Matty's Full (of Surprises)

New story, inspired by the amazing growth/transformation of @xxgordoguapoxx

I always imagined him pregnant so here we go! Hope you enjoy!

Matty's Full (Of Surprises)

By

Brimmingbelly04

Matty finished signing in at the reception desk, then turned to look for a seat. The waiting room wasn't very big and though there were plenty of open chairs, whichever he chose would put him next to someone. Instinctively(?) he chose to sit down next to the biggest guy there.

The guy's belly was so big and round, his horizontally striped shirt didn't reach his shorts in the front, revealing a two inch wide slice of tan skin. He wasn't a whale, but definitely looked just about ready to pop, especially if his protruding navel was any indicator.

Matty couldn't imagine getting that big. Hopefully, presumably, he wouldn't have to because it was more than obvious the guy was expecting more than one. Maybe even more than two… As Matty adjusted himself in his chair, he placed his hand atop his own baby bump.

Yes, even though he was just shy of being twelve weeks, he already had one. Matty had a beefy belly to begin with, so he wasn't entirely surprised he was starting to show already, but was surprised by how much. Today, when he had his first ultrasound, he'd find out what was going on.

The chubby thirty-one year old was fully expecting to be told he'd need to better watch what he ate going forward. That was most definitely going to suck, but he was willing to do what he had to to ensure a healthy pregnancy and baby.

The much bigger, slightly older preggo suddenly let out a quiet grunt, which caught Matty's attention. He tried his best not to stare, thinking he was only looking at the other man out the corner of his eye as he lowered the magazine he had set atop his belly and started slowly rubbing it. But apparently not.

He'd noticed. He turned and looked at Matty with a knowing smile.

“Twenty weeks,” he announced, sounding rather proud.

Matty felt his face redden. That was not what he'd been expecting to hear. He'd been expecting to hear something closer to, if not even beyond forty weeks.

“Quadruplets,” the older man continued as he gently caressed the impressive curve of his belly. “Halfway there. My husband and I are so excited,” he smiled.

“Quadruplets?” Matty repeated in earnest surprise. “Wow! Congrats! That's…”

“A few more than we were expecting, especially considering we already have two, but we're happy,” the bigger preggo grinned. “Is this your first?” He asked as he eyed Matty's belly, which suddenly no longer looked or felt as big to him.

The younger man nodded. “Almost twelve weeks along. Here for my first ultrasound,” he shared.

His fecund neighbor leaned forward a little and turned more to face him as he obviously examined his belly again. “I would’ve guessed you were further along… Much further!” He stressed at the end.

Matty let out a nervous chuckle as he too looked down at his swell. “I'm a beefy guy. Had a belly to begin with. That's probably why it looks like…”

Before he could finish, the door at the end of the room, next to the reception desk opened and a nurse popped out.

“Miller? Kevin Miller?”

The preggo next to him set his magazine down and sighed. “That's me,” he said as he struggled to lift himself up from the chair. As soon as he was back on his feet, both hands flew to his lower back, thrusting his belly even further out in front of him, causing that sliver of flesh to grow by at least half an inch.

“Nice talking to you,” he said to Matty over his shoulder as he started waddling off. “Good luck today.”

“Thanks…” the thirty-one year old said slowly and quietly as he watched the man waddle heavily down the hallway till the door closed behind him.

Once he was out of sight, Matty looked down at his belly again, which he noted was already straining out against the XL, crisp white t-shirt he had on. His belly was still more a result of food than baby, unlike the other preggo. He thought about being pregnant with as many as him and shuddered. He could only imagine…

A few minutes later, another nurse popped halfway back into the waiting room and looked around.

“Giordano. Matthew Giordano?”

Matty nodded and smiled as he stood. He took the door from her, then followed her down the hall the other preggo had waddled along a few minutes prior.

“I'm Kelly,” the nurse introduced herself. She was young, still in her early twenties, with a sweet, comforting tone of voice. “I'll be helping Dr. Knerr, take a look at your babies today.”

Matty found her tone less sweet and comforting when she made the mistake of saying “babies.” He was only having one, he was sure of it, so he corrected her.

“Just baby,” he replied. “Only one.”

Kelly looked back over her shoulder and down at his belly. “How far along are you?”

“Almost twelve weeks.”

She looked like she didn't believe him. Like there was no way…

“I wasn't exactly skinny to begin with,” Matty explained with another anxious chuckle.

“Right,” was all Kelly said as she turned to the left and opened an exam room door.

“Thanks,” he said as he stepped inside.

“Dr. Knerr will just be doing an ultrasound today, so no need to change into a gown,” Kelly said as she closed the door behind them. “Now if you wouldn't mind stepping on the scale for ne.”

Matty did as requested. He looked down, but all he saw was belly, definitely more than he remembered seeing the last time he'd been weighed. Had he sucked in, he (probably) would've been able to see the reading, but he didn't bother.

“279,” the nurse announced.

“Shit, seriously?” Matty groaned.

“And a half, but I round down on account of clothes and shoes.”

“Shit…” he repeated as he stepped off the scale.

“What did you previously weigh?”

“Somewhere between 250 and 260. Usually closer to 260,” he admitted with a sigh as he went over and leaned his thick ass against the side of the exam table.

“Well I'm sure Dr. Knerr will talk about weight expectations with you,” Kelly said as she noted his chart. “He should be in in a few minutes. Good luck!” she smiled and nodded before leaving.

Matty may've been the only preggo in the room, but now that he knew how much he currently weighed, he wasn't feeling quite so small anymore… How could he?! He'd gained somewhere between 20 and 30 lbs in less than three months, without realizing it! Yeah, he knew he'd gotten a little bigger and could still pass as a “beefy” boy, but he still had months of growing to go!

He hadn't always been big. He'd started gaining after college like most guys do, and carried his weight well. He didn't mind it and neither did any of the guys he got with, but as he suddenly realized he was going to most likely surpass 300 lbs before he gave birth, Matty didn't feel so hot. Pregnant or not, he'd never imagined himself getting that big!

But now he had to because like it or not, it was gonna happen. As such, he reasoned maybe he should just use the coming months as a time to not worry so much about his weight. That would've made more sense if he'd ever really been concerned about it…

When guys in his Italian family (both sides) gained weight, most of it went to their middles. Matty was pretty thick overall but so far, also seemed to be the same, but since none of his other male relatives had gotten pregnant, he didn't know how far he'd take/push this particular genetic trait.

He'd find out soon enough. In fact, a lot sooner than he was expecting…

Dr. Knerr knocked and entered a couple minutes later. He was a nice, handsome man in his early fifties, who Matty had met the first time several weeks prior when he came in to have his grocery store pregnancy test confirmed.

“Oh my!” Was the first thing Knerr said when he saw him. His belly, to be specific.

Matty followed the doctor's surprised gaze back down to his mound. Shit, it really was that big already, wasn't it?

Dr. Knerr composed himself as he readied to perform the ultrasound. “I know you started with a belly, but it looks like you're carrying a little large for almost twelve weeks,” he said as he eyed the mound again, which was still covered by the tight, white tee. “Hop up on the table and we'll see what's going on.”

“It's probably just a big baby, right?” Matty asked as he did as instructed. “They run on both sides of my family. I was almost 9 lbs,” he shared as he situated himself.

“That could be it” Knerr nodded. “And/or you could be carrying a lot of water. Or…” he trailed off.

“Or..?” Matty repeated, raising his brows till they almost touched the underside of his hat's curved brim.

He was getting worried about all these comments he was receiving. Comments about his size already…

“Do multiples run on your family?” The doctor asked as he moved the ultrasound machine closer to the table.

“I have a set of twin cousins, but that's it as far as I know,” Matty shrugged.

“Hmm,” was all Knerr replied before saying, “Shirt up, please.”

Matty pulled his shirt up to under his meaty pecs, exposing his bloated, lightly hairy belly. Again, it still looked like just a fat one, not pregnant. Not yet, anyway…

Dr. Knerr grabbed a bottle of clear gel, aimed its tip at the large, pudgy mound, and gave it a generous squeeze. The thirty-one year old shuddered and his nipples tensed. He hadn't expected the gel to be so cold.

Knerr placed the wand on his belly, right above his deep innie of a navel. The screen to Matty's right lit up, full of fuzzy black and white shapes, indiscernible blobs, really. He had no idea what he was looking at as the exam room filled with a faint but rhythmic series of whooshes.

“There's the baby,” Knerr said, pointing to the monitor with his free hand.

He was pointing at one of the black blobs, which contained a tiny white speck. “And that's its heart.”

Instantly, Matty forgot about how big he was or how much bigger he might get. He hadn't intended to get pregnant when he did, but as soon as he knew he was, he was excited to become a dad. Now he was even more so.

“Oh…” Knerr suddenly said.

“Oh..?” He echoed.

“This definitely explains why your growth is a little ahead of schedule…”

“What does?” Matty asked, firming up his tone, but noting he still sounded a bit nervous.

“Baby B. Right there,” the doctor pointed to a different blob on the screen.

Matty's eyes widened as he stared at it. “Baby B?! I'm having twins?!”

“Mmm…” Knerr hummed. “Not exactly. I just found Baby C!” He said with a smile, one which Matty didn't return.

Triplets?! Fuck! No wonder his belly had grown so much already!

He'd been fine with the idea of one baby, but three? At his age? While single and probably staying that way a lot longer, because who would want to date him with all those kids?! Fuck!

As Matty continued to spiral, Knerr continued moving the wand around his belly. The thirty-one year old was still too beside himself to even think about praying the doctor didn’t find any more babies.

“This isn't happening,” he said instead. “It can't be!” He groaned as he threw his head back against the pillows, almost knocking his hat off in the process.

“I know it's a lot to process,” Knerr said gently as he continued to explore. “But more and more men are having multiples nowadays. In fact, I have a whole protocol for my more pregnant patients to follow, so you have nothing to worry about,” he assured.

‘Nothing to worry about…’ Matty silently repeated, already feeling very worried.

But evidently, not worried enough…

“Oh, OK, wow…” Knerr suddenly said. “And there's Baby D!”

Baby D?! Quadruplets?! Matty wanted to be a daddy, and yes, someday wanted to have a few children, but not now, and not all at once!

“Ohmygod… Please stop counting!” He begged.

“Better to be safe than sorry, no?” The doctor replied as he continued moving the wand around.

Matty supposed he was right. He just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, trying not to cry or hyperventilate. Miraculously, he succeeded on both fronts, but just barely.

Finally, after another agonizingly long minute of exploration, Knerr announced he was in the clear. No more babies had been found, thank God!

“Now…” the doctor said as he grabbed a towel and started wiping all the gel off Matty's hairy belly.

“Please, don't tell me there's more?!” The now confirmed to be very preggo groaned as he imagined himself getting so much bigger than the quad-carrying man he'd met in the waiting room, who'd only been halfway through his pregnancy.

“Sorry to say, but there is,” Knerr confirmed with a quiet chuckle as he reached for a second towel, having thoroughly soaked the first with gel. “But a guy like you… I don't think you'll mind,” he predicted with another chuckle.

“What's…”

“Being pregnant with quadruplets means you're going to have to eat a lot,” the doctor cut him off. “You and the babies are going to need all the food you can get to grow them properly.”

Matty grunted, then laughed and shook his head as he lowered his gaze to look at his handsome doctor, whom he wasn't the biggest fan of at the moment, not that what he'd just learned was his fault.

“And here I was thinking you were gonna tell me I need to cut back on the food!” He rolled his eyes.

“If you were only having one or two, I probably would've,” Knerr confirmed. “But four is a different story.”

“You don't say!” Matty rolled his eyes again before sighing. “Quadruplets…”

“Probably big ones,” Knerr added with a knowing nod.

“Quadruplets… Big ones…” the preggo repeated, still very much trying to come to terms with all he'd just learned. “Fuck me!” He groaned before looking back at the doctor and apologizing. “Sorry…”

Knerr smirked and chuckled. “No need to be,” he shook his head. “I know it's a lot to take in. But on that note…”

“Which one?”

“The fuck me, one…”

“Uh huh..?”

“Sex, safe sex, of course, would be beneficial,” the doctor said with another nod. “I'd like it if you could give birth naturally,” he continued. “That would be best for you and the babies… I haven't done an exam down there yet, but I presume that means you'll need to do some stretching, and safe sex would help with that.”

“I'm single,” Matty replied with a frown. “Probably will be forever now!” He groaned.

“Don't sell yourself short,” Knerr shook his head. “You're a big, attractive guy,” he winked.

“Soon to be much bigger!”

“At least you're coming to terms with it.”

“Not like I have much choice!” Matty griped as he pulled his shirt down.

It went without saying, his first ultrasound appointment had gone a lot differently than he'd expected. The good news was everyone was so far coming along nicely. The bad news was he was having three more babies than he'd been anticipating, and could therefore most definitely kiss the idea of not gaining too much during his pregnancy goodbye.

The thirty-one year old was still in such shock when he and Dr. Knerr left the exam room, he forgot to ask for a print out of the ultrasound so he could hang it on his fridge. The fridge in the kitchen, both of which he was going to be visiting on a much more regular basis.

Six Months Later

Matty slowly lowered himself into one of the extra wide chairs in Dr. Knerr's waiting room. Even though the chair was bigger than most, he barely fit, his hips and ass scraping against the wooden arms.

His now gargantuan belly came to a wobbly rest atop his thickened thighs, almost reaching his knees as he fought to catch his breath and to keep his shirt from riding up any more than it already had. Much like pretty much everything else, finding clothes that fit had come to be a real struggle. Covering his belly was literally the biggest issue, but Matty had also blown up elsewhere.

Everywhere, really. Of course his feet and ankles had swollen up as well, but even his balls were now bigger than before thanks to all the hormones and the challenge Matty now faced emptying them. His face was fuller and less defined, even his hands had gotten meatier…

Pretty much the only part of his body that hadn't done any growing, was his dick. Due to the ever-increasing weight the quads put on his prostate, it was frequently hard, but he'd lost over an inch and a half in length thanks to the chub he'd inadvertently added to his fat pad.

The thirty-one year old groaned as he leaned back and spread his thighs as much as the arms of the chair allowed, further straining his packed gray sweat shorts. The weight of his now hefty tits and the large babies made taking in a deep breath impossible, leaving him almost constantly winded.

And sweaty… Matty had always been quick to work up a sweat, but now, all it took for him to start perspiring sometimes was just a couple of steps! As such, after lumbering in from the minivan he'd recently traded his beloved Jeep in for, he was sweating buckets, his black sleeveless tee plastered to him as beads of moisture ran down the tattoos covering his arms, which had also gotten thicker (and softer) over the previous months.

Once again, same as he had been during most of his visits, sweaty, huffing and puffing Matty was not noly the biggest guy in the waiting room, but the least covered. Everyone else was more decently attired and much less sweaty and breathless. Getting (more) new, bigger clothes was on Matty's to-do list, but he was spending most of his time (and money) getting ready for the babies, including already abudantly feeding them (and himself in the process.)

It wasn't till recently that Matty was no longer embarrassed by his (ever increasing) size and now usually awkward state of dress. He felt (because he was) like a giant wherever he went, but since that couldn't be avoided, and because he'd been overtaken with the focus and desire to grow his babies as big and healthy as possible, he no longer cared what others thought.

Aside from all the growing and the tribulations that came with it, pregnancy as a whole hadn't been too bad. Honestly, it wasn't even half as bad as Matty had expected it was going to be when he first found out he was having quads, so at least there was that.

As he waited to be called back for his next ultrasound, he thought back to the appointment when he'd had his first. Back then, he'd been under the assumption he was only having one, and had been amazed (and slightly horrified) by the guy he'd sat down next to in the waiting room, who was already confirmed to be carrying quadruplets.

Matty remembered thinking how big the guy was at only twenty weeks along. Back to see Dr. Knerr again, this time for his thirty-six week exam and ultrasound, as he looked down and out, the thirty-one year old realized (not that he hadn't already) that his belly was now well over twice as big as the other man's had been, making him the real whale, and he wasn't even done yet! He still had another four weeks to go, assuming the babies didn't decide to make an early entrance.

One of the four pressed a foot out towards the top of his belly, right below his right breast. Already looking at his swells, Matty caught sight of the protruding appendage right before it receded. The kick was quick and not too hard, but still strong enough to make him groan. It also make him smile because as overwhelmed as he sometimes (often) felt, he was happy and excited.

His first (and probably only) journey to fatherhood most definitely hadn't been the one he'd originally seen himself taking, but it was what it was, and sometime in the next month, would reach its end.

A minute or so later, another man entered the office and went to sign in before coming over and sitting down next to Matty. The guy looked to be about the same age and sported a small but noticeable baby bump of his own, tight, firm and full, jutting out from his otherwise thin frame.

The size of their bellies and their composition (tight and firm, vs. huge, somewhat soft and definitely pudgy,) were obviously the most glaring differences, but there were others as well. Matty was big and thick all over, whereas the other man was (or eventually would be) one of those guys who were all belly. That would end up making him look very pregnant in his own regard, but in a cuter, much more reasonable manner.

Unsurprisingly, the guy couldn't help but stare at the biggest belly in the room, nor could he mask the shook in his eyes as he took it in. Matty didn't mind. In fact, he found himself a bit proud as he smirked and patted the orb.

“Quadruplets. Thirty-six weeks.”

The smaller preggo released a quiet gasp. “Oh wow! Congratulations!” He smiled as he placed his hands on the sides of his belly. “I'm thirty-two weeks today. Just one in here!” He smiled a little bigger he gave the orb a pat.

The fact he was only a month behind Matty made their difference in size all the more jarring. Then again, he was also having three less and wasn't anywhere near as “fluffy” as the beefy Italian had come to be.

“Congrats,” Matty offered in return.

“Thanks. Is your partner on the way?” The other preggo asked, naturally assuming the far bigger man had one because why else would he be so pregnant?

“He can't make it today,” Matty lied. “Has a big meeting.”

It wasn't the first time he'd talked about the partner he didn't actually have, and it probably wouldn't be the last. He wasn't (as) embarrassed to soon be a single dad, but sometimes it was just easier to go along with what others assumed rather than end up shocking them even more.

Sometimes, a lot, actually, Matty wished he had someone. He'd gone on a couple dates since finding out he was pregnant, and had hooked up with a guy into gainers back when he was about four and a half months along, but other than that, it'd been a dry spell, which unfortunately would likely continue for the foreseeable future since Matty didn't see himself having any time to date or have sex any time soon.

“My husband should be in soon, he's just parking the car. I should warn you… He might go a little nuts when he sees you,” the other pretty said with a giggle.

Matty chuckled back. “A lot of people go nuts in one way or another when they see me now, so you guys are good.”

“We were both surprised to find out how much he's loved watching me grow… He was so embarrassed to tell me, but I'm glad he did! It's definitely helped spice things up in the bedroom!” He giggled again. “He's always telling me now how huge I'm getting, lovingly, of course,” he nodded. “He's got a thing for guidos too, so when he sees you… he switched to shaking his head as he let out a low whistle. “Anyway, let me apologize in advance in case he says or does anything silly or inappropriate. I'll do my best to try and keep him under control.”

“You're good,” Matty said again as he tugged at his tee. “Sure he will be too. Anyway, I'm a big boy, I can…”

“Yeah, you are!”

Unfortunately for him, the other preggo's husband didn't get a chance to see the fecund guido of his dreams, as a nurse called him back before he arrived. Matty stood very slow, belly first, doing his best to keep his breathing and steady as he waddled towards her while waving goodbye to his new friend over his shoulder.

Matty braced his deeply arched back, thrusting his pregnancy further out in front of him. Every step he took, it swayed and his engorged breasts bounced and wobbled. He'd purchased a couple bras and had worn them a few times, but he just couldn't get used to how constricting they were, especially now that his milk production had started ramping up in preparation for the arrival of the quads.

As he followed the nurse down the hall, the thirty-one year old's stomach grumbled loudly. Matty felt like pretty much all he did was pee and eat nowadays, but no matter how much he scarfed down, it was never enough. He and the babies were constantly ravenous, which meant he was going to have to stop at the store (again) after his appointment, and probably McDonald's too…

Same as during his last several appointments, when the nurse told Matty to step onto the scale, he had to ask for help. Why? Because his belly stuck out too far to get onto the scale facing it.

Whale territory most definitely achieved and exceeded. Huge, fat and very, very pregnant whale…

“419 lbs,” the nurse announced after the scale and the very heavy preggo on it, had both come to a stop.

Matty had rocketed right past 300 lbs months ago.. Between carrying three more babies than he'd been expecting and wanting them to be as big and healthy as he could get them, 400 lbs became his next “milestone,” which he'd now also officially blown right by! Woof, or whatever sound a whale makes!

“Do you need help getting on the table?” The nurse asked as she helped him off the scale.

Honestly, Matty did need help, but judging by the size of the younger nurse, she didn't look like she had much to offer, so he shook his head.

“I'll manage.”

“Be careful,” she cautioned as she readied to leave. “Dr. Knerr should be in shortly.”

Once he had the exam room to himself, following a series of now arduous movements, coupled with several grunts and groans, the heavily pregnant guido managed to haul himself onto the exam table, which creaked repeatedly in protest beneath him. Slow as it was, all the jostling made the babies all lull about within him, causing the thirty-one year old grunt and groan some more as he tugged at his shirt.

This time, instead of tugging it down to try and cover as much of his belly as he could, he tugged the sweat-soaked fabric up, fully exposing it. After barely managing to get himself onto the table, Matty was sweating at full force again. As his belly had grown (and grown,) the hair coating it had thinned out, unable to keep up.

“Wooo…” Matty exhaled as he looked down and out.

The back of the table was inclined, giving his back some much needed support, but giving his belly less room. It was stuffed between his thighs and chest, making it look even bigger than it was.

A couple minutes later, there was a quiet knock on the door, then Dr. Knerr opened it and entered. Ever since finding out he was pregnant with quadruplets, Matty had been coming in to see him every three weeks, and still, almost every time, the doctor was surprised by how much the thirty-one year old had grown since he'd seen him last, and this was one of those times…

As soon as Knerr saw him, he let out a low whistle as he closed the door behind him. “Oh my…”

Matty had been expecting this, but still felt compelled to remind the doctor of what he'd said during his previous exam. “You said I'd do most of my growing towards the end…”

“I did say that,” Knerr confirmed with a nod. “Guess I don't need to ask if you've been eating the recommended amount?!”

Matty held in another groan as the babies continued to adjust their positions. He and the doctor both looked at it as his huge belly trembled from all the kicks and turns taking place inside it.

“I'm taking in 6,000 calories a day,” he confidently nodded, before adding under his breath, “At least…”

“Good. And how have you been feeling since I last saw you?” The doctor asked as he went over to the sink to wash his hands.

“Huge and lethargic.”

“To be expected at this point,” Knerr replied as he dried his hands. “Looks like your milk production has really started to ramp up,” he noted, eyeing Matty's bloated but still covered chest as he tossed the paper towels into the nearby trash can.

“It definitely has,” the preggo confirmed. “But isn't it a little early?”

Knerr shook his head as he moved over to the ultrasound equipment. He'd given Matty a full examination during his last visit, so all he needed to do today was check on the babies again.

“Not when you're going to have four mouths to feed.”

“I'm already feeding them, aren't I?”

“Yes, of course,” he confirmed.

“And I'm still not sure if I'm going to breastfeed yet,” Matty continued.

“Why wouldn't you?”

“Feeding four probably won't be easy or even possible all the time.”

“Not that you'd physically need to, but you could supplement with formula, though I should warn you, it's pretty expensive.”

“So I've noticed,” he groaned.

“Then why not put to use what you're making for free?”

“I might,” Matty nodded. “Probably will, actually…”

“You could start pumping now and freeze it,” Knerr suggested. “Not only would that give you a surplus, but pumping would alleviate some of the pressure you're likely experiencing.”

“Noted,” Matty nodded.

“And I note how active everyone is today,” Knerr said as he looked directly at his belly.

The thirty-one year old grunted again. He noted that too… He could feel every kick, punch and roll taking place within him.

Knerr grabbed a bottle of gel, gave it a few shakes and aimed its tip right above Matty's belly button. Rather than popping out like most preggo's do, his had gotten bigger and deeper, further indicating that his bulbous midsection was not only full of babies, but an ample amount of fat.

As the doctor continued lathering him with gel, the babies continued to move. All squashed atop the exam table, Matty felt so full, like he was about to pop, but knew that more than likely, he still had another month to go. He let out a quiet moan as he let his head fall back against the pillows.

“Good news is the babies should be a little less active soon,” Knerr said as the bottle he was holding gave a wet squirt, indicating it was now empty. “Not so good news is the reason,” he chuckled as he replaced it with a new bottle. “As you know by now, they do their most growing in the final trimester, which means you'll probably gain another 40-50 lbs before all is said and done.”

If he gained another 50 lbs, more than 10 lbs a week, Matty would end his pregnancy weighing some 469 lbs, over 200 lbs more than he'd weighed at the start. Jesus…

It wasn't ideal, other than it meant the babies would be healthy, and that's what he cared about the most. He nodded.

For the next few minutes, Dr. Knerr used his wand to count and check on each baby. He found Baby A, Baby B, Baby C and Baby D, all quite easily thanks to their current size, but then he found Baby E.

Knerr found a fifth baby.

“Baby E?! No!” Matty shook his head as he struggled to try and sit up more, his gargantuan belly greatly impeding his efforts. “I'm only having four!”

“I thought so too, but apparently, we have a stowaway,” Knerr replied. “Turns out you're having quintuplets, Mr. Giordano.”

“No…” Matty said slowly. “No way…”

“What's one more at this point, right?” The doctor chuckled.

“Yeah, sure…”

In a way, Knerr was right… Finding out he was having one more was definitely a surprise, but nowhere near as shocking as it'd been to find out he was having four.

Matty's belly was full. Full of food, fat, babies, and surprises.

“This does change things…” the doctor continued.

“Yeah, it does!” The thirty-one year old grunted in agreement.

“I'd like you to up your caloric intake to 8500 right away.”

“That's 2500 more than I already am! More than one normal person is supposed to consume in a day!”

Knerr nodded. “It would probably be best if you could get to 9000 calories daily, but I know that might be pushing things,” he conceded.

Matty's stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly, almost as if it was confirming it would somehow be up to the task. As he looked down at his belly, he didn't doubt it. What he did was wonder how much bigger it was going to get?

Dr. Knerr seemed to be reading his mind. “Now that we know you're having quints, with the added calories, I'd like to see you gain 60-70 lbs.”

Matty's stomach grumbled again as his eyes widened. Gaining another 70 lbs would put him close to 500, as well as close to doubling his starting weight.

Matty sighed and shook his head. Packing on the pounds hadn't been an issue thus far, but still…

“I'll do my best,” he said as his stomach gave another loud grumble.

Dr. Knerr smiled as he reached for the first of the many towels it would take to wipe all the gel off his belly.

“I know you will.”