Life Lessons - Part 3 (Patreon)

The Anatomy of Fatherhood

Over the next few days, Alan continued grappling with an increasingly unfamiliar and unsettling reality as his morning began to follow a troubling pattern. He woke up early every day, feeling a churning in his stomach that he could no longer dismiss as mere indigestion. As soon as his eyes opened, Alan had to race to the bathroom, overcome by a wave of nausea. The violent heaving left him drained, his body weak and trembling as he leaned over the sink, trying to catch his breath and steady himself.

The morning sickness was relentless, striking with such force that it drained him of energy before the day began. Alan tried to rationalize it, telling himself it was just stress or a lingering virus, something that would pass with time. But deep down, he knew something was wrong because the sickness only seemed to worsen as the days turned into weeks. Each day brought new symptoms—the fatigue that left him struggling to keep his eyes open during lectures, an aversion to certain smells that would send him running to the nearest restroom, and the persistent queasiness that lingered long after the morning episodes had passed.

His strange symptoms weren’t limited to sickness. His chest felt unusually tender, and his appetite had changed drastically. The food he once enjoyed now repulsed him, not only because of the smell but because the sole idea of eating certain meals triggered his nausea. Instead, he craved odd combinations of flavors that he would have never considered before. His emotions were all over the place; he teared up at the simplest things, a sentimental commercial or a sweet moment with his sons. But what worried him the most was his body—his steadily thickening frame.

His body was changing in ways that alarmed and confused him. Apart from the tenderness on his chest, his pecs, which had always been prominent, seemed to swell even further. His once chiseled abs had turned into a round, taut dome, his midsection thickening noticeably. His hips and ass were also thickening, his pants growing tighter with each passing day. Alan frequently tugged at his shirt, struggling to make it sit comfortably over his increasingly sensitive skin. However, the fabric only clung more tightly to his expanding form.

Each morning, Max waited for him in the parking lot, always with a smile and a milkshake in hand. “Good morning, Mr. Reynolds. You look amazing today,” Max said every morning, praising Alan’s looks. “Here’s your favorite milkshake. Drink up, professor. You need to keep your strength up for the day,” Max added, his eyes glinting with admiration and pride as he handed over the shake.

The milkshake had become a daily ritual that Alan accepted without question despite the growing unease in the pit of his stomach. Max seemed so earnest, so genuinely concerned for his well-being, that Alan couldn’t bring himself to refuse. Besides, the sweet, creamy drink seemed to settle his stomach, temporarily, at least. Then, after each class, Max always surprised Alan with a dessert—a slice of cake, a pastry, a rich pudding, or a chocolate bar—accompanied by a wink and a playful comment about how much Alan deserved it.

“Just a little treat,” Max said. “You’re working so hard, Mr. Reynolds. You’ve earned it,” he added, his tone playful. Despite Alan’s reservations, he would indulge, the sweetness briefly masking the anxiety that was beginning to gnaw at him.

Despite Max’s encouraging comments, Alan couldn’t shake the growing concern about his belly rounding out, his thighs growing thicker, his butt expanding, and his whole body softening. He knew he had to see a doctor, but the fear of what he might hear kept him from making the appointment. The anxiety about the impossible situation he was facing was overwhelming, so much so that he delayed the inevitable for nearly a month.

Alan’s wife, Becca, tried to soothe his worries. She had noticed the changes in Alan’s body, and she couldn’t hide her excitement. “You’re still the most handsome man in the world,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his thicker waist, tenderly running her hands over his belly. “You’re just filling out a bit, that’s all. I love it. It’s sexy,” she said, kissing his cheek. Her words were comforting, but they didn’t erase the nagging fear in Alan’s mind.

Alan knew Becca liked his thickening frame, and Max seemed enamored of it. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He had decided to schedule an appointment with a doctor. But fear kept him from making the call immediately. So, after weeks of hesitation, Alan decided he could no longer avoid the truth. He could no longer ignore the changes in his body. His symptoms were too pronounced, his body too different. He had to know what was going on, even if it terrified him. What if this was something serious? What if it was something that couldn’t be easily solved?

He had many questions, so he finally got the courage to visit a doctor on November 30th. That morning, Alan stood in front of the mirror, taking in his reflection. He sighed, taking in the sight of the transformation his body had undergone, one that defied all logic. His belly protruded noticeably, a firm, round bulge that jutted out over five inches from where his chiseled abs had been. His butt had thickened, the fabric of his pants straining to contain the newfound mass. His entire frame felt heavier and denser. It felt like he was carrying a hidden weight that no one else could see.

His clothes had become a daily struggle. The button-down shirts that had once fit him perfectly now strained across his chest, the buttons threatening to pop if he inhaled too deeply. His pants suffered a similar story, the waistband digging uncomfortably into his thickened waist. This morning, he had chosen a looser-fitting sweater, hoping to disguise the changes that were becoming harder and harder to hide. But even that clung to his frame in a way that made him self-conscious.

His students had also noticed the changes, though they were too polite to say anything. But Alan could feel their eyes on him. He could sense their curiosity as they watched him move around the classroom, sometimes even slightly waddling. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts while heading to the doctor’s office after his classes had ended for the day. His heart pounded as he parked the car and made his way inside. Alan felt the weight of his body with every step, the added pounds pressing down on him.

He checked in with the receptionist, who barely glanced at him as she entered his information into the system. He was directed to sit in the waiting room, his mind racing. How could this be happening? He was 33 years old, a college professor, a husband, and a father. He ate healthy and exercised regularly. His body was a temple, and now it was expanding in all directions without reason.

“Mr. Reynolds?” The nurse’s voice broke through his reverie, and Alan stood, following her to the examination room.

She went through the usual procedure—checking his blood pressure, taking his temperature, and checking his weight. Alan hesitated before stepping on the scale, dreading what the numbers would say. The scale beeped, and the nurse noted the weight. “283.5 pounds,” she said, jotting down on her clipboard. Alan’s heart sank. He had gained over 32 pounds in just a few weeks. It wasn’t just the number that troubled him; it was where the weight had gone. His belly, his pecs, his ass, his thighs; they had all expanded at an alarming rate.

“Damn it!” These were the only words Alan could say as he processed the numbers on the scale.

The nurse then led him to the doctor’s office. “The doctor will be in shortly,” she said, offering a polite smile before leaving the room.

Alan sat on the examination table, his hands resting on his midsection as his fingers unconsciously traced the curve that had become impossible to ignore. He was lost in thought when the doctor walked in.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Reynolds,” the doctor said, extending his hand in greeting before looking over his chart. “Tell me, what seems to be the problem today?”

Alan hesitated, taking a deep breath, unsure of where to begin. “I’ve been having some strange symptoms,” he started, his voice low and evidently nervous. “Nausea, fatigue, weight gain, changes in my appetite. But the changes in my body concern me the most.”

The doctor looked up, his expression turning serious. “What kind of changes?”

Alan sighed, then lifted his sweater, exposing part of his belly. “This,” he said. “My abdomen, I mean. It’s like I’m gaining weight, but it’s all centered here.”

The doctor’s brow furrowed as he listened. “That is unusual,” he murmured, moving closer to the examination table. “Let’s take a closer look, shall we?”

Alan lay back on the table, feeling the cool paper crinkle beneath him and lifting his sweater to expose his round abdomen. He placed a hand on Alan’s belly, gently palpating the area, his fingers pressing into the soft, firm flesh. Alan flinched slightly when the doctor’s fingers pressed on his lower abdomen, just above his pelvis, the sensation sending a strange jolt through him. The doctor’s brow furrowed again, stepping back, clearly puzzled.

“Does that hurt?” Asked the doctor.

“No,” Alan replied, sounding nervous. “It feels… different.”

“Okay. We need to run an ultrasound to get a clearer picture of what’s going on.” the doctor said, his expression unreadable.

Alan nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. The doctor left the room briefly and returned with a portable ultrasound machine. Alan watched as he prepared the equipment, his hands shaking slightly. Then, the doctor spread the gel across Alan’s belly and placed the transducer against his skin. As the doctor moved the probe across Alan’s abdomen, the screen flickered to life. Alan’s eyes were glued to it, trying to make sense of the blurry images. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, only the typical grayscale shadows and shapes he was used to seeing in anatomy textbooks. But then, the doctor’s hand stilled, and his face went pale.

“This can’t be,” the doctor muttered, more to himself than to Alan.

“What is it?” Alan asked, his voice trembling.

The doctor didn’t respond immediately. He stared at the screen, his mouth slightly open, as if he couldn’t believe what he saw. Slowly, he turned the screen toward Alan, pointing to a cluster of dark shapes. “Mr. Reynolds, this is highly… unusual, but you appear to have a womb,” he said, his eyes wide open.

Alan blinked, his mind struggling to process the words. “A what?”

“A womb. I mean a—” the doctor started, but Alan interrupted him.

“I know what a womb is. I teach anatomy, which is why I’m pretty sure I don’t have a womb because men don’t have wombs,” Alan replied, trying to make the doctor realize his words were ridiculous.

“I know. I also studied anatomy to get my title. Which is why I can recognize a womb when I see it, Mr. Reynolds,” the doctor replied, looking uncomfortable. “Also, your womb isn’t empty. You’re pregnant with septuplets. The evidence is right here. These are your babies, Mr. Reynolds,” the doctor firmly said, pointing at the screen.

Alan’s mind went blank. He stared at the screen, trying to process the doctor’s words. “Pregnant? I’m a man. Men can’t get pregnant,” he said in denial, his breath catching in his throat as the images began to make sense. There it was. Clear as day on the ultrasound. Seven tiny forms, each nestled within his abdomen, growing inside him. “Septuplets? It can’t be.”

“I know this is difficult to understand. I’ve never seen anything like this before. I mean, anatomically, this should be impossible,” the doctor said gently, “but the evidence is right here. You’re carrying seven babies, Mr. Reynolds. I’d say you’re twelve weeks pregnant. I can’t explain how, but it’s happening.”

Alan felt the room spin around him. As the realization sank in, so did the understanding that these were Max’s babies. The memories of their time together, the passion, the connection, to the playful comments about his growing belly—everything came rushing back, intertwining with the shock and disbelief that now gripped him. He was carrying Max’s babies, seven of them. The impossible had become his reality.

*

Alan drove home in a daze after the appointment. The world outside his car window seemed distant, muted as if he were watching it through a thick fog. The doctor’s words echoed in his mind—pregnant, septuplets, impossible—yet there was no denying the truth that had been revealed on that ultrasound screen. His hand instinctively moved to his swollen belly, feeling the firm, rounded curve beneath his shirt.

He walked into the house a while later, trying to mask his confusion and worry with a smile. “Hey, guys,” he called out and was immediately met with the excited clamor of his two sons, who came running toward him.

“Dad!” they shouted in unison, launching into his arms. Alan embraced them tightly, their smaller bodies pressed against his thickening frame. He could feel the weight of his belly between them, a constant reminder of his secret.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Becca said, looking up from the stove. “How was your day?”

Alan forced a smile. “It was… fine,” he replied, his voice sounding hollow even to his own ears. Alan moved to the dining table, where the boys had already begun setting out plates. As he sat down, his hand moved to his belly again, absently caressing the curve.

As they ate, the boys chatted excitedly about their day at school, their laughter filling the room. But Alan found it hard to focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to the appointment, to the image of the seven tiny lives growing inside him. How was he supposed to keep this from his family? How was he supposed to protect them from the truth when the evidence was literally growing inside him?

He barely noticed when his sons started watching him, their eyes filled with curiosity. They noticed his hand resting on his belly, the way he subconsciously stroked the roundness.

“Dad, why are you always touching your belly?” Benjamin, his youngest, asked innocently.

Alan’s heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Becca, who was watching him with a concerned expression, but before he could think of a response, his older son, James, scooted closer and wrapped his arms around Alan’s midsection in a gentle hug. “Maybe Dad’s just bigger and stronger now,” James said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

Alan chuckled despite himself and leaned down to kiss the tops of their heads. “Maybe I am,” he said, his voice soft. The guilt was still there, gnawing at him. How could he ever explain what he had done?

Over the next few days, Alan couldn’t stop thinking about the situation he found himself in, trying to convince himself it wasn’t true. He spent long hours alone, trying to piece together the puzzle of how this could be happening to him. Alan went over the details of his anatomy in his mind, trying to find some logical explanation for the impossible. When he wasn’t pacing around the house, he would sit at his desk, staring blankly at his notes, the words blurring together as his thoughts spiraled.

“How could this happen?” he muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’m a man. There’s no way I could have a womb, let alone carry septuplets. It doesn’t make any sense…”

He replayed his interactions with Max, wondering how things had escalated to this point. Part of him wanted to avoid Max as if it would make the pregnancy disappear. But he still met Max in the parking lot, accepting the milkshake with a forced smile, pretending everything was normal. The shakes were as delicious as ever. Max’s desserts after class were decadent and tempting, but now they tasted bittersweet to Alan. He couldn’t stop himself from drinking them despite knowing they were contributing to his rapidly growing body.

And he did grow. The changes were even more pronounced now, happening faster than before.  It wasn’t just his belly that was growing. His chest had swelled even more, his pecs rounding out and becoming heavier, straining the buttons of his shirts. His thighs were thicker, pressing together when he walked, and his glutes had become rounder and fuller, making it difficult to find pants that fit comfortably. He tried to hide the changes by wearing thicker clothing, using the cold December weather as an excuse. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal the truth.

During lectures, Alan found it hard to concentrate. His students were still engaged, asking thoughtful questions and debating the material, but his mind was always elsewhere. Max sat among them, as usual, his presence a constant reminder of the situation Alan found himself in. By mid-December, Alan was overwhelmed by the changes happening in his body. He’d stand shirtless in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection in disbelief. His belly was so round now, firm and undeniably pregnant-looking, even though he tried to convince himself it was just weight gain. His chest was full and tender, and his lower back ached from the strain of carrying the extra weight. He felt betrayed by his own anatomy as if his body had turned against him.

He was confused, but one evening, a few days before the end of the semester, Alan found himself driving to Max’s apartment. He hadn’t planned it; his feet had just taken him there, his mind too clouded with confusion and fear to think clearly. When Alan knocked on the door, he was surprised to see Max answer, wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Alan’s breath caught in his throat, taking in the sight before him.

“Professor,” Max said with a grin. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Alan didn’t respond with words. He pushed Max inside, the door closing behind them, and captured Max’s lips in a desperate, heated kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in each other. Max’s hands roamed over Alan’s plump body, caressing his round belly, squeezing his thick thighs, and massaging his rounded glutes. Alan moaned as Max’s hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. The fabric fell away, revealing the swollen, round belly that had been hidden beneath, which stuck out 8 inches in front of him. Max’s eyes widened in admiration as he gently traced the curve with his fingers.

“You’re growing so fast,” Max murmured, his hands moving lower, sliding down to Alan’s waistband. He deftly undid the button and slid the pants down, letting them pool around Alan’s ankles.

Alan shivered as Max’s hands continued their exploration, caressing every inch of his exposed skin. He knew he had come here to talk, to find answers, but now, in the heat of the moment, all he could think about was how Max’s touch made him feel—desired, cherished, and worshiped. Alan closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh as Max’s hands cupped his growing belly, his warm palms sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

“Look at you,” Max breathed, his voice thick with awe. “You’re so full, so round… I can’t believe this is real.”

Alan’s heart ached with the emotions coursing through him—guilt, desire, confusion. “Max… I…” he started to say, but the words were lost as Max kissed him again, silencing his doubts. He felt Max’s strong arms wrap around him, lifting him slightly as he guided them both to the bed.

Max laid Alan down gently, hands never leaving Alan’s body. He undressed himself quickly, joining Alan in bed. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them intensifying as Max’s hands continued to caress Alan’s curves, lingering on his swollen belly. Max’s dick rose to full mast, and Alan immediately spread his legs for the massive student. He knew this same scene led him to his current predicament, but something inside him couldn’t resist the need to be with Max.

As Max’s dick entered his hole, making him moan loud, Alan couldn’t ignore the overwhelming guilt. He loved his wife and his sons, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny his long to be with Max and his growing love for the seven babies growing within his belly. Alan thought about telling Max about the babies while the young man pounded hard, but he decided to keep it a secret; he was too young to take such a huge responsibility. Alan himself didn’t know what to do.

However, while Max fucked him hard, the professor realized that he had to sacrifice some things for the sake of everyone. He knew he couldn’t hide the truth forever, so he needed at least a way to postpone the inevitable revelation. Alan didn’t want to leave Max. He didn’t want to leave his family, but as a soon-to-be father of seven newborns, he realized that fatherhood required sacrifices.

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