Match March: Madness - Part 3

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The first few days after his chaotic day of six dates were surprisingly uneventful compared to what he had done on March 31. After waking the morning after with the heavy slosh of cum still seated deep in his belly, he had assumed it would take a few days for his abdomen to shrink back to normal. His taut belly felt odd, but the sensation reminded him of the six men, six cocks, and six cum loads that had left him like this.

Wayne couldn’t help but chuckle at his rounded shape as he pulled on his fitted grey T-shirt for his shift at the fire station. The bloating had decreased slightly—just slightly. It wasn’t much, but as he palmed the heavy dome, it didn’t feel as tight as the night before. He wasn’t deflating like a balloon but more like a tank slowly losing pressure. The slosh was still there, but it was no longer as loud or insistent as it had been. He didn’t know it, but his body was already processing all the cum the six men had left inside him.

Wayne soon realized he was too bloated for his usual T-shirts, so he picked up an oversized hoodie and work pants buttoned below his belly. It worked well enough for his work hours to maintain a sense of normalcy. His mates still turned their heads to look at him when he arrived at the station, but he soon learned to ignore the shocked stares everywhere he went. He only wanted to go back to his regular life.

At the gym, he tried to stick to his usual routines but found himself modifying almost everything. Deadlifts left him winded. Planks were a joke—his belly touched the mat way too often. And cardio made his entire body protest. He focused on seated weights and low-impact movements. He kept telling himself it was only some bloating, but his belly was heavy, making everything extra challenging.

By the end of the first week, the slow shrinking of his belly had halted altogether—it felt different now. One night, Wayne stood in his bathroom, fresh from the shower, with a towel wrapped low on his hips. He rubbed his palm over his belly, carefully feeling its shape. Something had changed. The surface didn’t jiggle the same way. It was still large—still very much present—but firmer, more solid. It didn’t feel like a cum balloon anymore.

He poked gently at one side, frowning. The usual soft slosh didn’t answer him. Instead, there was a firm resistance. Then came the weight gain. It was subtle at first. His belly started to round outward more uniformly. The bottom gained heft, pulling lower over his waistband. The upper curve thickened, creating a proud, shelf-like shape beneath his chest.

But it wasn’t just his belly. His pecs began to swell, and the muscle softened slightly, forming two thick mounds that stretched the fabric of his shirts. His thighs thickened. His already pronounced ass swelled into a rounder and thicker shelf. His arms and shoulders also gained bulk, making him look like he was in the off-season for bodybuilding. By day twelve, Wayne had packed on nearly twenty pounds. And he felt it.

Then things got wilder. It all started as a few odd aches that quickly evolved into a storm of symptoms. Intense fatigue hit Wayne like a truck, dragging his limbs and fogging his mind. The nausea began the moment he opened his eyes each morning and didn’t fade until mid-afternoon. It came in waves, leaving him dry-heaving in the bathroom of the firehouse. The symptoms were intense. Scents turned against him. The smell of engine oil made him vomit. Burnt toast made him gag. Even cologne made him sweat with disgust.

The headaches were another issue. Wayne found himself retreating to dark corners, leaning against cold lockers with his eyes closed, waiting for the pain to subside. His appetite swung violently—ravenous one minute, green with nausea the next. And beneath it all, his belly swelled slowly and steadily, now visibly firm and rounded.

The changes were so evident that his firehouse crewmates noticed.

“Hey, Captain Abs,” joked Reese, slapping Wayne’s shoulder as they suited up. “You’ve been eating really good lately, or what?”

“Looks like someone got a beach ball stuffed under there,” added another man, grinning as he handed Wayne his helmet.

Wayne rolled his eyes, adjusting his uniform over his belly. “Oh, come on! Shut up!”

But their teasing was based on concern. The squad’s medic cornered Wayne one afternoon with a frown. “Wayne, no joke—are you okay? You look flushed, and you’ve been hugging the toilet like it’s your girlfriend. Want me to check you out?”

“I’m fine,” Wayne lied, giving the man a playful thumbs up. “It’s only some stomach bug or something. But thanks for the concern. I appreciate it, man.”

But Wayne wasn’t fine. Three weeks after his six dates, he woke up drenched in sweat, head spinning, stomach churning like a cement mixer. He waddled to the mirror, scanning the person looking back at him. His belly felt enormous, high, wide, firm, and undeniably heavy. His hoodie couldn’t hide it anymore. His chest felt sore. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Wayne called out of work for the first time in years and made an appointment with the best private care clinic in the city. He was nervous, and as the nurse called his name, he waddled slowly into the exam room, flushed with embarrassment and confusion.

Dr. Warner blinked as he looked at him. “Welcome, Wayne? You gave the nurse a list of symptoms. I assume this is new?”

Wayne chuckled nervously, pulling at the hem of his hoodie to ensure it covered his whole belly. “Yeah. It’s been only a couple of weeks.”

Dr. Warner nodded and conducted a complete and detailed physical—listening to his heart and lungs, tapping over his abdomen, checking his glands, examining his eyes, and frowning at his pulse.

“Hmm,” the doctor repeated more than once. Then, he palpated Wayne’s abdomen, pressing his fingers across the rounded surface. “Does this hurt?”

“No. It’s just—full. And slightly sensitive.”

The doctor frowned again. “Well, your vitals are fine, but the combination of symptoms is peculiar,” he said before a long pause. “I’d like to run an ultrasound,” he finally said. “Just to rule out any anomalies.”

Wayne blinked. “Ultrasound? Like a pregnancy ultrasound?”

“Yes,” he said slowly, carefully neutral. “But it has more uses than only for pregnancy.”

Wayne sighed and nodded. Then, he lay back on the padded bed, lifting his hoodie and lowering his pants enough to reveal his swollen belly. A nurse wheeled over the ultrasound machine, and Dr. Warner squeezed the gel onto Wayne’s skin. He moved the wand smoothly over the curve, and the screen lit up with faint static.

Dr. Warner’s brow furrowed. He moved the probe again. Then again. And again. His eyes widened. “Oh my—”

Wayne sat up slightly. “What?”

Dr. Warner swallowed hard. “Wayne, I… this is… impossible. But you’re pregnant. Incredibly pregnant.”

Wayne stared at him in confusion. “WHAT?!”

“I can’t count how many embryos there are. They’re in six separate gestational sacs. It means you’re carrying six distinct batches,” the doctor said, still processing what the screen showed. “I had never seen something like this.”

Wayne blinked. “Wait. Batches?”

Dr. Warner nodded slowly, clearly stunned. “I don’t even know how this is biologically possible, but you’re not just pregnant—you’re carrying dozens of fetuses. I can’t even tell how many.”

Wayne’s breath caught in his throat. His vision narrowed. The cold gel on his belly, the shapes on the screen, the buzzing in his ears—it was all too much. He blacked out.

*

Hours later, Wayne sat on his apartment couch, only wearing sweatpants. His belly felt impossibly massive now that he knew what was happening. His hands cupped beneath it in disbelief. The doctor’s words echoed again and again. Six batches. He knew the source very well. Six men. Rodrigo, William, Kevin, Henry, Brett, and Tyrell.

Wayne sighed, rubbing his belly gently. “What the hell do I do now?”

He picked up his phone, hesitating before typing. He composed the same message six times: “Hey. I know this is going to sound insane, but I really need to see you. It’s important. Can we meet in person?”

He sent it to each of them.

Tyrell replied first: “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. Just say where. I’ll be there.”

Henry: “I’ve been waiting for this message. Get that ass ready for some pounding.”

William: “Hey, cutie. I’ve been missing that body of yours. I’m in. Where?”

Brett: “Meet? Hell yeah. I’ve been wondering if you’d call. Where to?”

Kevin took longer: “Sure! I’ll make up a story for my wife. But I want to see you too. You’ve been on my mind since that day.”

Rodrigo didn’t reply. Wayne sighed and leaned back, both hands resting on the firm swell of his belly. The doctor had talked about abortion or selective termination, but it was out of the question for Wayne. These were his babies. Dozens of them. It sounded absurd, but he couldn’t think of getting rid of any of them. He had no idea what came next—but he knew one thing for certain: he couldn’t do this alone.

****

Wayne arranged the meetings a week later when he was 4 weeks pregnant. He had gained 59.4 pounds—bringing him to 254.4 pounds total. His once-chiseled body had already changed a lot. He couldn’t hide the changes, no matter how hard he tried. His belly now jutted out a little over ten inches from his formerly flat abdomen.

Even under oversized hoodies, his midsection was impossible to miss, stretching the fabric taut and creating a visible dome. His chest had thickened slightly as well, developing the beginning of a soft curve, and his nipples were occasionally sensitive under the fabric.

The rest of his body followed suit. A uniform layer of fat now blanketed his figure, giving his muscles a fuller, off-season look. His ass had rounded and grown—not only with fat but with muscle, helping him balance his new weight as his center of gravity shifted. His thighs had thickened, his gait subtly widened, and his sweatpants were his only reliable wardrobe now. Even his balls had begun to swell a little, filling up with cum as they reacted to the cocktail of pregnancy hormones surging through his system. The pressure in his crotch wasn’t unbearable yet but persistent.

He went to meet with William first. The massive man was already sitting on a bench beneath the shade of a tall tree when Wayne arrived, scanning the horizon while caressing his taut midsection. He looked magnificent, and his muscles and bulge looked deliciously inviting.

William rose when he spotted Wayne, clearly shocked by the young man’s shape. “Wayne?” he called, raising his brows in surprise.

Wayne gave a half-smile and rubbed his hoodie-covered belly instinctively. “Hey,” he said, slightly panting from the walk. “Yeah, it’s been a month—a crazy month.”

William approached as his eyes observed the visible curve of Wayne’s belly, the softened lines of his frame, and the change in his gait and posture. William was a big man himself, but Wayne’s changes had happened too fast—barely a month. “You’ve changed. You’re… Wow! Is everything alright?” He sounded concerned, even though the twitch in his bulge betrayed his arousal.

“Yes,” Wayne said before shaking his head. “Not really. Look, I’m just gonna say it because I don’t even know where to start. I’m pregnant. And not just pregnant—there are dozens of babies in here. Six batches of babies.”

William blinked. “Wait. Batches?”

Wayne blushed but continued. “Yeah. I had six dates the day we met,” Wayne admitted, rubbing the top of his round belly. “You were my second date of the day. The doctor said the babies are growing in six different sacs. It means you’re probably the father of one of them.”

William whistled low. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled. “That’s wild. But hey, I meant it when I said I liked you. If you need support, anything—rides to appointments, help around the house, whatever—I’m in.”

Wayne let out a relieved sigh and then startled slightly when William reached out and softly laid one hand on his belly.

“I thought you’d say I’m a freak. I don’t even know how many I’m carrying and how many are yours. It’s complete madness,” Wayne said, sighing but enjoying William’s touch.

“I don’t care how many,” William whispered. “I only care that my babies are growing inside you,” he said, leaning to kiss Wayne’s cheeks.

The young man blushed, embracing the closeness that a month ago led him to part of the problem he now faced. “Don’t make me lose focus. I’d willingly jump into the bushes to ride your cock. But not yet. I have more guys to meet today. But we’ll get there,” Wayne said, softly patting William’s bulge. “I’ll see you later, big man. I’m happy to have your support.”

*

Wayne’s next meeting was with Kevin, who was having lunch with his family in a local restaurant. They had arranged to meet in the parking lot, with Kevin excusing himself to “take a call” while his family enjoyed lunch.

Wayne slid into the passenger seat of Kevin’s large SUV, sighing as he adjusted his body in the seat. Kevin greeted him with a warm smile and pulled Wayne in for a hug. Wayne couldn’t help but gasp at the fantastic sensation of the big man’s large body engulfing him. Kevin’s touch was almost overwhelming.

“Man, look at you,” Kevin said, pulling back to take in Wayne’s appearance. “I almost didn’t recognize you. What happened?”

“Hey, there. Well, a lot happened.” Wayne sighed. “You might want to brace yourself.”

“Oh. What is it? Is there something wrong?”

Wayne took a steady breath, resting both hands on the swell of his belly before beginning. “Four weeks ago, I had six dates in one day. You were the third,” he said, looking at Kevin, who was shocked by the mention of six dates in a day. “And a few days later, I started gaining weight. Fast. At first, I thought it was stress, or maybe I ate something weird, but then my belly started growing outward. Not like bloat—like actual growth.”

Kevin’s smile faded into a look of concern. “I don’t get it. What’s happening?”

Wayne took another deep breath. “Turns out I’m pregnant. Not just a little—I’m carrying dozens of babies. The doctors found six separate sacs growing inside me, each one holding an entire group. And the timeline matches those six dates I went on that day.”

Kevin’s brows shot up in disbelief. “Wait, you had sex six times that day?”

Wayne nodded. “Yup. One right after the other. It was a wild day. I’m not proud of it.”

Kevin laughed under his breath. “I’d say it was a productive day.”

Wayne couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment. “Yeah. I guess it was. But the important part is that you’re probably the father of one of the batches. I’m not asking for anything; I thought you deserved to know.”

“That’s… that’s a lot, Wayne,” Kevin said, changing to a more serious tone.

“I don’t expect anything,” Wayne said. “You’ve got a family, I get it.”

Kevin reached over and squeezed Wayne’s knee. “Look, I can’t turn my life upside down overnight, but I’m not gonna vanish. I’ll help. I’ve got you. As long as we can keep the secret from my wife and kids, I’ll be there for you all the way to the birth and help you raise the kids.”

“Thanks. It means a lot,” Wayne said and instinctively kissed Kevin’s cheek.

“Sweet,” Kevin said, passionately pulling Wayne into a breathtaking kiss. “I won’t deny I find it so hot that you’re pregnant with my kids. Fuck, I’d love to repeat what we did in that bathroom,” he added as he pulled back from the kiss.

“We can arrange that, but not today,” Wayne said as Kevin moved his hand to caress his pregnant belly. “But I promise we’ll get there. I’ll see you soon.”

*

Wayne then went to the coffee shop where he had met Henry; the man was already waiting there. Henry was impossible to miss. He commanded an entire corner booth like a throne. When he spotted Wayne entering, his intense blue eyes lit up with interest—and something a little more primal.

“Now there’s a sight,” Henry said aloud, standing and stepping forward. He pulled Wayne into a strong hug that slightly lifted Wayne’s feet from the ground. “You’ve filled out nicely. What have you been eating? Look at that belly!” He said, pulling away from Wayne.

Wayne instinctively moved his hands to his belly. “Yeah. It’s a lot.”

Henry’s eyes narrowed as he took in the bulging belly, the stretched hoodie, and the curve of Wayne’s slightly thickened chest. “Sit,” he commanded with a tone that allowed no argument. Wayne obeyed, sinking into the plush seat.

“I’ve got news,” Wayne began. “Big news. I remember everything you said about me having a nice belly the day we met, and I can tell you liked how rounder I’ve gotten.”

“Oh, hell yeah. I love that big belly. The slight waddle,” Henry said, playfully winking. “You look pregnant. And you know I love that.”

“That’s because I’m pregnant,” Wayne whispered, leaving Henry momentarily speechless. Wayne recounted the story—about the rapid growth, the uncountable number of babies, the six dates in one day, and the six gestational sacs.

At the end, Henry let out a low whistle, then gave a deep chuckle. “Six dates? You little minx,” he said with a half-smile, shaking his head. “I knew you had a fire in you.”

Wayne flushed slightly. “It wasn’t exactly planned. And I don’t even understand how this is possible. I’m a man. Men don’t get pregnant. But here I am, pregnant with who knows how many babies. And one of the batches might be yours.”

Henry stood and moved around the booth, standing beside Wayne and placing one hand over his belly. “Then it means this is mine to look after,” Henry said with a low and possessive voice. “And I will.” He leaned closer, playfully biting Wayne’s ear. “You’re under my protection now. No excuses. No refusals.”

Wayne looked up at him, a little flustered. “You’re not overwhelmed by all this?”

Henry chuckled, then cupped the underside of Wayne’s belly with both hands. “Overwhelmed? No. Proud? Absolutely. You’re carrying my babies, and I’ve been dreaming about something like this for so long. If even one part of it’s mine, I’ll be here to help you every step of the way.”

Wayne smiled, softening against the booth. “Thanks so much. I’m happy to know you’ll be there,” he said as Henry remained close, with his hand still on the swell of Wayne’s belly.

“Whatever you need,” Henry said again, more serious now. “Whether it’s a hand or someone to carry you when those legs give out, or maybe a cock to deal with the hormones—I’m here. I’ll keep your pregnant body satisfied.” Henry leaned in to kiss Wayne’s lips, making him softly moan.

“Wait. Wait. I can’t let this happen now. But I promise we’ll have time for that,” Wayne said, struggling to resist Henry’s touch. “Now, let me go before I can’t resist you anymore.”

Henry smirked and moved away. “Okay. But remember, that ass is mine to breed as long as I’ll be helping you out,” he said, and Wayne blushed.

*

Next, Wayne went to meet with Brett. Wayne had considered going to the farm to share the news, but he still dreaded Brett’s reaction, so he preferred a more public place. Wayne was gladly surprised by William’s, Kevin’s, and Henry’s reactions, but he was still unsure about sharing the news with the remaining two men.

Brett was at a local farmer’s grocery store, and even though it wasn’t the best setting, Wayne thought it was good enough. Wayne spotted Brett by a honey stand, with his shopping basket half-full of vegetables and fresh eggs. The musky, broad-shouldered man wore a flannel shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing his chest hair and sun-kissed skin beneath. And his jeans looked ready to burst at the front. Wayne couldn’t help but gasp at the sight.

“Hey, Brett,” Wayne said as he slowly approached—waddling.

“Wayne?” Brett jogged over quickly. He stopped a foot away and stared openly at the dome stretching Wayne’s hoodie. “What happened to you, man?”

Wayne pulled the hoodie taut over his belly as if to shield it, but only making the bulge more obvious. “It’s a long story. And it all started on the day we met,” Wayne said, proceeding to tell Brett about his six dates in one day and how Brett has been his fifth guy. “I don’t know how it is possible. But, short version: I’m pregnant. Like, really pregnant. There are six batches of babies growing in me. Dozens. And one of those might be yours. You knocked me up that day in the barn.”

Brett blinked at him, stunned into silence. His mouth opened, closed, and then curved into a slow smile. “Well, damn. I guess I should clear some space on the farm for you.”

Wayne laughed, making his belly shake. “Seriously?”

“I mean it,” Brett said gently, stepping closer and reaching to caress Wayne’s belly. The contact made Wayne shiver—it felt so good. “My place is open if you need quiet, space, and fresh air. With this many kids, you’ll need lots of space. Maybe even a whole wing of the farm.”

Wayne chuckled as his eyes watered at the kind offer. “I didn’t know how you’d react.”

“I don’t know if you know it, but I really liked our date. I really like you,” Brett said, rubbing slow circles over the taut swell of Wayne’s middle. “I didn’t expect you to tell me you’re pregnant—so heavily pregnant—but I’m glad you did. I’m here for you, Wayne, for real. Whatever you need, I’ll be there. I’ve taken care of pregnant cows. So I’ve got the basics.”

Wayne smiled shyly. “Thanks for comparing me to a cow. But no cow has ever been this pregnant,” he said, instinctively letting his body sink into Brett’s touch.

Brett leaned in, lowering his voice to a soft murmur. “I’m guessing you’re only gonna get bigger. Good thing I’ve got strong arms and a house with wide door frames,” he said, softly kissing Wayne’s cheek close to his mouth.

Wayne gasped, biting his lower lip as he felt Brett’s cock stirring against him. “Hold on. We’re in a public place, and I have one more meeting. But I’ll keep your offer in mind. It sounds lovely, especially because you’ll be there.”

*

Wayne had one final meeting. He went to Tyrell’s office, the same place where the short twink had fucked him senseless.

Tyrell allowed Wayne inside with a kind smile as his gold-flecked eyes lit up. “Wow! You look—wow! You’re glowing!”

Wayne sat carefully in the cushioned chair, caressing his rounded abdomen. “Thanks, I guess. And… There’s a reason for that.” Wayne took a deep breath. “So, remember that day we met? That was one of six dates I had. Six. In one day,” he said, already flushing a little. “And a week after that, I started gaining weight. Fast. I thought it was stress or something I ate, but then my belly started growing by the day.”

Tyrell tilted his head, listening intently as Wayne continued. “I went to the doctor, and… turns out I’m pregnant. Not with just one or two. I’m carrying dozens of babies, Tyrell. They found six separate sacs inside me, each one with its group. It makes sense that each batch is from each date I had that day.”

Tyrell blinked, mouth open slightly, clearly absorbing the weight of it. “You mean—?

“I don’t know for sure. I don’t even know how many I’m having. There are too many to count,” Wayne added, rubbing his belly. “But one of these batches is probably yours.”

Tyrell blinked several times, then broke into laughter. “Six dates in one day? Damn, you’re efficient.”

Wayne laughed and blushed deeply. “I wasn’t planning on this. But it happened.”

Tyrell crossed over and reached for Wayne’s belly to caress it.

“You’ll need more protein to grow this many babies,” Tyrell said. “Remember the formula I was working on? It could help—”

Wayne’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! I remember you said it increased men’s fertility, and I think I’ve proved to be far too fertile. No way I’m risking more.”

Tyrell laughed again and nodded. “Fair. But I’ve got you. Whatever you need, I’m here.” He leaned to kiss Wayne’s abdomen, making him wince. Tyrell’s touch was so delicate and sweet that Wayne could barely resist the urge to surrender to the short man.

“I gotta go before you convince me to do something else,” Wayne said, shifting slightly, trying to resist Tyrell’s warm touch.

“It’s okay. But I know a pregnant body has needs, so I’ll patiently wait for the horniness to kick in,” Tyrell playfully said, moving his hands lower to Wayne’s crotch.

As Wayne left the office, he sighed in relief. Rodrigo might not have answered, but the others—all five—had shown up. And now he wasn’t alone in this madness.

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