to stop himself, he always ended up surrendering.

By the time his next clinic appointment arrived, Keaton was almost relieved to have somewhere the young men weren’t allowed to follow him. The nurse’s expression changed before the ultrasound even started because the growth spurt was shocking. She had Keaton step onto the reinforced scale, checked the number, checked it again, then looked back at his chart. Then, Keaton stood with his shirt pulled open while she stretched the measuring tape across the widest part of his belly, struggling to keep the tape flat over the taut curve.

“You’ve grown considerably since the last visit,” the nurse said, visibly shocked.

“I know,” Keaton whispered.

“I mean, considerably even for you,” she added, and Keaton could only sigh and nod.

The doctor came in a few minutes later and repeated several measurements before helping Keaton onto the examination table. Even lying back required wedges beneath his shoulders because the enormous weight of his abdomen pressed too heavily upward. His massive tits spread across his chest, leaking so much milk that Keaton irritably stuffed a folded cloth over each nipple before the doctor began.

The ultrasound took much longer than previous appointments because identifying individual babies was almost impossible. One head disappeared behind another body. A leg that seemed connected to one fetus turned out to belong to another when the probe changed angles. Babies moved while the doctor measured them, repeatedly obscuring smaller fetuses behind the older and larger ones.

The doctor eventually sat back. “I can still identify broad developmental cohorts. The oldest are obvious, and several younger ranges are distinct. But I can’t confidently assign every fetus to one specific conception event.”

Keaton sighed. “So we’re worse than last time.”

“In one sense. But there’s something I noticed with the new ones.” The doctor looked at the measurements again. “Your newer cohorts appear larger.”

Keaton stared at him. “Larger babies?”

“More babies,” the doctor said firmly, and Keaton froze.

The doctor explained that he couldn’t give Keaton an exact count because crowding made it too easy to count the same fetus twice or miss one hidden behind another. But he could compare the amount of newly developing fetal tissue and the number of distinct sacs and placental structures visible where they could be identified.

“You were already experiencing repeated ovulation during pregnancy,” the doctor said. “That alone shouldn’t be happening. Now it appears that the later ovulations may be producing more ova than the earlier ones, and conception is occurring with increasing efficiency.”

Keaton’s mouth tightened. “You’re telling me I’m getting more fertile.”

“That is what the pattern suggests,” the doctor said, visibly shocked.

Keaton rested both hands against the sides of his belly. One of the babies pushed hard against his hand, while another movement pushed outward lower down.

After that, the doctor spent considerable time studying the position of the oldest babies. They had settled much lower than the younger developmental groups, putting increasing pressure toward Keaton’s pelvis while newer fetuses remained distributed higher throughout the uterus. Areas supporting younger pregnancies remained comparatively stable even when the lower uterus tightened around the oldest babies.

The doctor explained that Keaton’s body might be developing some mechanism that allowed the oldest developmental group to descend without destabilizing all the younger ones. There was no medical precedent for it, and there was no guarantee it would work once true labor began, but every scan suggested Keaton’s anatomy was adapting around a problem that should have been impossible in the first place.

Somewhere during the long trip home, Keaton decided there would be no seventh man coming into the building, but deep down he knew how hard it would be to say no.

As Keaton’s mind focused on the present, he blinked and found himself where he had been before his thoughts wandered—still waddling through the building with Lukas on one side and Matthias on the other. He passed Emil’s door, then Jonas’s, followed farther down by the apartments that now belonged to Felix and Niklas. None had envelopes waiting outside. Added to Lukas and Matthias, that made six apartments producing nothing every month.

Matthias looked at him when Keaton slowed. “You all right?”

“I am fine,” Keaton said softly. “I am just surrounded by very expensive mistakes.”

Lukas smiled. “You like your mistakes.”

Keaton rolled his eyes and continued waddling toward the next apartment, already knowing that the statement irritated him mostly because it was true.

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