I Would Love To Have Such Moobs !

I would love to have such moobs !

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I'm still hungry. Want to see more of this hunky chunky meat piece :p

His name, please ?

Vojta

And that's the third part.

Father's Day - Part 3

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While I talk to the babies and try to calm them down, the four boys in my belly are moving so much that I think they wanna come out just ripping through my skin like in a horror movie. I groan in discomfort while large bumps are clearly showing through my skin when the babies push really hard against the walls of my womb. I rub the spots where the babies are pushing, at least the ones I can reach, and try to breathe through the pain and discomfort. This is a pretty well known feeling for me because my first quadruplets did exactly the same when they were this big. I know I’m really close to getting into labor and that really scares the shit out of me because I’m completely alone and I already know how hard the whole process is. I don’t even know how I’ll do this while also taking care of the four babies that are in need of my attention right now.

Even though the babies in my belly are restless and I can hardly breathe while they move, I have to calm down before my older quadruplets start crying again. I get closer to each one of their cribs and softly talk to them. I love hearing their little baby sounds, they give me some kind of peace in all the madness that I have to face every day. While I’m talking to one of the babies, I feel a contraction building up in my lower belly and soon it takes over my entire body and makes me cry in pain. My back feels like it’ll break while my belly contracts and the kids inside me start kicking like crazy. I hold my back in pain and lean against the wall to not fall to the ground while some tears of pain run down my cheek. While I groan, one of my older sons stands up in his crib and comes closer trying to reach for my nipples. I have to take care of them while being in labor with the next ones. What a crazy life.

Even after the contraction has ended, I have to take a few seconds to catch my breath back and meanwhile, my older sons have started to stand up in their cribs and are now desperate for me to take them out. I still feel my belly's muscles pulling a bit even though the contraction has passed and I know that only means more contractions are coming really soon. The pain and a few other feelings bring up a few more memories of the late stages of my first pregnancy. While I get closer to the cribs again to take the kids out, I start remembering how things were after the first time Tate fucked me when I was 22 weeks along. I never mentioned any of that to my mom, obviously, but I did tell her that Tate would come every two weeks to check on me because I was a man and I was having a high risk pregnancy. Tate only had time to come visit me on Sundays and that has been my mom’s Bingo day for many years so she was never in the house when Tate came. Lucky me.

So, when he came to visit me again, I was 24 weeks along and we both knew what kind of check up he wanted to do. That day I waited for him by the door but only wearing boxers. My hairy belly was on full display and his hands went immediately to rub it and it felt nice. He said I was growing really fast because I looked way bigger than 2 weeks before and I knew he was right. Considering he really liked how big I was getting, I had weighed myself that morning and when I told him I weighed 246 pounds, I saw the lust on his face so I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom. As soon as we got in, he undressed and I took my boxers off. By the time he was completely naked, I was already waiting for him in bed on all fours and his hard dick was a sign that he was more than ready to fuck me.

That day, while he thrusted into me, he leaned forward against my back and with one hand he started rubbing my hairy belly. The feeling of his dick buried so deep inside me while his hand caressed my belly so lovingly, was making me forget that my life was a mess. While he thrusted into me, he started saying that for the last two weeks he had been jacking off to the memory of our last sex encounter and that he couldn’t stop thinking about me and how hot I looked while pregnant. Those words really got me going because I couldn’t believe Tate thought I was hot, even considering I was a freak with a big baby filled belly. His thrusts were even harder than our first time and that made me moan even louder. My dick had been hard all along and while he fucked me, I was leaking pre nonstop and it landed on my sheets. I knew I’d have to change and wash the sheets before my mom came back but at that moment I only cared about Tate’s dick and how it made me feel.

When he started cumming inside me, I let out a loud groan and started cumming as well, making a huge mess on my bed. He thrusted a few more times into me and then just collapsed on top of me with his dick still inside me. I was breathing heavily and the babies were moving a lot but he started caressing the sides of my belly and they started calming down. At the same time he started kissing my shoulders and neck, making me feel loved and desired. It felt really good and he just continued showing me how much he liked my pregnant body. We were so busy with our sex session that he didn’t run an ultrasound nor checked on my vitals but we both knew everything was alright. When he finally took his dick out me, he told me he was coming back in two weeks and I just nodded in agreement. Then he left and I stayed in bed rubbing my belly, already in expectation for his next visit.

While I couldn’t stop thinking of Tate’s visit’s, my body reminded me that I wasn’t on vacation because my belly grew a lot over the next few days and the rest of my body got really thicker. I wanted to think that I was getting fatter thanks to my mom feeding me tons of food but the truth is that it was the babies growing a lot. I felt I was noticeably bigger every day so I started sending Tate nude pics of me standing in front of a mirror. I did it because I wanted to know if I was actually getting that much bigger but at the same time I just loved the way he replied to my texts. He usually sent me a pic of his hard dick, with his hand around it and a text on the lines of: “Look what you did. I’ll need to take a break to take care of this” or “I wanna be there to fuck you all day long”. This turned me on so much and I ended up jacking off to Tate’s dick pic or the description of what he would do to me on his next visit. I know, I sound like a horny teen but I just wanted to enjoy Tate’s dick in the middle of the storm I was living in.

Tate’s next visits were a little bit different because I left the front door unlocked for him, so he went straight to my room and I was already on all fours waiting for him. I loved the moment when he came and his hands started massaging my big ass while he lined up his dick with my hole. I was literally shivering in anticipation and when he started fucking me, I felt like the whole world around me disappeared. This became my favorite moment of my week. Well, every two weeks at least because as much as I wanted him to come every single day of the week, he couldn’t. Even thought I wasn’t happy being away from my family and I knew I was facing the consequences of my cheating, I would’ve loved for Tate to come every day of the week to fuck me like Filip used to do before I found out I was pregnant but even then. I still loved my wife and I missed my life with her but Tate’s dick and the memory of Filip’s dick were simply too good for me to deny that I loved the way they fucked me.

So, the moments when I was waiting for Tate on all fours or when he was fucking me in that position, helped me measure how big I was getting because my belly was filling up the space between my torso and the bed. Every time he came I felt how my belly sunk deeper into the mattress. When I was 24 weeks along, my belly already touched the mattress when I was on all fours and that made me feel huge. When he came back two weeks later, my belly was even bigger and two weeks after that, it rested heavily on the mattress while he fucked me. I knew I was soon getting too big to be in that position and Tate said he loved it. That also meant that I would soon get too big to do a few things and that moment came sooner than I expected.

You see. When I was 30 weeks along, Tate was supposed to come but he had an emergency and couldn’t make it. Then when I was 31 weeks along and he had promised to come, it was Father’s Day and obviously he wanted to spend it with his family. For me it was one of those days when I really missed my family and I was really sad. I needed some company but I knew Tate deserved to be with his family. My mom wasn’t home either because even that day she had bingo and I pretended to be fine so as not to worry her with my.emotional mess. So, I was home alone and I spent most of my time just watching TV and caressing my big belly while the babies moved. But, when I tried to jack off to one of Tate’s old dick pics, for the first time I had a really hard time reaching for my dick because my belly was simply too big. Amazing, I was getting too big to jack off. That was a really nice Father’s Day gift. It’s sarcasm if you don’t notice. I felt like a whale and I knew I was still getting even bigger even though I felt like I was about to burst already.

For the next few days I was kinda sad and my mom noticed and tried to cheer me up by buying babies’ stuff and ordering their cribs. It actually helped me because I focused on the kids instead of how big I was getting and how much I needed some sexual relief. My mom also got me new clothes because I was already outgrowing the biggest ones she had gotten for me a few weeks before and part of me knew it was a matter of time before I outgrew the new ones too. I literally felt like a whale and whenever I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a whale. My mom still told me I looked good and that I was just having big and healthy kids but I knew she was concerned about me getting too big because she asked me pretty often if I was sure I was just 30 weeks along. I mean, I looked overdue already so her question was only logical.

Anyway, I knew I was getting really big but I only realized how big I was when I was 32 weeks along and Tate came to visit again. It had been a month since the last time he had come and I had grown a lot. I weighed myself that day but obviously I couldn’t even see the numbers. I stood on the scale and took a pic from above and then saw the pic and zoomed in. The scale read 276.8 pounds. I sighed and wondered if I’d get to 300 pounds before the babies were born. I looked down at my belly and I sighed at the realization that I was surely getting over 300 pounds. My belly stuck out easily two feet in front of me already and it just felt so heavy that I couldn’t believe I was able to walk. Funny fact, now I consider that weight as “lightweight”.

So, when I tried to get on all fours to wait for Tate, My arms weren’t able to reach the bed thanks to my belly. I tried but I just couldn’t and by the time Tate walked in, I was on my side just rubbing my belly and longing to get his dick up my hole. He smiled and noticed what was happening so he just got right behind me, lifted up my leg and pushed his dick into my hole like always and fucked me as hard as always. That moment felt so good and it really cheered me up because I was feeling terrible for being that big. Tate just fucked me and told me he loved how big I was getting and that he was eager to see how much bigger I could get. Even though I was scared of that thought, deep inside me I wanted to get huge for Tate. I was getting bigger anyway so if Tate and I could enjoy it, then I had to get huge.

Over the next few weeks I grew even faster than before and I started noticing a few more changes in my body and I hated them. What I feared the most was definitely happening, I was developing breasts. At first it was just some tenderness around my pecs and then they started getting thicker and plumper. I knew my nipples were changing too because whenever I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed they were getting darker and bigger. Obviously, this didn’t happen overnight but as the days passed, it was getting more and more obvious. Initially I thought there was no way I was getting pecs that big since I’m a man but every day I felt them getting heavier and plumper. My mom even said she could get me a bra because my pecs were getting bigger than most women’s breasts but I wanted to keep at least some dignity even though I was just a huge mess. I felt like I was barely a man anymore.

When I was 34 weeks along and Tate came again, I had round pecs and pretty big nipples already. I thought he would be disgusted or something but he said he loved it and before he fucked me, he played with my pecs for a few minutes. While he massaged and squeezed my pecs, I groaned in pleasure and this turned him on even more. I was weirded out by the fact that I was getting ready to lactate but at the same time, Tate’s touch made me feel so hot that I was eager to get even bigger “tiddies” as he called them. That day he fucked me like never before and with each thrust, I felt my pecs bouncing so much that I would’ve loved to see it on slow motion. While he fucked me, I rubbed my huge belly because the babies were moving a lot but at the same time I was already imagining how it would be to breastfeed them once they were out of me. As weird as the thought was, I was actually excited about it.

So, the changes didn’t end there. My belly kept growing, my whole body was getting thicker, my pecs were getting plumper every day but then I felt something changing between my legs. There was no way I could see my crotch because my belly was so big that I felt like I had a whole truck attached to my torso but could feel my balls getting bigger too. They felt so swollen and every day when I woke up I felt like my balls would burst or something and it was getting really hard for me to fit them in my briefs. Even though my mom had gotten me bigger underwear, bigger pants, bigger t-shirts and bigger tanks, every day was getting harder for me to fit in any of those. My belly and my pecs got too big for any of my t-shirts so I stopped wearing them. Then, my ass got way too big for my pants to cover it entirely so I stopped wearing them too. For a few days I only wore my briefs and even though I knew my mom was uncomfortable, I was simply too tired to care about that.

Then, by the time I got to 36 weeks along and Tate came to visit me again, I wasn’t able to put on my briefs anymore. First of all, my belly was simply too big for me to bend and lift them up, but my balls were simply so swollen that it was so uncomfortable that I preferred to be naked all the time. I was pretty ashamed to be naked in front of my mom but there was nothing I could do. She said she could get me bigger clothes but we were running out of money already and I knew we still had to buy a few more things for the babies. My savings and her retirement check wasn’t enough to afford all the food I was eating and also get me new clothes every few days. I felt terrible because I knew I needed to find a job soon but first I needed to get those kids out of me. I wanted to get back to my normal life but I knew it was very unlikely.

Anyway, when Tate came to visit me, I weighed 293.5 pounds and I felt as big as a house. I had to struggle a lot to move out of bed. I was left breathless whenever I had to take a few steps and that made me feel like I weighed a ton. My pecs were already huge and I’m pretty sure most women would’ve been jealous but I was really ashamed of my massive tiddies. My belly was enormous and I was constantly groaning in discomfort and pain whenever the babies decided to start a fight or roll inside my overpacked belly. Then there was my ass that would’ve stopped the traffic if I had the courage to get out of the house. Added to all the discomfort, my balls were so plump and so heavy that I felt like they would burst. I also had to be really careful because in some positions my balls got crushed under my bellies’ weight and it was also pretty painful. My back was sore all the time, my ankles were swollen even though I stayed in bed 98% of the day, and my appetite was over the clouds even though I felt like my belly would explode if I got any fuller.

As I mentioned, Tate came and he was so in love with my massive body that he fucked me several times before leaving. He usually left right after he had fucked me but that time he stayed a little longer and went a few more rounds into me. I didn’t complain, at all, because I was getting so horny while I got bigger that I was permanently longing for a dick. Sadly Tate only came every two weeks but I swear I would’ve loved to have him with me all the time because I really needed his dick up my ass 24/7. While he fucked me, he also talked to me about the birth and even though I was too scared about that to actually pay much attention, I heard him say that he knew I was getting in labor soon because multiples were usually born earlier and considering I was having four babies, I was definitely getting in labor that same week. He said he would start getting things ready to take me to a hospital when the time came but I was definitely not going to a hospital. I didn’t want anyone looking at me in that condition.

Tate insisted that I needed to go to a hospital but I said no over and over again. That day, after he had left, I cried in fear of what was about to happen. I was really willing to be over with the pregnancy but at the same time the birth was so scary that I wondered if I was even able to give birth. I knew I could get pregnant and Tate estimated that I was able to give birth but I wasn’t 100% sure. I asked my mom about it and she told me that giving birth hurt and that it had been the most painful experience in her life even though she was only having me. I freaked out when I realized I had to push four babies out of me while most women only gave birth to one baby but when I looked down at my belly, I realized that there was no other way for me to be done with the pregnancy. I started getting mentally ready to get in labor at any given second.

The thing is, the days passed and I got massive. Even when I got to 38 weeks along, I wasn’t showing any signs of labor and my body just exploded in size. I was too big to get out of bed on my own and my mom wasn’t strong enough to help me up so I was like a beached whale that just got bigger every day. When I looked down at my belly I couldn’t even believe that it was all me. I was so big and so heavy that I thought I wasn’t having four babies but maybe a whole football team. Even then, I just got bigger everywhere. My pecs were huge and they felt simply so plump all the time that it was even pretty painful. My ass was larger than I thought was even possible. My balls were huge and swollen and the funny thing here is that I know I’m even bigger now.

Anyway, the weeks passed and I got to 40 weeks along, the day after my 40th birthday. Tate came to visit me and brought a few presents for me and for the babies. He was getting worried because I was simply too big. I weighed 311 pounds and I felt like I was over 1000 pounds. I could hardly move out of bed and when I did, I had to take a break after a few steps. Obviously, Tate came and fucked me and I loved it, especially because he was going really hard into me, trying to break my water. He knew I was more than ready to be done with the pregnancy and he said he wanted to help. That day, while he fucked me, he started massaging my pecs and pinching my nipples and suddenly I felt my them shooting milk out of them like hoses. I don’t think that’s normal but considering how much milk I was producing, it was only logical that the milk would come out in such a way. Tate was so amazed with my milky pecs but he just kept going. I knew he just wanted to fuck me and I just wanted him to fuck me so it was a win-win deal. While his dick was buried deep in my whole and the babies were moving so much inside my belly, I realized that once I had given birth those babies, I had to stop the constant fucking because I couldn’t be that reckless again. I needed to stick to my initial plan, even though I needed Tate’s dick up my ass. I guess all good things have to end but I wanted to enjoy it until the last moment.

Anyway, my mom was really worried about me but I insisted I was doing fine. She said she had never seen a person as pregnant as I was and I knew she was right. Even then, there was nothing I could do so I just got bigger for a few more days. Tate said he wanted to give me a shot to induce my labor but I hate needles so I said no. I knew I needed to get in labor soon but I wanted to wait for my own body to decide when to do it. The thing is, my body didn’t seem to have any rush because it wasn’t until I was 5 days overdue that I finally felt some light contractions. I texted Tate immediately but he apologized because he was pretty busy that week. I didn’t tell my mom that I was already having contractions and over the next few days they started coming closer to each other as they got stronger too. I was so tired all the time, my belly was so big and my pecs were constantly pouring out milk out of my nipples that I really needed to give birth already but I had to wait a few more days.

It was on August 29, when I was a whole week overdue, that it finally happened. I weighed 315.3 pounds so I was massive. I was home alone because my mom was at Bingo. I started having really strong contractions around 3:00 AM but I didn’t tell her. My plan was for her to be away so Tate could come and help me deliver the babies. My plan was pretty easy, considering how hard it is to push four big babies out of your body. So, around 9:00 AM, while I was trying to stand up to go to the bathroom, my water broke and it hurt a lot. I clutched my belly and immediately the contractions started getting stronger. Immediately I called Tate but he didn’t answer. I texted him and he didn’t reply. I started panicking but he just didn’t answer while the contractions started coming closer to each other. In just a couple of hours the contractions were almost on top of each other and I knew I couldn’t wait for Tate, the babies wanted out and there was no way I could delay them. I took a deep breath and started getting ready to give birth completely alone. I was scared to death but I was ready to meet my boys.

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He got such a cute rounded belly. I may call it a "ball belly". Hehe.

Just sitting back and jiggling my growing gut

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I would be a very good worshipper, I swear.

I'll be looking up to him and hoping he let me squeeze his big pecs and tease his pointy nipples!