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Theo groaned before even opening his eyes as the alarm sounded at 6:45 AM. The sound vibrated through his bones, starting a chain reaction of discomfort. He felt a sharp kick from deep inside his belly, an overwhelming urge to pee, and a full-body ache that made him want to cry before the day had even started.

At 19, Theo was only a sophomore at university. He had always been the shy one in class, quiet, observant, and borderline invisible. He had a soft frame, a little too thin for his oversized sweaters, delicate hands that trembled when he had to speak in front of others, and large brown eyes hidden behind glasses. His hair was dark and permanently tousled, flopped over his forehead in curls he didn’t have the energy to manage anymore. He was 5’6”, barely, and before his life changed forever, he could slip through crowds unnoticed.

Now he couldn’t fit through some doors without turning sideways.

Theo rolled slowly onto his side in his dorm room bed, groaning loudly as his body protested every motion. His belly was impossibly round and massive, shifting heavily with the weight of seven restless babies, each measuring far past what any single baby should weigh. He cupped the underside of his bump with both hands, slightly lifting it in a desperate attempt to relieve the throbbing pressure in his lower back and the ache in his overstretched skin. It was like holding a wobbling yoga ball filled with live wires. Every movement from within made him grunt in discomfort.

His chest had swelled painfully over the last few months, filling up with ridiculous amounts of milk. It was now too large and heavy for any standard undershirt. He had to put on two supportive nursing bras, layered together, to handle his tits, but even then, the seams were starting to fray and the fabric groaned. Milk leaked constantly from both nipples, soaking through pads and fabric in warm rivulets. It dripped down his sides and pooled at his underarms. It was a never-ending stream that made everything damp and uncomfortable.

Theo reached up and carefully cupped each breast, letting out a long moan as he gently massaged the sides. The pressure inside them was painful—a deep, engorged tightness that refused to subside. More milk spurted from both nipples with sudden force as his hands kneaded the taut flesh, coming out like a pair of geysers that coated everything near.

His breath hitched. “Ugh... nghh... I’ve got to milk myself soon or I’m going to burst,” he whispered, red-faced and overwhelmed.

His hips had widened beyond his wildest expectation, pushing his once-narrow frame into an hourglass silhouette he barely recognized. His thighs rubbed constantly when he waddled, and his butt—which used to be flat and forgettable—now jutted out outstandingly large and sturdy to support the unbelievable weight pressing down from above.

Even lying down was a balancing act, and sitting up took time and strength he wasn’t sure he had this morning. It took nearly ten minutes and no fewer than five grunts to sit up.

“Nnnngh... okay... okay, babies, cooperate, please…” Theo said, firmly resting one hand on the mattress for balance as the other clutched his belly.

Dorm life had been unbearable since the sixth month. The bed was too small, the mattress too firm, and the communal bathrooms a nightmare to navigate. The worst part was that babies weren’t allowed in the dorms, which meant Theo was actively searching for off-campus housing, all while managing full-time classes and pregnancy. It felt like every wall was closing around him.

Getting dressed was a disaster. Theo’s entire wardrobe had been replaced by oversized joggers, stretched-out maternity tees, and a long gray cardigan he used to wear to hide his chest as much as possible. Even then, his belly peeked out from underneath the hem, and his shorts clung so tightly they might as well have been painted on. But nothing else fit him.

Going through his daily routine was a nightmare, but he somehow managed to get ready just in time for his first class. The second he entered the hallway, the stares began. But he was used to them. Theo shuffled toward the elevators with one hand at the small of his back and the other cradling the lowest curve of his belly. His belly bounced slightly with every step, lurching as one baby kicked hard from inside.

“Unngh... ow... okay, okay... that’s my bladder,” he whispered with a breathy laugh.

He had already peed three times in recent hours. He’d go again before his first class, during it, right after, and probably three times during his afternoon lecture. The weight of seven babies playing with his bladder made a bathroom trip feel urgent every 30 minutes.

Each lecture hall brought new challenges. The desks were too small, chairs with rigid arms bruised his widened hips, and long climbs up sloped auditorium floors left him panting. Sweat poured down the sides of his face, dampening his shirt. Sometimes, he had to pause midway up the steps and brace himself on the railing, catching his breath as his massive felt too heavy for him to stay on his feet, and the septuplets inside squirmed incessantly.

Every time he sat down, he had to awkwardly maneuver sideways while trying not to grunt too loudly in the silent room. His back never rested fully against the seat; instead, he leaned backward with his pelvis tilted forward, struggling to balance the overwhelming weight on his lower spine. The armrests bit into his sides, leaving red marks on his thighs and hips. He had to shift positions constantly to stop his legs from going numb.

Professors were generally polite but wary, offering accommodations with a raised eyebrow. “Let me know if you need anything” was their favorite line, often accompanied by a not-so-subtle glance at the curve of his belly. Theo appreciated it, but it made him feel more observed. People turned to look at him, no matter what they were doing, especially when an involuntary moan or groan escaped his lips.

Students whispered when they thought he wasn’t listening. Some were cruel, others only curious. A few classmates had offered to help carry his books, but Theo often declined with a tight smile, determined to deal with his own load—literally and figuratively. He wanted so badly to feel like a student, not a sideshow. But every shift of his massive body, every milk leak, every time he had to stand mid-lecture to waddle to the bathroom again, reminded everyone—and him—about the particular needs of his overburdened body.

By the time his last class ended, he was exhausted. His body hurt. His ankles were sore and swollen. His shirt had a milk stain. And he still had to go to sign housing paperwork.

“Just a little more,” he whispered as he waddled across campus.

He made it halfway through the academic building when the babies all shifted at once. It felt like a boat rocking violently in rough waters. Theo stumbled, grabbing a pillar for support, groaning through clenched teeth.

“Nngggh... ow ow ow... please not now…” he said, as his belly tightened sharply. It was another Braxton Hicks. They’d been getting more frequent and more painful.

And on top of it all, he needed to pee again. Theo turned toward the bathrooms down the hallway, moving slowly as his hands pressed on the sides of his belly to control the pressure. Just as he rounded the corner, someone stepped out of the adjacent hallway. A tall, broad-shouldered figure that Theo immediately recognized.

“Giovanni,” Theo said, freezing. Time stopped. The hallway seemed to disappear. His belly jerked again as all seven babies kicked at once, jostling his entire body.

Giovanni was an Italian exchange student who had taken Theo’s breath away last semester. Six-foot-four, lean but muscular, jet-black hair swept back in a lazy curl, warm olive skin, and a voice that made Theo shiver every time he spoke in that low, accented rumble. Giovanni had a charming smile that felt like sunshine, and his hands had once gripped Theo’s waist like they belonged there.

It had started in the library. They’d been working late on a group project, seated in the quiet back corner where most students never bothered to go. Theo had been tired and overwhelmed by stress and finals, while Giovanni had leaned in too close. A teasing joke became a hand on Theo’s thigh. A question about stress relief became an intense gaze. Then suddenly, Theo was pressed against the back stacks, gasping into Giovanni’s neck.

The shelves had muffled most of his noises, mostly. He remembered the thrill of risking being caught, the moans he tried to swallow into Giovanni’s shoulder, and how his legs had trembled as his world shifted. The memory of Giovanni’s thick cock stretching Theo’s hole was still fresh in his mind. They hadn’t even made it to a bed until afterward, stumbling back to Theo’s dorm while still making out. There, they had several more rounds, longer and more passionate, and each time, Giovanni had pumped Theo full of his warm seed.

Giovanni had whispered in Italian into Theo’s throat as they tangled together. Their bodies met over and over until Theo cried out his name. He had never felt so wanted, claimed, and overfilled with pleasure.

And then, Giovanni was gone—back to Italy. No number. No social media. And weeks later, Theo was left with more than memories. He still remembered the shock in the doctor’s eyes when the ultrasound revealed Theo and Giovanni had conceived septuplets naturally.

Now, Giovanni blinked as his eyes fell from Theo’s flushed face to the enormous belly ballooning beneath the maternity t-shirt. “Theo...?” he asked, clearly stunned.

Theo didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His lips trembled. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose. He never thought this moment would come. After months of lonely struggles, he couldn’t believe the dad of his babies was right before him.

Giovanni stepped closer, slowly raising a hand toward the belly. “Is that... are you...?”

Theo nodded, blushing deeply. “There are seven,” he whispered. “They’re yours.”

Giovanni’s face paled with shock and awe. “How? I—I didn’t know. You didn’t…”

“I tried. I didn’t have your number. You disappeared. I didn’t know how to find you,” Theo responded, nervously rubbing his belly.

They stared into each other’s eyes until Theo groaned, doubling forward as an intense tightness clenched around his belly. He let out a sharp gasp and pressed both hands to his bump. He immediately knew this was different. It wasn’t Braxton Hicks anymore.

“Oh no... not now... nghhh…” Theo cried out.

Giovanni stepped forward, gently catching Theo. “Are you—are they coming now?”

“I don’t know! I think so! I can’t tell anymore! They move so much... nghh... it hurts.” Theo was in tears, feeling his whole body respond to the intense contractions.

Theo shivered violently as Giovanni wrapped his arms around him. When they touched, it felt like something snapped loose inside him. His belly lurched, shaking from the sudden riot of movement as a wet warmth soaked his pants, quickly pooling at his feet. His water had broken.

Theo let out a breathless cry. “Nnnghh—oh fuck, they’re going wild...!” He arched his back, and his knees buckled slightly. Milk soaked rapidly through his t-shirt as his nipples began leaking profusely, and trails ran down the strained fabric of his shirt.

“Oh no, not again—I’m leaking—they’re too heavy, my hips... nghh, they’re gonna split…” Theo said, terrified. “I can’t do this.”

His hips throbbed, the joints felt like they were grinding apart, while deep in his groin, a relentless tension worsened, making him gasp and press his thighs together in a desperate attempt to handle it.

Giovanni stared, stunned. He looked between Theo’s swollen tits and the impossibly tight mound of his belly that quivered with motion. His mind flooded with concerns, excitement, and undeniable horniness at the scene. “Theo... you’re... you’re beautiful.”

Theo groaned and collapsed into Giovanni’s arms, trembling as milk continued to drip from him in slow streams and his belly clenched with another contraction. The babies inside tumbled and squirmed. The hallway echoed with Theo’s strained breathing and hoarse moans. The belly between them seemed to ripple with life, too massive to be real, too powerful to ignore. And the babies inside were finally ready to meet their dads.