Heavy Load - Part 5

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Zeke cried out, and Gerald went pale. The boss’ hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. The guttural groans from Zeke’s throat echoed in the car, and outside to anyone who happened to be near the carpark at work. Gerald could only sit there, frozen in the driver’s seat, staring forward with wide, glassy eyes. But the sounds ignited something deep inside his core, making his cock stir in his pants.

Zeke writhed as the contractions turned sharper, longer, and deeper. He could feel them in his back, his hips, his thighs, all the way down to his toes. The pressure was so intense that it felt like his body was tearing in half from the inside. He groaned, bracing himself with both hands on the dashboard as another wave hit harder than the last. His legs shifted awkwardly in the limited space as his belly quivered violently.

“Nnnhhh—haaah!” Zeke moaned, gasping and freaking out. “Boss! I—I can’t—I can’t take this! I need a doctor!”

Gerald didn’t answer. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

Without thinking, Zeke spread his thighs as much as the car allowed, only guided by his instinct. The center console pushed into one side and the door against the other. There was not enough space. He clawed at his shirt, dragging the hem up over the swell of his belly with one shaky hand until the glistening dome was fully exposed. His belly looked enormous—tightly stretched and clearly alive with motion. Beneath the skin, something rolled. Then another. There was more than one baby. Everything made sense now.

Zeke gasped, watching in awe and horror as a baby shifted so close to the surface that he could see the shape of a hand with his fingertips. “Boss,” Zeke whispered, breathless, as tears fell from his eyes. “Please help me take my pants off. I—I can’t bear it anymore. These babies want to come out now.”

It finally broke Gerald’s trance. He blinked and looked at Zeke like he was only now seeing him—seeing the contorted expression, the sweat dripping down his face, the size of his middle, and how his belly moved violently with every contraction.

“Wait—what? You’re not giving birth in my car!” Gerald said, looking terrified.

But Zeke didn’t answer. He moaned again, lifted his hips slightly, and clutched his belly as another contraction hit and dragged him under. “Ugh! Fuck!”

“Oh, crap—okay, okay, okay, I got you, I got you—” Gerald said, reaching over awkwardly, trying to undo Zeke’s pants with shaking fingers.

The waistband was damp with sweat. Zeke lifted his hips as much as he could, groaning, but pulling the pants downward was hard. Zeke’s thighs were thick, the belly so low it blocked everything, and the seat’s partly reclined position didn’t help. Gerald struggled to free the pants from Zeke’s hips and ass, awkwardly tugging and muttering curses under his breath until they finally slid down enough to reveal Zeke’s straining briefs.

“This cannot be happening,” Gerald whispered as he hooked his fingers and pulled the briefs down, revealing Zeke’s swollen thighs, plump balls and cock, fat hips, and rounded butt. “Please tell me you’re not actually—”

Another groan cut him off. Zeke shifted again, panting. “Shut the fuck up!” he shouted, ignoring that Gerald was his boss. “I—I need to lift my legs. I think—oh, fuck—I think it’s starting.”

Gerald swallowed hard. “Lift? You can’t even move,” he said, but Zeke’s groans kept interrupting him. “Okay. Hold on.” He fumbled with the seat controls, trying to push the seat all the way back and lower the backrest as far as it would go. “C’mon, c’mon…” he said, glancing at Zeke’s flushed, straining face.

With the seat finally lowered as much as possible, Zeke groaned and slid downward. His mountainous belly shifted heavily with him, surging higher like a slow wave cresting toward his chest. Sweat glistened across the thick curls of hair on the dome of his middle.

Gerald braced himself, then reached forward and hooked his arms beneath Zeke’s trembling thighs. “Okay. One... two—lift with me,” he grunted.

Zeke gritted his teeth and tried to help, but his body trembled with effort. Gerald heaved upward, using his back and shoulders to hoist each leg, one at a time, until they bent at the knees, and his feet came to rest against the dashboard with a soft, damp thud.

Zeke hissed through clenched teeth as his legs splayed wide. His enormous belly shifted again as the new angle forced its weight back against his chest, and a loud groan tore from his throat. But the awkward position relieved some of the intensity building in his pelvis. He sighed shakily, rubbing desperate circles over the taut curve of his belly, trying to ease the restless shifting within.

“Oh, fuck,” Zeke gasped. “I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like they’re all pressing down at once. It’s too much!” Then his eyes went wide. “Ugh, oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Zeke whispered. “I feel it. I feel pressure. Down there. Low.”

Gerald turned paler, if possible. “What? Pressure? Like—like the baby’s coming out kind of pressure? Where is it even coming out?”

“Where the fuck do you think it’s coming out? The same way you put them inside.” Zeke groaned louder. “It’s coming. It’s like—it’s burning. It’s stretching. It’s so big!”

Gerald could only stare as Zeke’s whole body tensed again when a powerful contraction tore through him. Zeke couldn’t stop the grunt that rose from his throat. He curled forward slightly, one hand bracing his belly and the other gripping the armrest so tightly his knuckles turned white. His body glistened with sweat, his whole body trembled, and right in the middle of the extraordinary scene, Gerald chuckled at the sight of Zeke’s bull balls—looking plumper than ever—and hardening cock right beneath his belly.

“I need to push,” Zeke groaned, breaking Gerald’s trance again. “Oh, fuck—why is it happening so fast?!” He arched his back, shaking, as sweat poured down his chest and into the curls of dark hair across his belly.

Gerald leaned forward, terrified but captivated. He reached for Zeke’s lower belly to caress it and then slowly moved lower to playfully grip the man’s cock. Zeke moaned and reached for him, grabbed his hand, and squeezed so hard Gerald thought the bones cracked.

Zeke briefly looked at Gerald’s position and noticed the tent in his pants, showcasing the shape of his hard cock. “You—nnngh—you did this to me!” Zeke moaned. “And you’re hard while my body’s tearing in half with your child?”

Gerald’s mouth fell open. But he smirked despite himself, leaning forward to kiss the top of Zeke’s belly. “I only did a part of this,” he said softly. “Your body did the rest. And the fact that the baby is so big is entirely your fault. You couldn’t stop eating.”

As if on cue, Zeke’s belly growled, long and low. And even in agony, Zeke burst out laughing. “Fuck you! But damn, I’m still hungry.”

Gerald shook his head, grinning despite the panic. “After this, I’m taking you to an all-you-can-eat place. I swear. You deserve it.”

“Noted! You better do it because this is your fault!” Zeke nodded, gasping. “Hold me. I—I have to push now!” He bore down, groaning, with his eyes shut tight as the first baby began to crown. He could feel it—stretching him, burning him, slowly forcing its way out.

Gerald leaned down, unable to look away. “I—I see something! I think—it’s the head!”

Zeke was soaked in sweat, panting, and trembling. “It hurts—so bad—it’s so big!”

“You can do it,” Gerald said. “Come on, come on—just a little more!”

Zeke gritted his teeth, arched his back again, and pushed with everything he had. The head came free slowly, stretching Zeke’s body to the limit and burning his hole like it was on fire. Gerald’s hands hovered under it instinctively, cradling it when it emerged. Zeke’s eyes rolled back as he arched harder at the all-consuming pressure within him. His voice cracked into a hoarse cry—raw and unfiltered.

The sensations were too intense, unbelievably overwhelming. It wasn’t only the pain and the burning, but his cock twitched under the strain, and his balls felt ready to explode. The pressure of the baby pressing through his pelvis and against his prostate, the overwhelming contractions, and the raw stretching of muscle and skin—it all sent waves of odd pleasure through him, confusing, shocking, and inescapable.

Gerald only grinned, too stunned to comment, and kept his hands steady beneath the slowly emerging head. The baby’s hair was slick and matted, and Zeke could feel every inch of it pressing low and slow through him. His hands trembled as they gripped the seat. His thighs quivered, and he whimpered when the widest part of the head finally passed.

“Ugh! I can’t! I can’t do this anymore,” Zeke said, breathless.

“But you’re doing great! It’s like you were born for this,” Gerald said, leaning to kiss Zeke’s belly again. “Come on, keep pushing.”

The shoulders came next, one at a time, turning with an unbearable pressure that made Zeke gasp and grunt with each slow twist. He bore down with everything he had, and his body flushed as sweat glistened on the curls of hair across his belly. Then, in a final, wet rush, the baby slid into Gerald’s hands with a sloshing sound. Zeke’s hips twitched, and his entire body collapsed back against the seat in exhaustion. His legs still trembled, and his cock throbbed even more against the lower part of his belly.

Zeke sobbed, gasping for air. “Is the baby okay?”

Gerald stared at the newborn, wide-eyed and shocked. “I—I think so. I need—wait, I need to clean his face. I saw it when my wife gave birth.” He grabbed a T-shirt from the backseat, carefully wiping the baby’s mouth and nose. After a moment, a loud, strong cry filled the car. “There he is. A healthy big boy.”

Zeke burst into tears. “Let me see him,” he whispered.

Gerald clumsily placed the baby gently over Zeke’s heaving, hairy belly—still massive and full with more babies. The umbilical cord was still attached, curling between them. Zeke reached up and cradled the baby close, smiling through his tears. Then he felt something wet on his chest. He looked down and saw large wet spots around his nipples. 

“What the—” Gerald stared, stunned. “No way.”

Zeke blinked and lifted his shirt higher with trembling fingers. His nipples were leaking. He wasn’t only pregnant, but now milk flowed from his plump chest. “Ugh. Now I get why they felt so full sometimes.” He gently shifted the baby closer to his chest, instinctively knowing what his body and the baby wanted. “He’s hungry,” he said, still dazed, as the weight of the moment crashed down on him all at once.

Zeke hesitated, momentarily unsure how to guide the baby—he was a man. He’d never imagined he would lactate and breastfeed a baby, not even in his wildest dreams. The baby squirmed with a needy whimper, and Zeke’s heart clenched. Clumsily, he supported the tiny head and pressed the newborn closer, with one hand awkwardly cradling beneath the baby’s back and the other trying to angle his own nipple. And then—the baby latched.

Zeke gasped as his whole body jolted at the unfamiliar and shockingly tender sensation. He froze for a second, wide-eyed, unsure if he was doing it right. Then, the baby suckled with an eager pull that sent a fresh wave of emotion through him. He broke into tears, overwhelmed. His fingers moved over the baby’s head, gently stroking the soft curls as the newborn sucked and swallowed mouthfuls of milk.

“Hey, big baby,” he whispered. “I’m your daddy. I can’t believe you’re drinking from me.”

The baby let out a soft, content sigh against his chest, and Zeke held him closer, letting his tears fall freely as the baby’s tiny body rose and fell with his breath. His hairy belly loomed beneath them, still massive, full of babies, and trembling from the aftershocks of labor, and now rising and falling gently with each breath as he cradled his firstborn against it.

Gerald smiled, but he was still in shock. He stared at Zeke’s belly. “I don’t think this is over. We need a doctor. I know someone. Discreet. No one can find out about this.”

Zeke didn’t even look up. He barely had the strength to look up and was too entranced to mind about anything but the babies. Gerald finally turned the key in the ignition, glanced around to ensure no one from the site had seen anything, and slowly drove off.

*

When Gerald parked his SUV in front of the clinic a few minutes later, Zeke was drenched in sweat and trembling from head to toe. His breath came in short, sharp pants, and his eyes were wide with pain and shock as the second baby was already crowning. His legs were still on the dashboard, in position to bring another big baby into the world. His groin felt about to burst again, and the sensations were only worsening by the second.

The first baby lay peacefully atop Zeke’s still massive, heaving belly, with the umbilical cord still connecting them, curling like a ribbon across the hairy belly. Zeke’s chest rose and fell with frantic desperation as thin rivers of milk trickled down his pecs, glistening against his damp chest hair. He curled one shaky hand protectively around the newborn as the other gripped the door handle.

He gritted his teeth as another contraction surged through him, making him arch his back off the seat. The pain was as intense as the first. He groaned through it, pressing his head into the seat rest with his legs open wide but trembling from the strain.

“Boss—!” He gasped in panic. “The second baby’s coming—it’s already coming! The head’s right there.”

Gerald turned and saw the unmistakable look in Zeke’s eyes, the overwhelmed terror that bordered on raw instinct. “Hold on, Zeke! I’m getting help. Don’t push!” He barked, even though they both knew the urge to push was impossible to fight.

“I can’t!” Zeke cried out, red and slick with sweat. “It’s coming. Boss! I can’t stop it!”

“Damn it! Hang in there!” Gerald said, jumping out of the car and running toward the side entrance of the clinic.

Barely a minute later, he returned with reinforcements: a middle-aged doctor in dark blue scrubs, a nurse in pink, and a wheelchair rattling behind them. The nurse gasped when she saw Zeke through the windshield—sweaty, red-faced, colossal, with a baby lying on his belly and another head beginning to crown.

“What the—?” The doctor whispered, briefly stunned.

“Don’t stand there! Do something!” Gerald shouted, opening the door and stepping back.

The doctor sprang into action, checking between Zeke’s thighs as he assessed the situation. “We can’t move him like this. He’s too far along. The second baby’s right there. Keep pushing. You’re doing great,” the doctor commanded.

Zeke shook his head wildly. “I can’t— I can’t push. I can’t hold—”

“Let me help, sir,” the nurse said gently, getting into the back of the SUV beside Zeke. “Let’s get the first baby cleaned up.” She pulled on gloves and carefully lifted the slippery newborn off Zeke’s middle, beginning to clean him and work on clamping the cord.

Zeke’s hands flew to the sides of the door and seat, bracing himself as the contraction pushed him over the edge. With a long, guttural groan, he bore down. The second baby’s head slipped free, stretching Zeke impossibly. The pain was blinding, burning through him. He groaned louder, arching his back and turning red from the effort.

“The head’s out!” the doctor announced.

Zeke sobbed, gritting his teeth as the shoulders shifted and twisted inside him. One side, then the other, emerging slowly and painfully. The pressure was immense. Then, finally, the baby slid free with a wet sound.

The doctor cradled the second baby, clearing its airway, clamping and cutting the cord, and expertly wrapping it in a blanket. “It’s a boy. A big and healthy boy,” he said as the baby started crying loudly. “You did beautifully, and he wants to meet his dad,” the doctor whispered, laying the second baby on Zeke’s chest.

Zeke was barely conscious, slumped back against the seat with his lips parted and face pale. But he broke into sobs, curling his arms around the second newborn while still processing the fact that he had given birth to two boys. His belly was still taut and stretched, though slightly smaller now. The pressure within him was still intense.

“Hey, big guy,” Zeke said, softly caressing the baby’s hands. “I hope you’re doing better than your daddy here,” he added, smiling through his tears.

The doctor palpated the still huge, rock-hard abdomen and gasped. “There are at least three more in there,” he said, wide-eyed with disbelief. “We need to get him inside now.”

“Ugh! They’re moving again.” Zeke barely had a second to react before another wave hit. His hips rocked involuntarily. “Ugh! Another’s coming! It’s so big.”

“Let’s get them inside. Take the babies inside,” the doctor said to the nurse. “And Gerald, help me get him out of the car.”

The nurse collected both newborns, swaddling and holding them lovingly against her chest. Gerald and the doctor worked together, guiding Zeke out of the passenger seat. His legs buckled under him, nearly crumpling from exhaustion and the strain of his bulging belly. The doctor tossed a thick sheet over Zeke’s upper body to conceal him as best they could, and Gerald pushed the wheelchair quickly and carefully through the side entrance of the clinic. Zeke groaned and whimpered through the contractions as sweat dripped from his whole body.

Gerald laughed through his stress. “You owe me big time for the deep clean my SUV’s gonna need. I’ll deduct it from your next paycheck.”

Zeke groaned in pain but managed a weak laugh. “Asshole,” he wheezed. “I’m having your babies, remember? It is your mess.”

“True,” Gerald chuckled. “But you’re paying somehow. One way or another.”

Zeke moaned through a new contraction. “Once this is over, I’ll arrange a payment we’ll enjoy. Something I know you’ll love. But right now, I’m busy,” he said, feeling another contraction hit and the third baby descending into his birth canal.

****

Zeke could finally relax in a soft-lit private room a few hours later. He wore a hospital gown, open at the front, as two babies nursed peacefully from his swollen, hairy chest. Their tiny hands curled into tufts of his chest hair as they sucked eagerly. His nipples were raw, but he didn’t care. He smiled and cradled his baby boys gently with glassy eyes of joy.

Beside the bed were six bassinets—four of them occupied by a healthy, heavy, peacefully sleeping baby boy. Six in total. All identical to each other. All huge—well beyond the average birth weight, even for singletons. No wonder he had been so massive. No wonder the birth had been so agonizing. They had thick limbs, pink cheeks, and curly tufts of dark hair like their daddy. They were perfect.

Zeke’s belly had deflated considerably, but the rest of his body was still thick and swollen. His thighs were wide and sore, his hips and butt ached, and his midsection, though much smaller, remained round with residual weight. His balls were still plump, and his cock was sensitive, making him wince with each movement. His pecs felt and looked heavier than ever. But he felt proud—light—as his lips curled into a smile.

He laid his head back on the pillow, repeating each painful moment he had recently experienced. Images of his daily fucks with Gerald flooded his mind, making him realize that all the signs had been there from the beginning. The boss was back at the construction site, but Zeke couldn’t stop smiling as he remembered how they had created the babies.

Then, he heard the door opening. He looked up and saw his wife, Anne, standing in the doorway, smiling as her eyes scanned the scene—her husband in bed, two babies nursing, four more nearby—and her expression softened with warmth and awe.

“Hey,” she said gently.

“Anne—Anne, I can explain—” Zeke started, and his voice cracked as he tried to sit up.

“Shhh,” she said, moving to his side and resting her hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to,” she said with a smile.

“I didn’t mean to keep this from you. But I didn’t know, and then the babies—” Zeke said, but she lovingly placed a finger on his lips to stop him.

“It’s okay. Your boss gave me a hint over the phone. And the doctor filled in the blanks. He explained everything before I came in. He’s still in shock,” she said, giggling. “But honestly, I already knew. Or at least suspected.”

Zeke stared in shock. “You—what?”

Anne chuckled. “Zeke, I’ve been pregnant three times with your sons. I know the signs. You were glowing, hungry all the time, and nesting these last few weeks. And you got huge. Your belly was bigger than any pregnant belly I’ve seen, a lot bigger, but it looked pregnant.”

He flushed. “But… Why didn’t you tell me? Aren’t you mad?”

“I was initially hurt,” she admitted. “I knew that if you were pregnant, somehow, it meant you had cheated. But then I saw you swelling and how much you struggled, and I couldn’t help but love it. Men can’t get pregnant, but if my man could get pregnant, then that makes him special.” She leaned close, whispering with a grin, “So I might’ve been overfeeding you on purpose. You needed the nutrients—and watching you grow so big, round, and heavy? It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

Zeke blushed deeply, too shocked to respond.

“And the boys knew something was up,” she added, teasingly winking.

“What? They knew?” Zeke’s eyes widened in shock.

Before she could respond, the door burst open again, and Harry, Owen, and Taylor charged in, each with a backpack.

“DAD!” they shouted in unison. 18-year-old Harry carefully hugged his dad. 14-year-old Owen leaned to check the babies suckling on his dad’s chest. And 10-year-old Taylor immediately peeked into the bassinets.

“They’re so tiny!” Taylor said.

“Oh, they didn’t feel tiny earlier,” Zeke chuckled.

“Six babies, Dad? No wonder you were huge!” Harry added, looking at Zeke’s softened belly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m doing better now that I have you all here,” Zeke said, sighing in relief as his older sons showed him their love and support.

“Did it hurt?” Owen asked, “Like, really bad? Can you still walk?”

“Yes, it hurt a lot. It felt like I was tearing in half. There was blood everywhere and screams,” he said playfully, like describing the horror movies he often watched with his sons. “And I can walk—barely, but I can. Give me a few days, and I’ll beat you all running.”

His boys laughed and approached the babies in the bassinets. Anne and the boys started lifting the babies carefully, each cradling one in their arms. The sight was surreal: Zeke’s family surrounded him, holding the newest additions like it was the most normal thing in the world. He couldn’t help but swallow hard and sob.

“I’m sorry,” Zeke said, voice low. “I’m so sorry for the chaos I’ve caused.”

Harry shrugged. “Are you kidding? Dad, this is oddly funny. You were huge. You just had six babies. You might be more fertile and stronger than any guy on Earth. No one’s mad about this. We’re proud of what you did. Except for the cheating, that’s bad.”

Zeke blushed, and his stomach suddenly growled audibly.

Owen grinned and pulled a giant container out of his backpack. “Oh, right. We brought lunch! We figured you’d be hungry.”

Taylor nodded. “And Mom said that when you’re ready to go home, we’ll go to your favorite place—the all-you-can-eat buffet!”

Zeke chuckled, looking at his wife. “Why are you all trying to fatten me up even more?”

Anne kissed his forehead. “Because you carried six babies, Zeke. That’s such a heavy load. Now you need energy to make milk for six very hungry boys.”

Zeke chuckled and looked down at his arms full of babies and his family surrounding him with the other babies in their arms. Then he remembered Gerald’s promise to take him out for dinner, and he couldn’t help but smile despite his exhaustion. Between his family and his boss, any heavy load he might have to carry wouldn’t feel so bad.

The End

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