Heavy Work - Part 4

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Hours later, the farmhouse had finally quieted down for the night. The place still had a lingering scent of home-cooked dinner and a faint aroma of hay that clung to their clothes. Cliff stood at his sons’ bedroom door with his massive hairy belly on full display—so full and stretching so taut that even breathing felt like an effort. He had eaten way too much at dinner—Jace had ensured that—and now his body protested every moment, especially the simple act of bending down to hug his boys good night.

“Alright, you two, sleep tight. We have lots of work to do in the morning,” Cliff said, a little breathless from how full and tired he felt. The extra weight he carried made everything an ordeal, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Caden and Carson chuckled as Cliff huffed, slightly arching his back to find some comfort while one of his hands instinctively rubbed the sides of his belly as if soothing the fullness within. His other hand braced against the doorframe, trying to balance his heavy body. Cliff groaned, noticing his boys were about to make fun of him, and the boys only giggled.

Jace stood right behind his boss in the doorframe, close enough that the older man could feel the heat coming out of his muscular body. One of Jace’s hands rested comfortably on Cliff’s hips, and his fingers pressed lightly into the meaty curve. “Good night, boys. See you tomorrow. We have fences to repair, animals to feed, and a big and round boss to care for,” he said, making the boys burst into laughter.

Cliff groaned again, turning to face Jace. “Don’t make me repent from letting you stay, young man,” he said, smirking, aware that the warning was empty—he would never change minds now that Jace was permanently with him. “And you two. Enough laughing at your old man. Get some sleep,” he said, looking at the boys and smiling at them.

The boys chuckled before giving one final goodnight, and Cliff, still rubbing the heavy curve of his hairy belly, turned to make his way to his bedroom—the room he now shared with Jace. The younger man followed right behind him, his eyes not leaving Cliff’s body as they entered the room. Jace’s hands had barely left him all evening, and now, with the privacy of the bedroom before them, Jace couldn’t resist it any longer. He reached out, moving his hands along the heavy curve of Cliff’s belly, trailing down to his thick sides, exploring every contour of the rounded body with an almost reverent touch.

Jace’s hands moved to the broad expanse of the boss’ chest, firmly pressing against the plush curve, feeling the warmth beneath his touch. He suddenly pulled Cliff into a long, deep kiss, stealing what little breath the older man had left. Cliff groaned softly, absentmindedly rubbing his belly as warmth spread through his body. Jace’s lips moved with passion, kissing Cliff’s mouth over and over again in the most delicious way. When he finally pulled back, Jace couldn’t hide his excitement.

“They don’t know it, but your boys made my dream come true when they asked me to stay here.” His hands moved over the curves of Cliff’s hips. “Now, you’re mine, boss.”

Cliff barely had time to react before Jace pulled him into another breathtaking kiss, swallowing whatever response he might have had. Cliff melted into it, moving his hands to grip Jace’s broad shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his palms. They pressed their bodies tightly together, enjoying each other’s presence with unspoken devotion.

Then, Jace began undressing Cliff with the most caring and careful motions. The heat of the day had left them sticky with sweat, so their clothes clung stubbornly to their skin. Jace’s fingers lifted Cliff’s shirt, pulling the damp fabric away inch by inch, revealing the broad, hairy expanse of Cliff’s pecs. His hands roamed freely, tracing the curves, the dips, and the firm weight of the older man’s torso. He let his palms linger over the plush curve of Cliff’s sides before sliding down to the waistband of his jeans.

The denim had molded to Cliff’s shape throughout the day. Jace eased the button free, sliding the zipper down with a teasing pull. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, carefully tugging the fabric lower—uncovering his big bulge, down the thickness of his thighs, until the jeans pooled at his feet. Cliff shivered at the rush of cooler air against his overheated skin, but Jace was quick to replace the absence of fabric with the warmth of his hands, caressing the length of his legs, over the breadth of his hips, and back to the firm, rounded belly.

Jace removed his own clothes, briefly stopping his explorations to do so. But his hands quickly returned to Cliff’s body, removing the underwear, caressing and worshiping, as if Cliff were something to be cherished. Deep down, Jace’s heart instinctively wanted to protect his boss. Something deep inside him commanded him to care for the older man’s needs.

Cliff chuckled as he leaned into Jace’s touch again, breathless. “If I’m being honest, this is a dream come true for me, too. But before we get in bed to have some fun, we both need a shower. We smell like the barn.”

Jace grinned. “You’re not wrong. Let’s go, boss.”

They stumbled toward the bathroom, still kissing. Their bodies bumped together as they navigated the small space. Jace reached in first, twisting the knobs until warm water cascaded down from the showerhead. The stall was barely big enough for the two of them, but Jace insisted they should save water.

Cliff laughed as Jace guided him inside, the spray soaking their skin instantly. The sensation was heavenly, washing away the grime of the day, but Jace wasn’t content with just letting the water do the work. He grabbed the bar of soap and began lathering Cliff’s chest with slow strokes, working the foam into his skin with careful hands.

“You know, pregnant cows need constant refreshing to help them deal with the heat,” Jace whispered as he massaged soap over Cliff’s shoulders and down his arms. “It’s important to keep them comfortable.”

Cliff snorted, watching as Jace’s hands worked lower, over the swell of his belly, tracing the heavy curve with both palms. “Is that what you think you’re doing? You think you’re keeping me comfortable?”

Jace hummed in agreement, kneeling to work on the underside of Cliff’s belly, rubbing soothing circles as the water rinsed away the suds. “Of course. And keeping you clean. I wouldn’t want my favorite cow getting overheated.”

Jace’s hands drifted lower, moving down to Cliff’s crotch, where the weight of his belly pressed down, making it difficult for him to reach on his own. Jace worked the soap between his palms before lathering the sensitive skin. He rubbed slow circles over Cliff’s heavy, swollen balls, washing away the sweat that had gathered there throughout the long day and making the older man moan loudly. Then, Jace guided his hand along Cliff’s cock with the same steady passion and patience. His fingers slid over every inch, ensuring he was as clean as the rest of him. The boss could only moan and shiver. He had dreamed about a touch like this. He had longed for such caring attention.

Cliff groaned, his head falling back against the tiled wall as Jace stroked his cock and applied gentle pressure on his balls. “Damn! Give me a break! You make this feel too good!”

Jace smirked as he rinsed the lather away, careful to reach every last spot. “You can’t blame me for caring for my pregnant cow this much, boss. You’re carrying my babies, after all.”

Cliff burst into laughter, making his belly jiggle. “You’re ridiculous. But keep going.”

“See? You can’t deny you love it,” Jace said, smiling as his hands continued moving.

Jace’s hands slid down Cliff’s thighs, working soap into every curve and crevice. He slightly lifted one of Cliff’s legs as he cleaned the back of his calf. Then he gently turned Cliff around, pressing his palms against the older man’s lower back and massaging the lather into the broad expanse of muscle and flesh. He traced his thumbs along the curve of Cliff’s spine, kneading the tension from his shoulders before sliding down to the rounded swell of his ass. Jace worked the soap into the firm flesh, his hands moving smoothly over every inch with careful motions. He spread his fingers wide, ensuring no spot was left untouched.

“Can’t forget this area,” he whispered, separating Cliff’s ass cheeks to clean between them, making the older man moan and shiver again. “We’ll work on this area later and deeper.”

Cliff groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“It’s not my fault you make it so easy to admire,” Jace replied, finishing his careful work before standing to his full height. He grabbed the showerhead and guided the warm stream over Cliff’s body, rinsing him entirely.

Cliff watched him, smiling, completely relaxed. “Do you know what this cow needed the most in his life? A big bull.”

Jace’s eyes gleamed. “Lucky for you, you got one right here,” he said as his cock rose and hardened to full attention.

Then, Cliff turned the tables, taking the soap from Jace’s hands and beginning his own meticulous work. His fingers worked over Jace’s strong shoulders, down his arms, and across his sculpted chest and abdomen, taking his time with each muscle, each line of definition. Then, he carefully soaped up Jace’s cock, promising to give it the attention it deserved later. By the time they were both clean, neither wanted to step out of the warmth of the shower.

But eventually, they did, drying each other off with the same careful attention before making their way to bed. Jace helped Cliff ease onto his side, his belly comfortably resting as he settled in. Jace climbed in behind him without hesitation, wrapping his arms securely around Cliff’s rounded frame as his large hand came to rest on the tight expanse of his belly.

“Thanks for letting me stay, boss. I’ll take care of everything from now on,” Jace whispered into Cliff’s ear. “Including every single one of your needs.”

Cliff softly moaned as he felt Jace’s cock pressing against his ass, instinctively pushing his hips back to get closer. “You will? Are you sure you can keep up with my needs?”

Jace chuckled, rubbing slow circles over Cliff’s belly, marveling at its firmness. “Is that a challenge?” He said, reaching for his cock to line it with Cliff’s ass, “Let me tell you this: I’ll make sure that this belly gets bigger, tighter, and even fuller over the next few months.” He pushed his hips forward as Cliff instinctively lifted one of his legs, allowing the large cock to poke at the tight hole. Jace grinned, ready for more. “I’ll keep you round and full, boss, because if you get rounder and heavier, I’ll have to stay here forever.”

Cliff smiled and moaned in pleasure as Jace penetrated him, pushing his whole cock inside in one powerful motion. “Oh, Jace! As long as you keep up with all the heavy work around here, you can stay as long as you want.”

Jace squeezed the boss tighter, lovingly kissing his shoulder. “Again. It sounds like a challenge,” he said, slowly pulling half of his cock out, only to push it all back inside in a powerful thrust. “And it’s me who wonders if you can keep up with my stamina, boss.” His hips bucked fast and hard, stretching Cliff’s hole with a huge cock over and over again.

Cliff’s eyes rolled into his head as Jace fucked him hard. It felt different now that they didn’t have to hide in the barn, but he fought to drown his loud moans—not to alert the boys. Cliff clutched his belly as the movement inside intensified, thinking it was gas rearranging in his guts due to the massive cock sliding in and out of him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Cliff hadn’t realized how much he needed this until now that Jace was finally here.

“Please! More! Jace! I need more!” He shouted desperately, begging as Jace sped up.

“Don’t worry, boss. I’m only getting started. I can do this all night. I can get you full to the bursting point with my seed to turn you into my breeding cow,” Jace said, fucking him harder.

“YES!” That was all Cliff managed to say.

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Four weeks later, the sounds of footsteps and rustling bags filled the house as Carson and Caden made their way down the stairs. Their summer break had come to an end, and it was time to return to their mother’s home for the school year. Each boy carried a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. They were reluctant to leave, but there was no option. The past few months had been one of the best they’d ever had—helping Jace around, feeding animals, learning new stuff, and watching their dad grow rounder and rounder under Jace’s care.

The front door swung open as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Jace walked in after the morning’s farm work. He was shirtless, and his skin glistened with sweat. His hair was damp, sticking slightly to his forehead, and there was a streak of dirt on his forearm from hauling hay bales. He grinned when he saw the boys, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “There are my favorite farmhands,” Jace greeted as he set down his work gloves on the side table. “Or, former farmhands, I guess. Feels weird knowing I’ll be doing all the work by myself now.”

Carson smirked. “Well, you could always make Dad help. He’s certainly eating enough to keep his strength up.”

Jace laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, your dad’s got enough weight to carry around without me adding more to his plate.” He flexed an arm playfully. “Besides, I got this.”

Caden rolled his eyes but grinned. “You spoil him a bit too much. But someone’s gotta keep an eye on him.”

The teasing turned into something softer as Carson adjusted the strap of his bag, his expression growing serious. “But really, Jace, take care of him for us, okay? Make sure he doesn’t overwork himself and, you know, doesn’t eat the whole pantry.”

Jace’s smile softened as well, and he reached out, ruffling Carson’s hair before clapping a hand on Caden’s shoulder. “I promise. Your dad’s in good hands.”

They walked into the kitchen, where the scent of breakfast lingered in the air. They found Cliff standing at the table, catching his breath, one broad hand braced against the wooden surface. He was shirtless, his sweat-dampened skin glistening in the morning light streaming through the window. His belly had grown even more in the past month—now stretching out in front of him by at least 26 inches, heavy and taut, with a wide girth of about 2 feet. The dense patch of dark hair covering his abdomen seemed to emphasize its size.

His chest had grown rounder as well, heavily resting atop his belly. His nipples were slightly bigger and darker than before—a change he had attributed to weight gain. His jeans stretched to their limits, and he could no longer button at the front—not that it mattered much since his belly obscured everything beneath it. His hips had widened considerably, his ass rounding out into a plush, firm curve that made even his roomiest pants a struggle to wear.

His back ached from carrying such a heavy weight at the front, and at the moment, he was using the table to help support the bulk of his belly, allowing it to rest comfortably on the surface while he tried to regain some composure. Sweat trickled down his broad shoulders as his body was still warm from his hearty meal.

Carson and Caden exchanged glances before dropping their bags to approach the man. “Dad, are you okay?” Carson asked, slightly concerned, as he placed a hand on Cliff’s belly.

Cliff let out a deep breath, managing a tired smile. “I’m fine, boys. Just—whew—I just needed a second. That breakfast left me breathless.”

Caden chuckled, playfully rubbing his palm over the curve of Cliff’s abdomen. “Well—you look like you’ve been eating for a whole farm.”

Cliff snorted. “Feels like it, too.”

The boys hugged him tightly, and their arms were barely able to wrap around him now. Cliff let out a contented sigh, holding them close as his large hands rubbed their backs. “I’m gonna miss you boys,” he whispered. “But I’ll be right here, waiting for Christmas.”

Carson’s grip briefly tightened before he pulled away with a small smile. “We’ll miss you too, Dad. And we’ll have a great Christmas dinner when we come back.”

A car engine rumbled from outside, and they all turned toward the window. Their mother had arrived. Carson and Caden grabbed their bags and headed for the front door. But before stepping outside, Jace smirked at Cliff. “You know, boss, you should probably put something on before facing your ex.”

Cliff chuckled, rubbing his belly. “It’s not like it’s gonna make much of a difference at this point. But I guess you’re right. And you should put on something, too. She might have a heart attack if she sees that bare torso.”

Jace laughed and pulled a shirt over his own head before grabbing one of Cliff’s stretched-out tees. He helped him pull it over his head and arms, though it barely covered half his belly, riding up when Cliff shifted.

Jace shook his head. “You might need to start shopping in the tent section soon,” he said, making Cliff laugh.

They walked to the front door together, with Jace’s arm around his back for support. Cliff leaned against the frame as his boys stepped outside. Their mother stood beside her car, and the moment she saw Cliff’s rounded form, her eyes went wide, her lips parting in silent shock.

Cliff waved at her, grinning. “Take good care of them.”

She blinked as her gaze shifted between him and Jace’s protective hold around his waist. She slowly smiled, realizing what was happening between her ex and the muscular young man by his side. “You should take care of yourself too, Cliff.”

Both men chuckled at that, exchanging knowing glances. As Carson and Caden climbed into the car and the vehicle started pulling away, Jace leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to Cliff’s cheek as his hand slid over the curve of his belly.

“Well, now that we’re alone,” he whispered in a teasing tone. “I can focus on actually feeding our babies.”

Cliff laughed, shaking his head as they turned back toward the house. “Are you starting with that again? Jace, you’re ridiculous.”

Jace just smirked, tightening his arm around Cliff’s waist. Neither of them knew the truth yet—neither realized that it wasn’t just weight or overindulgence making Cliff grow so big and round. Five not-so-tiny lives were growing safely within the heavy, rounded belly, waiting for the day they would make their grand entrance in just eight weeks. And until then, Jace would ensure Cliff was as spoiled, comfortable, and well-fed as possible—taking care of all the heavy work around the farm and inside the house.

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PN: Hey everyone, this is another installment of the special series of random scenarios I know you'll like. Most of these posts will revolve around older guys (35 to 45) struggling with their (secret) heavy pregnancies. ENJOY!