Match March: Madness - Part 2

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Wayne pulled into a small parking lot beside a coffee shop to meet the next guy on his list. He shifted into park and exhaled slowly, resting his hand on his middle. His abdomen was full and taut, making him smile. For someone who had worked hard to have abs, having a belly shouldn’t feel this right. He leaned back slightly in his seat and looked down, lifting his shirt with one hand. His grey tee strained across his rounded middle, and the fabric rode up more with every breath.

He laughed at the sight, feeling Rodrigo’s, William’s, and Kevin’s cum sloshing inside. Wayne moved his hand over the taut orb and then gasped lightly, startled by the sensation of liquid shifting inside him with the motion of his fingers. He bit his lips, remembering how each cock had felt inside him as an intense flush colored his cheeks.

“Okay. I’m rounder than I expected,” Wayne said, trying to ease the waistband of his pants down a touch to give his belly more room. “But it’s been fun so far.” Wayne took one last deep breath, checked his reflection in the mirror to see if his hair was good, and got out of the car.

Inside the coffee shop, Wayne looked around, scanning the crowd—couples, students with laptops, two baristas laughing behind the counter—until he saw his date, Henry, seated in the back corner. Wayne’s jaw dropped.

46-year-old Henry was a giant among men, sipping from a mug that looked comically small in his hands. His profile hadn’t lied—7 feet tall and 550 pounds and every single ounce of it seemed carved from marble—all muscle. He wore a stretched red flannel shirt, rolled up to the elbows, the buttons working overtime across his barrel chest. His torso was thick, and his lats were broad. The shirt was tucked into black jeans so tight they looked painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Henry’s alabaster skin glowed under the soft pendant lighting. Ginger hair swept back neatly from his face, his beard was thick and bushy, perfectly groomed, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto Wayne the second he walked in. His bulge was unmistakable even beneath the table. Even seated, the front of his jeans tented forward in a dramatic bulge, leaving Wayne breathless. Henry had an imposing and commanding presence.

Wayne approached, trying not to waddle too obviously. But the weight of his belly bounced with each step.

“Wayne?” Henry said with a deep and resonant voice.

“Yeah,” Wayne nodded, suddenly shy. “And. Wow. You’re…”

“Bigger in person?” Henry grinned.

“Exactly,” Wayne laughed, cheeks flushing.

“I get that a lot. You look great yourself. That belly’s looking very kissable.” He gestured to the seat across from him.

“Thanks. I’ve had a day.” Wayne slid in with a soft grunt, trying to sit upright, but the tightness of his shirt and the taut curve of his stomach made it hard to lean forward.

Henry chuckled. “I can see that. So, fireman, huh?”

Wayne smiled as they started talking about their jobs—Wayne’s chaotic shifts and firehouse pranks, Henry’s role as a private security consultant, often flying overseas for an elite clientele. Henry was confident—even overconfident—with a fatherly energy that felt strangely captivating to Wayne. They laughed about food, guilty pleasures, and workout routines.

“So, you always go out on days like this?” Henry asked, playfully grinning.

“First time, actually,” Wayne said, chuckling. “FlirtNest’s fault.”

Henry smirked and leaned in. “I’m not gonna pretend this is my first time. I know what I want, and you seem quite right for my taste.”

Wayne’s breath caught. “Oh? Thanks?”

Henry nodded as his fatherly smile gave way to something darker. “I’ve always dreamed about finding a guy with a round belly to get him bigger. I’d love to watch it grow. Seeing him waddle around, stuffed and full of my babies, knowing I did that to him.” He grinned, looking down at Wayne’s belly. “You’re halfway there.”

Wayne shivered. “Oh. What an interesting fantasy.”

“I know men don’t get pregnant. But it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about making one look like he is.” Henry said, raising an eyebrow. “I wanna give you a rounder and heavier belly. You came here, almost waddling, making me want to take you somewhere private.”

Wayne’s cheeks flamed. He swallowed hard. “You mean—?”

Henry grinned, slow and devilish. “There’s an alley behind the shop,” he said, standing and heading to the back door, and Wayne had no other option but to follow the huge man.

The alley was narrow and empty, darkened by the shadows of the buildings aside and framed by red brick walls. Wayne barely had time to turn before Henry pushed him firmly against the wall, lifting his chin and pressing their lips together. The kiss was primal.

Henry’s hands were everywhere—one gripping the back of Wayne’s neck, the other sliding under his shirt. When Wayne lifted the fabric to reveal his belly, Henry let out a groan.

“Fuck, look at you,” Henry whispered. “I’ll fill you up until you look overdue. I’ll stuff you so full of babies that you won’t walk in a couple of weeks.”

Wayne moaned into the kiss as his hands pressed flat against Henry’s massive chest, letting lust consume him. Their lips collided again, and Henry’s dominance surged. With a commanding look and a growl in his throat, he began to unbuckle his belt, and a breathless Wayne followed his lead. They lowered their pants, and Henry’s cock swung free—thick, veiny, and an overwhelming 25 inches of masculine meat.

Wayne gasped, his eyes wide, and instinctively turned around, bracing himself against the wall. His round, bubble butt was on full display, cheeks plump and inviting. Henry stepped forward, possessively gripping Wayne’s hips. He immediately pushed his cock between Wayne’s ass cheeks, making the young man moan. His hole stretched beyond his wildest dreams while Henry mercifully pushed inch after inch of thick fuck tool into him.

Henry knew they didn’t have much time in the alley, so he pounded hard and fast into a desperately needy Wayne. Their bodies moved in rhythm, hungry and horny. Wayne’s moans echoed softly against the stone as Henry took him with commanding thrusts. It didn’t take long before the big man climaxed, sending about 12 cups of cum into Wayne’s overfilled belly, inflating him like a balloon. The sensation was so intense that Wayne’s legs shook violently as his belly expanded with more cum.

When they finally stopped, their chests heaved, and sweat covered their bodies. The fucking had been fast but pretty intense. Wayne rested against the wall, moving his hand over his fuller belly while Henry’s arms wrapped him in a tight and possessive embrace.

Sometime later, they emerged from the alley, fixing their clothes. Wayne winced slightly as he stepped out into the sun, cheeks flushed and feeling heavier than ever. He had to move his hand to the small of his back to give his body some balance.

Henry smirked at the sight. “You okay?” He asked, satisfied.

“I will be,” Wayne groaned, rubbing his belly. It was huge now. Bigger than a basketball. Taut, barely covered by his t-shirt. “I only need time to adjust. You came a lot.”

Henry smiled, brushing Wayne’s hair back. “Stay in touch, gorgeous. I’ll fill you up even more whenever you want.”

Wayne nodded, waddling slightly as he returned to his car. Getting in was a challenge. His belly pressed against the steering wheel, so he had to shove the seat back and recline it a few inches. The seatbelt clicked in, barely.

“Two more dates,” Wayne whispered, with a hand on his rounded middle. “I can do this.”

He started the engine and drove to his next date.

****

He had to drive out of the city, changing the tall buildings for lush farmland and quiet roads. He arrived at a charming old tourist farm with a rustic wooden sign and a wide field of sunflowers behind the barn. The place was beautiful, and Brett made it all better waiting at the gate, leaning casually against the fence post.

37-year-old Brett stood like a living statue of manhood. He was 6’7” tall and weighed 350 pounds of thick muscles with a thin layer of softness all over his body. His frame was solid—broad shoulders, thick arms, a wide chest beneath a plaid button-down shirt left open at the top. His chest hair peeked out, dense and musky. His stubble framed a square jaw, and his kind brown eyes crinkled when he smiled. His pants fit snugly, outlining his impressive bulge and jaw-dropping ass—round, powerful, barely contained by denim. He was a sight to behold.

Wayne took his time to process the captivating look of the man waiting for him and then got out of the car, groaning and holding his belly with both hands.

“Are you alright there, buddy?” Brett asked, smiling. “Wayne, right?

“Yeah,” Wayne said with a strained laugh. “It’s been just a full day.”

“I can tell,” Brett chuckled, extending his hand to shake Wayne’s. “That’s a good belly you’ve got there. I like a man with something to show.”

Wayne blushed. “Thanks. You have a lot to show. I also like it.”

Brett smiled and invited Wayne to share a walk through the farm. Brett gave him a tour of the crops, the livestock, and the greenhouse. He spoke gently but confidently, clearly proud of his work. Wayne admired his strength—Brett effortlessly opened heavy wooden gates and lifted a sack of feed like it was nothing. They shared a nice moment, allowing Wayne’s mind to relax after the brief and intense meeting with Henry.

“Have you ever ridden a horse?” Brett asked suddenly.

Wayne blinked. “Not since I was ten.”

“Wanna try?” Brett asked. “I could quickly get two horses ready for us.”

Wayne grinned and nodded. They headed for a nearby stable, and Brett quickly worked to prepare the horses. Then, he approached Wayne and gently gripped the young man by the waist, effortlessly lifting him as if Wayne weighed nothing. Despite his size, Brett was incredibly tender, his touch gentle and careful. Wayne let out a soft gasp as Brett hoisted him up into the saddle, and the swell of his belly wobbled slightly with the motion.

Brett mounted his own horse with practiced ease, settling into the saddle like a natural. They started moving at a steady pace through the dusty farm path as the sun dipped lower behind the hills, bathing everything in a golden glow.

Wayne’s belly jostled with every gentle trot, bouncing softly and pulling his shirt higher with each motion. His thighs splayed wide on the saddle, slightly strained by the pressure on his middle. He tried to sit upright, but the weight of his belly forced him into a slight recline as his hand absentmindedly cradled the underside.

Ahead of him, Brett’s body moved hypnotically with the horse. His thick ass shifted with every motion, stretching the seams of his jeans to their limits. Wayne’s eyes kept looking down at that thick bulge, prominently outlined by the tight denim, bouncing in rhythm with the ride. Between Brett’s massive form and the way his open shirt flapped slightly in the breeze, revealing more of that muscled, hairy chest, Wayne felt like he was following a cowboy from some rugged, fevered dream. His heart pounded, and despite the pressure in his belly, desire rose deep inside him.

Later, they dismounted, and Brett caught Wayne staring.

“You’re watching me like I’m dessert,” Brett said, smirking.

“Maybe I am,” Wayne responded, blushing.

Brett leaned in to whisper in Wayne’s ear. “Come. I’ll show you something in the barn.”

The hay barn was warm and private. And as soon as the door closed, Brett turned and pulled Wayne into a deep kiss. It was softer than Henry’s but just as intense. Wayne inhaled Brett’s scent and lost his mind. Sweat, hay, and something purely Brett—raw, masculine, intoxicating. He melted into him.

Their hands moved instinctively, tugging at buttons and hems, stripping away clothes between kisses. Brett’s open flannel slipped off his shoulders, revealing a dense, muscled chest dusted with thick hair. Wayne removed his T-shirt, exposing the stretched swell of his belly, and Brett groaned at the sight.

When Brett stepped back to kick off his boots and tug down his jeans, Wayne’s breath caught—his balls were massive. Low-hanging, heavy, and swaying between his thick thighs. They glistened faintly in the soft sunlight spilling through the barn slats. His cock rose to full mast, reaching 11 inches and looking delicious in Wayne’s eyes.

Brett’s scent intensified, the warm musk curling around Wayne’s senses like smoke, heady and irresistible. Wayne was overwhelmed, letting out a shaky breath and laying back on the soft hay. The scent, the man, the raw power, it made Wayne’s legs fall open instinctively. He spread himself wide, lips parted with need, unable to stop looking at Brett.

Brett loomed above him, crawling forward with a slow and unstoppable hunger. He settled between Wayne’s thighs, brushing his cock against the needy hole and leaning down into another kiss—long, deep, passionate. Their bodies pressed close, and the curve of Wayne’s belly pushed against Brett’s dense torso. Both grinned, aware that soon, that belly would get bigger.

Brett pushed his cock into Wayne’s hole, thrusting hard and steady while the young guy moaned. They moved together with a primal rhythm, lost in the moment, driven only by desire and lust. Brett was gentle and caring but still so strong that Wayne could only long for it to continue. However, they couldn’t stay there for long, so Brett pounded fast until his cock shot a tsunami of cum into Wayne, inflating him even more. Brett’s over productive balls pumped Wayne full of cum, leaving him groaning in discomfort and bliss.

They took some minutes to catch their breaths and get dressed. They left the barn and acted like nothing had happened, even though Wayne could barely pull his shirt down over his belly. There wasn’t enough fabric to cover the rounded middle.

“You’re amazing,” Brett said, caressing Wayne’s cheek before kissing it.

“So are you,” Wayne whispered, inhaling Brett’s musk again. “But I better leave before you hypnotize me again,” Wayne said, playfully patting Brett’s bulge.

Wayne waddled back to the car, groaning softly with each step. Once seated, he leaned back and stared down at his belly. It looked like he was overdue with twins, at least. All the cum sloshed inside him, making him grin at the sensation.

“One more date,” Wayne said, still breathless. “But first, I better go home to get a new shirt,” he said, starting the engine, grinning, and driving back to the city.

****

It was already dark when Wayne reached the city again. He leaned back slightly in the driver’s seat as he turned down a lively street. His belly shifted with the motion, pressing against the steering wheel. He pulled into a small side lot near a warehouse-turned-club, where local musicians and performance artists gathered for a night of live art and experimental music.

Wayne exhaled and glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. His cheeks were flushed, his hair messy, and his shirt clung damply to his belly. He reached into the back seat, grabbing the bag he always kept there. Unzipping it, he pulled out his oversized hoodie with a faded fire department logo on the chest. He wriggled out his stretched t-shirt and tugged the hoodie over his head. It draped down better, looser, hiding some of his belly. It wasn’t perfect, but it gave him some breathing room.

“Okay,” Wayne said, patting his belly through the hoodie. “One more.”

He slid out of the truck, wincing as he straightened. His belly jutted forward prominently beneath the hoodie, and he instinctively moved one hand to the small of his back as he waddled toward the entrance. The fullness in his middle made his gait slow and wide. He drew some looks—wide eyes, raised brows, even a few open mouths. But no one looked away in disgust. They were all clearly lusting over the handsome, rounded man.

Inside the club, the lighting was low and rich with color—purples, reds, warm ambers that flickered in time with the music. The bar stretched across the other side. Wayne made his way through the sea of bodies, accidentally brushing his belly against strangers as he passed. And then he saw his date: Tyrell.

36-year-old Tyrell looked like he’d stepped out of a dream and into the spotlight. He was compact and radiant, standing 5’4” tall and weighing 165 pounds, according to his profile. His milk chocolate skin glowed under the club’s lighting. His locs—thick and glossy—cascaded all the way down his back and beyond, resting against his ass in a perfect sweep. Even from a distance, Wayne gasped at Tyrell’s sparkling gold eyes.

His pants were skin tight, showing off a surprisingly round bubble butt and a very noticeable front bulge that suggested Tyrell was, in his own way, as blessed as the bigger men Wayne had met today. Wayne stopped, staring for a second too long before Tyrell spotted him and smiled wide.

“You made it!” Tyrell said, hopping off the stool. He took a few quick steps and hugged Wayne warmly around the middle. “I thought your profile said firefighter. You’re thick.”

Wayne laughed. “Thanks. You’re pretty thick yourself—in some areas,” he said, looking down at Tyrell’s bubble butt.

Tyrell grinned, guiding Wayne back to the bar. “Sit with me. Come on.”

Wayne nodded and gently eased himself onto the offered stool, bracing one hand on the bar and the other under his belly as he maneuvered his bulk. “Thanks so much.”

Tyrell turned to him, looking at Wayne’s belly. “Okay, I have to ask... Is this, like, your thing? Or are you just having a really good day?”

Wayne chuckled. “Let’s say it’s been a fulfilling day.”

Tyrell burst into a warm laugh. “Okay, I like that.”

They ordered drinks—Wayne a soda water with lime, Tyrell another fruity concoction—and began to talk. Wayne shared stories from the firehouse, wild nights with too many alarms, silly dares between the crew, and the camaraderie of it all. Tyrell listened, chin propped on his hand, unable to stop admiring Wayne’s handsome face.

“I work in a clinical lab,” Tyrell said when it was his turn. “Biotech, mostly. We’re developing a new kind of protein supplement. Super nutrient-dense, supposed to aid muscle growth and recovery.”

Wayne raised a brow. “Oh. Sounds interesting and promising.”

“It is,” Tyrell said. “But there are a few side effects we haven’t ironed out yet.”

“Like what?” Wayne asked, evidently curious.

Tyrell smirked. “It makes men very aroused. Imagine having constant morning woods.”

Wayne blinked. “Seriously?”

“And that’s not even the weirdest part. Early data suggests it increases male fertility by a lot. Don’t ask me how we know it.”

Wayne let out a low whistle as his hand absentmindedly rested atop his belly. “Now that’s wild. But it sounds cool.”

Tyrell’s eyes dropped to Wayne’s belly. “Are you interested in seeing some of the information yourself? My lab’s only a block away.”

Wayne’s eyes widened, making him look excited. “Sure! Sounds fun.”

Tyrell slipped off his stool, then paused and offered his hands to Wayne. It was an absurd gesture, considering their size difference—but Wayne took them, and Tyrell helped him ease off the stool and get his feet under him.

“You’re sweet,” Wayne said, touched.

Tyrell smiled up at him. “And you’re gorgeous. I wanna take care of you.”

They stepped out into the street, and Wayne waddled carefully beside Tyrell. Wayne’s eyes trailed along Tyrell’s back—admiring the curve of his ass—and marveling at the thick outline of Tyrell’s cock pushing against his pants as they walked.

By the time they reached the lab, Wayne’s heart was pounding. Tyrell unlocked the door and led them through a sterile hallway and into a fancy office. Before Wayne could ask anything, Tyrell turned and pulled him into a kiss, showcasing a strength that didn’t match his thin body. It was a deep, slow, and all-consuming kiss. Their bodies pressed close as the fullness of Wayne’s belly pushed between them, but Tyrell didn’t seem to mind—he moaned softly into the kiss as his hands caressed Wayne’s sides.

Tyrell’s hands slid downward as the kiss intensified, hooking into the waistband of Wayne’s pants. Wayne responded by tugging gently at the waist of Tyrell’s skin-tight pants. They broke the kiss only long enough to undress. Tyrell removed his pants to reveal a thick 13-inch-long cock, dark and glistening in the soft light.

Wayne’s breath caught, but he didn’t hesitate. He turned around, reaching forward to brace himself on the edge of Tyrell’s desk. His oversized belly pressed against the desk’s surface as he leaned in, arching his back as much as the heavy swell would allow. His pants fell to his knees, revealing his full, firm bubble butt.

Tyrell stepped behind him, slowly caressing the curve of Wayne’s hips. He leaned down, kissing the small of Wayne’s back, and then slowly, with care and control, pushed his cock between the ass cheeks, making Wayne moan. Wayne moaned, gripping the edge tightly as Tyrell’s movements grew more intense. Tyrell’s thrusts were powerful, sending Wayne into a primal state of need for more.

And then—Wayne gasped when he felt Tyrell’s cock bursting inside him. The cum flow was strong and steady, and the pressure in Wayne’s belly changed subtly. A warm sensation spread outward, and the dome of his belly swelled a little further, rounding out and getting heavier. He felt it stretch against his skin, slightly uncomfortable but deeply satisfying.

Tyrell leaned forward and kissed Wayne’s spine gently as he pulled back. “Your ass feels so good,” Tyrell whispered against Wayne’s ear.

Wayne smiles, catching his breath. “Fuck, that was good.”

Wayne leaned against the office wall a couple of minutes later, still trying to steady his breath. His belly felt even heavier now. He could hear the cum sloshing inside when he shifted, and he lovingly cradled the swell with both hands. But it was time to go home. They parted at the door, and Tyrell smiled while watching Wayne waddle carefully back to his car.

Once he got into his car, Wayne grunted, struggling to angle himself properly into the seat. He shoved the seat back as far as it would go and finally clicked the belt across his belly.

The drive home was quiet. When he finally arrived, the house was dark. He kicked his shoes off by the door, waddled to the bedroom, and stripped slowly. First, the hoodie, then his pants, then his underwear, until he stood before the full-length mirror fully exposed.

His belly was massive—round and firm—stretched tight and gleaming in the dim light. He turned sideways and placed a hand beneath it, letting it rest on his palm like an offering.

“I look like I’m carrying triplets,” he playfully said.

He turned again, testing how far it stuck out, running his hand across the curve and marveling at the weight. He even posed a bit, arching his back, one hand under the belly, the other rubbing slow circles on top. He looked like every caricature of a pregnant guy, and somehow, that thought made him grin and his cock harden.

“Maybe Henry’s not so crazy,” he whispered.

Wayne groaned as he slid into bed, easing himself inch by inch until his heavy body rested on the mattress. He curled onto his side, both hands resting on the overfilled belly—filled with cum from six perfect strangers. No long-term commitments. No declarations. But plenty of fun. And maybe, just maybe, some second dates, depending on how things develop.

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