A Dad's Struggles - Part 4

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Jack looked around the living room with a heavy sigh. Cluttered toys littered the floor like confetti, crumpled blankets clung to the corners of the couch and armchairs, and a fine layer of dust had begun to settle on the shelves and window sills after days of neglect. He groaned quietly, rubbing a hand over his tight belly, feeling the babies shifting inside as if agreeing with his exasperation. He glanced down at little Joe resting peacefully in his baby carrier, then turned his gaze to Liam, who was willingly waiting for them to start.

Jack nodded, and Liam immediately got to work, moving around the room to gather his scattered toys. The little boy was surprisingly efficient, tossing stuffed animals and plastic dinosaurs into labeled storage boxes. Jack watched him with mixed emotions. Liam was only four. He shouldn’t have to help this much. But Jack could barely bend forward, let alone crawl around on the floor. They didn’t have much choice. But Liam seemed genuinely excited to help.

Meanwhile, Jack turned toward the vacuum cleaner. The very thought of operating it filled him with dread. He grabbed the handle with one hand as the other automatically braced the underside of his massive belly. At 5’10” tall and with his formerly sturdy body, Jack had once moved easily around the house, but now his roundness made even something as simple as using a vacuum feel impossible.

He couldn’t help but look down at his body in disbelief for the millionth time that day. His soccer ball-sized pecs were rounded and heavy with milk, so he jokingly called them “tits.” The darkened nipples were overly sensitive and engorged. His taut belly was enormous and covered in dark hair. It jutted out in front of him like an overinflated yoga ball, with a prominent outie belly button. His hips had grown wide and soft, balancing the weight of his torso, while his ass had expanded into an enormous shelf, straining the fabric of his stretched briefs. His balls were swollen with cum, and his cock was permanently hard as the whole area was overly sensitive due to the pressure and hormones.

Jack leaned forward with the vacuum in hand, only to bump his belly into the edge of a table. The hard edge pressed against the underside of his globe-like middle, and he gasped, steadying himself with one hand on the couch.

“Ugh, I can’t move in this house,” he groaned.

He shuffled to the side, only to knock into the couch with his wide hip. It slid a few inches across the floor. Jack exhaled slowly, trying to keep his balance. The vacuum cord tangled briefly around his foot, and he had to stop, attempting to crouch awkwardly—more like leaning forward enough to untangle himself—but failing. Liam had to come and help him move the cord away, making Jack feel more clumsy and helpless.

“Thanks, buddy. If Daddy falls, it’ll be like trying to lift an elephant. You’ll need a whole town to help me up,” Jack said, laughing, and Liam giggled.

Jack’s belly swayed like a great pendulum, jostling the babies inside with each step. They weren’t pleased. Sharp kicks and stretches pressed against his ribs, and some jabs were strong enough to make him wince. He paused frequently to rub one hand over his hairy belly, trying to calm the babies—or himself. His face glistened with sweat, his back ached, and his thighs trembled from the strain.

Then, as he repositioned the vacuum nozzle near the far end of the rug, Jack froze at the sudden sound of his cell phone from the kitchen counter. The sound startled him because it had been so long since anyone had called or texted him; he thought he’d imagined it. The vacuum whirred in the background as he blinked in confusion. The phone rang again.

He slowly and hesitantly turned toward the kitchen, doubting if he wanted to answer that call. His belly felt particularly heavy at that moment, as if the babies had all shifted to one side and were settling low in his pelvis. One hand instinctively slid to the small of his back as the other braced under the enormous curve of his belly. Each step made his hips sway and his thighs press uncomfortably together.

He could feel the weight of his babies pulling him forward. So when he finally reached the counter, he leaned against it for support, panting softly as he picked up the phone. The screen showed the name of the clinic where he’d had his initial doctor appointments. He read the name several times as his anxiety arose, but finally decided to answer.

“H-Hello?” he said, still nervous.

“Hello, Jack? It’s the receptionist from the clinic. I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time,” a female voice said on the other side, and Jack immediately recognized it belonged to a kind receptionist he had met months ago.

Jack swallowed. He hadn’t heard an adult’s voice in months, since lately, his only interactions were with Liam and Joe. “Um… no, it’s okay. I was cleaning, or trying to.”

There was a pause, then the receptionist continued. “I’m calling because the doctor has been a bit worried. We’ve noticed you’ve missed your last few appointments.”

Jack flushed, looking down at the expanse of his hairy tits and belly. “Yeah… I—I haven’t been able to get out. It’s just—” he hesitated, blushing even more. “With how I am right now and taking care of my boys, it’s hard.” He didn’t mention the real reasons—the lack of clothing that fit his enormous frame anymore, or the panic he felt at the idea of being seen in public like this. Or the money. He didn’t have enough to cover another appointment.

The receptionist kept a kind tone. “We understand. The doctor has been thinking about you. He knows your situation is unique. He asked me to tell you that if you can’t come in, he’d like to send someone instead. Someone he trusts completely.”

Jack blinked. “Send someone here?”

“Yes. Just for a home check-up. He’s very concerned and would feel better knowing you and the babies are alright. And please don’t worry about the cost. The doctor said it would be completely free of charge,” she said, and it made Jack’s throat tighten.

“That’s… that’s very kind,” he whispered. He rubbed his palm slowly across the firm curve of his belly, as if asking the babies for permission. “It’s just—I haven’t seen anyone in months, and I don’t feel that comfortable with people coming here.”

“We understand,” the receptionist responded. “The person we’ll send will be discreet. He’ll come around midday to the address you gave us during your first visit. Everything will be confidential. Our primary concern is your well-being and the babies’ health.”

Jack stood in silence for a long moment, resting his hand protectively over his bump. The weight of the offer—the concern, the kindness, the trust—was overwhelming. He sniffed, swiping at his eyes. “Okay,” he whispered. “Please send someone.”

“Thank you, Jack. We know everything will be alright,” she said, making Jack smile.

The call ended, and Jack stood in the kitchen for a long moment with the phone still in his hand. His chest rose and fell with emotion. It had been so long since anyone outside had shown him real kindness. He wasn’t eager about someone else entering his house, but he had no option but to trust the doctor and this new person.

“Daddy?” Liam’s voice took him out of the trance. “Are we gonna keep cleaning?”

Jack wiped at his face again and chuckled softly, setting the phone down. “Yeah. Let’s keep going. We still have a lot to do before lunch.”

Jack returned to the living room with a renewed heart. The struggle wasn’t over, but at least someone out there still cared. He got to work again, and by the time he had vacuumed half the rug, he had bumped into the end table, the TV stand, and the couch arm several times. Every forward motion required a full-body negotiation with the furniture around him. It was chaotic.

At one point, he tried to pivot slightly to redirect the vacuum head, only for his belly to thud against the TV stand, causing a ripple through his core that made him stop and groan. Then, backing up to adjust his angle, his hips knocked into the side table with a loud scrape. The final straw came when his enormous ass accidentally brushed too hard against the lamp stand again—its third offense—and the small lamp teetered and finally clattered to the floor, rolling noisily across the wood. He winced as the sound echoed in the room, making him groan in defeat.

“Okay, that’s it,” he huffed. “I’ve officially become a wrecking ball.”

He dragged himself to the couch and collapsed into it with a groan, looking at his belly as big as a mountain in front of him. His chest heaved from exertion, and his nipples felt particularly sensitive. He wiped his forehead and smiled weakly at Liam, who was still cheerfully organizing toys.

“Thanks, baby. You’re the best helper,” he said, caressing the side of his belly.

Liam smiled with pride. “We did it, Daddy!”

Jack grinned, but before he could celebrate, the washing machine beeped to announce round two was done. “Ugh,” Jack moaned. “I need a break.”

Liam was already running toward the laundry room again. But Jack groaned and leaned forward, trying to build the momentum to rise. His belly pressed tight against his thighs, cutting off his air slightly. His ass made it hard to even scoot forward on the couch. He rocked back, then forward, then back again, summoning strength. His arms trembled as he pushed against the couch cushions. Finally, with a deep grunt, he managed to get on his feet, spreading his legs for balance and moving one hand to the small of his back.

He waddled slowly to the laundry room, where Liam had already opened the washer door and was trying to lift out the damp clothes.

“I got the first one!” Liam said.

“Good job,” Jack puffed, bending only enough to carefully pull out a bundle of clothes, wincing as he tried to straighten up. His belly got in the way of everything, brushing against the machine, knocking into the door, and making him feel like a wrecking ball again.

With Liam handing him clothes one at a time and Jack guiding them gently into the dryer drum, they managed to load it, though Jack had to pause often, shifting his weight from foot to foot as his sore body complained. Once they closed the dryer door, Jack leaned heavily on the counter, breathless again. The clock ticked on toward midday.

“Alright, Liam,” he whispered. “Time to clean up before lunch.”

He walked to Joe’s carrier and carefully lifted the baby into his arms. Joe blinked up at him, curling into his father’s chest. Jack sighed at the warmth of the small body pressed against his hairy tits. Then, he reached out his other hand to Liam. “Come on, we need a shower and to put on some fresh clothes.”

With Liam holding his hand and Joe nestled against his chest, Jack waddled toward the bathroom. Each step made his swollen and sore feet ache more. His joints cried out under the weight, and his back screamed in pain. Bathing his sons while carrying the massive weight of his heavily pregnant body was difficult, but he had read about how beneficial it was to bond with his sons and teach them about hygiene. But despite the discomfort, he smiled. As a dad, these moments made all the struggles worthwhile.

Jack entered the bathroom with Joe squirming in his arms. The baby was still in his pajamas and a full diaper. Jack winced slightly as he bent to place Joe on the changing mat that was spread out on the counter, while his entire midsection groaned under the pressure. The enormous globe of his belly jutted out so far ahead that it was almost impossible to reach anything, and bending over was no longer something he could do.

Jack carefully removed Joe’s shirt, whispering sweet nonsense to keep the baby calm. Joe giggled and reached up, patting Jack’s hairy chest with a wet slap as his little fingers grazed the darkened curve of one nipple, making Jack flinch.

“Not now, baby boy,” Jack chuckled gently, even as he shifted Joe to remove his diaper, mindful of every inch of movement. “We’ll get you fresh and clean, and then you’ll have some milk.”

Meanwhile, Liam had already stripped down to his boxers and was trying to tug his pajama shirt off over his head. “Daaaaddy!” He grunted and huffed, stuck halfway.

“Oh. Wait! I got you, I got you,” Jack said, turning around to help him while holding Joe in place with the other. “Calm down. Just let me pull at it.”

Jack gently lifted the shirt over Liam’s head, struggling to maintain balance. His hips had broadened so much in the last few weeks that they swayed with every step and brushed against the counter in this position. His briefs clung dangerously tight to his ass, straining as his body moved way too much for the seams. Jack panted heavily, trying to remain calm even though his entire body was already sore.

When both boys were undressed, Jack took a moment to breathe before removing his underwear and leading them into the shower. He stepped in first, guiding Liam behind him while cradling Joe carefully. He had installed a bench months ago when standing became a chore, and it now served to help him survive the few minutes he had to spend under the shower.

He groaned softly as he lowered himself onto the bench, and the babies in his belly squirmed from the pressure change. The entire globe of his abdomen sloshed forward and spread across his thighs. His belly was so big and round that Liam reached out to steady himself, instinctively using his daddy’s belly for support. The boy’s small hand pressed into Jack’s side, making Jack smile, and the babies inside responded to the touch with kicks.

“Careful, buddy,” Jack said, guiding Liam to his right side.

Once settled, Jack turned the water on and let out a long, low moan of relief as the stream hit his overheated body. The water ran down the dome of his belly, pooling slightly between the folds of his thighs before sliding down. Joe let out a happy squeal and smacked the water with his tiny hands. Jack smiled again at this reaction, loving these sweet moments.

“Okay, Liam, you remember what we talked about?” Jack said, rubbing the side of his belly while holding Joe tightly against his other side.

“Start with arms?” Liam guessed.

“Very good. Here’s your sponge, buddy,” Jack said, handing over the whale-shaped bath sponge. “Under arms, behind ears, neck, tummy. That’s it. You name it, you clean it.”

Liam giggled and repeated each body part like a checklist, scrubbing gently with Jack’s guiding hand helping him reach spots he missed, as much as his heavy abdomen allowed him to help. Meanwhile, Joe was nuzzling against Jack’s chest, playfully patting and kneading the two heavy mounds, seeking milk and causing the nipples to leak.

“No, baby,” Jack said gently while he helped Liam finish. “Not time yet.”

Jack sighed, already tired, but he switched focus to Joe, using a soft washcloth and baby-safe soap. He held the baby with one hand and washed with the other. He started with the face, then the neck, and underarms, tiny elbows, and chubby wrists. Joe giggled when Jack ran the cloth across his belly, curling in a wiggling ball that made Jack huff a tired laugh.

“Stop squirming,” he said softly. “You’re worse than your brother.”

Liam was watching curiously and laughing at the baby’s actions. “When all the babies come out, how will you wash them all?”

Jack paused and sighed, tilting his head back slightly. “I don’t know. One at a time,” he said eventually. “Or maybe I’ll grow another set of arms. Like an octopus.”

Liam laughed. Joe squealed. And Jack couldn’t help but feel another anxious thought rise in his already stressed mind. He knew having eight babies would be challenging, but moments like this made him wonder if he could handle so many kids alone. At least he had another month before he had to worry about facing the new reality.

Once Joe was rinsed and content, Jack checked on Liam’s sponge work again before giving the boy permission to play with his shower toys. And Jack turned to the hardest part—washing himself. He squeezed a generous amount of soap into his palm and began with his chest, trying not to groan as he lifted one heavy tit, scrubbing under it and then across the taut skin around his dark and swollen areolas. Milk dripped from one side when he pressed too hard, but there wasn’t much he could do.

His belly was next. He rubbed what he could reach, tracing the sides of the broad curve, and under it. The babies within responded to the stimulation, rolling restlessly. Jack breathed through the pressure, knowing he could barely reach past the underside of his bump. His back and the area between his legs were out of reach, but he did what he could. It wasn’t perfect, but it was clean enough.

When the water finally shut off, Jack sat for a minute catching his breath. His arms trembled, so he had to adjust Joe as best as possible. The babies inside kept moving too much, so he needed time to collect himself before moving to the next step. Liam stood waiting like a little soldier, dripping on the tiles.

“Liam. Please hand me a towel,” Jack said, still breathless.

Liam did, and Jack wrapped Joe first. The baby laughed as the towel engulfed him. But even that simple task took careful planning. He lifted Joe, struggling to move his arms around his massive tits. Every shift of his weight caused his hips to throb, and when he moved even slightly, the whole globe of his belly pressed down against his thighs. He carefully dried Joe, whispering silly jokes and kissing the boy’s head between huffs for air.

Liam got his towel next, and Jack ruffled his hair dry and tickled his ribs, making the boy shriek. That, at least, didn’t require as much movement because Liam was pretty independent.

Then Liam handed him another towel. Jack sighed and tried his best, but drying off a body this big was its own workout. He moved slowly, awkwardly, wrapping the towel around his upper body first. Lifting his arms made his swollen chest leak a little again, and the babies rolled restlessly in response to his tightening core. Reaching behind himself was out of the question. He dabbed instead—under the shelf of his belly and between his thighs—wherever he could without tipping over.

His arms trembled, and his forehead was damp with sweat again by the time he finished. The babies moved like they sensed his fatigue, as if jostling to remind him he was way too pregnant to do any of this. Standing up took effort. He braced one arm on the bench and the other around Joe, rising slowly with a groan and managing to cover his lower half with a towel, at least barely enough.

“Ugh. Alright. Boys, let’s get dressed,” he huffed.

They slowly made their way to the bedroom. Liam crawled onto the bed obediently while Jack set Joe down on the mattress and reached for a fresh diaper, lotion, and tiny clothes. Dressing the baby was awkward. Jack had to maneuver around the massive dome of his belly, which made even leaning forward feel like compressing a balloon full of restless puppies. His back ached with the effort since bending at the waist was impossible. Each time Joe kicked, it threw off Jack’s balance, forcing him to shift his weight again or brace himself on the bed. Guiding the baby’s legs into the onesie was a slow process. His belly pressed against the edge of the mattress, pinning him at an angle, and he grunted with frustration as he fumbled with the snaps.

Sweat beaded at his temples by the time Joe was dressed. Jack placed him in the crib, kissed his forehead, and finally turned to his own dresser. He found a clean pair of briefs, but getting them on was another battle. He had to do it in stages, resting one leg on the bed, huffing, and tugging the stretchy fabric over his hips and ass. But he needed something else to cover himself in front of his visit. He then saw a robe, a gift from someone ages ago. He’d never worn it.

It didn’t come close to closing over his belly, but he tied it beneath the lowest part of his bump, right above his bulge. The robe hugged his hips and massive ass, leaving his belly and chest exposed.

“Daddy,” Liam snorted. “You look like a wizard who got too big.”

Jack barked a laugh. “That’s because I’m a powerful wizard.”

Jack scooped up Joe once he was satisfied enough with how he looked, and they headed to Liam’s room for his clothes. This part of the process was simple, and once Liam was ready, they went to the kitchen to prepare some lunch.

By the time they reached the kitchen, Jack was sweaty again. Joe was intensely kneading Jack’s tits, evidently demanding his milk. But Jack had to set up a few things before feeding him. He opened a cabinet and pulled out cereal and a banana, just as a knock echoed from the front door.

He glanced at the clock: 12:30.

His phone lit up, vibrating with missed calls and messages from the clinic.

“Oh,” he whispered. “I thought I had more time.”

Liam looked at the door. “Daddy? Someone’s at the door.”

“I know, buddy.” Jack’s heart thudded. “A friend is coming to visit.” He looked down at himself. The robe, tied under his belly, did little to cover him. He pulled the sides forward, but it was hopeless. Still, he took a deep breath and walked to the door with Joe in his arms and Liam beside him.

He opened the door, and a tall figure stood there, leaving Jack breathless. The man was huge. At least 6’4”, built like a Greek god, with muscles testing the limits of his fitted shirt. His face was striking and oddly familiar. He looked at Jack—at all of him—and smiled wider in a cocky way that left Jack breathless.

“Hi. I’m Bastian,” he said with a deep, masculine voice that made Jack gasp again. “I’m here for your scheduled checkup.”

Jack’s throat went dry. The babies shifted hard in his belly as if reacting to the man’s voice. “Oh. Hello. I’m Jack. Thanks for coming. It means a lot considering my condition,” he managed to say, still captivated by Bastian‘s looks. “Have we met before?”

The man’s smile deepened. “Probably, but I’m not sure. May I come in?”

Jack could barely respond but moved aside to allow Bastian into the house. He couldn’t help but scan the man’s body up and down, noticing how his muscles shifted under the snug clothes and how his pants accentuated his massive butt and big bulge. It was a sight to behold, and deep down, Jack felt suddenly at peace.

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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.