Match March: Madness - Part 4

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After Wayne talked with five of the six fathers of his babies—enough to make him feel supported—he went to the fire station to take a difficult but necessary step in the madness he had gotten into. He sat in his car outside the fire station for a while, absentmindedly rubbing circles over his belly. The sensation of his once-loose hoodie stretched taut over his middle made him chuckle as it did nothing to hide the monumental swell beneath. With a deep sigh, he gathered his courage, stepped out, and waddled heavily up the path toward the station doors.

The weight of his pregnancy had become overwhelming. Gaining 60 pounds in four weeks was too much for his body, but he was slowly getting used to it. He moved slowly now, more carefully. His thick thighs brushed against each other, and his hips swayed with the natural counterbalance his belly required. His butt was rounder and more prominent from the strain of carrying so much weight up front, making his sweatpants ride low in the back and almost tearing at the seams. The simple act of walking into the station felt like hauling a boulder.

When he entered, the station was quiet except for the soft sound of the vending machine and some voices in the common area. A few of the guys looked up—and froze. The sight of Wayne’s changed body made their jaws slacken. Even the oversized hoodie couldn’t disguise the curve of his belly, the breadth of his hips, or the softened shape of his chest. He had been trying to hide it all—not that he could, but now it was way too obvious.

Chief Parker, a tall, burly, hairy man, stepped out from the kitchen, mug in hand, and blinked in stunned silence. A few crewmates approached, equally shocked and confused. They had seen Wayne getting thicker over the last few weeks, but for an unknown reason, now he looked different. It was like he had embraced this new roundness.

Wayne cleared his throat awkwardly. “Hey, Chief. I came to say I probably won’t be able to return for a while. Medical reasons.”

Parker raised a brow, looking him up and down. “Medical, huh?” he asked, unconvinced.

Wayne nodded, unable to suppress a grin as his hands settled instinctively over the firm roundness of his belly. He gave it a soft rub, a gesture far too affectionate to be anything but revealing. The silence in the room thickened—no one said a word. A few of his crewmates exchanged wide-eyed looks, and one of them gently nudged the other, who mouthed a quiet “no way.” Their banter about Wayne’s belly now turned into expressions of shock.

“Alright,” Torres finally said, sipping from his mug. “Take all the time you need. We’ll keep your gear warm.”

Wayne smiled and exhaled in relief. As he turned to leave, the guys gave him small nods and smiles. No one questioned it, even though they all knew. Somehow, they understood—and they let him go with quiet dignity. He stepped back into the daylight, caressing the curve of his belly again. Taking a deep breath, he waddled to his car, unaware of what to do next. If he had grown so much in four weeks, the coming months were going to be wild.

**

Every morning, he woke up heavier. His body was changing faster than he could mentally catch up with. Walking from one side of the apartment to the other made him pant, and standing too long made his lower back ache so fiercely he’d have to lean against walls to keep upright. The babies inside him were growing at a pace that defied logic—the whole situation defied logic, and his body was barely keeping up.

When Wayne reached five weeks pregnant, he had gained another sixteen pounds in only seven days. That brought him to 270 pounds. The weight gain wasn’t just numbers—it showed on every inch of his frame. His belly had pushed outward so far that his once roomy hoodies now clung to him like shrink-wrap, riding up over the underside of his taut, round middle. His sweatpants strained around his thighs and hips, and the waistband folded under the slope of his growing belly, incapable of handling his girth.

He had tried to make it work. Really, he had. Oversized shirts and stretchy pants. But there was no denying it now—he had outgrown everything. So when William offered to take him shopping, Wayne agreed—under some conditions.

“I’m not going into a maternity store,” Wayne huffed, waddling toward the door while holding his back with one hand and supporting his belly with the other. “I’m not some glowing woman in a sundress about to host a baby shower. I’m a man. I’m pregnant with—who knows how many—and I can’t even walk straight, but I’m still a man.”

William chuckled, gently grabbing the door for him. “Alright, alright. We’ll go somewhere better. Big guy store, promise.”

The store smelled faintly of cologne, fresh cotton, and wood. The ceilings were high, and the racks were wide and sturdy—clearly built for men who had outgrown the mainstream. Wayne felt immediately better walking in. No pastel signs, no chirpy pregnant mannequins. Only clothes built for bodies like his and William’s.

“I’ll take care of this,” William said, eyes scanning the aisles. “Let’s get you some real comfort. Stretch waistbands. Long tees. Maybe something with buttons you can actually close.”

Wayne grumbled but secretly felt relieved. The air conditioning was strong here, and after waddling down the car lot, his swollen ankles and hips needed the break. William picked out a few relaxed-fit joggers and T-shirts with reinforced seams. Wayne spotted a soft-knit hoodie that looked promising and snatched it up before he could change his mind.

The changing room was spacious, thankfully. Wayne peeled off his too-tight sweatpants and hoodie, sighing as his belly was finally free from the compression. The firm globe of it jutted out in front of him, with the skin taut and flushed. Even standing, it was impossible to miss how heavy it looked—how it shifted slightly when he moved.

William stood nearby, patiently handing him garments one by one. “Here, try the XXL first. We’ll work our way up.”

Wayne tugged on a pair of black stretch joggers. They slid up smoothly, fitting snugly around his widened hips and thick ass without strangling him. The T-shirt that followed was roomy enough to drape over the curve of his belly, soft and breathable. Finally, he didn’t feel squeezed into his own skin.

He turned to the mirror, admiring the new fit. “Okay. It is definitely better.”

William stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around Wayne and moving his big hands to rest on Wayne’s hips. “You look amazing,” he said quietly, looking at the reflection of both their bodies in the mirror. William’s body was bigger in most parts, but the pregnant belly was the center of their attention.

Wayne blushed but didn’t move. William’s touch eased some of the pressure that had built up over the day. His aching back relaxed slightly, and the sore ligaments around his hips pulsed with relief. William’s hands slowly began to massage his sides, easing the pressure, the tension. But more than anything, the soft touch made Wayne’s hormonal body hyper-horny.

Wayne sighed. “That feels good. Really good.”

“I can tell,” William chuckled, pressing his bulge a little firmer into Wayne’s bubble butt. His cock stirred in his pants, and it was all it took for the pregnant man to give in.

Wayne’s breath hitched. He closed his eyes and let himself melt into the touch. He wasn’t even trying to be seductive—he just needed William’s cock. His hands instinctively reached for the back of his pants, and pulling at the waistband, he lowered them and exposed his rounded and needed ass. “Please.” It was all he could say.

“Here?” William asked, smirking.

Wayne nodded and leaned forward against the mirror, using the wall for support as William lowered the front of his own pants to expose his 27-inch-long cock and huge balls. Wayne was panting in desperation, so William didn’t hesitate to push his massive cock between the plush ass cheeks, making the pregnant man softly moan. They were in a public place, so no matter how desperate and horny Wayne felt, he tried to drown his moans and groans.

William pounded hard, firmly grabbing Wayne’s hips for support as his cock leaked pre-cum like a faucet. Wayne’s eyes roll in his head, and he can’t help but groan as he feels his abdomen getting tauter. The sensation intensified when William thrust hard, and his cock shot a wave of cum so thick that Wayne almost passed out from the sensation of his belly inflating with such a massive cum load.

A while later, they emerged from the changing room. Wayne was flushed, and his hoodie was like a second skin over his recently inflated middle. He rubbed his belly absentmindedly, which looked slightly higher and firmer than before as if the babies had taken the opportunity to shift positions to give space to the sea of cum pooling in his guts. But at least he had new clothes. And with them, a small flicker of confidence.

**

The days passed, and the changes and struggles continued. When Wayne hit six weeks, he had ballooned to 287 pounds. He could feel every single one of them. His pregnancy symptoms were still intense—especially the hunger. The cravings were nonstop. He could finish an entire tray of lasagna and still need dessert fifteen minutes later. He was constantly starving, as if the dozens of babies inside him had synced their tiny appetites into one ravenous force.

Wayne went through his pantry in two days. But he felt too clumsy and awkward to go outside to get more food alone. Thankfully, Kevin offered to take him grocery shopping, telling his wife he needed to help a friend—which was partly true. Wayne agreed without hesitation.

Kevin was patient and kind and never commented on how Wayne’s gait had turned into a full-on pregnant waddle, even though the sight turned him on. Each step swayed Wayne’s hips from side to side. His belly bounced gently with the motion as one hand usually braced its underside, and the other hand cradled his lower back.

“Alright, big guy,” Kevin said with a grin as he pushed the cart. “We’re shopping for dozens of little ones and a bottomless stomach. We need lots of food.”

Kevin handled the carts with the efficiency of a man who had done this a dozen times before—because he had. With years of experience supporting his own wife through multiple pregnancies, he knew every little trick to make things easier. He pushed the cart just ahead of Wayne’s waddling steps, never too far, always within reach if Wayne needed to steady himself. When Wayne paused to lean against the side of the aisle, groaning softly from the pressure on his hips and lower back, Kevin was already there, one hand on the cart, the other on Wayne’s back, massaging it with his strong fingers.

Kevin knew where to press—the lower spine, sides of the hips, and the base of the ribs where the growing belly tugged uncomfortably. “Deep breaths,” he’d say. “I’ve got you. Let the weight go for a second.”

He reached high shelves without Wayne needing to ask, lifted heavy items into the cart without a word, and crouched to grab things down low so Wayne wouldn’t struggle or bend. Every now and then, he rubbed soothing circles at the small of Wayne’s back while talking about what to pick—bananas for potassium, protein bars for quick energy, and crackers for when the nausea hit hard.

“Let’s keep snacks at arm’s reach in every room,” Kevin said with a fatherly smile. “It’ll help. Trust me.”

Wayne leaned heavily on the cart, flushed and panting but grateful beyond words. “Can’t believe how much I’m eating,” Wayne moaned. “I feel like a planet.”

Kevin chuckled. “You look like a really handsome planet. Round and radiant.”

Wayne snorted. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll waddle out of here redder than a tomato.”

When they reached the checkout, they had two carts loaded with food. But Wayne suddenly winced and shifted his legs. His bladder had no patience anymore. It was always full and urgent for release. “I need a bathroom now.”

Kevin nodded. “Come on.”

The trip to the restroom was slow. Once inside, Kevin stayed with him. By now, they both knew Wayne needed help—especially with how round and heavy his belly had gotten. Wayne refused to sit to pee; he said he wanted to keep some dignity as a man, even if his belly looked like it was hiding a beach ball. Kevin helped without a second thought. He carefully lowered Wayne’s joggers, gently supporting the waistband as it caught on Wayne’s hips. Then, kneeling slightly to get into position, Kevin reached in to hold Wayne’s cock for him, helping to aim it toward the bowl.

Wayne was flushed and breathless and leaned back slightly for balance. It was awkward but necessary as his bladder finally felt comfortably empty. Wayne kept one hand on his belly while bracing against the wall, trying not to wince at the relief. When he was finally done, Kevin helped him clean up and tugged his joggers back into place, ensuring the waistband sat comfortably beneath his belly.

Wayne sighed, inclining against the sink. “This is so hard. Everything’s harder now.”

Kevin stepped behind him, gently kissing his cheek and wrapping his arms around Wayne’s belly from behind. “But you’re doing it. And you look fantastic.”

Wayne melted against him, involuntarily arching his back when he felt Kevin’s body against him. The touch, the warmth, the hormones—it all flooded him at once. His breathing quickened as the tension that had been rising every time Kevin touched him finally peaked. He instinctively reached behind to lower the back of his joggers, seeking relief, a little skin-to-skin grounding.

The hormonal heat inside him was overwhelming—his body flushed, overstimulated. Kevin stepped closer, pressing his bulge against Wayne’s broad backside. Wayne whimpered softly, slightly pushing his hips backward and leaning against the sink, needing the closeness, the heat, and the meat in Kevin’s pants. Kevin smirked and slowly let his pants fall to the ground, revealing his 16-inch hard cock, ready to satisfy Wayne’s needs.

Kevin didn’t lose time. He shoved his cock into Wayne’s hole, making him tremble and moan as his body finally got what it wanted so badly. It was hard to drown out his moans, but Wayne didn’t want to make a scene in the grocery store. However, as Kevin pounded hard into him, leaking pre-cum into his guts, Wayne couldn’t help but pant heavily, almost breathless. The sensation was too good and intoxicating to worry too much about it.

Kevin fucked him hard—as hard as the day they met at the fire station. This time, the tension was more intense due to Wayne’s hormones, and his body was softer under Kevin’s touch, but the passion and the desire were there. It was similar to their first time, and the flow of cum that Kevin pumped into Wayne was as thick and strong as the first, inflating Wayne’s belly as William had done a week ago.

When they exited the bathroom and headed to the checkout, Wayne was again flushed and sweating. His belly was visibly tauter and fuller, stretching his new hoodie tightly over his middle. But his smile showed how much he enjoyed the madness he had gotten into.

**

Despite all the struggles, Wayne decided it was for the best if he enjoyed the pregnancy, the hormones, and the presence of five of the six daddies. At seven weeks, he weighed 303 pounds. His body ached under the strain. His belly had ballooned more. His ass had grown wider. His chest had softened, thickening subtly under his shirts, and his thighs chafed unless he waddled wide-legged. Even his balls had continued to swell uncomfortably as the hormonal storm inside him threw everything off balance.

Considering all the struggles, Henry arrived one afternoon with a toolbox in hand. His massive frame filled the doorway, leaving Wayne breathless. “I’m installing a handrail in the bathroom. You need it,” he said simply as he entered the apartment.

Wayne didn’t argue. He sat nearby on a cushioned bench, flushed and uncomfortable in a visibly pregnant pose—legs spread, back deeply arched for relief, hands bracing the underside of his massive belly. Sweat glistened on his forehead and down his neck, soaking the collar of his shirt. The babies inside him were pressing higher today, and the taut dome of his belly was so large he couldn’t see past it. Every breath made his ribs stretch.

He watched Henry work, unable to look away. With each swing of the drill or turn of a screw, Henry’s back and shoulders flexed beneath the sunlight. His alabaster skin glinted like marble, and the thick bulge beneath his jeans jostled each time he crouched low or stood tall. Wayne swallowed hard, biting his lower lip as heat flushed through him—a wave of hormonal horniness he couldn’t fight. His thighs rubbed together instinctively as his belly heaved with his panting breath. He tried to adjust discreetly in his seat, pulling at the hem of his shirt, but his body betrayed him.

Henry finished in less than an hour, then turned and studied Wayne with his intense, sapphire-blue eyes. He immediately noticed Wayne’s flushed color. “You look sore.”

Wayne chuckled. “I am sore.”

Henry offered a hand, openly smirking. “Come on. Let me help.”

Wayne allowed Henry to guide him to the bed. Henry helped him lie back, carefully looking for the most comfortable position Wayne could get in. Henry smiled and removed Wayne’s clothes, promising a massage that the pregnant guy couldn’t refuse.

Henry’s massage was deeply attentive. He started with Wayne’s sides, carefully working his thumbs along the stretched ligaments that anchored the massive belly in place. Wayne groaned softly as Henry’s hands moved slowly, right where the pressure was worst. Then, Henry’s hands moved lower over Wayne’s widened hips, easing the soreness in the tendons with sweeping motions.

Henry didn’t miss a spot—he kneaded the thick muscles of Wayne’s thighs and calves, which had grown heavy from the constant waddle. Even Wayne’s swollen feet got attention. Henry rubbed each arch and toe, massaging until Wayne melted under his touch. The tension left him in waves as his breath slowed, and his body sank deeper into the mattress as he surrendered to the comfort.

When Henry kissed his belly, Wayne’s mind snapped. Wayne shifted, flushed, as the massage and hormones overwhelmed him. The deep kneading of his hips and thighs, how Henry’s thumbs had worked into every sore joint—it had all made his body hum with heat. His breath was shallow. A low, needy sound escaped his throat as he tilted his hips and slowly opened his legs for Henry.

Henry’s gaze darkened with lust. His lips curled into a grin as something primal stirred inside him. He leaned in, firmly kissing Wayne’s lips as if claiming him. The kiss was gentle at first, then deepened as Wayne whimpered against him. Henry’s hands spread over Wayne’s sides before sliding beneath his thighs. The heat of his body overwhelmed Wayne as he climbed over him, settling his weight carefully so as not to press too hard against his round belly.

Wayne spread his legs as his body ached for contact, for Henry’s cock. He moaned into the kiss, gripping Henry’s shirt. The hormones fogged everything, making his skin hypersensitive. “Please,” Wayne said, feeling Henry’s bulge against his thigh.

Henry grinned and quickly removed his pants. He immediately shoved his 25-inch-long cock into Wayne’s horny hole. The pounding started right after, and Wayne barely had time to process all the sensations coursing through his body as Henry went into full force and full speed within seconds. This time, Wayne could moan as loud as he wanted. The risks of his neighbors listening were unimportant because he was in the privacy of his apartment. And with Henry’s raw dominance leading the way, it wasn’t like he had other options but to moan and enjoy.

The weight and pressure within his belly grew more intense as Henry pounded and leaked like a faucet, leaving Wayne barely conscious. The pregnant belly felt like a time bomb as it inflated again, reaching a ready-to-burst point when Henry shot his actual load into Wayne’s guts. The flow felt like a firehose trying to suffocate the fire within Wayne’s horny body, but the fullness only made him long for more.

A while later, Henry left quietly after helping Wayne back into his clothes. Wayne lay back on the couch, flushed and damp with sweat, rubbing his belly with both hands. It was firmer. Heavier. Tighter. And he still wanted more.

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