The Epsilon Run - Part 4 (Patreon)

Halloween Special🎃

Justin and Nate stood in the doorway for a few seconds, observing the room. The old bed had clean sheets on it, neatly folded towels on a chair beside it, and six fresh baby blankets across the foot of the mattress. The place had looked oddly clean earlier, but with the lights on, everything looked so bright and new that it was terrifying, considering the whole house had been abandoned for about 20 years.

Nate looked at the towels, the clean bed, and six blankets. “It made a delivery room.”

Justin shook his head. “I’m not delivering anything. Not here.”

He took one step into the room and suddenly stopped. He felt his abdomen tighten and something within him move downward. It was different from the pressure and the movements he had been feeling. Everything seemed to press against his pelvis, so hard that he clutched his belly, bent slightly forward, and groaned.

Nate came closer. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Justin said through gritted teeth, instinctively spreading his legs because the pressure between his hips was getting uncomfortable. “Everything just moved lower.”

Before Nate could respond, Justin gasped and froze as a warm liquid started running down his legs. The fluid poured down the insides of his thighs and soaked through the lower edge of his tiny loincloth. It splashed across the clean floor in a clear stream that seemed to keep coming for what felt like an eternity. Justin looked down, panting lightly, but his belly didn’t let him see the puddle spreading around his feet.

“The fuck was that?” Nate asked.

Justin’s face turned bright red. “I peed myself.”

Nate looked at the puddle and then at Justin’s massive belly. “Dude, I don’t think that’s piss,” he said after a few seconds as all the pieces clicked in his mind.

Justin looked up, clearly frightened. “What?”

Nate moved closer, slowly reaching up to rest his hand on Justin’s belly. “I think your water just broke,” he said slowly.

Justin stared at him for a few seconds, not knowing how to respond to that sentence. Deep down, he knew Nate could be right, but his mind still refused to consider childbirth as a possibility—even after the diagram and the six cradles they had found in the other room. Pregnancy was already weird, but giving birth was a whole different thing.

They heard a deep mechanical sound from the floor below as the old grandfather clock began to move. Its first heavy strike announced midnight had come, making them tremble a bit. The house had given him one hour to do what he had bragged he could handle—carrying six of Nate’s babies. And as the second strike of midnight came, Justin understood that the pregnancy itself had only been the beginning.

The first real contraction hit before the grandfather clock finished striking midnight. At first, Justin tried to treat it like another abdominal cramp, because accepting that he was in labor meant that the second half of his boast had come. He put both hands at his belly’s side, feeling the abdominal muscles tightening but hoping that it would ease soon. However, it worsened.

“Ugh, fuck,” Justin shouted through clenched teeth. “Everything hurts so much!”

His basketball-sized tits heaved as the contraction peaked. His nipples suddenly ached, and the pressure within suddenly increased almost as much as inside his belly. Part of him wanted to reach up and press his fingers into his tits to calm the sensation, but his middle was still the worst part of it all. Then, the pressure moved even lower, and his lower body reacted. His balls suddenly hurt as if they were about to burst, his cock throbbed with each heartbeat, and even his hole squirmed without explanation.

Nate helped Justin stay on his feet because his knees were clearly giving up. “Sit down before you fall,” he said, carefully grabbing Justin’s elbow.

“I don’t need to sit; I need to get out of this house!” Justin shouted, but the contraction strengthened, and his knees buckled.

Nate caught him and carefully guided the laboring guy onto the edge of the mattress. “Wanna say that again?” he asked, watching Justin pant heavily.

“Shut the fuck up!” Justin replied, barely handling the pain.

He had to spread his thighs as far as they would go because his belly was too large and needed space. The problem was that, in this position, his cock and balls were almost crushed under the massive abdomen, making him groan even more because that area was ridiculously sensitive. He leaned back slightly, using his arms to keep his torso up while the contraction slowly eased. The belly softened again, but his whole body was still trembling.

“Bro, that wasn’t a stomach cramp,” Nate said, slowly sitting beside Justin. “Your water broke, and now your uterus is contracting. You’re in labor.”

Justin frowned and turned to look at Nate, still breathing heavily. “Yeah, dude, I figured that part out somewhere between pissing a gallon of baby water onto the floor and feeling my entire abdomen try to crush itself.”

Nate nodded, but before he could answer, he noticed something on the wall behind the bed. The anatomy poster from the study room was hanging there, even though neither of them had carried it upstairs. The same male figure was on the page with the added uterus and ovaries, the conception passage connecting the rectal area and the womb, and the separate passage leading from the cervix toward the base of the cock. The difference was that one of the babies had rotated, with its head pressed against the area labeled cervix.

Nate approached the diagram and studied it for a few seconds. “I know nothing about this stuff, but it seems like the first one’s moving into position,” he said slowly, noticing that the cervix at the bottom of Justin’s new uterus looked wider than it had downstairs, and the new passage leading from it toward the base of the cock had started opening as well. “It looks like your cervix is dilating first, then that passage into your dick widens after it.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Justin said, looking at his belly while trying to make sense of his friend’s words. “I fucking hate that you try to sound like you know what’s going on.”

The pressure in his pelvis focused on his groin, right behind his cock and balls. Justin groaned and tried to reach beneath his belly because his cock was still throbbing but not getting hard. However, his abdomen was too big and round for his arms to get around it.

“Nate,” he said, still trying to get his hand on his cock. “Something’s wrong down there.”

Nate returned to the bed and crouched to look between Justin’s thighs and immediately noticed that the shaft was getting longer and much thicker while staying soft rather than hard. The skin and deeper structures visibly loosened, the head was broadening, and the slit at its tip looked slightly wider. Justin’s large balls looked plump, overpacked to their limit, so the scrotum had a faint sheen because of how stretched it was.

“It’s definitely bigger,” Nate said, straightening again. “But it’s not hard. The whole thing looks softer, I guess. Like it’s being made stretchy.”

Justin frowned. “Stretchy for what?”

Nate looked toward the anatomy poster and swallowed hard. “Bro, the babies need a way to come out, and the diagram—”

“No!” Justin shouted, hopelessly trying to reach his cock again. “You’re not telling me that I’m giving birth through my cock!”

Nate looked back at him. “Seems like it.”

Justin turned pale, and his breathing shortened as panic took hold. “Fuck this house.”

Another contraction started, focusing Justin’s mind back on the unbearable pressure between his hips and the odd pressure deep within. He instinctively arched his back, and his enormous tits shook before milk started to leak from his engorged nipples. His hole clenched beneath him, so his massive ass cheeks flexed without him meaning to. The contraction brought a stronger pressure behind the base of his cock as the head of the first baby started pushing against the entrance of the new birth passage from within.

“Fuck.” Justin spread his thighs farther and grabbed the sheets. “Nate, please. Help me.”

Nate sat right beside his friend, slowly caressing the taut belly as if it helped at all. “The baby’s head is against your cervix. The poster shows it opening.”

“You keep saying cervix like any of this makes any sense,” Justin shouted.

“Bro, I’m just reading the labels on the diagram,” Nate added, looking at the poster.

“Then fucking stop reading it!” Justin said, grabbing Nate’s hand to squeeze it as the contraction peaked. “You and your monster cock did this to me.”

The contraction slowly eased, but over the next few minutes they watched the anatomy poster update while Justin’s body changed. His cervix widened, allowing the first baby’s head to descend out of the uterus. Every contraction opened the route through Justin’s cock farther, and the inside adapted at the same time. Everything slowly got elastic so a baby could move through it without destroying the organ. But the changes didn’t make the process painless.

Justin felt the stretching pressure beginning at the base of his cock and slowly extending farther forward. The skin loosened, the inner birth canal widened, and the slit at the head slowly softened and expanded. What had previously been a tight passage now looked capable of stretching much farther than it should once the baby reached it.

“This is worse than the tits,” Justin said after another contraction loosened. His tits were still leaking, and the pressure inside them made it clear that there was still a lot of milk stored inside. “I can deal with the belly. I can even deal with these freakishly big boobs. But my cock is different. It is not supposed to turn into the exit.”

Nate arranged several pillows against the headboard so Justin could recline without lying flat. “It’s still your cock; it’s just bigger and useful for other things.”

“Fuck, I hate you,” Justin replied. “Every time you open your mouth, I hate you more.”

Nate snorted and repositioned Justin against the pillows, with the legs spread and the knees bent while the enormous belly shook. He carefully put the soaked loincloth aside to have a clear view of Justin’s 14-inch-long, soft cock and avocado-sized balls. The shaft kept widening while Nate watched, ready to let the baby go through it. However, something in Justin’s eyes changed once he was in the new position, with Nate right between his thighs.

“Dude, I need you inside me,” Justin said before even processing the words himself.

Nate froze. “You what?” he asked, clearly confused. “What does that mean?”

Justin looked away, panting heavily and resting his hands at the sides of his belly. “Nothing,” he said at first. Then he looked at Nate’s face. “I wanted you to fuck me. I think it would help me relax or something.”

“You can’t be serious!” Nate said in shock, but his cock stirred beneath the pteruges. “Dude, you’re in labor! That doesn’t even make sense, and you’re thinking about sex?”

Justin blushed because Nate was right, but then he saw his friend’s cock rising from beneath the pteruges. “Seems like your body’s not refusing like your mouth.”

Nate looked down and saw his 16-inch-long soft cock getting much longer and thicker until it reached 2 feet long. He didn’t move for a few seconds, carefully watching the enormous shaft attached to his body, hard for the first time at its new size. He had seen how big it had gotten soft, but 24 inches of hard cock was a whole different level of wild.

“Dude, please,” Justin whispered, groaning softly while his hole literally went wild at the sight of Nate’s new cock. “One last time before this is over.”

“Bro, you’re out of your mind,” Nate replied, but his voice was shaky.

“Maybe,” Justin said before a short and sharp contraction made him cry out. “I don’t understand it, but I just know I need you to fuck me,” he added, once the contraction eased.

Nate looked at the diagram on the wall, at the baby pressed at the base of Justin’s cock, and even against his most logical thoughts, he found it all hot. “Sure?” he asked.

“Bro, I’m not sure about anything anymore,” Justin said, and slowly spread his thighs even further. “Just be quick; the contractions are coming closer.”

“Fuck, that sentence is insane,” Nate said, smirking and slowly getting between Justin’s thighs. “Tell me to stop if something feels wrong.”

“Bro, just fuck me!” Justin said, reaching forward to pull Nate closer. “I have a baby coming out of my body; what could be more wrong than that?”

Nate hesitated for a second, realizing that they were back in the same room that had started everything. He looked down at Justin’s body—the massive tits, gigantic belly, and thicker thighs—and could only smile. He moved the pregnant guy’s balls aside and slowly pressed the tip of his cock against Justin’s hole. The mushroom-shaped head was bigger than Nate’s fists put together, but as he pushed his hips forward, Justin’s body spread around it.

“Oh, fuck,” Nate whispered, surprised by how tight Justin’s hole felt. “Dude, you’re tight.”

“No,” Justin said, barely able to breathe. “Your cock’s freaking massive.”

Nate smiled and kept pushing, wondering how Justin could even take so much man meat. The first time had been incredible, and it should’ve been impossible even back then, but after everything they had experienced that night, anything could happen. He pushed all the way inside until his body pressed firmly against Justin’s.

A strong contraction hit hard, so Justin barely had time to process the sensation deep in his hole. He felt the baby moving even lower, and the combination of pressure and pain made his vision blur slightly. When his abdominal muscles tightened and his body tried to bear down, he fought against it, closing his thighs slightly and squeezing Nate’s cock with his cheeks.

“Oh, fuck!” Nate shouted, feeling Justin’s body stroking his cock so firmly that his whole body shook in response. “Dude, keep doing that! Whatever it is!”

“I’m not doing anything,” Justin snapped, groaning in pain and pleasure.

Once the contraction eased, Nate regained composure and started bucking his hips. The back and forth motion rocked Justin’s whole body, making his belly and tits bounce. The massive belly shifted constantly because the babies kept moving inside it, and the abdominal walls tightened between actual contractions. And the tits were the ones moving the most, loudly hitting Justin’s chin and the top of his belly with each thrust. His nipples sprayed milk all over his body, the bed, and Nate’s front.

“Dude, that looks intense,” Nate said, slowly reaching up to rest his hand on Justin’s right tit. “Damn, they’re packed,” he added, burying his fingers into the flesh.

Justin couldn’t respond with words, but a raw moan came out of his mouth. Between the baby ready to come out, Nate’s 2-foot-long cock, the babies moving, and the tits going wild, his mind was too overwhelmed to form coherent sentences.

For about a minute, they lost themselves in the intense fuck, but then Justin cried out even louder when another contraction came, harder than ever. The first baby’s skull had passed through the cervix and was entering the new passage between the uterus and the base of his cock. Nate had to stop when he noticed how intense the contraction was, but remained inside Justin for a few more seconds.

“Dude, you good?” Nate asked. “I think I better pull out,” he added, and Justin nodded.

The next contraction came barely a second after Nate had pulled his still-hard cock out. Justin’s uterus squeezed hard, his abdominal wall tightened, and his body bore down almost on its own. The baby’s head moved through Justin’s pelvic birth passage and finally entered the widened base of his cock. The pregnant guy shouted louder than ever in the middle of the contraction, reaching for Nate’s wrist to grip it hard.

Justin cried out, and finally spoke. “His head is in my dick.”

Nate looked at the poster and saw the baby’s head was past the cervix and inside the new channel entering the base of Justin’s cock, while the shoulders remained within his pelvis.

The next contraction pushed the head farther forward, and the already-enlarged cock stretched around it. Justin screamed in pain, and Nate could see the shape change externally as the head advanced inside the new birth canal—the shaft widened, the skin stretched tight, and the slit slowly gapped further. Justin felt every bit of it—the horrifying sensation of a 10-pound infant physically traveling through an opening that wasn’t designed for that.

“It’s moving!” Justin yelled. His head fell back against the pillows, and his tits bounced while milk ran from both nipples. “Fuck, Nate, I can feel his head moving through the shaft!”

Nate watched the bulge progress. “I can see it. Your cock’s stretching around him.”

When a contraction eased, the baby’s head was still lodged partway through the cock. The shaft was hugely distended around it, much thicker at the section containing the skull and gradually narrower toward the head of Justin’s cock, where the baby had not reached yet. Justin dropped back against the pillows and breathed through his mouth, staring at the ceiling because he couldn’t see past his belly to what Nate was seeing.

“Is he stuck?” Justin asked once he could speak again.

“No. He moved a lot,” Nate responded.

“My dick feels like it has a bowling ball inside it,” Justin added, breathless.

“That’s basically the head,” Nate explained, staring at Justin’s crotch.

When the next contractions came, Justin realized that resisting the urge to push only prolonged the worst part, and by the fourth or fifth major contraction he stopped trying. When the tightening started, he drew his knees farther apart and pushed with his entire body.

“Do that again with the next contraction,” Nate said after one particularly strong push.

Justin lay back panting. “You say that like I’m doing squats.”

“You understand reps,” Nate said, shrugging. “Must be the same.”

Before Justin could reply, the next contraction came and left him speechless. The baby advanced until the top of his skull reached the head of Justin’s cock from inside, creating a massive pressure directly behind the slit. Until then, the stretch had been distributed through the shaft. Now all of it concentrated at the tip. The slit started stretching around the baby’s crown, changing from a narrow opening into a broad ring. Justin’s body shook from the burning pressure, but the baby couldn’t retreat, and the uterus was already tightening again.

“Oh, fuck, no.” Justin groaned when his body pushed again.

Nate looked closely and saw the first dark hair appearing between the stretched edges. “He’s crowning. It’s an actual baby!”

Justin stared at him. “Stop narrating!”

Nate nearly smiled, but the sight between Justin’s legs was too surreal to let the humor last. The baby’s head was crowning at the end of Justin’s cock, and with each push more of the skull appeared. The whole shaft was still swollen around the rest of the body, making the intense stretch much more painful.

Justin pushed again when the next contraction hit, and the burning intensified until he screamed. He could feel the difference between the pressure inside the shaft and the concentrated ring of fire around the head of his cock, where the baby was stretching the opening to its absolute limit.

“I can’t do this,” Justin gasped when the contraction eased. His arms were shaking, and tears were running down his eyes. “He’s too fucking big.”

“You’ve got this.” Nate looked down. “You already have part of his head out. I can see his hair.” He supported the emerging crown with one hand without pulling. “Dark hair.”

That detail made something stir in Justin’s chest. He stared at Nate, suddenly focused on something apart from the pain. “The baby has hair?”

“Yeah. A lot of it,” Nate explained, and a smile spread across his face.

The next contraction came, and Justin used that tiny detail to force himself through the pain. He bore down while Nate supported the head, and the slit stretched around the widest part of the skull. Justin screamed as the head moved forward, and after one final brutal push, the widest part passed through. The entire head emerged a second later, and Justin collapsed backward in shock.

The baby’s head was outside his cock while the neck, shoulders, and rest of the body remained inside the birth passage. Nate held the head carefully and checked the mouth and nose, while Justin lay panting hard.

“He looks normal,” Nate said, clearing fluid from the baby’s face with a clean towel. “Big, very big, but normal for a newborn. I think.”

Justin stared at the ceiling. “Normal normal?”

“Yeah. No glowing eyes. No horns. Just a pissed-off baby,” Nate said, clearly excited.

The pause between the head and shoulders lasted barely 10 seconds. The baby rotated inside the passage, and one shoulder turned toward the stretched slit.

Justin felt the movement inside his cock and groaned low. “His shoulders are wider.”

He screamed when the uterus tightened again. He pushed, and the first shoulder stretched the slit even wider than the head had. Nate guided the baby until the shoulder slipped free. The second came out after another hard push. Once both shoulders cleared, the rest of the 10-pound boy slid rapidly through the stretched cock and into Nate’s hands.

The baby cried immediately, and Justin dropped back against the pillows. Nate wrapped the newborn in one of the clean blankets, checking him from head to toe. The boy was large and red-faced, with dark wet hair, broad little shoulders, ten fingers, and ten toes.

Nate brought him closer. “He’s okay.”

Justin stared at the baby when Nate lifted him, and his expression changed. “That’s actually our kid,” he said, as the pain faded from his face.

“Yeah,” Nate confirmed, smiling proudly.

Justin reached for him, but the huge belly and enormous tits made it awkward to hold a newborn against his torso. Nate helped settle the boy against Justin’s chest, where the baby slowly calmed down. The newborn started reaching toward the large nipple, moved by pure instinct, and Justin’s tits let out a fresh rush of milk.

Justin looked down at the child. “He’s looking for milk.”

Nate adjusted the blanket around the baby. “You have plenty.”

Justin smiled as he watched his son open his mouth and eagerly latch onto the engorged nipple. He felt the milk rushing from his tit into the baby’s hungry mouth, and for a tiny second he forgot the horror, the ridiculous circumstances, and the fact that the whole thing was far from over. Five more babies moved slowly inside him, and nothing could stop the next contractions that hit him hard barely a few minutes after the first birth.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Justin groaned and looked down at his belly.

Nate carefully took the newborn and settled him in the first prepared blanket beside Justin. “Five more to go, Mr. ‘I can handle six.’”

About 2 hours later, only one baby remained inside Justin. His belly was much smaller, with the skin looking looser along the sides. He could see part of his groin when he bent, but massive tits still blocked part of his view. His cock was wrecked but intact, far larger than it had been before, swollen and sore from five births, but it still had its shape. His balls were fuller, and the scrotum had a sheen because of how much it had stretched.

Justin stared at himself, then at the five babies resting beside him in bed. “I’m never making a dick-size joke again.”

Nate snorted, then noticed the anatomy poster changing again. The detailed labels around Justin’s altered organs disappeared one by one until only the uterus, birth route, and final baby remained visible. New words appeared beneath the diagram in much larger letters than anything the poster had displayed before: “THE CHALLENGE ENDS WHEN THE CLAIM IS PROVEN OR WITHDRAWN.”

Nate read the sentence, and Justin frowned.

“I proved it,” Justin said.

Nate stayed silent for a moment. “Kind of. You proved you can survive it. That isn’t what you actually claimed.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “I said I could carry six.”

“You also said pregnancy was easy,” Nate said, getting between Justin’s thighs again. “You said women eat, sleep, get big, and then push the kid out. You said they complain too much. Then you said you could have six because you couldn’t say one.”

The final baby moved before Justin could answer. With only one son left inside, the motion was much easier to see and feel from outside. Without five other babies sharing the uterus, the muscular squeeze seemed to focus only on the final child. Justin’s belly hardened around the baby, the cervix opened wider, and the head started descending.

Justin pushed with the contraction, but the pressure was so strong that his cockiness finally broke. “Okay, I was wrong,” he said, breathlessly. “Pregnancy is hard. Okay?”

Nate looked at the poster, but everything was still there. “You spent half the night saying women complain too much. Maybe try sounding like you mean it.”

“Pregnancy fucking sucks!” Justin shouted toward the room, with tears running down his face. “Your back hurts, your tits hurt, your nipples hurt, your hips hurt, you can’t walk right, you can’t sleep right, you have to piss every five minutes, there are feet in your ribs and heads on your bladder, and you’re carrying around a bunch of extra weight every second of the day.” He cried out as the baby moved through the birth canal. “Women who do this are tougher than I ever gave them credit for, and I was a complete asshole for saying they complain too much. Also, six was a stupid fucking number. Six was an unbelievably stupid number,” he said, and somewhere deep inside the house, a heavy lock clicked open.

Nate looked around. “That did it.”

Justin pushed again because even with the challenge withdrawn, the birth didn’t magically stop. The baby was halfway through the new passage, and Justin’s uterus kept contracting because his body still had a biological job to finish. The house had released the trap, not reversed the pregnancy or teleported the last child out.

It took him a few more minutes, but the sixth baby finally came out and started crying. Justin collapsed against the pillows, exhausted, with his cock still swollen and massively stretched between his spread thighs. His abdomen was much smaller but still rounded even though he was empty of babies for the first time since eleven o’clock.

Nate wrapped the sixth baby and checked him quickly. The boy was huge, red-faced, healthy, and extremely loud. “He’s good,” he said. “All six are good.”

He brought the baby closer, and Justin reached out with both arms. The sixth son settled against his chest, spreading his tiny hand against Justin’s skin.

“He’s hungry, just like his brothers,” Justin said, placing the baby in position to breastfeed him. After five babies, he knew exactly what to do.

While the baby had his first meal, and the other five were peacefully resting beside them, Justin watched his belly shrink slightly over the next several minutes. Part of him expected his body to go back to normal, but his hips and ass kept their new exaggerated shapes. His tits felt even heavier than before the birth because six sons needed a lot of milk. His nipples were large and sensitive and leaked freely when any of the babies cried.

Justin looked down at his chest and sighed. “So the tits are staying.”

Nate picked up one of the babies who had started fussing. “They need to eat.”

Justin smiled a bit. “Fine. But only temporarily.”

His cock slowly recovered from the immediate birth stretching but remained huge. The slit returned to an ordinary male shape, but proportionate to the larger head. His balls were still packed to their limit, but it was low on the list of issues at the moment.

Justin looked from Nate to the babies. “So your cock’s permanently gigantic, I’m permanently capable of getting knocked up through my ass, and we have six sons.”

Nate considered it. “That covers most of the night.”

“Worst Halloween party detour ever,” Justin said, shaking his head.

“You’re the one who wanted to do the Run,” Nate said, smiling.

They stared at the babies in silence for a while, marveling at how big they were. They had Nate’s hair, but their faces looked more like Justin’s. Then, the lights in the room flickered for a few seconds, and they noticed the hall was illuminated now. Nate slowly walked out of the room to check and found that part of the house now had light, creating a path that led to the front door. He took that as a sign to start moving.

“I think we can leave,” Nate said once he returned to the room. He looked at Justin and the six newborns occupying most of the mattress, and realized freedom had created another problem. “Getting everybody downstairs will be interesting, though.”

Justin looked at the babies. “Interesting is not the word I would use here.”

“If you could handle two, I could handle the rest,” Nate said, looking at the sheets. “We better get used to handling six at once, anyways.”

“I can barely carry myself. Everything hurts,” Justin responded. “But I guess I could try.”

They stayed in the room much longer than either had expected because Justin was still sore and moved slowly. Nate helped him sit first, and the process took a few more minutes from there. Justin’s legs shook under him, his abdomen felt weak and soft, his pelvis ached, and the huge tits changed his balance so much that he had to relearn where his center of gravity sat.

He looked down at himself and shook his head. “I’m gonna need a new wardrobe.”

“This barely counted as clothing anyway.” Nate fixed the ruined Tarzan loincloth, laughing. “It was a napkin with a string.”

Justin smirked and straightened with two babies in his arms. “I looked incredible. I have 6 kids now to prove how you couldn’t stop staring at my ass.”

“Bro, let’s get out of this room before you start bragging about something else,” Nate said, slowly wrapping the other four babies with the sheets to hold them tightly against his chest.

The trip downstairs was slow even though the house had returned to ordinary dimensions. The foyer looked as it had when they entered hours earlier. Nate stopped in front of it with one hand on the handle. He looked at Justin before opening it, and both of them half expected another hallway to appear. Instead, they found the porch.

Justin sighed. “Finally outside.”

Nate smiled and walked through the doorway. “We made it.”

Once they were outside, they looked back at the house and noticed how harmless it looked. The fact that nothing seemed out of the ordinary made the six babies, Justin’s tits, and Nate’s cock much more shocking.

Justin snorted. “We need six car seats,” he said.

“Diapers, cribs, and clothes.” Nate nodded and took a deep breath. “We’ll figure it out one problem at a time. First we get everybody checked at a hospital.”

“Hell no,” Justin said firmly. “I’m not explaining to anyone why I have massive tits. I’m fine; the babies are fine. Actually, I’m better than fine.” He laughed. “Name one other guy on campus who can say he carried six 10-pound babies and pushed them all out through his cock.”

“Dude, first of all, you are going to a hospital. Period.” Nate stared at him. “And second, you learned nothing? You won’t brag about any of this.”

“I learned pregnancy is hard,” Justin said, looking at the babies in his arms. “I also learned I’m apparently incredible at it. So, no. I don’t need a hospital.”

Nate looked toward the house as if asking it for patience. “This is exactly how you ended up pregnant. And let me remind you that it could happen again.”

Justin’s smile faded. “You think that really means what we think it means,” he asked, looking at his soft postpartum belly. “If somebody cums in my ass and the cum gets into—”

“You’ll be pregnant again,” Nate said firmly. “At least I think so. So we better get you checked to be sure what was left inside you.”

“Okay, fair.” Justin stared at the six boys for a moment and shrugged. “But there is absolutely no fucking chance I am ever getting pregnant again,” he said. “Because nobody is ever getting near my ass. Especially not you,” he added, looking at Nate.

“We’ll see.” Nate laughed and winked at his friend. “You begged me for a fuck even while you were in labor. Let’s see if you can resist me for long.”

Justin wanted to argue, but he looked down at their six sons and stopped. He finally realized that the story about the baby in the President’s room had been true, so everything was possible. The only difference was that the newspapers only mentioned one baby while Justin had bragged about carrying six babies. Part of him wanted to find out who the President was and what had happened to the baby afterwards, but his mind focused on his current problems.

He knew Nate was right about his warning, and he couldn’t risk the house playing more tricks on them even though they were already outside. They had 6 babies to care for and had no idea how to go back into their regular lives after everything they had experienced. However, as he looked at Nate with four of their babies in his arms and a cock so long that the pteruges couldn’t cover it, a faint smile spread across his lips.

THE END

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