Match March: Madness - Part 7

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By the time Wayne reached twenty weeks pregnant, his body had become a mountain of flesh. His belly filled the entire bed, taut and glistening as the skin stretched like polished marble. His chest had inflated into two enormously heavy domes overfilled with milk, with veins tracing beneath the skin, sensitive, aching, and ready to burst. His hips and butt had swollen to indescribable proportions, along with his thick tree-trunk thighs, to support what they no longer had to move because he was immobile.

Being so enormously pregnant had countless challenges, and Wayne struggled with each one—but also enjoyed most of them. Every hour of every day, an intense need consumed him, so vivid it felt like living inside a storm. His skin flushed crimson until he glowed, and sweat broke across the taut skin of his belly in hot beads that trickled down his sides. Each breath was heavy as his chest heaved and his ribs strained beneath the weight.

Hormones set every nerve ending aflame, making his cock stir to full hardness over and over, pressing painfully against his lower belly, throbbing until it pulsed in time with his heartbeat. His balls ached furiously, swollen, tight, and fever-hot, and each shift of his colossal body sent jolts of torment through him until he whimpered aloud. He couldn’t help but cry out in need, and sometimes he broke down, sobbing as tears streaked his flushed cheeks while his cock dripped helplessly. The heat was unbearable, so hot and tight it felt as if he would burst apart unless his men came to care for his trembling, overheated body.

“Please,” Wayne whispered, and his voice cracked as tears streaked his flushed face. His cock throbbed hard, leaking against his skin as he cried out. “I can’t—please, I’ll explode if you don’t—fuck. I need it—please.”

These words were enough to bring his men into action. Henry immediately came and cupped one of Wayne’s massive pecs in both hands, kneading the hot flesh. His thumbs pressed firmly around the swollen nipple, dragging over it until Wayne let out a moan as his voice broke into desperate sobs. Milk spilled from his nipples, running in thick rivulets down his chest, soaking his skin and the mattress.

Henry leaned closer, brushing his face against Wayne’s flushed skin. “That’s it… Let it flow for me; you’re so full, so beautiful,” he whispered, massaging firmer, and each squeeze made Wayne shudder.

The engorged nipples leaked more, and Wayne’s chest audibly sloshed with gallons of fresh milk. He gasped, arching weakly against the bed, moaning brokenly and pleading. “Don’t stop, Henry, please—it feels so good.”

Henry continued working on Wayne’s pecs as William slid his broad hands across Wayne’s stretched belly, gently massaging it, pressing with enough force that the taut skin quivered under his touch. Each rub made the swollen dome shift, and the babies inside rolled as if reacting to the pressure. Wayne moaned louder, the sound breaking from him in shuddering gasps, and his whole body trembled as his cock throbbed violently, leaking streams of pre-cum down his taut belly. Each touch sent his entire body into overdrive.

The bed creaked with his weak bucking, and his mouth couldn’t hold his desperate moans. “William—ahh—it’s so much… They’re moving,” he sobbed, feeling the kicks and rolls intensify under the massage.

William leaned close, kissing the taut skin. “Breathe through it; I know you’ll love this. The babies love it,” he said as his hands kept circling the enormously rounded middle.

Then, Brett leaned closer, kissing Wayne’s lower belly and wrapping his hands around Wayne’s massive cock. Each stroke made Wayne cry out louder as his hips strained off the bed, and precum flowed messily across his belly. Brett moved one hand to grip the base, squeezing firmly while his lips lowered to lock his lips around Wayne’s swollen cock tip—as much as he could. The wet heat of Brett’s mouth made Wayne sob aloud, and his cock throbbed violently, leaking even more against Brett’s tongue.

Brett murmured around the cock, and his words vibrated against Wayne’s shaft. “So hard for me… You need this so bad, don’t you?”

Wayne wailed in answer, weakly arching his back. Every sound was a desperate plea. Brett bobbed his head in slow, hungry motions, hands and mouth working together until Wayne was trembling. “Please—don’t stop—Brett—oh please—”

Tyrell’s hands moved over Wayne’s fever-hot, overfilled balls, rolling the swollen orbs slowly between his slicked hands. Each motion made Wayne gasp, and a strangled moan tore from his throat as his thighs jerked. The heavy sack sloshed with pent-up seed, and every shift sent a hot ache up into Wayne’s belly. Tyrel could hear the cum churning inside.

“So tight, Wayne… so full,” Tyrell said as his thumbs stroked over sensitive skin.

Wayne’s head lolled back, barely conscious. “Don’t stop,” he begged between broken cries as his hips twitched helplessly. Every caress made him feel closer to bursting.

Kevin didn’t hesitate and worked on Wayne’s enormous butt, digging his strong thumbs deep into the sore, stretched muscle. Each squeeze and release drew a guttural moan, and Wayne’s massive body arched off the bed, trembling with desperate pleasure. His ass flexed beneath Kevin’s hands, straining as if begging for more. His whole body wanted more.

“Kevin—please, harder,” Wayne moaned.

Kevin grinned and pushed his huge bulge against Wayne’s flexing ass cheeks. “You need more, don’t you?” he whispered.

Wayne sobbed his answer, and Kevin didn’t hesitate to spread the enormous cheeks and push his massive cock between them, fucking Wayne long and hard, giving his overstimulated body what it demanded. Each thrust made Wayne’s belly quake, cock pulse, and his voice shatter into wild, needy cries until his whole body was nothing but heat, tightness, and greed for more.

Wayne arched as much as his bulk would allow, moaning, sobbing, and laughing all at once as his men overwhelmed his body with so much attention at once. His cock jerked violently, shooting pre-cum into Brett’s mouth while his swollen tits gushed milk in hot streams. “Yes—oh please—don’t stop—” he cried out.

His massive frame shook as the men intensified their actions, and the bed creaked, straining to hold him. He thrashed weakly, begging for more, while the wet sounds of milk, precum, and his men’s bodies working him echoed in the room, until it felt unbearable not to be filled again. The men had to take turns in each area, spending hours satisfying the ever-growing and ever-needy pregnant body. But they were more than willing to help.

The five men had built their lives around Wayne. They transformed the barn room into something like a private care unit. Massage stations stood beside the bed. Feeding carts rolled in and out, always laden with food. Oversized pillows cradled Wayne from every side. He was never alone. He couldn’t be alone, not in his overwhelmingly big and hormonal state.

William would arrive with steaming bowls of rich stew, settling at Wayne’s side. He fed him slowly, and he would kiss Wayne’s lips between mouthfuls. “Good boy, just one more bite,” he’d say as Wayne moaned softly at every swallow.

Brett would hum or sing while he warmed cocoa butter between his hands. He leaned over Wayne’s sides, spreading the cream in long strokes, digging his fingers into tender ridges. Wayne groaned at the pressure, his chest heaved, and his cock twitched helplessly as Brett worked. “Shhh, let it soak in, I’ve got you,” he said, brushing his lips against Wayne’s.

Henry always brought the sling‑and‑pulley system he had rigged himself. He bent close, flexing his muscles as he lifted Wayne’s massive frame inch by inch, steadying him with arms of steel. Wayne whimpered at the shift, and his body trembled until Henry’s face brushed against his neck. “Breathe, I won’t let you fall,” he said, growling playfully to calm him.

Tyrell usually came with a notebook and instruments. He measured Wayne’s circumference with careful hands, pressed his ear against the belly to record the bubbling, rolling sounds, and caught heartbeats with awe. His voice, though clinical, softened when he talked to Wayne. “They’re strong… you’re the perfect vessel for all these babies,” he said, and Wayne flushed under the attention.

Kevin was torn between guilt and obsession, slipping in at odd hours despite having a family to be with. He would lean close, whispering, “I shouldn’t—but I can’t stay away.” Then he kneaded lotion into the overly stretched skin. His lips found Wayne’s hungrily, kissing with need as his breath ragged against Wayne’s mouth.

Wayne moaned into him, clutching at his arms, while Kevin pressed deeper. “Mine, even if it’s wrong.”

They repeated the routines over and over as Wayne’s pregnancy continued past the midpoint. His belly had become its own world, an impossible globe that stretched across the entire bed, rising and falling with each breath. It was so large now that when the five men gathered around him, they could all place their hands in different areas and still not overlap. The enormous dome shifted constantly with movement inside as dozens of babies kicked and rolled like a storm of life that refused to stay quiet. And each man swore that his children were the ones making the biggest impact.

William was usually the first to notice the kicks against the upper right curve of Wayne’s belly. He pressed his big hand there with a grin and said, “There. That’s mine. Do you feel that? My brood’s already trying to stretch you higher.” His tone was proud but gentle, and Wayne blushed, panting softly as the babies rolled beneath William’s hand. “They’re going to make us so proud. Look how strong they are already,” he said, leaning closer.

Wayne moaned at the pressure, torn between embarrassment and delight. “I don’t know if that’s yours, William… There are so many,” he said breathlessly.

William only chuckled, kissing Wayne’s flushed face. “Trust me. I know my kids.”

Kevin sat on Wayne’s left side, sinking his fingers into the taut skin where the dome sloped widest. He squeezed gently, feeling the rolls beneath. “Look, look,” he said with playful certainty. “That’s mine. Look at how low they’re riding, stretching you sideways. That’s my handiwork.” His eyes sparkled even as his voice dipped softer. “Even with everything at home, Wayne, this part of you—it’s mine.”

Wayne flushed even deeper, torn between the guilt in Kevin’s words and the heat of his touch. “Kevin, don’t—” he tried to protest, but then a firm kick jolted under Kevin’s hand.

Kevin’s smile widened triumphantly. “See? They agree.”

Henry’s huge hand spanned nearly the entire lower swell, where Wayne’s belly pressed hardest against his thighs. He pressed firmly, making Wayne gasp and arch weakly. “No one stretches him down here like I do,” Henry said, dominant. “This weight—this pressure—that’s mine.” His intense eyes burned with certainty. “You were made to carry my kids.”

Wayne whimpered as his nipples leaked, overwhelmed by the weight and Henry’s possessive words. He shook his head weakly, but the way his cock twitched betrayed his arousal. “Henry…” he moaned, “I… It’s too much.”

Henry only grinned, squeezing the undercurve of Wayne’s belly until Wayne cried out. “Admit it,” he demanded softly.

“I can’t… pick—” Wayne said, sobbing, but Henry’s eyes glittered with satisfaction.

Brett rubbed cocoa butter across Wayne’s skin on the opposite side, humming under his breath. “You’re all wrong,” he said. “This wide stretch here, soft and heavy—that’s my batch. They’re making him rounder, softer, and beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed the taut skin. “My kids are making him glow.”

Wayne shuddered at the tenderness as tears slipped down his cheeks. “Brett…” he whispered.

Brett kissed him softly on the lips. “Don’t worry about choosing. Just know I’m here.”

Tyrell knelt at Wayne’s side, pressing a stethoscope against the taut dome. “Science doesn’t lie. These kicks, right here—faster, sharper—that’s my group.” He marked the spot with a kiss, then another, tracing the pattern of tiny feet with his lips. “They’re the liveliest, Wayne. They want you to know who they belong to.”

Wayne trembled, laughing breathlessly through tears. “You’re all impossible,” he groaned, blushing furiously. “I can’t tell whose is whose. I only know there are too many.”

The men teased and claimed parts of his belly as their own. Wayne blushed deeper with every word, overwhelmed and adored. He moaned softly, hiding his face in his hands. “Stop fighting over me,” he said, playfully. “I can’t take it.”

But deep inside, Wayne loved every moment. His body might be under siege, stretched beyond reason, filled with dozens of lives. But his heart was overfilled with joy. Each man showed his love and adoration in his particular way, but Wayne could only respond with the only truth he knew: “I need all of you.”

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By the time Wayne was nearly thirty weeks along, he was nothing short of immense. His belly was a gigantic sphere that sprawled outward, bigger than the whole mattress. Every inch of it gleamed under a sheen of oil, stretched so tight that blue veins traced like rivers across the vast surface. Each breath made the mountain rise and fall in heaving waves, and deep within, the ocean of babies shifted with thumps and rolls that echoed through his skin.

His chest had swollen into gargantuan domes, rounded, glossy, and constantly leaking rivers of milk that ran hot down his sides. His nipples throbbed with every movement. Below, his cock stood permanently hard and enormous, twitching often, while his balls hung like overfilled beach balls. His thighs themselves had become massive pillars, splayed apart by the impossible width of his hips. His ass pushed outward in great rounded shelves, supporting the titanic burden that pinned him in place.

He weighed well over twelve hundred pounds now—an impossible, shocking mountain of life and flesh—and every part of him screamed excess. He could not move without help and could hardly even roll from one side to the other. He was breathtaking, terrifyingly ready to burst, and captivating all at once.

That was the state his old firefighter crew found him in when they came to visit, and the sight stopped them cold. They stood in the doorway of the barn-house, with their jaws slack, eyes wide, and mumbling curses of disbelief.

“Fucking hell, Wayne…” one of them whispered.

Another laughed nervously. “Man, you’re bigger than the engine we used to ride.”

Wayne greeted them with a trembling smile and a shaky voice. “Hey, guys,” he said, and his voice cracked with joy and embarrassment.

As the crew approached, one broad-shouldered friend reached for the immense milky tits in curiosity and brushed against Wayne’s swollen nipple. The contact made Wayne jolt violently, and a gasp ripped from his throat as his whole body shuddered with raw need. A moan broke out of him before he could stop it, as if every nerve had been waiting for that single spark. His eyes fluttered, his cock twitched, and his hands clutched helplessly at the sheets.

The crew froze, then looked at one another, stunned into silence. “Wayne…?” one asked softly, concerned that the former firefighter would burst.

Another rubbed the back of his neck. “He needs… something. Look at him. Remember the last time we came?”

Wayne’s pleading eyes said everything his lips could not. “Please…” he whispered at last, almost inaudible. That broke the tension, and their shock melted into nervous laughter and old camaraderie. Wayne was their partner after all.

“Alright, boys,” one said with a grin, “looks like our mate needs us again. Teamwork, remember? It’ll be fun.”

The crew surrounded him inch by inch, making soft jokes as their hands moved closer to the most sensitive spots. One broad-shouldered man slid his hands over Wayne’s chest, kneading the swollen domes and coaxing streams of milk that spilled in hot spurts down his sides. Another leaned close, slowly locking his lips around the thick nipple and latching firmly, gulping greedily with deep swallows that made Wayne gasp and arch off the bed. The heat of that mouth and the pull of suction sent shocks through his chest and down his belly.

Wayne moaned openly, tossing his head from side to side, as the wet suckling sounds intensified with each breath. His nipple throbbed and leaked, and streams ran over the man’s chin as Wayne’s body trembled, unable to hold back the needy cries that spilled from his lips. The sensation was overwhelming, unbearable pleasure that made his cock twitch and his hands clutch desperately at the sheets.

Four of them spread across the monumental belly, and each pair of hands kneaded different quadrants. They rubbed lotion in wide circles, tracing every ripple and kick from the storm of babies within. The skin was hot and stretched like a drum, and Wayne moaned with each slow pass, shuddering as the men leaned in to kiss the swell.

Down near his groin, two mates knelt together. Three hands caressed the length of Wayne’s thick cock, stroking in long pulls, while the other guided the leaking tip to one of the men’s lips, drinking pre-cum greedily. Wayne cried out, weakly jerking his hips as moans echoed like firehouse shouts as his shaft throbbed under their combined attention. Nearby, two more worked his swollen balls, lifting and massaging the heavy sacs until they sloshed audibly, Wayne’s back arching helplessly at the pressure.

Even his massive ass got attention as two strong sets of hands pressed, squeezed, and spread the aching mounds, kneading the dense flesh. Every push made Wayne whimper, flex, and beg, and his voice broke with need as the men handled every inch of his overgrown, overfull body at once.

The room became a chorus of Wayne’s cries, the slap of hands against swollen flesh, and the heavy breathing of men devoted to their friend. It was messy, playful, and overwhelming. They worked over him, taking turns on each area, coaxing every drop of milk and cum that filled them to the brim. One by one, each man leaned back at last with bellies sloshing full of Wayne’s milk and cum, some clutching their distended middles and rubbing them with playful groans, laughing at how heavy and round they felt.

They teased each other about looking pregnant themselves, describing in vivid tones how the milk swished and gurgled inside, making them walk awkwardly or sit carefully. Some rubbed their sides as they burped softly; others exaggerated wobbles as if their new roundness slowed them, all while chuckling about having become Wayne’s reflections.

Wayne watched and smiled, overwhelmed by the surreal sight of his crew cradling their swollen middles like expectant fathers themselves. His tits and cock still leaked, and his body still pulsed with need, but he could handle it at this point. But he knew that the bigger he got, the more intense the list of challenges would be. At least his men and mates were there to help.

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