A Dad's Struggles - Part 5

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Bastian entered, smiling at Jack, and for a moment, the doorframe seemed to shrink. He towered easily over Jack. His broad shoulders stretched the seams of his shirt, and his lower body tested the limits of his pants. Jack blinked, still trying to process the familiarity in the man’s face. It was like they had met before, but he couldn’t remember. There was something immediately warm and captivating about him, especially the beautiful smile he showed whenever he looked down at Jack’s massive form.

“So, lead the way,” Bastian said, breaking Jack from his trance.

“Oh, right. This way,” Jack said, starting toward the living room.

Bastian followed quietly, observing how Jack’s robe could barely cover the massive ass and how it accentuated its roundness. Jack waddled, holding Joe against his shoulder as Liam stayed close. The scene made Bastian grin even more, partly because of how sweet it was to see the boys so close to their dad and partly because of how hot it was to see a man with two sons and so enormously pregnant.

As they entered the living room, Bastian stood beside Jack, looking down at the hairy torso exposed despite the robe. The curve of his belly, the stretch of his thighs under the robe, how his steps had to widen to keep from bumping his knees into his belly with every motion, and how his hips and butt swayed hypnotically were too much to ignore. Bastian didn’t speak, but his grin—half-teasing, half-curious—betrayed his thoughts. There was an undeniable tension between them, making Jack’s guts churn as he locked eyes with Bastian. 

As they reached the couch, Joe let out a soft, fussing whine and began squirming. His small hand dug under the folds of Jack’s robe, searching with clumsy urgency. Jack froze for half a second as tiny fingers brushed one of his swollen nipples, and the inevitable happened. Jack felt his nipples responding to Joe’s touch and cry, and a warm trickle of milk started, quickly intensifying with Joe’s hungry wail.

Jack turned toward Bastian, flushed with embarrassment as the robe got drenched within seconds. “I’m so sorry. He’s hungry again. I swear this boy has a black hole in his tummy. Would it be okay if I fed him before we started?”

Bastian chuckled softly and leaned against the wall with a casual confidence. “Of course. I have all the time in the world. It’ll give us a moment to talk anyway so I can understand the whole situation.”

Jack nodded gratefully and slowly sank onto the couch with a soft grunt. His belly sloshed forward, resting atop his thighs as he adjusted himself. Liam immediately plopped down beside him, watching curiously. Jack opened his robe just enough to expose one of his milk-swollen tits and guided Joe toward it. The baby latched immediately, suckling eagerly.

Bastian blinked, slightly lifting his brows. “Wow. That’s impressive. My boss gave me some background on your case, but seeing it in person is something else,” she said, sitting on the couch across from Jack. As he settled, he shifted slightly, adjusting the front of his pants. His trousers stretched tight at the front, clearly strained by his growing cock. However, he crossed one ankle over the other with a casual composure to hide his bulge, but his mischievous grin betrayed the effect Jack’s presence had on him.

Jack blushed, keeping his eyes on Joe. “Yeah. I still can’t believe it sometimes. It doesn’t feel real even though I feel it every second of the day.”

Bastian chuckled and pulled a small notebook from his pocket. “So, just for clarity. Is this your first pregnancy? Or is that baby yours?”

Jack shook his head. “It is my first pregnancy. I’m in a relationship with a woman, technically. She’s working right now because I can’t go out. She is Joe and Liam’s mom, and I’m their dad. The old-fashioned way, you know what I mean?” he said, looking at his two boys. “I breastfeed Joe because she’s not around, and he loves my milk. I know it’s uncommon, but my whole life is uncommon at this point. Even how these babies came to exist.” He hesitated and ran a hand over the massive dome of his belly. “It happened after a one-night stand. I was drunk, and I met a random guy at a bar. I barely remember him. It’s shocking since, well, I’ve always considered myself straight, and men can’t get pregnant.”

Bastian nodded, taking notes. “I guess it was a big surprise for you all.”

“You have no idea. I never imagined I’d be in this situation, and my partner, well, let’s say she isn’t the happiest about her man being a clumsy, fertile balloon.”

“Okay. Honestly, nobody would blame her. And the guy?” Bastian asked, struggling to hide a playful grin.

“I never saw him again. No name, no nothing. By the time I realized something was happening, I had no way to find him,” Jack said, rubbing his belly as the babies kicked up a storm. “But I’d expect a negative reaction from him, so I prefer to keep him out of this mess.”

“Maybe you’d be surprised. I can tell there are lots of guys out there who would love to see something like this in real life,” Bastian said, shifting in his seat again to adjust his hardening cock, but Jack noticed this time, so he preferred to change subjects. “Do you have any other relatives or close family that could help you through this?”

Jack rubbed his belly again, taking a deep breath. “I have three older sons from a past relationship but haven’t seen them in years. It’s been a lot to handle, honestly.”

Bastian nodded, scribbling something in his notes. “I understand. Now, about the physical aspects of your condition, how has your body changed during the pregnancy?”

Jack let out a breath, changing Joe to his other tit. “Where do I even start? Everything. My belly obviously got huge. My hips widened. My chest started changing early because the milk production kicked in way before I expected. My back’s constantly killing me. My feet are swollen. My balls are also swollen. My nipples leak all the time. It’s exhausting.”

“And emotionally?” Bastian added, aware that he might be opening a Pandora’s box.

Jack hesitated, then looked down at Joe, who was drowsily nursing. “It’s been hard. I miss feeling normal, but I love the babies. It’s strange, but I already love them.”

Liam looked up suddenly. “Why are you asking Daddy so many questions?”

Bastian smiled and approached the couch, crouching to be at Liam’s level. “Because I’m a kind of doctor. I’m here to make sure your daddy and little brothers are okay.”

Liam tilted his head. “Are you a belly doctor? The babies are inside Daddy’s belly.”

Bastian laughed. “Belly doctor? Yeah. Something like that,” Bastian said, bringing up a small lollipop from his pocket and holding it out. “Do you like candy?”

Liam nodded eagerly, grabbing it. “Thanks.”

“So, Liam, right? Let me ask you,” Bastian continued, ruffling the boy’s curls, “Are you excited about having more little brothers?”

Liam’s face lit up. “Yeah! I help Daddy a lot! He can’t pick up the toys. He’s too big.”

Bastian glanced up at Jack, impressed. “It sounds like you’re a great helper for your daddy. That makes you strong. You know how I got so big?”

“How?” Liam asked excitedly.

“I ate all my vegetables and helped people every day. Just like you.” Bastian flexed his arm playfully, making Liam giggle.

Eventually, Joe was full and sleepy, and Jack gently unlatched him. “I think I’m ready now. I’ll just put him in the crib, and we can do the checkup in my room.”

Bastian stood and offered a hand. Jack accepted it with a thankful look as Bastian helped him up. His belly shifted heavily with the motion. Together, they walked to the bedroom, with Liam going ahead.

Jack laid Joe in the crib, then eased himself into bed, groaning as he adjusted. Liam stood by the crib, intrigued by what the “belly doctor” would do to his daddy.

Meanwhile, Bastian prepped the portable equipment. “You can take off the robe now.”

Blushing, Jack opened the robe, exposing his hairy chest and belly. Bastian approached, marveling at how plump and taut Jack’s skin looked. He absentmindedly tugged at the front of his pants again, drawing Jack’s gaze to the overfilled bulge that showed the clear outline of a huge semi-hard cock. Jack blushed and felt his cock stirring helplessly beneath his enormous belly, making him groan in discomfort.

Bastian stood before the pregnant man and started with Jack’s pulse and reflexes, then examined his skin tone, ankles, and spine curvature. He palpated different areas of Jack’s chest, noting how engorged the glands were. “You must be producing a lot,” he said. “I had never seen such a development.”

Jack took a deep breath. “You have no idea. I have more milk than Joe needs,” Jack responded. “I feel like I could feed a whole army,” he said, wincing when Bastian touched sensitive spots under his pecs.

The pressure triggered a sharp awareness of how tender and overactive his tits had become. Jack’s lips parted in a breathless gasp as one hand gripped the edge of the bed for stability. His cock throbbed harder now, making him blush even more.

Bastian offered a calm smile, gently palpating. “It’s normal for the tissue around your milk glands to be extra sensitive. There’s a lot of hormonal activity there. It’s impressive considering you’re male,” he said, and Jack groaned.

The belly check followed. Bastian’s hands moved gently around the sides, mapping the babies’ positions with subtle pressure and receiving kicks in response. “They’re responding well to touch,” he noted. “A little crowded, of course, but no signs of distress. Again, impressive.”

Jack shivered as the touch sent waves of sensation across his stretched skin. His breath hitched, and he moaned softly, overwhelmed not by pain but by the strange, dizzying cocktail of pressure, movement, warmth, and arousal rippling through his body. His moans were loud, making Bastian chuckle. “Sorry,” Jack said.

“Don’t be,” Bastian said. “Your body’s working overtime to support eight lives. It’s bound to be sensitive. You’re doing amazing, Jack,” he said, leaning into Jack’s ear to whisper. “And you look incredible while doing it.”

Jack tensed, and his cock throbbed again, taking his briefs to the limit. But Bastian moved quickly and prepared him for the ultrasound. With some help, Jack lay on his back against a mountain of pillows. Bastian spread cold gel over the tight dome of his belly and moved the transducer in slow sweeps. Shapes immediately bloomed across the screen.

“Okay. Eight healthy little ones. Bigger than expected,” Bastian said, moving the transducer around to capture the babies from different angles.

Jack wiped at his eyes, touched by the sight of his babies moving inside his body.

Liam stood beside the bed, wide-eyed. “Is that them? My little brothers?”

“Yeah, they are. Do you want to help me?” Bastian asked, winking at Liam, who nodded excitedly as Bastian lifted him onto the bed and guided his hand over the transducer. “Now you’re the doctor,” Bastian said. “Let’s move this over your daddy’s middle, and we’ll see all the babies. Got it?”

Liam giggled, watching the images shift. Then Bastian turned on the sound, and a symphony of rapid heartbeats filled the room. Jack sobbed quietly, overwhelmed. Knowing that the babies were doing great made him feel better despite all the struggles and challenges. Seeing how excited Liam was about the little brothers was incredible. And having Bastian there, so sweet and hot while holding Liam, made him feel oddly comfortable.

*

A few minutes later, Jack sat up in bed, belly and chest still exposed. Liam was proudly sitting on Bastian’s shoulders, squealing with laughter. They had become great friends during the ultrasound, and now it looked like they had known each other for years.

“So, we’re done? Is everything okay?” Jack asked, feeling the babies roll inside him.

“Everything’s perfect,” Bastian confirmed. “Honestly, I’m amazed at how well you’re doing, considering how big you’ve gotten. I’m impressed. You’re not only remarkably fertile, but your body seems capable of expanding in ways I had never seen before.”

Jack chuckled softly, rubbing his belly. His eyes flicked up to Bastian, then away. He couldn’t deny that the man was beautiful, kind, and good with his boys. And the way he looked at him made something inside his guts flutter. He shook the thought off. He had enough to worry about. But it was hard to ignore what Bastian caused in him.

Bastian glanced at the time on his watch and took a slow breath. “I should probably be going now. My boss must be wondering what is taking me so long.”

Jack nodded, moving his hands over the massive belly. “Let me walk you to the door.”

He braced a hand on the mattress and groaned softly as he began to push himself up. Every muscle ached. His belly shifted visibly as he rose, stretching his balance to the limit. His swollen feet throbbed with the pressure of bearing his weight all day, and his lower back screamed for mercy. Still, he found his footing, steadying one hand on the wall.

Liam observed, still on Bastian’s shoulders. “Daddy, can we offer the belly doctor something for lunch?”

“Oh. Right. We were gonna eat before you arrived,” Jack said, blinking and rubbing the back of his neck. “But Bastian probably has places to be—”

“Actually,” Bastian interrupted. “I’d love to stay for lunch if that’s okay.”

Jack hesitated, then chuckled, nodding. “Alright. But let me check on Joe first.”

He waddled to the crib and peeked in. Joe was sound asleep, curled peacefully. With a sigh of relief, Jack led the way toward the kitchen, Bastian trailing close behind and Liam still giggling and babbling on his shoulders.

With each step, Jack’s wide hips swayed, barely covered by the strained briefs. Bastian couldn’t take his eyes off him. The soft rise and fall of the belly, the strong curve of his back, the bounce pull of his ass cheeks barely contained by the overstretched fabric. It was too much. Bastian cleared his throat, shifting Liam to the floor. His pants were tight around the front, doing a poor job of hiding how aroused he was. He adjusted subtly, hoping Jack didn’t notice.

Jack opened the fridge and began pulling out sandwich fixings. The task was anything but easy. Reaching for items required awkward stretches around his massive belly. Bending was out of the question, and even standing upright for more than a minute made him break into a sweat. His hairy tits brushed against everything, and his belly nudged open drawers or knocked into cabinet doors no matter how careful he was.

Bastian leaned against the doorframe, grinning broadly. “This has to be the most gorgeous ‘barefoot and pregnant’ scene I’ve ever witnessed.”

Jack paused mid-spread, cheeks burning. “I—I don’t think this is gorgeous,” he mumbled, trying not to smile as he ran a hand over his belly. “I’m a mess.”

“No. You’re incredible,” Bastian replied, smiling so teasingly that Jack couldn’t help but smile back.

Jack bit his lip, then looked down at his belly again. “Thank you, I guess.” The babies moved in response to the attention, and he flinched, moaning quietly.

Bastian approached and rested his hands on the sides of Jack’s belly. “I mean it. It is a miracle. A huge one. These babies are special, and they know it.”

Jack said nothing, breathing shallowly. Then Bastian gently pressed his front against the warm roundness of Jack’s middle. The contact made Jack shudder as the heat of their bodies mingled.

Suddenly overwhelmed, Jack pulled back, shaking his head and laughing nervously. “I’m sorry. I’m a mess.”

“I like messes,” Bastian said with a wink. “But I get it.”

They finished making the sandwiches. Jack handed Liam his plate, and the boy went to the living room. The remaining two sat at the kitchen table, facing one another, slowly eating their sandwiches. They didn’t look away from each other. Every chew, every glance, felt like an eternity. Suddenly, Jack winced as a powerful kick from within made him clutch his belly.

Bastian reached across, rubbing his hand across the hairy skin. “Easy there, little warriors,” he whispered to the belly, nuzzling it softly. The contact sent waves of sensation through Jack’s body. He panted, biting his lower lip.

Then, breathing hard, he backed away again. “No. I can’t.”

“I’m just kidding.” Bastian smiled knowingly, finishing his last bite. “Now I better get going. The sandwich was delicious.” He stood and walked to Liam, ruffling his hair. “Will you be good and help your daddy?”

Liam nodded. “Will you come back soon?”

“You bet,” Bastian responded, winking at him.

Jack waddled slowly to the door to let him out. Before he opened it, Bastian leaned in, kissing his cheek. The whisper came right after: “You might not remember it, but I was the man in the bar that night. I’ve thought about you every day since. I never expected to find you again—much less like this—but seeing you now, carrying my babies, looking how you do it’s overwhelmingly good. You’re glowing, stunning, and carrying our babies. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Jack. And I’m not letting you go again. Not now. Not ever.”

He firmly pressed his hand to Jack’s belly, and the contact left Jack dazed, aroused, and flushed. His cock was painfully hard. His nipples felt ready to explode. The babies rolled and turned. And his breathing was short. He couldn’t believe Bastian’s words, but everything clicked. He now could clearly remember Bastian’s face, the touch, his cock, and everything they had shared that night—it was him. Bastian was responsible for Jack’s current state.

Then the door swung open, and Jack’s partner stood there, immediately frowning at the scene. Her gaze flicked from Bastian to Jack—his swollen body, exposed chest, leaking nipples, and the hand still cradling his belly.

“What the HELL is going on?!” She said, clearly angry.

Jack froze. “Wait, I can explain—”

“Explain? You’re half-naked, cuddling up with some man in our house. Oh, and let’s not forget that you’re pregnant with someone else’s babies. Did I miss something?” She said, closing the door and getting right before Jack and Bastian.

“Please, let me talk—” Jack said, struggling to remain calm.

“No. I’m done. I can’t pretend any of this is normal. I don’t even know who you are anymore,” she said, raising her tone. “From now on, I don’t care what you do or who you are with.”

Jack flinched, groaning as the babies kicked hard. She looked at Liam in the living room—the boy was clearly scared.

“I’m leaving. You can keep Liam and Joe. Add them to the litter of kids you’re carrying. I need a fresh start, Jack. And you clearly can’t give me what I need. I’ll grab my stuff, and you’ll never see me again.” She walked past them, going to the room she had been using, and slamming the door behind her.

Jack stood in the silence that followed, one hand on the wall, the other cradling his belly. Bastian was still beside him, stunned. Liam came running to his daddy.

“Daddy? Why is Mommy leaving?” He said, crying.

Jack could barely stay on his feet even though he knew this moment would come sooner or later. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. Mommy’s angry, but I’m here,” he said, but in his chest, everything felt like it was breaking apart.

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PN: This story is similar to the series "Heavy" but focuses more on the domestic struggles of a very-pregnant dad than on the horny aspects of pregnancy (but we'll get there eventually). Now, poor Jack can barely stand the weight of the consequences of his choices. ENJOY.