Match March: Madness - Part 6

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After Wayne moved into Brett’s renovated barn, his body changed faster and more dramatically each day. His belly grew heavier and rounder at a rate that stunned everyone, especially Wayne. His legs and arms thickened with fat and softened muscle. His chest swelled even though he knew it was too early to produce milk—Brett insisted it was bound to happen soon. His thighs spread wider to accommodate his bulkier hips and swollen balls. Even his cock felt thicker these days, leaving Wayne overwhelmingly sensitive.

His once-athletic body had given way to something plump, tender, and fertile. Wayne’s days as a stunningly fit and agile firefighter were over. He couldn’t sit up without help anymore. Standing was impossible. The bed had become his permanent spot to eat, sleep, watch TV, observe nature outside, and get fucked constantly while his pregnancy developed beyond the wildest expectations. The constant feeling of fullness and the increasing weight made him feel like he was gaining weight every second.

“Ugh. I’m too full. I don’t know if I can take this much longer,” Wayne groaned one morning, lying among pillows and caressing his belly that reached high and round as it anchored him to the mattress.

Tyrell, seated cross-legged at the edge of the bed, smiled and reached to caress the massively rounded abdomen. “You’re not even halfway into the pregnancy. And your body has handled this surprisingly well so far. You’ve got this,” he said, feeling the taut skin. “You’re not only the most pregnant person ever. But also the hottest,” he added, leaning in to kiss Wayne’s lower belly.

Wayne winced at the touch. “You only say it because you’re partly guilty of this,” he said, caressing the sides of his belly. “You’re guilty that I’m so huge and needy.”

Tyrell smirked and kneeled beside Wayne’s thick body, observing the size difference between them and analyzing Wayne’s words: he was partly responsible for Wayne’s current state. “You’re right. And you know what? I don’t regret it. But remember, it was you who messed around with six guys. So you did this to yourself,” Tyrell said, moving his hands down the sides of Wayne’s lower body to knead his hips.

“Ugh… I know. But… but…” Wayne said, enjoying Tyrell’s touch. “Oh, Tyrell… Keep doing that. My hips are so sore, and the need burns my insides.” Wayne closed his eyes and instinctively shifted his hips to emphasize his need. “All the hormones and… your touch. Please, Tyrell,” he added, looking at Tyrell with pleading eyes.

Tyrell smiled and got between Wayne’s legs, playfully brushing his cock against his groin to tease him. Wayne moaned loudly, unable to articulate the longing and needy words he wanted to speak. But Tyrell knew better than to wait for words. He pushed his cock into Wayne’s hole and went all the way inside within a second. The pregnant man moaned and shivered at the sensation, rubbing his heavy belly in anticipation of it getting tighter with Tyrell’s cum load.

“Someone’s particularly needy today,” Tyrell said, bucking his hips and making Wayne moan even louder. “Don’t worry. I know what you need. I know your body is screaming for a good filling, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do,” Tyrell said softly and playfully, moving his hips faster and harder.

Moments like this repeated several times a day because every day brought new symptoms, and Wayne’s men made sure to fulfill all his needs. His nipples had grown tender and swollen. His chest felt heavier—without milk coming in yet—and even the lightest touch made him gasp. Brett spent long mornings massaging Wayne’s swollen pecs with oils, working in slow circles around the aching peaks. Wayne would hum softly, gasping as Brett moved lower, kneading his thickened butt, then pressing into the dense muscle of his thighs.

The hormonal rush made every nerve needy. By the time Brett reached Wayne’s sensitive balls, the pregnant man would be desperate for more. Wayne panted as his hands clutched the sheets. He couldn’t help it—his whole body burned with an intense horniness that never seemed to fade. He was a slave to his lust and desire.

Brett took one look at Wayne, observing his belly swollen impossibly tight, his flushed cheeks, and how he writhed subtly on the sheets. The big man couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re so full,” he whispered into Wayne’s ear.

Brett crawled into bed without waiting for more, gently running one hand down the taut curve of Wayne’s belly, then lower, until his fingers teased the sensitive area between Wayne’s cheeks. Wayne whimpered, already rocking his hips and aching for more.

“Oh yes! Please,” Wayne whispered.

Brett didn’t make him wait. He took his time only enough to line himself up, then pushed his cock in, burying it into Wayne’s desperate body. Wayne gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as the stretch hit that sweet edge between pain and bliss.

Brett leaned forward, kissing the massive belly as his hips pushed forward. “You need this. Don’t you?” He said, thrusting hard. “Let it all go. I’ve got you.”

The bed groaned beneath them, Wayne moaning louder with every powerful thrust. His belly bounced subtly with each impact. His softened pecs bounced each time. It didn’t take long before Wayne came all over his own lower belly, leaving him trembling and overwhelmed. Brett grinned and kept going at full speed and full force until he pressed deep a few minutes later, filling him with thick, heated cum that made Wayne sigh in flushed relief.

“I know you love that sensation,” Brett said, smiling. “My cum warming your guts.”

Wayne could only pant and moan as his body felt the overwhelming shoot of cum bloating him even more—if that was even possible.

Moments later, the door opened, and Henry entered the barn. He immediately raised an eyebrow when he saw the flushed mess Wayne had become. “Hey, you. Were you having some fun? You look like you need another round,” he said playfully, kicking off his boots.

Brett chuckled breathlessly and moved out of bed. “He’s all yours.”

Henry climbed into bed as if he belonged there, kissing Wayne and caressing the massive pregnant belly. He slowly helped the speechless pregnant man to roll onto his side and carefully spooned up behind Wayne, cradling the pregnant man in his arms.

“You’re still so tense,” Henry said, moving his hands over Wayne’s belly, tracing the roundness, and pressing against the firm skin. He kissed behind Wayne’s ear as his cock hardened. He brushed his cock against Wayne’s slick back, teasing him before the show.

Wayne whimpered. “Please, Henry. Please.”

“I love it when you beg,” Henry said, and then he pressed forward, pushing inside in one smooth motion that made Wayne cry out. Henry’s cock filled him completely. He didn’t hold back, pounding immediately, claiming and grounding Wayne with every thrust.

Wayne sobbed with relief, gripping the sheets as his belly jostled slightly with every slam of Henry’s hips. It was perfect. Exactly what he needed. Henry didn’t stop until Wayne was stuffed again, his belly tighter, rounder, and pulsing gently from the pressure within. Another thick cum load made Wayne feel on cloud nine, but his body still desired more.

Henry kissed Wayne’s neck. “There you go. All filled up. I know you love it when I pump you full of cum. Don’t you?”

“Yes! Thanks,” Wayne said, slowly coming down from the horny high.

After Henry had fucked him, leaving Wayne breathless and blissed out, Kevin appeared in time to brush Wayne’s sweat-damp hair from his forehead.

“Hey, handsome. You’re glowing,” Kevin would whisper before leaning in to kiss Wayne’s flushed cheek. “Would you like an extra round?”

Wayne would moan softly as his hormones were still boiling under his skin. “Yes, please… Kevin. Please.”

Kevin’s hands were always calm but firm, lovingly kissing the curve of Wayne’s belly. He would get behind the pregnant man, playfully kneading the ample ass cheeks. Then, when he pushed his cock inside, it was slow and careful. Kevin’s pounding was more passionate, more caring than raw desire, making Wayne melt into the mattress as his chest heaved and his belly bounced gently with every thrust.

“I’ll never get tired of this hole no matter how many times I get to fuck it,” Kevin said, pushing harder and deeper into a moaning Wayne. “And the best part comes when I get to fill you with buckets of cum.”

Kevin curled his toes and arched his back, letting his cock shoot a torrent of cum into Wayne that made the pregnant guy groan as his belly tightened with such a massive load. It wasn’t only the fullness but the overwhelming warm sensation spreading through his whole middle. It was too much for a man whose body was sensitive and more needy by the second.

William would arrive right after, smiling at the scene and immediately pulling his cock out of his pants. “Hey, beauty,” he’d say, calmly approaching Wayne as Kevin moved away. He’d kneel beside the bed to caress Wayne’s belly. “You look like you need some attention.”

Wayne whimpered, needy and desperate from the unrelenting ache that never faded. “I can’t take it anymore,” he’d moan. “Fill me up, please.”

William would undress slowly, then climb into the bed with Wayne, lifting the man’s heavy hips to get him on his back again. He would lovingly push his thick cock into Wayne’s needy hole, immediately pounding with long and firm thrusts that left Wayne keening into the pillows. His belly was stretched impossibly tight, glistening with sweat and flushed pink from the fullness of it all, but as William pounded hard, Wayne couldn’t help but long for more.

When William shot his load into Wayne’s guts, the overwhelming sensations made the pregnant man cum all over his abdomen without even touching his cock. Each time one of them filled him, the pressure inside him changed. His belly grew heavier and tighter.

These moments filled Wayne’s days. The men rotated in and out of the house in shifts—feeding him, massaging his aching feet, hips, and ever-growing belly, and tending to his hormonal spikes. By the end of each day, Wayne would lie there glowing, full beyond belief, and still longing for more.

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By the time Wayne reached 16 weeks pregnant on July 21, he had ballooned to 569 pounds. His belly alone looked ready to split the seams of reality—gigantic, heavy, and impossibly firm. Veins webbed faintly beneath the stretched skin that glistened under the light.

He felt pressure everywhere, figuring the babies were shifting or settling into specific areas. The pressure from within pushed into his ribs, making it hard to breathe deeply, and also low in his pelvis, making even the slightest movement feel like his hips and thighs would break. He couldn’t sit up without assistance and didn’t leave the bed. Not for anything. Bed rest had become permanent. The soft mattress and cushions molded to the shape of his body. He slept, ate, and fucked in the same space. However, he still glowed—flushed and radiant, captivating the men around him.

The morning after Wayne reached sixteen weeks pregnant, Tyrell arrived with an elegant black suitcase and a broad smile.

“What do you have there?” Wayne asked as Tyrell approached.

“Something I borrowed from a colleague at the lab,” Tyrell grinned, placing the suitcase on the nightstand and opening it to reveal a portable ultrasound machine. “I figured it would be nice to see how the babies are doing.”

Tyrell set up the machine as the other fathers approached, standing around the bed like a wall of guardians. Wayne smiled and excitedly observed the scene. When Tyrell squirted the warm gel on Wayne’s belly, he winced, smiling at how ridiculous the situation was.

Then the probe touched his skin, and the screen flickered, leaving them all stunned. They saw the defined shapes of dozens of babies and heard a symphony of heartbeats.

“Whoa,” Brett whispered with wide eyes.

“There’s one,” William pointed.

“And two, three, four, and more there—” Wayne said, aware that the doctor couldn’t count the babies on his first ultrasound. “There’s a lot.”

Henry chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s not the same when you see it yourself,” he said, shocked at the sight of so many babies.

Tyrell laughed softly. “There are too many to count at once. But they all seem healthy.”

“I’ve been in each of my wife’s ultrasounds, and this is… something else,” Kevin said, looking at Wayne’s massive belly.

Wayne took a deep breath. Each time he thought about the countless number of babies growing inside him, he couldn’t help but panic a bit. There was a sea of babies. Some curled close to each other, all gathered in six batches. There was no way to count accurately, but at least everything was developing well. Wayne turned his head, blinking away tears. His throat was tight, overwhelmed.

“They’re… beautiful,” Kevin whispered.

“They’re mine,” Henry said firmly.

“Oh, we’re doing this now?” William smirked, crossing his arms. “You think your odds are higher than mine, ginger?”

“Hell no,” Brett responded. “I’ve been with him the most.”

“Come on! We all know I’m his primary caregiver,” Tyrell added, standing against the giants in the room.

Kevin, married and with kids, stayed quiet for a moment—but then, unexpectedly, he spoke. “Hey, Wayne is mine too. He’s having my babies.” All heads turned, and Wayne’s face flushed as the room turned electric.

Wayne laughed breathlessly, blushing even more. “You’re all ridiculous.”

“No,” Tyrell said calmly, gently adjusting the probe again. “We’re serious. But we’ll discuss this later to avoid disturbing you.”

It wasn’t just possessiveness; it was desire and love. They were all staring at him like he was the center of their world.

The days that followed remained slightly tense. Wayne was on permanent bedrest as his body was so enormous that he couldn’t even roll to his side without assistance. The men took shifts for everything—meals, baths, massages, and constant fucking.

One afternoon, the whole group worked together to give Wayne a full towel bath. Brett brought in a wooden basin with warm water. William laid out towels fresh from the dryer. Tyrell opened jars of creams and fragrant oils. Kevin and Henry helped Wayne get in position.

“This is a whole spa retreat,” Wayne said, laughing at how loving the men were.

“Shhh,” Henry grinned, shifting Wayne’s body into a comfortable position. “Let us work.”

Each man took a section. Kevin began at Wayne’s face, wiping gently with a damp cloth scented with mint and lavender. He kissed Wayne’s forehead, marveling at how handsome he was. William worked on Wayne’s heavy legs, starting from the feet and lifting each thigh to massage them with a hot towel. Brett took his time on the belly, pressing a warm cloth against the skin, then swirling them in slow circles. Henry handled the groin with a tender touch, gently cleaning Wayne’s painfully sensitive cock and balls. And Tyrell massaged Wayne’s pecs, circling the bloated and overstimulated nipples.

Wayne whimpered. “Oh—oh, guys—”

“Hmm?” Tyrell said innocently, brushing his thumbs again around the right nipple.

“He’s squirming,” Brett noted, lovingly kissing the popped-out belly button.

“Maybe I should go lower,” Henry said, half-teasing as his hand slipped between Wayne’s thighs and closer to his hole.

William grinned and firmly kneaded the fattened hips. “We all should go lower.”

Wayne’s hips twitched instinctively. His skin felt too tight, his breath too hot. Kevin kissed his cheek again. “You’re so sensitive. You poor thing.”

“Please. Don’t—stop,” Wayne gasped.

Tyrell chuckled and pinched both nipples gently. Wayne let out a cry. The men looked at each other, knowing what their guy needed. They took turns—one after the other—each man overwhelming Wayne every time they pushed their cocks into him.

Henry was first. He told Wayne how good he looked and pressed his body against the massive pregnant belly. The sensation was overwhelming, but Wayne moaned, gasping his name as every thrust made his swollen belly wobble. William followed next, slower and more passionate, pushing his cock into the needy hole and lovingly kissing Wayne’s belly button. Wayne moaned helplessly, arching his body in pleasure.

Kevin was surprisingly intense, bracing Wayne’s heavy thighs apart and moving with such urgency that Wayne’s whole frame rocked and his belly bounced in rhythm. Wayne could only sob and gasp as heat flooded him again. Brett was rougher in the best way, hoisting Wayne slightly, grinning like a wild man, and driving Wayne to near incoherence. Every deep motion made Wayne cry out.

And finally, Tyrell took his time. He kissed Wayne’s swollen chest and kneaded his hips, making him moan so much until Wayne was begging for more, even though he was already so full he could hardly think. Tyrell closed the session with such a passionate fuck and a big cum load that Wayne could barely speak, dazed, flushed, and full. When it was over—when they had met his needs and then some, they cleaned him gently and tucked him back in with tons of kisses.

It became a routine, making Wayne love every second even though his body had reached a surreal level of fullness. His skin glowed from the inside out, stretched taut across his massive belly. His arms had softened, and his legs barely had room to spread to accommodate the roundness of his womb.

Week by week, his belly ballooned outward in every direction. His whole body joined in—hips widened, chest swelled, thighs thickened, and even his cock felt bigger. Every day felt like he was being inflated from the inside, slow and steady. His skin itched from the stretch. Veins surfaced in maps across his taut belly. He needed help to shift, eat, and scratch an itch on his ankle. He needed his men every single second of the day.

A few days later—when he was about 19 weeks pregnant, Brett, William, and Henry were in the kitchen preparing Wayne’s enormous lunch—five grilled cheese sandwiches, two bowls of stew, a basket of fruit, a pitcher of lemonade, and a mountain of roasted potatoes. William stirred the pot while Brett chopped. Meanwhile, Kevin and Tyrell were applying lotions to Wayne’s belly.

“You’re gonna pop,” Kevin whispered in awe.

“Hush,” Wayne mumbled. “I feel like I’m about to burst.”

“I think that’s great,” Tyrell grinned. “You’re magnificent.”

Wayne smiled and then gasped. He felt a flutter. Low and deep, like the pop of a soap bubble from inside. Then another. And another.

“Oh!” Wayne clutched at the sides of the bed. “Oh, they’re moving.”

Kevin’s eyes widened. “The first kicks?”

Wayne’s breath caught. It wasn’t just one—it was a cascade. A whole riot of movement. It spread like ripples in a pond. Henry, William, and Brett quickly approached, rushing to get beside the bed.

Wayne looked at them with tears in his eyes. “They’re all moving. All of them.”

Brett pressed a hand to one side and felt a kick. Henry did the same and felt a baby rolling beneath the skin. William leaned in and felt a thump.

“Wow! It’s like a whole party in there,” Tyrell whispered, resting his hand on the taut belly.

Wayne sobbed. He couldn’t help it. “It feels so good and so strange.”

Since that moment, the movements never stopped. There was always at least one baby rolling, stretching, kicking, or pressing against the inside of his belly. Wayne would wake up to a foot nudging his ribs. Mid-bath, a knee would stretch his skin taut. While eating, a batch would do somersaults. And he only got bigger, barely halfway through the impossible pregnancy.

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