Double Duty, One Man - Epilogue

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Cade was on his back in bed, with his legs spread wide and a satisfied grin adorning his face as he felt Simon’s hands softly caressing his thighs. He could feel the heat coming from the young man’s body, aware that the best part was yet to come. Simon pushed his hips forward, entering Cade’s hole and making his fertile body tense. Loud moans filled the room as the 14-inch-long cock went all the way in, stretching Cade’s hole like it was the first time.

Simon grinned, moving with powerful tenderness, knowing Cade’s limits and watching his face for every sign. He started bucking his hips, thrusting slowly but deep and sending gentle tremors through Cade’s overripe body. Cade moaned, breathless, as his hands moved over his swollen chest. He cried out softly, not from discomfort but from the intense emotional, physical, and hormonal pleasure. He needed this. He needed Simon’s cock so much.

And Simon gave it all—his strength, patience, and love. He leaned forward to thrust at a different angle and tease Cade’s prostate. The older man could barely think clearly at this point. His body was a hot mess, craving more of Simon’s intense pounding. Cade’s body rocked with effort as every inch of him felt ready to burst with emotions and sensations. It felt so good that he didn’t want it to end, and Simon didn’t have plans to finish soon. They just kept going until Cade was barely conscious.

Simon’s thrusts gained force and speed, leaving Cade unable to do anything but moan. Then, when the crescendo broke, Simon’s cock shot buckets of cum deep into Cade’s guts, leaving him shaking in pleasure and making his cock shoot a load all over his hairy abdomen. The moment was so intense that even after both had climaxed, Simon kept his cock in for a while, watching Cade slowly come down from his high.

Their hearts raced, and their bare skin glistened with sweat. Simon slowly pulled his cock out, making Cade groan, and then collapsed in bed, still breathless. Cade took deep breaths, trying to steady his breathing. He smiled, realizing how much his world had changed over the last few months, all thanks to Simon.

“You take care of everything so well,” Cade said, still slightly breathless, turning his head and meeting Simon’s gaze. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Simon’s smile widened, and he shifted closer, slowly bringing his hand down to rest on Cade’s enormous belly. His fingers gently caressed the thick mat of hair, slowly moving lower and feeling kicks beneath his palm.

Nine months had passed since the birth of his second set of octuplets, with the first set already toddling around the house at a year and a half old. And Cade was at full term again with another set of octuplets—eight healthy babies over ten pounds each. They stretched and kicked constantly within the vast curve of his belly, fighting for space.

 Simon chuckled softly. “It’s the least I can do,” Simon said, smirking. “Considering I might’ve had a little something to do with this third round starting only a few hours after the second one ended.”

Cade snorted, breathless with laughter. “A little something?”

Simon leaned in and kissed the top of the hairy mountainous belly. His lips lingered, brushing against the firm skin. “I regret nothing. I’m so happy you’ve got this big with my babies, Mr. O’Connor.”

Cade smiled, melting into the warm sensation in his middle. “They’ve gotten so big.”

Simon kept his face close to the massive belly where his babies moved, speaking to them. “You’re all strong little giants, huh? You’re giving your daddy no rest. But you’re lucky, you know. He loves you more than anything.” His hands moved gently over Cade’s sides.

Cade let out a soft, almost purring sound. “That feels nice,” he said. “So nice…”

Simon continued kissing Cade’s belly, talking to the babies, and feeling the little kicks. “You’ve got the best big siblings, by the way. Caleb and all your other brothers love you so much, and I love you, my big babies.”

Every touch and word helped Cade relax, even though this pregnancy had stretched his body to impossible limits. He was bigger than ever—he could feel it in every breath, every shift of weight. Even the hormones had been worse this time, making him hot and overwhelmingly needy, but Simon had never once let him feel alone. Cade had 16 babies to care for, making things more challenging. But through feedings, bathing, lifting, holding, calming, and soothing all sixteen babies, Simon and Caleb had always been there to help.

Simon shifted up and kissed Cade’s swollen chest. His tits had grown even larger, heavy with milk not only for the coming babies but still nourishing the two previous litters of octuplets. The fullness was nearly painful if not regularly drained, and Simon had made it his job to help with that, too.

Cade sighed deeply, watching Simon’s gentleness. “We’re lucky to have you.”

Simon raised his eyebrows and teasingly bit Cade’s right nipple. “I’m the lucky one,” he said with a playful grin. “I’ve got all these mountains to play with. Twice.”

They laughed, and then Simon reached over to the nightstand. He retrieved the double milk pump, slowly pulling the cups closer to Cade’s tits. Simon cradled one heavy globe in his hand, brushing his thumb over the tender nipple as Cade gasped and arched his back from the sudden rush of sensation.

“You’re so sensitive,” Simon said, kissing the top of the other tit.

Cade whimpered in response as his nipples stiffened with anticipation. Simon attached the first cup, watching as Cade moaned and his body twitched beneath the contact. The second cup followed, sealing gently over the taut skin. Cade groaned again, and his cock stirred between his legs even before the machine started.

Then the pump began to hum, and Cade gasped aloud as the suction pulled firmly on both nipples. The stimulation was overwhelming in his current state. His hips gave an involuntary buck, and he bit his lip to keep quiet, but Simon saw everything. He smiled knowingly and leaned in to kiss Cade’s cheek.

“Just let it flow,” Simon whispered. “I gotta go. You know I have another duty to fulfill.”

As the pump worked, Simon sat back and stood up from the bed. His tall frame stretched upward, and Cade’s gaze followed him with admiration. Simon’s body was beautiful, thick, and strong. 6’4” of lean muscle and striking elegance. His shoulders were broad, his waist was trim, and his legs moved gracefully. A few strands of his light brown hair hung over his forehead, framing his olive-green eyes and that impossibly charming smile.

As Simon turned to leave the room, Cade’s eyes traced the perfect roundness of his ass, admiring every movement as Simon exited the room. “With a dad like yours,” he said down at his belly, smiling. “You’re all going to be very good-looking. You’ll be big, handsome, and strong boys like your brothers.” He rubbed his belly tenderly, feeling the babies shift. He momentarily remembered Joseph and Tommy, the father of the two sets of octuplets, and he couldn’t help but smile. The young men had no idea that each had eight sons, but Cade remembered it every time he looked at their babies. “So. Today will be a big day, but we’ll take it slow. So let your daddy rest for now, please.” He said, closing his eyes and relaxing.

*

Simon walked into the hallway, still naked and smiling like he was having the best day of his life—every day in this house was the best day of his life. He checked on each nursery to ensure the babies were okay. The first nursery had the year-and-a-half-old octuplets—Joseph’s children. And the second housed the nine-month-old octuplets—Tommy’s little ones. Simon slightly opened each door and found them all soundly asleep. He grinned and quietly closed each door before heading to the next room: Caleb’s bedroom.

Simon opened the door and found Caleb exactly where he expected—lying on his side in bed, naked, propped slightly with cushions, and scrolling through his phone. Caleb’s free hand rested over the massive orb of his belly, gently rubbing it. The curve of Caleb’s middle was stunning—firm, high, and brimming with life. Every few seconds, his skin would shake or stretch as their first set of octuplets—each over 10 pounds—stirred and shifted.

The stretched skin was glossy, smooth, and free of stretch marks, thanks to Simon’s willingness to cover it with oils and lotions several times each day. A popped-out belly button and the dark shadow of a faint linea nigra running down the center crowned the taut dome. Caleb’s whole body seemed built to cradle this miracle—his hips were wide, thighs soft and strong beneath, and his chest was fuller now, clearly ready to feed the eight babies he would soon have to feed. He looked powerful, heavy, and radiant.

Simon’s chest swelled with love—an ache so pure it left him breathless. He could barely comprehend the beauty of it all: this man—his former best friend, this belly, the babies moving inside him. Caleb wasn’t only carrying babies but also holding Simon’s heart. Every time he looked at Caleb’s pregnant body, Simon couldn’t help but fall harder for him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and Caleb looked up with a wide grin.

“Hey, you,” Caleb responded, putting his phone aside. “I wouldn’t say beautiful. I’m ready to explode with your kids, and you like that. And you’re not bad yourself, handsome.”

Simon climbed into bed and kissed him deeply. Then he moved down to kiss Caleb’s belly, which jumped under his lips with a sudden kick. “Hey there, kiddos,” Simon said to the belly, laughing. “I can’t wait to meet you. Your daddy and I are so excited.”

Caleb chuckled, then moaned as Simon trailed kisses over the firm skin. “You really love kissing these big bellies, don’t you?”

“I do.” Simon nodded against his skin. “But I love everything about you. It’s not only the belly. I love you, Caleb O’Connor.”

Caleb’s body was incredible—only a few inches smaller than Cade’s, but equally awe-inspiring. “And I love you so much. These babies will have the best dad ever,” he said as Simon’s hands moved slowly, gently massaging the taut orb.

Simon remembered the night they first truly embraced their mutual love. He remembered how after the birth of Cade’s second batch, he had fucked Caleb’s dad, and they hadn’t been able to hide the secret. Caleb had teasingly said, “You’ll have to pay for that later, Simon,” and he had indeed paid for it. But not as Simon initially expected; it was better.

They had been together before, but only as fuck buddies. But that night, as they talked, Simon grabbed Caleb by the front of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss that silenced any doubts Caleb had about his feelings for Simon. It hadn’t been only a kiss but the culmination of months of tension, small jokes, and brief touches that had built a quiet connection between them, growing stronger with each passing day.

That night, something had shifted. They had kissed, quickly jumping into bed, finally surrendering to the mutual desire. They had made love slowly and passionately. It was the first night they stopped pretending it was only friendship—when they finally let themselves fall shamelessly into love. It was the first time they had sex without protection because, this time, the connection was different—deep, bare, and more intimate.

A few weeks later, they learned that Cade was pregnant again, this time with Simon’s children, while still recovering from the last labor but already blooming with life again. The news was well received, making them wonder what to do with more babies on the way and 16 already in the house. They had things to discuss, but the news hadn’t affected Simon and Caleb’s relationship; instead, it brought them closer, deepening their trust and love.

Caleb fell sick around that same time, and they found out the truth—that he could also get pregnant—and everything had changed. Caleb was pregnant with Simon’s babies, just like Cade. It wasn’t only the shock of the discovery or the realization that their lives would change forever. But the eight babies they had created reaffirmed their love and the future they could build together. To Simon, it felt like fate. He had given his heart to Caleb and his body to Cade, and now both were carrying his children.

Simon couldn’t stop smiling all these months later, massaging his boyfriend’s belly with love. Caleb watched him, softly moaning and smiling in love.

“How’s Dad, by the way?” Caleb asked.

“He’s doing great,” Simon said. “Relaxed. He’s incredible, you know. At this point, a third pregnancy is like a peaceful walk through the park.”

“You make him feel incredible,” Caleb replied. “Just like you make me feel like the luckiest man on Earth. We’re lucky to have you here.”

“That’s exactly what he said.” Simon leaned up and kissed him hard. “What can I say? I have a superpower to keep the O’Connor men happy.”

“Show me that superpower,” Caleb said, playfully winking.

Simon carefully helped Caleb roll onto his back, slowly spreading his legs to kneel between them. His hands moved carefully across the massive belly, soothing the muscles and easing the tension. Caleb let out soft moans, overwhelmed by the comfort and love—and the unbearable horniness that had taken root deep within him ever since the pregnancy began.

Simon knew exactly what Caleb needed. He massaged the taut expanse of the belly, then leaned forward, kissing the stretched skin as he positioned himself between Caleb’s legs. The pregnant guy let out a deep, needy sound as his whole body tensed. Simon pushed his hips forward, slowly pushing his 14-inch-long cock in. Caleb gasped—loud, breathless, and unable to hold back. The penetration made his hormone-flooded body go wild.

Simon began to move, slowly and passionately thrusting, ensuring Caleb was comfortable, happy, loved, but also high on pleasure. “So, is the superpower working?”

Caleb clutched at the sheets, tilting his head back as moans spilled freely from his lips. “Simon... oh, please, Simon…” he whimpered, overwhelmed by the pressure and pure bliss.

Simon leaned forward, kissing the huge belly again as his pounding gained speed and force. “I guess that’s a yes,” he whispered against Caleb’s belly as his pounding intensified.

Caleb had no words to respond. He was too horny, too full, and too high to come up with coherent words. Simon’s hips thrust as fast and as hard as a jackhammer, making Caleb’s belly and tits bounce. They moved together, embracing each other’s heat. Caleb was shaking beneath the intensity, and Simon could barely contain his emotions as he thought about spending the rest of his life with Caleb.

Simon took his time, enjoying each moan that escaped Caleb’s mouth. He had fulfilled Cade’s needs because it was his responsibility as the father of those kids. And now, it was Caleb’s turn because Simon’s kids were growing inside him. Simon would care for both. He would always care for them all, here and wherever they went.

****

Hours later, grunts of exertion, clanking furniture, and shouts of direction filled the house, along with the creak of weighted-down ramps leading into the cargo bay of a 26-foot box truck from a moving company. Sweat glistened on Simon’s forehead as he emerged from the house carrying a heavy bookshelf over one shoulder. His broad chest heaved under the strain. His worn t-shirt clung to his frame, soaked through and darkened.

He shouted friendly orders to the crew helping him with the move. The four men were efficient but understandably struggling to keep up with Simon’s energy. He had been hauling boxes, loading wrapped furniture, and organizing every detail of the move with the precision of a field commander. The living room was full of boxes labeled in handwriting—“KITCHEN,” “BABY CLOTHES,” “CALEB’S BOOKS,” “DIAPERS,” and so many more. Disassembled cribs and changing tables were stacked carefully in the truck already.

Moving to a new house was urgent. With Cade’s sixteen babies already in the house, him carrying eight more, and Caleb also carrying another eight, they were rapidly approaching a staggering total of thirty-two babies. Cade had lived here alone for years, with Caleb coming to visit often, but now it had become far too cramped, with bassinets tucked into every corner and toys spilling into hallways.

After a few calls and some help from good contacts, Caleb and Simon had miraculously found a spacious new property on the edge of town—a beautiful, two-story farmhouse with eight bedrooms, a huge yard, and even a renovated barn that could serve as a playroom or classroom someday. They had to move today—before Cade and Caleb gave birth—because, soon, neither of them would be able to do more than rest and care for so many kids. The clock was ticking, and Simon had taken the reins to ensure everything went okay.

Meanwhile, inside Cade’s bedroom—the only room where the moving crew couldn’t enter, Cade lay propped up against a mountain of pillows, shirtless and flushed, wearing sweatpants so stretched they looked painted onto him. Next to him, Caleb mirrored his posture, also shirtless and wearing too-tight sweatpants. Between them lay the sixteen chubby babies, all curled up in a warm baby pile, carefully watched over. The older babies played with toys in bed, and the 9-month-old octuplets were half asleep after Cade fed them recently.

“I think they’ll love the new house. I’ve only seen the photos, but it looks incredible,” Cade said, rubbing slow circles across his abdomen. “I still can’t believe I’m leaving this house. I honestly thought I’d die here.”

Caleb chuckled, mirroring the motion on his belly. “That was before you decided to become a baby machine. And we better do this now. Can you imagine trying to move once we’ve both popped? It would be a lot harder with two fresh batches of crying babies. Simon would have to drive all day to take us all there in groups.”

Cade nodded, breathing out slowly. “I know. Simon’s amazing, by the way. I don’t know how he’s doing all this and still remembering where every pacifier and bottle warmer is. You found a really good man to start a family, Caleb. You two will be very happy.”

“I know. Simon is perfect,” Caleb said, smiling. “He says it’s his responsibility to do it all since he did this to us. He says it playfully, but he’s really excited about the babies, all of them. Last night, he told me we’ll have enough room in the new house to have more kids.”

There was a pause before Cade chuckled. “I love being pregnant. I didn’t think I would because everything’s been so hard. But during this third pregnancy, with Simon around, I’ve loved it. But I think I’m done after this batch.”

Caleb turned his head, widening his eyes. “Done? What do you exactly mean?”

Cade smiled and looked down at the babies beside him. “Yeah. Look at them. Sixteen babies are more than anyone could’ve handled, and still, here I am, expecting eight more. So I think I’m going to ask the doctor for a tubal ligation or something after I recover. I’ve done my part to populate the planet.” He laughed. “Now I want to focus on raising all these kids. I want them to become wonderful young men like you, son.”

Caleb smiled and nodded. “I get it. I want a break after the babies come out. I want to finish college and figure out how to be a dad to them before even thinking about more. I’m not as good as you at this, so I don’t think I can get pregnant again so soon. But...”

“But?” Cade grinned.

“But let’s be real,” Caleb groaned, rubbing his belly. “Simon is too good. It’s impossible not to want to have more with him.”

They laughed, and just then, the bedroom door opened, and Simon walked in, glistening with sweat. He tugged his drenched T-shirt over his head, exposing his chest, arms, and abs, all glistening beautifully. Caleb froze, opening his mouth and widening his eyes.

“Oh dear…” Caleb whispered, visibly stunned.

Cade burst into laughter. “I give you a month max before you’re pregnant again,” he said, making Caleb blush.

Simon blinked, confused, but smiled. “What do you mean? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Cade said, shifting his position and groaning. “We were just appreciating your… work ethic.”

Simon chuckled, then knelt beside Caleb and kissed his belly. “The crew’s gone. They packed the last of the boxes and left. The only thing left is this bed, but I can come back for it later. We’re almost ready to go. We only have to wait for—”

The door creaked open again, and a beautiful, elegant woman stepped in, dressed in a comfortable shirt and breezy linen slacks. She was the person with contacts who had helped Caleb and Simon find the new house. She smiled when she saw the men in the room and the babies moving in bed.

“Hey, Mom,” Caleb said with a grin.

“Hi, Natasha,” Cade said softly, blushing.

Cade’s ex-wife moved gracefully across the room, leaning to kiss Caleb’s forehead. She got involved when Caleb found out about his pregnancy, forcing him to tell his mom about Cade’s two previous pregnancies and the current one. Since then, she had supported both men, coming frequently to help them with everything. She loved Caleb and was happy with Simon’s doings, and Cade still had a special spot in her heart. She turned to him, brushing the damp hairs of his belly. “Hello, Mr. O’Connor. How are you doing? How are the babies?”

“They’re big,” Cade replied, smiling. “Strong. I think they’re ready to come out.”

She leaned forward, hugging his upper torso. “I’m glad. But it’s a shame you’ll lose some roundness,” she said, gently moving her hand over the swell of his belly. Cade sighed at the touch. Then, with a mischievous grin, she playfully patted his tit. “Well, these will stay. I still can’t believe now you have boobs so much bigger than mine,” she teased as a few drops of milk leaked from one nipple.

Cade groaned in embarrassment. “Sorry, they’re really full.”

“It’s okay. I’m just teasing. You can’t blame me for admiring my ex-husband’s body,” she said, winking at him and making him blush even more. “Anyway. Everything’s ready. Two minivans. I’ll take the older octuplets with me—car seats are already set up—and you’ll ride in the front with me. Simon will drive the other van with the younger babies and Caleb in the passenger seat. The new house awaits.”

Simon nodded, grabbing a t-shirt and helping Caleb to put it on. It didn’t quite cover the underside, but it was good enough. “If you get any bigger, we will need a circus tent,” he said, and Caleb laughed.

Natasha helped Cade into his, carefully moving the fabric over the sensitive skin of his chest. “Have you ever considered wearing a bra? I can tell they’d be helpful to handle these massive boobs. But I can’t deny you look great just like this. I think it’s hot.” She locked eyes with Cade as her hand rested on his belly. “So bad things didn’t work between us years ago.”

“Natasha. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let you go all those years ago,” Cade whispered, loving her careful touch on his body. “I wish we could…”

“You were immature. I get it. But it’s never too late,” Natasha said softly. “You’ve clearly proven you’re not too old for more kids. I don’t think you’re too old to try again. You’ve clearly learned a lot with all these babies to care for. So, who knows?”

Cade smiled, nodding, silently feeling a sudden and strange connection with his ex-wife.

Caleb smirked, watching them. “You two should get a room,” he said. Cade turned as red as a tomato, and Natasha laughed.

Simon groaned, helping Caleb get out of bed. Natasha helped Cade to his feet, helping him get his balance before he started waddling to the door alongside Caleb. Simon picked up two babies and turned to see Natasha settling the others into carriers. They still had to load the sixteen babies into the cars, but everything else was ready.

Cade looked around the room—at the babies, the mess, Caleb’s pregnant belly, Simon’s loving presence, and Natasha’s playful smile. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. He wasn’t doing this alone anymore. He wasn’t only one man; they were a team—a family with a future and a very, very full house.

The End

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