Wrestling the Changes - Part 14

After they managed to sort out some things, parenthood hit Hayden and Jake like a freight train. Not in the painful, traumatizing way—though there were moments of that—but in the overwhelming, all-consuming reality that meant raising six newborns. They weren’t only new, inexperienced dads but had six baby boys to care for, while Hayden was still heavily pregnant with many more.

Hayden had dropped to 394 pounds after the delivery, and while that was technically an improvement from the enormous burden of carrying the sextuplets, he was still massive. His hips were broad and strong to support a frame that had grown accustomed to bearing life. His ass, already generous before the pregnancies, now jutted so far back that he sometimes misjudged doorways and bumped into furniture. His thighs had thickened over the months of bed rest and swelling, and his chest had become a full-time job all on its own.

With the sextuplets—Matt, Sawyer, Cole, Hale, Kevin, and Peter—nursing in intervals nearly every hour, his tits had grown even more, not only in size but also in sensitivity. Every time he shifted or brushed against something too roughly, a jolt would fire through him. His body had become a living ecosystem, producing more than enough milk, and then some. Even after nursing the six babies in a row, he still had to strap on the pump to relieve the constant fullness. His nipples were rarely dry, and Jake had grown accustomed to tossing soft cloths into the laundry every few hours after Hayden had dampened them with milk. They joked about it initially, but the milk production was getting ridiculous by the end of the second week.

The six babies had slightly different sleep rhythms, hunger schedules, and diaper catastrophes, keeping Hayden and Jake in permanent exhaustion. Hayden found himself tugged in every direction because on top of feedings, diaper changes, and keeping the little ones soothed, he was still massively pregnant and dealing with constant kicking from within his belly. The remaining fourteen babies inside him were still growing and making him expand rounder and heavier every day.

As the days passed, his body adapted to face the impending birth of the next pair of babies—Tyler’s twins. Hayden’s belly slowly returned to a mind-blowing size. It had never really stopped growing after the delivery, but it had reduced a lot with the six babies, the placenta, and all the extra fluids out. The skin re-tightened, getting firmer, shinier, and warmer. And the nursing process helped him lose a bit of fat while producing more milk.

The remaining babies kicked often, reacting to the noise and stress around them. Hayden’s belly bulged out so far in front of him that he still couldn’t wrap his arms around it. His belly button had long since vanished into a stretched plane of skin. Moving around was a logistical nightmare. He had to waddle, often using furniture to balance or Jake’s arm to steady himself. Bending was out of the question.

And the hormonal pressure didn’t help. Hayden found himself still burning with horniness that had nowhere to go. His whole body constantly heated up with a maddening need that they didn’t have time to fulfill. His lower belly would sometimes throb, his skin flushed with need, and his balls, swollen and plumper than ever, ached for release. He would often feel his hole squirming in need, but he knew Jake was too tired to do anything.

It felt like he might burst if he didn’t find some relief soon. But there was simply no time. Between breastfeeding, eating, sleeping when he could, and caring for six newborns, there wasn’t a spare minute left in the day. Even when Jake noticed and offered a gentle touch or knowing glance, Hayden could only shake his head, as frustration warred with exhaustion. It had become a quiet issue, an unfulfilled desire layered into the struggles of fatherhood, and one more sacrifice his body was making for his many kids.

Everything was challenging, and Hayden did most of his parenting from bed. With a carefully arranged setup of pillows, nursing pillows, wipes, burp cloths, and cribs nearby, Hayden’s bedroom looked like the maternity wing of a hospital. He rarely left the bed now, not because he didn’t want to, but because he simply couldn’t. His body had become both a milk factory and an incubator of epic proportions, and there was barely any part of him that was not swollen, stretched, or sore.

Jake often moved between tasks—changing diapers, preparing formula, adjusting the bassinets, and soothing babies—as Hayden handled feedings and cuddle time. A baby was always on his chest, while he burped another one over his shoulder, and four more were waiting their turns.

Hayden tried to multitask, though every movement was a challenge. Sometimes he attempted to cradle a baby in each arm while trying to latch a third to his breast, all while another cried in a bassinet nearby. His belly pushed everything upward and outward. He couldn’t see anything past it, and even looking at the babies while they were sucking on his nipples was a challenge due to how enormous his tits were.

Sometimes a baby would wiggle while nursing, pushing his tiny hand beneath the massive mound, and he’d have to call for Jake to help rescue the poor boy’s hands before they got accidentally squished. He once nearly tipped sideways when he tried to reach for a pacifier that had rolled to the edge of the nightstand because his center of gravity was overtaken by his abdomen.

The worst were the days when his tits were painfully full and he had two babies latched on and still didn’t feel relief. Every time he leaned too far forward or a baby squirmed, milk would leak, soaking the bedding or whatever he happened to be holding. He joked that he was practically a dairy cow now, but there were moments where the truth of it pressed too heavily on his heart. He didn’t mind being the source of nourishment for his children. He loved it. But his body wasn’t just serving—it was overwhelmed, caught between being a provider and a vessel stretched to the brink.

“Bring him here,” Hayden said one night from the bed as Jake tried to scoop up a fussy Peter. Hayden had been struggling to sit upright as the weight of his belly forced him to lean back against a wall of pillows.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got him. Peter only needs a diaper change,” Jake said, kindly holding the baby. “Lie back and relax.”

“I’m not useless,” he huffed. “He’s my baby, and I can change his diaper.”

“You’re not useless,” Jake said, kissing Hayden’s cheek. “You’re just carrying fourteen babies. You get a pass, and he’s my baby too, and I’ll change his diaper,” he added, and Hayden frowned, disarmed because he knew Jake was right.

Among the struggles, Mrs. Klein had thrown herself wholeheartedly into the whirlwind of her son’s chaotic life as a father. She cooked enormous meals for Hayden daily, not only insisting on quantity but also nutrition, making sure everything had the vitamins and calories his body needed to grow the babies still in his belly.

“You’re growing a whole soccer team in there,” she said one morning, setting down a breakfast of eggs, pancakes, yogurt, two protein shakes, and fresh fruit. “You eat as much as you want. You’re feeding twenty little people now. And I don’t want to see you lifting a finger. That’s what you’ve got all of us for.”

Noah, whose initial reaction to the latest pregnancy had been confused amusement, had become an invaluable part of the routine. Despite his laid-back personality, he rose to the occasion like he’d been born for it. He was a surprisingly effective diaper-changer, could burp two babies at once, and often stepped in without being asked.

“Uncle Noah,” he said proudly, cradling baby Matt, “has the magic touch to burp.”

He did more than only take care of the sextuplets—he entertained them with goofy voices, invented little lullaby songs on the fly, and volunteered to hold late-night rocking duty when Hayden and Jake were beyond exhausted. He could’ve been having fun with his friends during summer, but he preferred to help his big bro at home.

Even Mr. Klein, though still clearly processing the surreal reality of his son becoming a human baby machine, stepped into a loving role. He’d been startled at first, but his shock had quickly turned to protectiveness. He rarely said much about the situation, but he came home every day with groceries, diapers, and extra bottles and took long shifts holding babies. He had always been proud of Hayden, and as strange as the situation was, this wasn’t an exception.

With the three of them—Mrs. Klein, Noah, and Mr. Klein—Hayden and Jake had a safety net they hadn’t realized how much they needed. They weren’t alone. And every time Hayden thought he was going to break under the pressure, someone was always there to pick up the pieces. Even James visited once a week. His presence was complicated but welcome. He brought diapers and supplies and always spent time with the sextuplets, never overstepping but never distant either. They had found a friendly cooperation.

But none of that changed the fact that Hayden and Jake were drowning. Sleep was a joke. Every hour or so, one or more babies would wake up. Sometimes it was hunger, but other times, just restlessness. Hayden had taken to keeping two of them in a small bassinet next to the bed so he could nurse while lying down. Even then, he needed Jake to help position him, shift his weight, and occasionally hold the others as they waited.

Every time Hayden lay back down, it took several minutes to find a comfortable position for his swollen belly, which demanded a fortress of pillows to settle when he lay down. And still, the babies inside kicked and wriggled constantly, keeping him from fully resting. He was always tired. Always hungry. Always leaking milk. His emotions swung wildly, from euphoric love for his babies to sobbing over spilled milk.

Then, the chaos peaked on the last day of the first month. Hayden was 36 weeks pregnant with the next pair of babies—Tyler’s twins—weighing 412 pounds on August 11. Jake and Hayden were trying to change the babies into fresh onesies. Hayden sat awkwardly at the edge of the bed, his belly taking up all the room between his knees and chest. Sweat dotted his brow. His massive tits were attached to the milk pumps.

Jake wrestled with a squirmy Sawyer, nearly losing the battle to the chaos.

Hayden’s cheeks flushed, trying not to cry. “They just keep peeing! I can’t get them dressed if they keep peeing!”

Jake let out a long, exasperated sigh and sat down with Sawyer on his lap. “I know. It’s harder than I expected,” he said, after a pause, brushing sweat from his brow and looking down at Hayden’s enormous belly. “So. What now? We have fourteen more on the way.”

Hayden stopped. Just stopped. His breathing was heavy and shallow, his mouth opening as if to say something, but nothing came out. His eyes dropped down, slowly sweeping over the vast terrain of his body—his massive tits and the great mountain of his belly that stretched outward, visibly shifting with the motion of fourteen more babies nestled inside. He brought one trembling hand down and rested it on the top of the swell, feeling the tautness. The gurgling beneath his palm was followed by a sharp jab near his ribs, as if the babies inside were echoing Jake’s question.

His throat tightened. He looked past the vast curve of himself to where Jake sat and then beyond him to the six little cribs lined up in their room. Each one represented a fraction of what was still to come. The thought that they were already parents to six boys and would soon be parents to fourteen more pressed down on him like the weight of a planet.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “We’re out of space. We’re barely keeping up. I can’t walk without holding onto walls. My body—I, Jake, I’m scared.”

Jake reached out and held his hand. “I think we need help,” Jake said. “A nanny, maybe two—so someone’s always awake when we need to sleep. A bigger place because we’re bursting at the seams already, and that’s not even counting the fourteen more on the way. We need schedules—feeding, naps, baths, check-ins. A shared calendar, maybe an app. A financial plan—James is helping, but we need a better plan, maybe crowdfunding or sponsorships. And sleep,” he finished, gently brushing a hand through Hayden’s damp hair. “Somehow, somewhere, we have to get to sleep again.”

Hayden nodded, blinking back tears. “You’re right, but you know it’s not that easy. Even getting a nanny would mean we have to explain that I’m a man who got pregnant with 20 babies from five different men. It’s complicated,” he said, and both laughed. The situation sounded so ridiculous that they couldn’t help but laugh.

“Then we’ll just keep working with what we have. We’ll have two more kids in a month or so, so we had better master the art of handling six babies before we have the twenty here,” Jake said, leaning to kiss Hayden’s lips for the first time in weeks. They had been so exhausted and busy that even simple kissing meant losing too much time. But now, it felt right.

“I’ve missed this,” Hayden said, caressing his belly and feeling his cock throb beneath it, reigniting the passion that has been sleeping due to their battles with fatherhood. “You know, we have only used one of the condoms my dad gave you. We could have some fun, you know,” he added, playfully moving his hand to Jake’s thigh.

Jake pondered his options, looking down at the baby in his arms, who was already dozing off. “You don’t have to ask twice.” He quickly placed the baby in his crib and returned to bed, quickly removing his clothes.

Jake helped Hayden get in a better position for a fuck and then crawled up the bed to get between the thickened thighs. They looked into each other’s eyes, ready for an intense round of sex as Jake put on the condom. But right when Jake’s cock was in line with Hayden’s hole, Hale and Kevin started crying, interrupting the moment and making them laugh.

“I think my dad trained them to interrupt us and avoid having more grandchildren,” Hayden joked, rubbing his belly as Jake leaned forward to kiss it.

“At this pace, we’ll never have sex again for the next eighteen years,” Jake responded, laughing and moving away to put on his clothes and take on his role as a dad.

The chaos continued, but things were slowly, if clumsily, getting better. They were learning the babies’ rhythms. Hayden improved at handling up to four babies at a time. Jake devised a spreadsheet for feeding times, and together they could change six diapers in under twelve minutes.

The feeding marathon had become a near-daily occurrence. It began when all six babies woke up within minutes of each other, red-faced and howling in symphony. Hayden was trapped under the weight of his massive belly and tried to shift into position. His tits were always painfully full and dripping; he fumbled with the nursing pillows.

Jake handed babies to him in pairs. First Matt and Sawyer latched on, sucking eagerly. The pressure released only slightly, and Hayden groaned as milk leaked freely. Meanwhile, Jake held Hale and Cole, bouncing them gently while talking to Kevin and Peter, who waited impatiently in their cribs.

“Switch,” Hayden gasped between breaths, already sweating and dealing with the movement in his belly as he maneuvered to release one baby and latch another. The babies’ wriggling inside him kicked up a storm, their tiny feet jabbing into Hayden’s sore belly, which bulged and shifted like an ocean caught in a storm. Some kicks shot straight to Hayden’s ribs, and he flinched with a wince.

By the time all six were fed, burped, and soothed, Hayden’s hair was plastered to his forehead, and sweat ran down his tits and enormous belly. His breathing was labored, resting one hand over the active swell that continued to shift and shake. He felt like a milk-drenched balloon about to pop.

“That’s always fun to look at,” Jake said, sprawled on the floor beside a mound of burp cloths. “The burping is not fun, though.”

Hayden chuckled, catching his breath. “You have fun, and I’m just a dairy cow.”

They improved at handling the sextuplets, but Hayden still had other things to worry about. The doctor had started coming weekly, keeping a close eye on Hayden’s rapidly growing belly, which was becoming tighter and heavier by the day. At 38 weeks with the twins, Hayden was again approaching critical mass. He groaned with nearly every movement. Sitting upright required careful angling. The babies moved constantly—pressing out limbs, turning, and stretching. They never stopped.

And on top of that, August was ending, and Jake’s return to college loomed like a dark cloud. His junior year began in the second week of September, and the pressure was suffocating. Jake’s parents weren’t aware of the true situation—not of Hayden’s identity, the babies, or that Jake was now a father to six with more on the way. If they found out, they’d cut him off financially, and Jake couldn’t afford to lose his scholarship or housing.

They had argued—gently at first, then with more strain. A very hormonal Hayden couldn’t help his mood swings.

“So you’re just going to leave? While I’m this huge? While I could go into labor any second?” Hayden had snapped, tears streaking down his face while rubbing his belly.

Jake knelt beside him, guilt written in every line of his face. “I don’t want to go. You know I don’t. But if I don’t show up, everything crashes. I’ll lose everything—us, the babies—if I can’t support them. I’m doing this for us, Hayden.”

It didn’t make it easier. Not for Hayden, who spent every waking moment sore, milk-drenched, and swollen, feeling like a breeding cow. And not for Jake, who barely slept, haunted by the thought of missing the birth of his next two children. They weren’t biologically his babies, but just like James, Tyler agreed to help financially while Jake would be the official dad.

Tyler had stayed in contact all along. Especially now, as Hayden’s due date approached. He was starting his senior year in a few weeks, but promised to be there when the twins came. Still, Hayden couldn’t help but feel abandoned. Everyone was leaving, and he still had to deal with the impending labor that terrified him as much as the first.

Some nights, Hayden barely slept as he waited for the unmistakable signs of labor. But the due date arrived—September 8—and nothing happened. But the next morning, September 9, was initially surprisingly calm. Hayden’s parents had taken Noah to buy school supplies. The babies were having a rare, peaceful morning. No screaming. No urgent cries. They lay in their cribs, cooing or sleeping, giving Hayden and Jake something they hadn’t had in weeks—a moment.

Hayden lay on the bed, naked like most mornings, watching his belly and tits rise and fall with each breath. He weighed 451 pounds and looked ripe, ready to explode. Jake sat beside him, gently massaging lotion into his swollen ankles. Then his thighs. Then up to his hips, slowly working the knots out of Hayden’s sore lower middle. Hayden moaned, closing his eyes in bliss.

“Hmm, that feels so good,” Hayden groaned. “You’ve got magic hands.”

Jake chuckled. “I’ve had practice. You’re a full-time massage project.”

Hayden grinned, biting his lip. “I’ll miss you so much. I can’t believe you’re leaving in two days,” he said, taking a deep breath to drown his crying.

Jake’s hand stopped moving. “I don’t think you understand how hard this is for me.” He leaned over, kissing Hayden’s chest. “I’ll miss you so much. I hate that I’ve been too tired, or too stressed, or too busy holding someone else’s butt up during a diaper change to even kiss you properly. I can’t believe we haven’t had sex in so long.”

They laughed softly. Hayden reached down, trying to pull Jake closer, though his belly stood firm between them. Jake leaned forward, with his hands on Hayden’s side, then gradually shifted to position himself between Hayden’s parted legs. Hayden let out a shaky breath. Jake’s gaze swept over him, full of love and desire, silently asking if it was okay. Hayden nodded, overwhelmed by the thought that he might feel Jake’s cock inside him again. Jake gently rested his hands on Hayden’s thighs, trying to make it work despite the near-impossible logistics of Hayden’s belly rising like a full moon between them.

“Maybe now’s the moment,” Hayden whispered. “The babies are quiet. We’re alone.”

Jake smirked. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Maybe—”

But then Hayden gasped. A sharp, unmistakable gush spilled beneath him, soaking the sheets. “Jake—!” he cried, widening his eyes in shock.

Jake froze. “Was that—?”

“My water just broke,” Hayden said, and just like that, the peaceful morning shattered. The twins were coming.

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