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Pete was pregnant with quintuplets. Haley couldn’t have been more thrilled.

She loved watching her boyfriend steadily swell with child.

Every night Haley administered Pete’s prescribed hormone injections that helped increase the growth of the babies. Being quintuplets, they had a high risk of being born too small.

Unbeknownst to Pete, Haley also administered a drug designed to suppress Pete’s labor when the time came. Whenever Pete inquired about it, she assured him that it was a mere vitamin shot, though really she was just ensuring that Pete stayed pregnant as long as possible.

When Pete hit the ninth month, he was still carrying quite well. He had always been a jock at school, and still went to the gym often in his adulthood. In consequence, Pete was a buff guy with bulky muscles, his arms bulging, his shoulders wide, and his backside puffed out in a large bubble that had been very noticeable even before he had gotten pregnant.

He didn’t even waddle by then, nor did he complain, instead throwing her grins as he ran his hand over his gravid belly. Being with quints, he was massive, most of abdomen bulging out of the largest tank tops and maternity shirts they had been able to find for him. Their sex lives were still amazing, Pete adored his condition, and he couldn’t have been more incredible about the whole thing.

It wasn’t until the tenth month that Pete’s gait got slightly more awkward. He seemed somewhat concerned that he still had not gone into labor, but he remained a good sport about his condition. He spent many evenings sprawled back on their bed as Haley lovingly rubbed oils into his massive belly. The babies squirmed, seeming impeded by their lack of space, but Haley knew she could push them further, they were her children after all. And so she continued to dose Pete with the labor-suppressors, in addition to the prescribed growth hormone treatment that should have probably been discontinued.

By his third month overdue, Pete was waddling heavily. His large muscles only seemed to have grown, and his plump ass had swollen considerably. Despite that, Pete was exhausted now. He occasionally turned down their frequent outings to the newest bars and restaurants, in lieu of resting. Whenever Haley looked at him now, he was flushed, sweaty, or breathless, as though he had just run a marathon. Often he held the underside of his belly, as to support the momentous weight of the babies. Sometimes he leaned on a wall for leverage if just to give his muscular thighs a break. When Pete held the base of his spine and arched his back, allowing his belly to push out, Haley found herself truly turned on. She would coax him to bed, and he would reluctantly agree. Their orgasms would be mind-blowing.

By the fourth month, Pete finally reached the point that even his muscles could not support his weight. He was propped up in bed, his thighs spread wide, his massive belly perched on the mattress and partly squishing his legs; a boulder of a mound that was taking up nearly the entire mattress. Haley would watch it pulse and throb out and in, the mound seeming like living entity in its own right, the way it heaved. Even then, immobile as he was, Pete was sweat-drenched and panting. Could he have finally reached his capacity?

Pete grunted out as his belly button twitched slightly. With no way of reaching it, he cupped and rubbed at the side of his belly. He was truly full to bursting. Haley could see feet and elbows pushing at his skin, causing him to grimace occasionally. “I think I have to give birth,” he admitted, looking up at her sheepishly, as though he had failed in some capacity.

She watched his muscled chest heave forcefully in the tank top he was wearing, pulled over his gravid mound which was entirely visible. Haley trailed her finger over his plump, sleek mound, watching his body shudder slightly from the contact. “Are you sure,” she intoned teasingly. “Can’t we wait one more night? I’ve love to have you to myself for one more night.”

But every day, Haley entreated for “one more night,” at least for the past three weeks, when Pete had first found trouble getting up.

And as usual, he could not deny her. He gave a weak smile, pulling his sweaty hair out of his face. “One more night,” he agreed.