A Moody Mayternity - Part 1

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May 10, 2025

Matthias blinked awake in his darkened bedroom, expecting a peaceful morning. But inside his body, it was anything but calm. His first breath came out as a whimper, and the second one, a grunt. By the time he made his third, he was shifting in bed with the clumsy frustration of a man who couldn’t find comfort no matter how he positioned his aching body.

His back was screaming again. It had been permanently sore and aching for the last few months. His ribs ached too, pushed high and outward from within. The twins growing in his belly had made a game of testing his limits from the inside out. And now that he was full-term, ready to pop, and on the verge of desperation, that game felt like torture. 40 weeks pregnant with twins—large twins. Each word in that sentence sounded more ridiculous than the other.

Matthias groaned softly and tried to sit up, but that simple motion was awkward. He had to roll to his side and lever himself up with both hands pressed to the mattress. His belly was enormous for his 5’7” frame, stretching impossibly tight beneath the thin fabric of his tank top. It was round and high, taut with the weight of two large and healthy babies that had long since outgrown all the available space inside their daddy.

He leaned back against a pile of pillows with a long exhale, instinctively moving one hand to cup the underside of his heavy bump. The skin felt hot to the touch, tight, and tender, as if brushing his hand against it might be too much. Inside, he felt a sharp little foot kicking out, pushing against his ribs so hard that it made him wince.

“Oof—guys, please,” Matthias whispered, shifting in his spot, trying to ease the pressure and pain. “You’re running out of room in there.”

He looked down at his body, still disbelieving how much it had changed over the past nine months. His frame used to be lean, all long lines and subtle muscle. But now Matthias’ form had thickened to accommodate his pregnancy. His chest had swelled, full and heavy with milk, with darkened and engorged nipples to go along. His once-narrow hips had softened and widened beyond masculine proportions. Even his thighs and bubble butt—already a bit generous before all of this—had become fuller and rounder.

The swelling was a constant strain, but the issues didn’t end there. The stretch marks were one of Matthias’ worst enemies. He had learned to stop counting them. They spread like lightning bolts across his skin, along the curve of his belly, his rounded ass, the sides of his chest, and the tops of his thighs. He used the fancy oils and lotions his roommate brought him, but nothing could keep up with how quickly his skin had expanded.

Matthias briefly closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to ignore how his lower back throbbed in protest. His body was heavy, too heavy. He felt like a balloon on the verge of bursting—bloated, flushed, and painfully full. He let out another breath and opened his eyes again, lifting the hem of his tank top to look at the mound that had taken over his frame. Even now, after nine months of pregnancy, he could hardly believe it was real.

Matthias still remembered the look on the doctor’s face when the scan showed the two babies and their heartbeats. He had gone to the clinic expecting to hear that food poisoning or a prolonged flu was causing his sickness. He’d been vomiting for weeks and was exhausted all the time. But then came the ultrasound, the wide-eyed silence, and the impossible answer: two babies were growing in his womb. It was supposed to be impossible. But there he was, a 25-year-old man pregnant with twins.

The shock had nearly broken him. He still remembered gripping the edge of the exam table so hard while staring at the screen that it numbed his fingers. The doctor had tried to explain it professionally, but nothing could soften the news: somehow, impossibly, Matthias had a functional reproductive system connected to his rear, allowing him to conceive and carry children naturally. It sounded more ridiculous considering he also had the set of functional male anatomy, but the ultrasound left no space for doubt.

His thoughts had immediately drifted to a single night when he had been reckless—a night with his roommate, Patrick. They hadn’t planned it—far from it. It was a mistake, a drunken lapse in judgment between lifelong friends. Matthias had tried to brush it off, pretending it hadn’t changed anything. But when the morning sickness started and his clothes stopped fitting, he knew something was wrong, and the babies were the reason for it.

He’d wrestled with the fear and vulnerability of it all—not only being pregnant, but being able to get pregnant. The idea that his own body had betrayed him with the possibility of something so massive and life-altering terrified him. And worse, the father of the babies was Patrick—his best friend, the one person he wasn’t supposed to fall for. The one person he could never be casual with again. It was too much.

Matthias had never planned to have children at his age. But now he was carrying two. Every day, every flutter and kick reminded him that this wasn’t a dream. It was real. The babies were real, and they were coming any day now. He placed a hand over the side of his belly, right where a tiny elbow rolled beneath the skin. The babies were active this morning, making him smile despite the discomfort.

“You’re still comfy in there, huh?” Matthias said, gently rubbing his middle. “Well, I’m not that comfortable with you moving so much. So, please come out soon.”

He smiled, drifting his eyes to the side, and saw a tray perched on the nightstand. The tray had a plate of scrambled eggs with herbs, a sliced avocado, buttered toast, fresh orange juice, and a fruit salad topped with honey. Next to the food sat a folded note in familiar handwriting: “You need all the nutrients. Enjoy!”

Matthias groaned and rolled his eyes. He hated it when Patrick did this. No asking, just cooking and leaving it there like he always did, making Matthias feel like a useless balloon who couldn’t prepare his own food.

“Control freak,” Matthias said bitterly, but couldn’t deny that the aroma was intoxicating. “I’m not eating this, no matter how good it looks.”

Matthias pretended to look away, but his stomach growled, betraying him. The eggs were fluffy, the toast had a perfect golden crisp, and everything looked delicious, as expected, considering Patrick was a chef-in-training. He couldn’t reject his roommate’s sweet acts, no matter how much he wanted to.

With some effort, he reached for the tray and settled it beside him in bed, careful not to spill anything. The second the first bite touched his tongue, he let out a small, unintentional moan of delight. “Damn you, Patrick,” he mumbled around a mouthful of eggs. “I hate you so much for this, but it’s so good.”

The food was gone within minutes, leaving Matthias full, satisfied, and deeply ashamed for his lack of determination to ignore Patrick’s sweetness. He didn’t want to admit it, but deep down, he loved to have breakfast in bed, hearty lunches, and fancy dinners, and with Patrick, all these things were a daily occurrence.

Then, he waddled into the bathroom. It took him a while to shower and get dressed. Every movement was a negotiation with gravity, unable to ignore the weight of his swollen belly. Eventually, he tugged on an oversized t-shirt that draped over his bump and a pair of short shorts that barely held on around his bubble butt. He looked down at himself and sighed. He hadn’t seen his feet in weeks, but hopefully the babies would come out soon.

Waddling out of the bedroom took more effort than he liked to admit. His belly felt heavier today and lower—an early sign that labor was close. He had to spread his feet apart and waddle with one hand on the small of his back and the other bracing on the wall for support as he entered the living room. And there he saw him, Patrick—the man guilty of leaving him in such a vulnerable and swollen state.

Patrick was in the kitchen, shirtless in only gym shorts, moving gracefully and making Matthias roll his eyes again. 24-year-old Patrick was tall at 6’5”, with a chiseled build that made people stare, even without trying. He had broad shoulders, thick pecs, a trim waist, strong arms, a perfect bubble butt, a big bulge, and tousled dark hair falling into his aqua-blue eyes. His charming and goofy smile always made Matthias’ body melt. The combination of it all, added to an incessant sweetness, was annoying.

Matthias stood there, silently watching, unconsciously pressing his fingers to the small of his back, and moving the other hand to stroke the side of his belly. He groaned quietly, scanning Patrick’s stupidly perfect body and then looking down at the mountainous curve of his belly. It was his fault Matthias was this huge. The twins were evidently taking after their father’s genes—big, strong, and too much for Matthias to handle.

Matthias hated how attractive Patrick was. He hated how his skin flushed every time he looked at him—how even now, even angry, his heart couldn’t help but flutter. He hated that whenever he thought about the night when it all had started, a soft moan escaped his mouth, remembering Patrick’s massive cock doing wonders to his horny hole. He hated that even now, barely able to move with the weight of his belly, his mouth watered when he looked down at Patrick’s bulge. He hated Patrick—but deeply desired him.

To make things worse, Patrick was aware that things had been tense, so he had been trying to stay out of the way these last few days. He had been protective through the whole pregnancy—overprotective in Matthias’ opinion. But he had also respected some limits, considering they weren’t boyfriends and the pregnancy had been an accident. Matthias hated that Patrick thought he needed to be protected like he was fragile. But he was also deeply hurt that even though they were having kids together, Patrick hadn’t mentioned anything about making things formal and becoming boyfriends.

Matthias was constantly conflicted between enjoying Patrick’s sweet actions and hoping for something more serious. Patrick brought food instead of offering help, always leaving things quietly and backing off before Matthias could complain. It was a dance they’d fallen into ever since Matthias had snapped at him six weeks ago, shouting that the constant hovering was suffocating. Since then, Patrick had given him space, even if his eyes still watched Matthias like he wanted to do more.

Matthias shifted his weight with a quiet grunt, rubbing his belly. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted Patrick listed as the other parent on the babies’ records. The thought made his stomach twist, not only because the twins were practicing karate inside him again. He was angry. Conflicted. Exhausted. And still, his heart betrayed him every time Patrick looked his way with a charming smile that disarmed Matthias in a blink.

Patrick glanced over, and his aqua-blue eyes lit up at the sight of Matthias, but he pretended to be casual. “Hey.”

Matthias nodded, slowly approaching. “Hey.”

Patrick turned back to the sink, wiping down a mixing bowl. “Did you eat?”

“You left a tray overflowing with food beside my face; did I have options?” Matthias said, trying to sound annoyed, but both knew he had enjoyed each bite.

“Good. You need to keep your strength up,” Patrick said, and then there was a pause—a silence that hid their thoughts and emotions but created an undeniable attraction. “So, I’ve got a showcase at the culinary school today. Mother’s Day thing. I’m leaving soon.”

Matthias blinked. He hadn’t expected Patrick to leave him alone so close to going into labor. However, he pretended to be cool about it. “Oh. Sounds fun.”

Patrick wiped his hands dry. “Yeah. But… uh… I’d love it if you came with me. It’s important for me. And out of everyone, I want you there—the three of you,” he said, pointing at Matthias’ belly.

Matthias stared at him, speechless. His chest ached, and his ears burned, touched by his roommate’s words. “No,” he said, hiding his emotions again. “I’m way too pregnant. And it’s your fault I’m this size in the first place.”

Patrick sighed slightly, clearly hurt, but didn’t step back. “You can wear an oversized hoodie. Sit in the back. Nobody will think you’re pregnant. No one will even notice. Please?”

Matthias rolled his eyes and groaned. “You are so annoying.”

Patrick grinned, with a tiny hopeful spark in his eyes. “I promise it’ll be fun.”

Matthias groaned but nodded. “Fine. But only because you make delicious food.”

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Later that day, Matthias sat quietly in a corner of the culinary showcase, with a hoodie draped over his frame as promised, disguising his pregnancy and making people think he was only fat. He sat on a cushioned bench, absentmindedly rubbing his belly while Patrick took the stage. The man looked so handsome in his chef’s outfit, and Matthias couldn’t help but smile at the idea that his babies would have such good looks.

Patrick’s dish earned gasps from the judges. Everyone applauded. The praise was effusive. People rushed to him afterward while Matthias observed from a distance, feeling proud and slightly breathless. Patrick had looked so confident up there. He’d always known his roommate was talented, but seeing how people responded to him with admiration and respect stirred something in Matthias’ heart.

And then he overheard—and saw—it. A handsome man in a white button-down, leaning in a little too close to Patrick, smiling like they already shared a secret. “So, are you single? You must have a line of admirers. It’s hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have someone special to share that delicious food.”

Patrick didn’t correct him, mostly because he was technically single. He only politely smiled, like he often did when he didn’t want to start anything. But Matthias was hurt because he was Patrick’s special someone, even if he tried to reject it, Patrick shared that delicious food with him and their babies.

Then, a woman with a tight dress and heels too high for a culinary showcase let out a too-loud laugh, brushing her fingers over Patrick’s shoulders like it was casual. Like she had a right to. Matthias’ face flushed hot. His hand clenched over his belly as the twins responded with a storm of kicks inside him. But the pressure was nothing compared to the sudden twist of emotion in his chest. Jealousy. Bitter and bright, it surged so fast he could taste it.

He almost screamed, “He’s mine.” He wanted to waddle over, pull Patrick’s hand to his belly, and dare anyone to flirt with the father of his children. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He hadn’t told Patrick how he felt. He hadn’t given him hope. He hadn’t made promises.

So he sat there, rubbing his aching belly, trying to calm the babies—and his own racing heart—while the world fawned over Patrick like he didn’t already belong to someone. Someone who loved him. Even if he was too scared to say it.

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