they kicking so much...

Adrian waddled carefully through the crowded university plaza, one hand bracing the underside of his enormous, round belly and the other gripping his milk-swollen chest. At 8 months pregnant with five very active babies, his body had become a public display—especially today.

His W-cup breasts were strapped into a maternity bra that barely kept up, the fabric stretching with every breath. They throbbed with fullness, sloshing gently with every step. A few classmates gave him second glances, whispering, but Adrian kept his head high.

Then it started.

A sudden jab from the left. Another sharp kick from the top. His babies were restless today—too restless. His entire belly shifted in front of him, undulating unnaturally as five pairs of feet pressed and kicked from inside. One foot traced along his side, dragging slowly, visibly distorting the roundness of his belly.

“Aah—!” Adrian gasped, quickly biting his lip to silence the moan. His knees buckled slightly, and he leaned against a bench, panting.

Someone nearby asked, “Are you okay?”

He nodded quickly. “Y-yeah… just… active babies,” he said through clenched teeth, trying to mask another wave of movements. His belly pushed forward again, like one baby was trying to turn around. His shirt rose up slightly, exposing a taut stretch of bare skin where his belly button was flattened almost beyond recognition.

Milk leaked from his breasts as pressure from the kicks pushed his chest tighter. Adrian crossed his arms over them, trying to stop the slow warmth trickling into his shirt, but the babies weren’t letting up. One particularly strong kick hit his bladder, and he gasped again.

He felt the crowd watching him.

“Okay,” he whispered to himself, voice trembling. “You all need to calm down. Please…”

Another massive ripple rolled through his belly, making it look like his skin was stretching too far. Adrian shut his eyes tight, silently moaning, trying his best not to let out any of the desperate sounds climbing up his throat.

“I still have class,” he groaned softly, already knowing he wouldn’t make it there without more stares—and maybe even leaking through his shirt.

But he took another deep breath, placed both hands under his belly for support, and shuffled forward—babies kicking, belly shifting, milk threatening to leak—and Adrian refusing to give in. Not yet.