Mat Desire 1

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Nate stood outside the community center gym, clutching at the hem of his hoodie and wishing it would stay down for once. At 20 years old and 6’0” tall, he had always been the poster boy for college athletics—broad shoulders and lean muscle, the kind of body that made people stare for all the right reasons. But a massive and unexpected pregnancy had overshadowed all that. Nate was eight months pregnant with octuplets, all boys, and his once-perfect frame had ballooned into something breathtakingly huge.

The hoodie clung to his body, and its fabric stretched to the breaking point, riding high to expose taut, veiny skin no matter how many times he tugged it down. His pecs were swollen and milk-heavy, pressing out obscenely as his engorged nipples were visible under the fabric. His tits, as he preferred to call them, bounced and swayed with every waddling step, a counterpoint to the pendulum-like sway of his colossal belly.

His anxiousness only made things worse as the octuplets kicked up a storm inside him, making his middle shake in all directions. Nate rubbed instinctive circles across the stretched surface of his middle, trying to calm the babies, while his other hand strayed to his pecs. The heavy mounds ached with fullness, and his fingertips pressed into swollen flesh that sagged with milk. Even after all these months, he marveled at how his body had changed.

His shorts were snug to the point of discomfort, fighting against the impossible breadth of his hips, so broad and rounded they looked made for birthing. The waistband clung desperately, digging into the softness above his pelvis. His butt was gigantic, a perfect combination of muscle and fat, jutting out in a round mass that bounced and shifted with each step, impossibly full and inviting.

Even his bulge strained the front to the point of obscenity. His cock was half-hard from hormones and tightness. His balls were swollen and heavy, fighting for room in the confined space. Every motion of his walk made the fit worse as fabric strained and seams creaked. His gait was a waddle turned spectacle—hips swaying wide, belly thrust forward, glutes jostling and bouncing, and tits heaving with each careful breath.

He pressed one hand into the small of his back while the other alternated between caressing the immense globe of his belly or bracing against his hips as he walked into the building, and every inch of him screamed how overwhelmingly big he had become.

Inside, couples sat on yoga mats, wives perched on pillows while their husbands or boyfriends massaged their shoulders, held water bottles, or whispered jokes that earned laughter. Nate swallowed hard as heat prickled at the back of his neck. He was the only man pregnant, the only one alone, and definitely the only one carrying eight restless lives inside him.

He tugged harder at the hem of his hoodie, wishing he could vanish. But his doctor had been insistent: “You need to learn positioning and breathing, especially given your situation.” Nate hadn’t had the strength to argue.

Everywhere he looked, he saw tenderness—partners working as a team and families growing together. And all it did was remind him of the man who had left him in his current condition. It had begun with a reckless one-night stand months ago. Nate had gone out only intending to burn off restless energy, but the stranger he met—a broad, magnetic man with a smile that promised danger—had ignited something raw and unrestrained inside him.

They had kissed hard and fast in the back of the man’s car, and the shock of another man’s tongue and hands set his body alight. Within a second, Nate was surrendering, consumed by desire, lust, and the need for a fuck. The man’s grip had been firm, his breath hot against Nate’s skin, and every touch made Nate’s pulse race until his body shook with more shock and pleasure than he’d ever known.

For that night, it had felt like fate, like being claimed in a way Nate had never imagined. But the next morning, the truth had crashed in: the man was married, with children, unwilling to risk his life unraveling. Weeks later, when Nate revealed the impossible consequence—pregnancy—the man had withdrawn completely, leaving Nate to carry the immense burden alone. It was hard enough to be one of the few men in the whole world who could get pregnant, but carrying eight babies and doing it alone was beyond Nate’s nightmares.

However, Nate still tried to act like he was cool about it all. He lowered himself toward a mat, and he felt all the stares going his way. His size made even the act of sitting a monumental struggle. He spread his feet wide, bent his knees, and tried to sink slowly, but his belly shoved hard between his thighs, stopping him short. His hips screamed with each awkward inch, his back arched as he tried to shift the weight, and sweat broke across his brow.

Every attempt to bend further pressed his colossal middle up into his chest, cutting his breath and forcing a loud grunt from his lips. He hovered above the mat, trembling with the effort, when finally the instructor hurried forward with a kind husband alongside. They caught his elbows, lowering him carefully bit by bit, guiding his massive frame down. Even then, it was evident that his body was far beyond what these classes were designed for. Cross-legged was a fantasy—there was simply no room, because the belly rested heavy and immovable on his lap. He groaned and his face flushed, unable to fold himself the way the others could.

Then a new presence knelt beside him. The man was striking—tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that made the air shift. His muscles filled out his fitted polo like it had been tailored for him, and the fabric stretched across a chest that begged to be admired. His sweatpants clung in the right ways, showing off not only a generous bulge but also the perfect curve of a bubble butt.

When the man smiled—warm, confident, and disarming—it felt like the whole room dimmed except for him. He approached with a smoothness that made Nate’s breath catch, as though he knew the effect he had. “Looks like you’ve got the VIP package here, huh?” he teased, crouching low as his gaze flicked to Nate’s impossible belly before looking up with a spark of charm that left Nate momentarily speechless.

Nate huffed a laugh, though his cheeks burned. “More like the overbooked package. I can’t even sit like I should. I’m just an enormous mess without anyone to help me.”

The man’s smile softened as he adjusted the bolsters behind Nate’s back. “Then I’ll be your stand-in partner today. My name’s Jaden. I’m the instructor’s assistant, aka, the guy who cleans this place after people leave.”

Nate could only nod, captivated, as his throat got too tight for words. “Thanks. I’m Nate.”

The lights dimmed, and soft music played in the background as the class started, and the instructor guided everyone into breathing exercises. Couples leaned together, syncing breaths, with their hands over the rounded bumps that looked tiny next to Nate’s. He felt more exposed and lonely than ever, but Jaden leaned close, firmly settling his hand on the taut curve of Nate’s side, right where the babies kicked hardest.

“Breathe with me,” Jaden said, with a low and loving voice that steadied Nate.

Their chests rose together and then fell together. Every inhale pulled Nate’s hoodie tighter across his swollen pecs, and every exhale made the fabric ripple as the weight sagged heavily again. Jaden’s eyes flicked once to the shape of his engorged nipples beneath the hoodie, then politely away—but his hand never moved from the belly, steady and grounding.

“You know… Nate, you look incredible. Strong, beautiful, and more radiant than anyone here.” Jaden whispered, and the words slipped into Nate’s chest like fire, making his cheeks burn furiously. “You just made my day a lot better.”

Nate wanted to deny it, to hide, but instead he let out a shaky breath and managed a nod, accepting the praise with a bashful smile that betrayed how much it meant to him. “Thanks. You, you look good, too.”

When it came time for the partner massage demo, the instructor said, “Support your partner’s weight. Gentle counter-pressure at the lower back. It works better if you get on your hands and knees, which is a common position during labor.”

Jaden moved with no hesitation, guiding Nate as he tried to shift positions. But every movement was a slow ordeal—rolling from his cushioned seat onto hands and knees was like moving mountains. Nate rocked forward, bracing one arm and then the other, but his massive belly swung heavily between his thighs as he managed to get on his knees. He tried to lower his hands, but the curve of his middle was so great that his hands couldn’t reach the floor, and his back screamed in protest.

“Ugh! No. It’s not happening,” Nate said, groaning as his colossal belly pressed downward, his tits jostled with each attempt, and his glutes trembled as he fought to balance.

His arms shook with the effort, and it became clear: there was simply no way for him to get on all fours. His body was too big. Jaden steadied him easily, amused and captivated, and his eyes gleamed as if he found the impossible size hot and fascinating. Nate could only half-lean forward before his body refused to budge further, groaning as Jaden’s strong hands slid into place against his aching back, firmly massaging and working miracles.

“I’ve never seen someone so pregnant before,” Jaden teased gently. “You’re carrying a whole basketball team.”

“Feels more like a marching band,” Nate groaned, softly laughing and making his chest shake until his pecs slapped heavily against his belly.

Later, during the relaxation segment, the instructor encouraged partners to cradle their loved ones from behind. Nate tensed, but Jaden was already moving, settling behind him without hesitation. Jaden’s strong thighs bracketed Nate’s hips, and his broad chest pressed firmly into his back. And then—there it was, the unmistakable press of Jaden’s bulge grinding into Nate, hot and solid and thick enough that Nate could feel it pulse.

The contact was firm, stirring, and swelling as seconds passed until Nate nearly lost his breath. The contact made his belly tremble, and he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips, loud and raw, as his whole body betrayed him. His pecs heaved, and his nipples stiffened under the strained fabric as he shifted helplessly against the growing hardness pressing into him.

Jaden’s cock stirred even more in response, swelling with a slow grind that made Nate’s mind swim, and every nerve screamed with need. His colossal belly rose and fell in frantic rhythm as Jaden’s long arms wrapped tight around it, holding him steady, breath warm and damp against his neck as if savoring his every shiver.

The room faded away, replaced by the heat of Jaden’s body, the weight of his arms, and the overwhelming reality that someone, finally, was there—close, steady, and unafraid of his size, his strangeness, and his need.

Jaden leaned closer, brushing his lips against Nate’s ear. “Man, your body gets me so hard. I can’t stop wanting you,” he whispered, and the words shot through Nate like lightning.

Nate melted helplessly back into Jaden’s chest as his whole body reacted in ways he hadn’t expected. His pecs tingled, his belly shivered under the embrace, and his cock twitched painfully tight in his shorts. Every inch of him seemed to throb with need as he sank into the warmth behind him. For the first time in months, Nate let himself lean back, let himself feel wanted, even if just for a moment—and it was almost too much to bear.

His throat tightened as his horniness skyrocketed, leaving him trembling where he sat. The closeness of Jaden’s body was unbearable and addictive all at once. His belly shifted violently as eight restless lives kicked and rolled, a storm beneath his skin that only made his body more sensitive. He rubbed circles across the taut dome, trying to soothe them, but each touch only heightened his awareness of how immense, stretched, and strained he was.

His hand drifted to his chest almost helplessly, pressing his fingers into the overfull mounds. The milk-heavy pecs throbbed, sensitive and swollen. It was too much, but Jaden’s firm touch and the presence of a massive cock throbbing against Nate’s butt made the pregnant man forget all the struggles. He only needed one thing; he only desired one thing, and it was currently nestled between his ample ass cheeks.

“I can tell you’re loving it, but I promise you, It’d be a hundred times better if we were naked,” Jaden whispered, and Nate could barely process the words as his body responded on its own with soft moans.

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