Match March: Madness - Part 5

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Wayne’s life continued to change so rapidly and completely that there were days when he woke up and couldn’t believe it was real. In a few short weeks, he had come from an energetic, independent young man with a physically demanding job and a well-fitted wardrobe to become an impossibly pregnant balloon full of life. He felt his body expanding with stunning speed, pushing boundaries he never knew his frame could reach.

His pregnancy was accelerating faster than his wildest dreams—or nightmares. Every day, his reflection grew stranger, fuller, and softer. His belly had become the centerpiece of his body, rounding, tightening, and swelling out from his torso like a massive, overstretched globe that refused to stop growing. The rest of him was quick to follow. His hips had broadened so much that even his new oversized pants—picked up by William—bit into his sides by mid-afternoon. His chest was plush and tender, his thighs constantly rubbed against one another, and his butt had ballooned into a pair of domes that filled out every seat and strained every stitch.

He was always hot, always flushed, and always hungry. His appetite was extreme, and he found himself snacking almost constantly. Salty, sweet, spicy—it didn’t matter, he was starving almost to death. Every craving came with desperation, and he fed them all. He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t just hunger but a deep need to fuel the growth of the dozens of babies inside him.

Each day, a different one of the baby daddies came to see him. They all doted on him in their own way, ensuring he had what he needed and never felt alone. Wayne often didn’t have the energy to do much more than stretch across the couch like a living fertility statue, with his belly high in the air, breathing heavily, and eating nonstop. But when they were with him, he felt supported, even adored.

When he reached 8 weeks pregnant, Wayne tipped the scale at 320 pounds—a 125-pound gain in two months. He waddled more than he walked as his feet spread wide and his belly led the way. Every step required effort. He felt impossibly heavy, and his muscles were constantly sore. His joints ached with the burden of carrying such an enormous weight that still wasn’t done growing. Simple tasks were draining. He had to lean against doorways and kitchen counters to catch his breath. He was lazy by necessity, not by choice.

On the morning of his 8-week checkup, Tyrell came to take him to the clinic. Tyrell arrived early and found Wayne still sitting on the edge of his bed, with his shirt barely covering the dome of his belly and his face flushed from the effort of putting on clothes.

“Hey, big guy,” Tyrell greeted, approaching and wrapping his thin arms around Wayne’s massive belly. “Ready? Let’s get you to that appointment.”

Wayne groaned as he leaned into Tyrell’s support despite the plausible size difference. “Ugh. I don’t want to go. Everything’s swollen. I feel like my whole body’s about to explode. I look like I’m about to burst.”

“You look great,” Tyrell said sweetly, getting on his tiptoes to kiss Wayne’s cheeks once he was on his feet. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”

It took several breathy minutes to get Wayne into the car. Every movement forced a groan or a puff of air from his mouth. Tyrell helped him into the passenger seat, easing the seat back and lifting Wayne’s belly as best he could to help him settle. By the time they were on the road, Wayne was panting, rubbing the underside of his belly with his cheeks flushed. Tyrell reached over and rested a hand over the taut curve, kindly smiling.

“You’re growing so fast,” Tyrell said, caressing Wayne’s belly. “So beautiful.”

Wayne bit his lip hard, stifling a moan as heat spread through his body. He was overheating, sweaty, and flushed, and his shirt clung like a second skin to the round expanse of his belly. And it wasn’t due to exhaustion; it was the response to Tyrell’s touch. Every stroke of Tyrell’s hand ignited a storm beneath his skin. The soft drag of fingertips along his belly sent a jolt straight to his spine, making his cock twitch inside the strained fabric of his briefs and pants, already thickening with helpless horniness.

Wayne didn’t say a word—he couldn’t. He could only lean into the touch, closing his eyes, and instinctively opening his mouth and spreading his thighs like wordlessly offering himself. His body trembled with need as his hormones swirled wildly, and Tyrell’s caress sent sparks across his skin like fire. He needed more—but even now, this was bliss. And he couldn’t help but chase it, trembling with desire.

When they arrived at the clinic, Tyrell helped Wayne out of the car and held his hand all the way into the building. The receptionist couldn’t help but gasp at how huge Wayne looked, but she knew better than to make her shock that obvious. The doctor was already waiting in the room, prepping the equipment for the appointment.

“Good morning, Wayne. And you must be Tyrell. Wayne said you were coming when I called him. Ready to see how things are progressing?”

Wayne nodded, settling into the exam bed with Tyrell’s help and groaning nonstop. The doctor went through the usual routine—measuring his belly, checking his blood pressure, listening to his heart and lungs, and feeling for tender spots.

“Still no stretch marks, huh? You’re lucky,” the doctor remarked. “Your skin’s doing a fantastic job accommodating the growth.”

Wayne chuckled breathlessly. “Feels like I’m inflating by the hour.”

Then, it was time for the sonogram. Tyrell lifted Wayne’s shirt, and the doctor spread gel across the globe of his belly, and the screen lit up in waves of grayscale.

The doctor’s eyebrows lifted as he moved the transducer over the skin. “Well, the smaller batch we noted earlier—those are triplets, for sure. They look healthy.” He pointed to the clustered flickers. “And this here. That’s at least sixteen in this grouping.”

“Sixteen?” Wayne said, shocked.

“At least. There are so many shapes together in these overlapping clusters that I can’t count them all. But everything looks healthy, and fluid levels are good,” the doctor said, clearly shocked but remaining professional. “The whole pregnancy is beyond remarkable.”

Wayne sighed in relief and disbelief. “Yeah, remarkable. I don’t think that word covers how this whole thing feels.”

“You’re doing incredibly well, Wayne. I’ll prescribe additional vitamins and suggest a higher calorie intake. Keep that protein up, and you’ll be fine.” Once the doctor excused himself for his next appointment, Wayne lay back, still digesting the news.

Tyrell walked around the bed, smirking and slowly locking the door before leaning closer to whisper, “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” Wayne said, closing his eyes. “It’s still hard to believe I have so many babies inside me. It’s crazy.”

Tyrell listened while reaching beneath the exam bed and pulled out the stirrups he knew were there. He wasn’t a doctor but knew all the equipment due to his job. “Relax for a moment. Let’s get you comfortable,” he grinned, slowly pulling Wayne’s pants and underwear off before gently guiding his feet into the stirrups.

Wayne gasped softly as the position forced his thighs wide apart, slightly elevating his hips. The stretch made him groan—not from pain, but from an odd, overwhelming sensation of relief and exposure. The support beneath his calves and the spread of his legs made him feel oddly open and vulnerable—and aroused. His breath caught in his throat, and his fingers tightened against the bed.

Tyrell adjusted the stirrups and lowered the back of the bed so Wayne’s body was reclined, with his belly high and thighs parted. Then, without a word, Tyrell positioned himself between Wayne’s legs, admiring the thickened body before him. His hands went straight to Wayne’s belly, gently moving over the taut skin.

Wayne trembled as the heat of Tyrell’s palms, the position, and the intense storm of hormones wracked his body and made every nerve-ending buzz with desperate need. He didn’t speak, didn’t dare. But his body told the truth: his hips rocked subtly upward, and his cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. He arched into Tyrell’s touch as a pleading gasp escaped his mouth. Tyrell’s hands slid lower, massaging Wayne’s inner thighs and making him whimper helplessly.

Wayne closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation. “Please… I need you. I can’t take it. Please, Tyrell…”

Tyrell didn’t hesitate and stepped back only enough to unfasten his belt and push his pants down, revealing his hardening cock that quickly reached 13 inches long. He climbed back between Wayne’s legs, gripping his thighs firmly, and leaned forward.

“Don’t moan, or you’ll alert the doctor,” Tyrell whispered. “I know what you need.”

Tyrell slowly pushed his cock into Wayne’s hole, and despite the warning, the sounds of breathless moans and pants soon filled the room. Wayne clutched at the bed beneath him, drowning in the overwhelming sensation of a cock stretching his guts. His belly trembled with Tyrell’s thrusts, making him feel like his body would burst with bliss. His own cock reacted to the sensation by leaking more precum, but what Tyrell’s cock did was far more intense.

Wayne struggled to suppress his moans as Tyrell kept going. The pounding was steady, but only a few minutes later, Tyrell sped up, aware they didn’t have much time in the doctor’s office. His cock throbbed hard inside Wayne, and his balls felt full, a reaction to how horny the pregnant man got him. So, before they could let themselves sink deeper into the moment, Tyrell shot his load deep into Wayne, making the belly feel tighter and fuller.

A while later, they exited the office, and Wayne was breathless, and his cheeks were pink. His belly felt tighter than when he walked in, making every step a new effort, but he couldn’t stop smiling. He couldn’t help but look down at Tyrell’s body and grin. He needed more.

*

In the days that followed, Wayne couldn’t stop thinking about the sonogram. Dozens of babies. He couldn’t help but wonder how big he would get. He was literally inflating by the day. Every morning, he woke up heavier, wider, and rounder. His belly pushed higher and farther from his body, his hips creaked when he rolled over in bed, and his appetite was bottomless. He could feel the weight gain happening in real-time.

His skin was always overheated. He was flushed constantly, his nipples hypersensitive, thighs tingling. His hormones were through the roof, and he felt like he could burst if he didn’t get touched often enough.

A week after the appointment, Brett came to visit. Wayne was 9 weeks pregnant and weighed 338 pounds. He was sprawled on the couch, bare except for a pair of overstretched briefs that barely clung to his widened hips. His skin was flushed and glistening. One of his hands lazily traced the curve of his enormous belly. His eyes were half-lidded as he dealt with the haze of hormones and fatigue.

When the door opened, Brett stepped inside, wearing a snug flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick forearms dusted with hair. He carried bags of food and several gallons of milk as if they weighed nothing. The scent of something masculine clung to him, making Wayne take a deep breath and shiver in bliss.

Wayne’s mouth watered—not only for the food but for Brett. His pulse quickened. The broad shoulders, the sturdy hairy chest, and how his jeans hugged his thighs made Wayne’s body hum. He watched Brett unload groceries in the kitchen, observing how the muscles shifted under the flannel with each casual movement. Wayne’s heart thumped a little faster with every deep breath he took of Brett’s scent.

He felt a heat spreading low in his belly. It was the hormones. It had to be hormones, he kept telling himself. But it was more than that. It was lust, desire, and a desperate need to feel Brett’s body closer. His skin prickled, his nipples tightened against the air, and a soft moan escaped him before he could stop it. Brett turned at the sound, raising his eyebrows.

Wayne blushed but didn’t look away. Brett’s eyes flicked down the exposed pregnant body—over the vast belly, the softened thighs and chest, the overall size of him sprawled across the couch like an unavoidable offering. Brett couldn’t help but smirk with desire, but he said nothing and set the last of the groceries down.

Wayne swallowed hard, flushed and desperate. He was aching to be touched.

“You look like you’re growing nicely,” Brett said as he returned to the living room, settling beside Wayne and draping his thick arm around his shoulder. He automatically moved his hand to Wayne’s belly, gently rubbing it.

“I feel like I’m growing too fast. It’s overwhelming,” Wayne said, looking at his middle. “And it made me wonder if your offer is still open. About me moving to your barn.”

Brett’s face lit up. “Of course. You can move in with me any time. I’ll get the place ready. You’ll have more space—which I think you’ll need, more privacy, and the others can still visit.”

Wayne smiled and sighed. “I’m getting too big for this place.”

“I know. And I also know exactly how to care for someone in your condition,” Brett said, playfully patting Wayne’s belly. “I can tell you’d enjoy a massage right now.”

Brett helped Wayne shift onto his side, kneading the sore muscles with his large hands as his fingers firmly worked over the tight curves of Wayne’s lower back and hips. Wayne moaned and arched his back as he pushed into the touch, overcome with heat. The sensation was electric. Brett’s hands were like fire, igniting every nerve ending Wayne had. His nipples tingled, followed by an intense flush that spread from his neck to his chest.

Horniness overwhelmed him. His cock stirred inside the tight fabric of his briefs, hardening with each slow rub of Brett’s hands. His balls felt ready to burst, intensifying the swelling sensation they had had for weeks. By the time Brett’s hands slid lower, working the base of Wayne’s spine and the aching rise of his butt, Wayne was panting and trembling under the touch. The fabric of his briefs was damp with precum and snug over his hard-on, barely containing it as it pulsed between his legs. Brett paused briefly, smirking as he noticed Wayne’s flushed, needy look.

Wayne could barely speak, but he begged for more. “Please, Brett. I need you.”

Brett chuckled low in his throat and helped Wayne out of his briefs before guiding him to get on his knees and lean against the couch as his belly swayed heavily beneath him. Brett’s hands pressed into the plush swell of Wayne’s hips, digging his thumbs into the aching muscle. Wayne shuddered at the contact, and his body heated up in need.

Wayne panted and moaned as his hips trembled under the pressure. His whole body flushed with heat, and he whimpered when Brett’s thumbs pressed just below the rise of his ass cheeks, where everything was tight and overworked.

“Brett,” Wayne gasped, “Please—I can’t... I’m burning up. I need you inside me.”

Brett leaned forward, smiling against Wayne’s ear. “Are you sure?”

Wayne nodded frantically, grinding back with desperation.

Without another word, Brett stood, quickly unbuckling his belt. He stripped in a blink, dropping his pants and underwear and revealing his 11-inch-long cock, already thick and hard, ready to fuck Wayne’s needy body. He knelt behind Wayne, gripping the curve of his hips as he pushed forward, sliding his cock into Wayne’s squirming hole.

Wayne let out a cry as Brett entered him, trembling violently and instinctively pushing his hips backward in desperate need of more. Brett moved slowly at first, groaning as his powerful thrusts made Wayne moan uncontrollably. Brett’s hands never left Wayne’s hips, steadying him and helping him pound harder and faster. His hips slapped against Wayne’s thick ass, making the sound echo in the room along with the moans.

Wayne gasped with pleasure as every movement sent jolts through his overstimulated, horny body. His belly bounced with each thrust as the weight of his pregnancy only amplified the intensity. He came quickly. His cock twitched untouched as pleasure spread through him like thunder. Brett followed soon after, shooting a massive load into Wayne’s guts with a guttural growl. He could hear Wayne moan even louder as his belly tightened with the load. It was a slight but undeniable inflation caused by the amount of cum entering his body.

They collapsed together, still sweat-soaked and breathless, and Brett wrapped his arms around Wayne’s belly, with his cock still plugged in, enjoying the blissful afterglow.

Later, Wayne lay stretched out, sweaty, breathless, hands still on his belly as Brett dressed and prepared to leave.

“I’ll have everything ready in a couple of days,” Brett said with a wink.

Wayne nodded, dazed but glowing, already missing a cock inside his hole. Moving to Brett’s farm wasn’t an easy decision, but he was bound to get huge, so he better prepared for it before he got too big to leave the apartment.

*

Wayne’s growth didn’t slow down—not even a bit. He woke up heavier and wider each morning, and his belly swelled out further than the night before. The strain was visible in every motion he made. He grunted softly when rolling to his side. His belly pushed outward in all directions, and the skin stretched taut and glossy. His chest was puffy and sensitive, and his hips kept thickening. But Wayne wasn’t alone.

William had become the master of Wayne’s comfort. He took over making sure the bed was always fresh and layered with soft blankets and pillows. Kevin was quick to act when Wayne needed something and soon became Wayne’s shadow during the afternoons when his wife and kids were busy. Henry was the one who always took charge of Wayne’s daily hygiene routine since the pregnant man no longer had the flexibility to do much on his own. Brett handled the meals, making Wayne moan with the delicious food and laugh with his comments. And Tyrell managed his prenatal vitamins and the general care about the pregnancy, directing the whole operation.

It required a whole team to keep Wayne satisfied, and the team worked efficiently as Wayne’s belly pushed outward past the limits of even the largest shirts. His thighs rubbed constantly, his ass had plumped so large and heavy that chairs needed cushions, and his center of gravity had shifted. His balls were swollen from the hormonal cocktail that surged through him, inflating with cum, hanging lower by the day, and making walking an ordeal.

By the time he reached twelve weeks, Wayne weighed 392 pounds. It was more than double his former weight, and his belly now protruded nearly three feet from his body in front, smooth and rounded like an over-inflated beach ball, heavier than anything he could have imagined. His legs were wide-set, calves thick, and hips so vast he barely fit through doors anymore. His balls had grown so large they looked like overinflated basketballs, with so much cum sloshing inside that when he walked, everybody could hear it.

Moving him was no longer a one-man job. The night of the move to Brett’s farm required engineering and patience. They had to do it when everybody was asleep to avoid making a scene. The five men assembled in Wayne’s room, prepping everything. Getting him out of bed was the first challenge. It took Henry and Kevin at his sides to steady him while Brett and William carefully shifted his belly so he could lean forward. Every inch forward made Wayne grunt and pant as his swollen balls bumped his thighs.

“You’re doing great,” Tyrell said, guiding Wayne and the others as they moved.

Once Wayne stood, a full minute passed while he adjusted to his weight. His thighs trembled slightly under him. They moved slowly, each of the dads keeping pace with him down the hallway, turning carefully so Wayne didn’t knock into the walls. Brett had prepared his SUV; the wide backseat had multiple pillows already laid out.

Getting Wayne into the vehicle took all five men. They helped him step onto a small platform, then gently eased him sideways, belly-first, through the open door. Wayne groaned the whole way down, wincing as the seat pushed up against his belly and his ass wedged tight into it. His swollen balls settled heavily between his legs, dangerously close to being crushed under the immense weight of his belly.

The ride to the farm was slow. But every bump and every shift of the road made Wayne feel like a deep vibration in his stretched abdomen. He breathed shallowly, resting one hand on his belly as the other braced himself to steady his body on the seat.

“I feel like I’m going to burst,” Wayne whispered.

“We’re almost there,” Brett said, looking at a flushed Wayne in the rearview mirror.

Wayne’s eyes widened in awe when they arrived at the barn-style house. They had renovated the place with him in mind, and the dedication showed in every thoughtful detail. The floor plan was entirely open, without a single narrow hallway in sight—only a vast, flowing space that allowed Wayne to move freely without knocking into walls or furniture. The hardwood floors gleamed, softened by thick rugs that felt plush underfoot, and massive windows stretched from floor to ceiling to allow the sunlight to enter the space during the day.

There was a massive custom bed in one corner. It was big enough to fit all five dads and Wayne, and silken sheets covered the mattress, surrounded by side tables holding bottles of lotion, water, and snacks. Nearby, there was an oversized reclining chair with a built-in massage system and another station outfitted like a pampering spot. The bathroom was open and spacious, with a walk-in shower with a bench and multi-directional sprayers, clearly made for comfort and accessibility. Everything—from the soft ambient lighting to the gentle scent of lavender in the air—made Wayne feel at home, safe, and cherished.

Wayne waddled inside and immediately heard surprised voices.

“Wayne?”

He looked up and saw them—some of his old fire station crew. Five of them, all looking wide-eyed and stunned. Jake, Matt, Reese, Ted, and Owen.

“Damn…” Reese said, looking at Wayne’s rounded belly.

Kevin stepped forward, smiling. “They offered to help. Thought it might be good for you to see some familiar faces.”

Wayne flushed but smiled at his friends. “Hey, guys…”

Jake laughed. “You look bigger than our old fire truck.”

“Or the whole station,” Owen added, but with affection.

They approached and helped settle Wayne into the bed—just in time. The moment his weight hit the mattress, there was a loud RIP, and his pants tore straight down the back. The room fell silent before bursting into laughter.

Matt leaned in. “Dude. That couldn’t have been timed better.”

Wayne, breathless and red-faced, groaned and laughed. “I knew they were too tight.”

Ted whistled, stepping up behind Wayne and glancing at the exposed flesh. “Dude. I always teased you about the bubble butt. But this is a whole other level. Isn’t it hard? All of this?” he asked.

Wayne didn’t hesitate. “It is, but getting this big is not the worst part. The hormones and the horniness are driving me crazy.”

Every man in the room froze, and Jake raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Wayne gasped. “The hormones. I’m constantly horny. It’s maddening,” he said, slightly shifting in bed and making his now-exposed butt jiggle.

A quiet gasp escaped Matt’s lips, and Wayne saw the bulge in his pants. It pressed against the fabric, growing with every second. Wayne’s breath caught in his throat as his body reacted with an overwhelming flush of heat. He bit his lower lip, involuntarily twitching his hips.

Matt stepped forward and teasingly nudged the front of his hips against Wayne’s exposed butt. The pressure sent a jolt through Wayne’s entire frame. He gasped, and the crewmates noticed. The warm contact, combined with the hormones coursing through his overburdened body, pushed Wayne to the edge of his restraint.

“Oh, please…” he whispered, without even thinking about it. “That felt great. Would you do something for me?”

The men looked at each other, stunned, and understood what Wayne needed. They had known Wayne for years. He was their brother-in-arms, and now he was swollen beyond possibilities, begging for something they were more than willing to give.

Ted stepped forward, quickly removing his clothes to reveal his broad shoulders, trim waist, sturdy hips, and 10-inch long thick cock. Wayne gave him a tiny nod, trembling, as the man gently climbed onto the reinforced bed. Ted positioned himself behind Wayne, steadying his hands on the curve of Wayne’s waist. He carefully entered Wayne, and the stretch drew a guttural moan from his throat. Wayne’s hips instinctively pushed back as the contact sent a rush of overwhelming need through his overstimulated body.

Owen followed, removing his clothes to reveal his powerful hairy body and his thick cock, as big as Ted’s. He climbed into bed and pressed close against Wayne’s butt. He kissed the back of Wayne’s neck gently before guiding his cock into Wayne’s squirming hole. Wayne gasped, arching his back as his belly jostled. The man’s thrusts made Wayne moan, and the others quickly removed their clothes, ready for their turn. Each had bodies as perfectly sculpted as Wayne’s had been before the pregnancy and cocks almost identical in length and thickness.

Each man took his turn, driven by camaraderie but also a deep desire to enjoy the biggest ass they had seen. Wayne responded with gasping sobs, shaking cries, choked whispers of thanks, or loud demands for more. By the time the five men were done, Wayne could feel all their cum stretching him a bit more, making him smile at what his mates had done for him.

Afterward, they held him, wrapping their arms around his impossibly swollen middle. They stroked his belly, and eventually, the firefighters helped him get comfortable and said their goodbyes, giving warm hugs and promises to visit again.

With his crewmates gone and their loads deep inside him, Wayne lay back on the bed, drifting one hand to his belly. He caressed the massive globe gently, feeling the weight of it and the tightness. Then, he looked up at the five men around him. The father of his babies. William. Kevin. Henry. Brett. Tyrell.

Each of them had given him everything he needed. But he couldn’t help but wonder—deep down—if there could be something more with any of them. He wondered if he could get into something more serious with one of them. He didn’t know yet. But he had time to find out before all the babies were born.

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