A Dad's Struggles - Part 3

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Jack let out a long, tired breath as he finally reached the laundry room. His belly swayed heavily in front of him with every step, almost making him lose his balance. His body was already exhausted from breakfast and cleaning the kitchen, but he couldn’t afford to stop. The house needed tending to, and with his partner refusing to help—for obvious and logical reasons—it all fell on his shoulders.

“Alright, buddy, let’s get started on this,” Jack said, sighing and bracing himself before eyeing the towering piles of laundry that needed sorting.

Liam grinned, ever eager to help his overburdened dad. “I wanna help, Daddy!”

Jack smiled down at his son. “I appreciate it. Let’s start sorting.”

Jack carefully positioned his pregnant body in front of a small stool, inhaling deeply as he braced for the descent. Lowering himself was a slow process—he had to angle his legs just right to avoid crushing his cock and balls while ensuring his belly had enough space to settle. His thighs strained as he bent, and he let out a low groan as his back screamed in protest. The immense weight of his belly dragged forward, throwing off his balance and forcing him to grip the edge of a nearby counter. When his plump ass finally made contact with the seat, his belly rested heavily against his thighs, pinning him in place.

Even shifting his legs to find a more comfortable position was a struggle, his knees barely able to spread far enough to accommodate the immense curve of his abdomen. Bending forward was impossible as his heavy tits rested heavily on the upper swell of his belly, restricting his movement further. He tried using his foot to nudge the piles closer, but it was still hard. He groaned in frustration, but this didn’t stop him.

Jack and Liam carefully separated the laundry into different sections: his partner’s clothes, his briefs—it was everything he wore at this point, Liam’s tiny shirts and shorts, Joe’s onesies and blankets, and the many towels and sheets that seemed to multiply every day. As Jack picked up a handful of his son’s baby clothes, he paused, and one of his hands absently rubbed over his belly. The babies were active, as always, rolling and kicking beneath his skin, their movements strong and constant.

His fingers traced slow circles over the taut skin. Jack smiled, realizing that soon, he would be dressing eight more tiny bodies, folding even more blankets, and changing countless onesies. The thought should have been overwhelming, terrifying even, especially knowing he would be facing this without his partner’s support—but instead, he was excited. The kicks beneath his hand were tiny reminders that, despite everything, he wouldn’t be alone. He would have them, all of them.

Liam giggled, watching his dad rub his hairy belly. “Are they moving?”

Jack chuckled. “Oh, yeah. They’re probably mad that I’m taking too long to rest.”

Liam tilted his head a bit, placing his small hands on Jack’s belly. “Daddy, will the babies sleep as much as Joe? Or will they like playing with me?”

“They’ll need a lot of rest, but they’ll love playing with you,” Jack whispered, running his fingers through Liam’s hair. “They’re gonna love their big brother,” he said, making Liam smile.

After sorting everything, Jack decided to start with Joe’s clothes and blankets. He grunted as he pushed himself up from the stool, pressing a hand to his lower back and rolling his shoulders, attempting to ease the constant strain. Standing up with the weight he was carrying felt like an accomplishment on its own. He took careful steps toward the washing machine because his belly jutted out so much in front of him that it was impossible to see where his feet landed.

When he finally reached the machine, he let out a tired sigh, opening the lid and immediately realizing the challenge ahead. Bending down was another struggle as his belly pressed hard against the cool metal of the washing machine whenever he attempted to lean forward. His tits added another layer of difficulty, making it nearly impossible to reach inside, even from a side position. Jack gritted his teeth as he stretched his arm, his back aching, his fingers barely grazing the bottom of the drum.

Liam noticed his father’s struggle and hurried to grab a few of the tiny onesies and blankets, tossing them in. “I got it, Daddy!” he said proudly, reaching up to push a few more pieces inside.

Jack exhaled, grateful for the help. “Good job, buddy,” he praised breathlessly, slightly shifting to regain his balance before adding more clothes himself. The process was tedious, each movement requiring extra effort, but little by little, the machine was filled. He measured the hypoallergenic detergent, poured it in carefully, then set the cycle. “Alright, everything’s set up. Now, Liam, would you do the honors? Press the button.” He said, grinning and playfully bowing his head to make Liam laugh.

Liam looked excited as he smacked the start button, and the machine hummed to life. Jack exhaled in relief, leaning against the counter. But as his eyes traveled over the remaining piles, he sighed heavily. There was still so much to do. His and his partner’s clothes, Liam’s laundry, the towels, and the bedding—it was going to be a long, exhausting day, and his body had already had enough.

Jack moved on to the next task: hand-washing some of Liam’s delicate clothes. He grumbled as he filled a basin with water and detergent, setting it on the counter where he could work a bit better. Even so, the task wasn’t easy. Standing for so long with the immense weight of his belly pulling forward made his back throb relentlessly, and leaning even slightly was a struggle. His belly jutted out so far that something as simple as reaching the basin required careful maneuvering, forcing him to widen his stance as much as possible to create room for himself. It was too much for his overburdened body, but having Liam made him feel better.

He braced one hand on the counter and leaned in, his belly pressing against the hard edge as he attempted to reach into the soapy water. His milk-filled tits squished between his chin and the upper curve of his belly as he leaned forward, restricting how far he could stretch his arms. He gritted his teeth, slightly shifting his weight, but every movement sent sharp protests through his spine and legs.

When his fingers finally reached the tiny garments, Jack began scrubbing, though even this simple act required slow motions. His back screamed as he twisted just enough to rinse the fabric, and wringing out the water took every bit of strength in his aching arms. He let out a slow breath, determined to push through, though he couldn’t ignore how much his body worked against him.

These struggles made him think of the man who got him so pregnant. Part of him regretted the intense moment they shared. But another part embraced the memory, loving the results—the eight babies that didn’t stop moving in his belly. Since everything had started during a drunken night, Jack didn’t have clear memories of what he had done in the back of the mysterious young man’s truck. But he often recalled short, vivid memories of a massive cock stretching his hole beyond what he thought was possible.

Jack didn’t know if these memories were true or the result of his horny imagination because the cock he remembered was bigger than anything he had seen. But in moments like this, when he could barely stay on his feet due to the pregnancy, he couldn’t help but think that the consequences were worth it. And deep down, Jack couldn’t help but long for that man’s cock again. He didn’t let himself drift into this desire because he was supposed to be straight—he had been married to a woman, he was with his current female partner, and he had five sons with them—but the need was there. Something that made his ass squirm when he thought of that night.

Then, Liam’s voice snapped him out of his deep thoughts. “Daddy, what are the babies’ names?” he asked, watching curiously.

Jack froze for a moment and looked at the boy. “You know, I haven’t decided yet.”

Liam gasped, and Jack chuckled. “Why? Is it because there are so many of them?”

Jack laughed softly, continuing his work. “Yeah. There are so many of them. But they need names. Maybe you can help me pick some boy names.”

Liam beamed, standing right beside Jack to caress the hairy belly. “Okay! How about Matt and Tom? I’ve heard them in cartoons.”

“Those are good. Matthew and Thomas, but Matt and Tom for us,” Jack agreed, smiling at Liam. “What else?”

“Maybe… Mark and James?” Liam said, and Jack tensed when he heard the name of his eldest son—one of the boys he hadn’t talked to in years.

“Mark sounds good, but I don’t know about James. What do you think of Jacob?” Jack said, and Liam nodded. “Alright. We have Matthew, Thomas, Mark, and Jacob so far. We need four more.” Jack said slowly, repeating the names as he continued scrubbing.

Liam thoughtfully tapped his chin. “Sam?”

“Mmm, Samuel, I like it,” Jack admitted. “How about Ryan?”

Liam clapped. “Yeah! And Gabriel!”

“That’s a strong name. Good thinking. One more.” Jack said, surprised Liam was so fast to come up with so many names.

Liam hummed before gasping as if he had just had the greatest idea in the world. “John!”

Jack smiled. “Alright, so Matthew, Thomas, Mark, Jacob, Samuel, Ryan, Gabriel, and John. Those are good names, buddy.”

He glanced down at his belly, rubbing slow circles over the taut skin, feeling the babies shift beneath his touch. “You all like those names?” he said, smiling and feeling Liam’s hand gently moving over his abdomen. He could hardly believe he would soon be calling out names for eight tiny boys, dressing them, and soothing their cries.

Liam grinned proudly as Jack finished up, his arms and back aching. When the pregnant man finally straightened up, he let out a deep, weary groan. The effort of standing upright again after so long bent forward sent a sharp pull through his lower back, and he instinctively pressed a hand against it, rubbing it. His belly felt impossibly heavy, pressing down on his hips, making every motion sluggish and burdensome. He took a few deep breaths, shifting his weight from foot to foot before finally stepping back, his body aching in protest. He rinsed the clothes, wrung them out as best as possible, and finally hung them to dry. 

“Whew,” he exhaled, trying to adjust his body into a slightly comfortable position. “Alright, that should do it. Let’s go check on your brother.”

Taking Liam’s small hand in his, Jack waddled back to the kitchen, moving carefully with the weight of his belly. Joe was still fast asleep in his bassinet, his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully. Gently, Jack lifted him into his arms, cradling him close as they went to the living room. He sank onto the couch with a groan, easing into the cushions, letting the weight of exhaustion settle over him.

Liam curled up beside him, his head resting against Jack’s belly. “They’re still kicking!”

Jack chuckled, rubbing over the taut skin. “They like knowing their big brother is close.”

Liam scampered off and returned with a handful of toys, including stuffed animals and small cars. “I wanna show them my toys!” He ran the tiny cars over the vast curve of Jack’s belly, making little engine noises. “Vroom! Vroom! They’re gonna love playing with these when they come out!”

Jack’s heart warmed at the sight. Liam was so excited about his unborn brothers. Despite everything—his partner’s anger, the exhaustion, and the uncertainty of the future—this moment made everything feel right. He rested a hand over his belly, feeling the strong kicks beneath his palm, and exhaled deeply. Maybe he could get used to this. Just him and his boys. He still ached for his older sons, missing their presence, but right now, he had these moments with Liam, Joe, and the babies still growing inside him. And for now, that was enough.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the peaceful family moment, as Liam continued talking excitedly to his unborn brothers. The washing machine whirred softly in the background, reminding him there was still pending work. He still had to clean around, cook lunch for him and Liam, and the list continued. But for now, he let himself rest, at least for a few minutes.

*

Jack slightly shifted a while later, trying to find a comfortable position on the couch. Not that it was possible. His belly was too big, too heavy, and with the babies still kicking up a storm inside him, he couldn’t truly relax. Liam was still enthralled in his little world, using Jack’s hairy abdomen as a racetrack for his toy cars. The pregnant belly was so huge that he could barely register the size and weight of the small plastic vehicles as they moved over his skin. But Liam’s hands and the stretches he received in response from within gave him an idea of the location.

“Oh, no. A bump on the road!” Liam shouted as one of the babies stretched long and strong, dramatically making Jack’s skin bulge near the top.

Jack groaned loudly as he felt like his skin would tear. He was so full, and these babies loved to test his elasticity, pushing a little further every time. “Ugh… come on. I can’t.” He reached for the spot where a visible foot pushed outward. He slowly rubbed his skin, and the baby returned to his position. These moments made him wonder if his body would resist another month of this. “Liam, I think the babies have played enough. They love it when you talk to them, but they’re so excited that they move far too much, and Daddy’s skin hurts.”

Liam frowned slightly but nodded. He couldn’t understand the entire implications of what Jack was going through, but he knew his daddy needed lots of rest and help. Meanwhile, Joe lay curled against his daddy’s rounded tits, his tiny body rising and falling with each peaceful breath—a rare contrast to the eight restless babies nestled inside Jack’s womb.

Then, a loud beep suddenly echoed from the laundry room, making Jack sigh heavily. The washing machine was done. Liam’s head perked up instantly, and before Jack could even react, the boy jumped up from the couch and ran at full speed toward the laundry room.

“I’ll check, Daddy!” Liam said, and Jack could only groan.

“Wait for me to get there, buddy. Don’t do anything,” Jack said aloud, taking a deep breath because this meant he had to get up. And with Joe sleeping over his body, the process was even more difficult.

He braced himself, planting his feet firmly on the ground before attempting to shift forward. His belly was so enormous that it felt like trying to move with a heavy, unbalanced boulder strapped to his torso. He huffed, adjusting his hold on Joe, careful not to wake him. He tried to rock forward, pushing against the couch to give himself momentum, but his swollen middle kept him firmly rooted in place. He grunted, adjusting his position again and struggling to lean forward.

“Ugh… come on,” Jack said, gritting his teeth. He slowly heaved himself up, using the armrest for support, groaning the entire way. His legs shook as he finally got himself upright, breathless and sweating.

Then he felt a sharp, urgent pressure low in his abdomen. He sucked in a breath, his face twisting in frustration. After all the struggles, his bladder had reached its limit and needed immediate relief. He hadn’t realized how badly he had to go until he was on his feet, and now it was all he could think about. But first, he had to deal with the laundry.

Taking slow, heavy steps, he waddled toward the laundry room, one hand on the small of his back while the other cradled his sleeping son. Liam was already standing on his tiptoes, peeking into the washing machine, when Jack finally arrived.

“It’s all clean!” Liam announced excitedly. “I can put them in the dryer!”

Jack chuckled breathlessly, shaking his head. “Not this batch, buddy. These are delicate. We need to hang them to dry.”

Liam pouted but nodded, eager to help. Jack exhaled heavily, bracing himself as he reached into the washer. But even this was a struggle. He grunted, shifting awkwardly, but the weight of Joe in his arms made any sort of maneuvering even more difficult.

Liam noticed his father’s struggle and quickly jumped in. “I got it, Daddy! I’ll take them out, and you’ll hang them.”

Jack sighed in relief as he stepped back, watching his son lift each piece of clothing from the washer. “Good job, big guy. Daddy’s so lucky to have you.”

Once all the clothes were out, they worked together to hang them. Or rather, Liam handed each garment to Jack, who struggled to clip them onto the drying rack with just one hand. The process was painfully slow, making his muscles ache as he stretched and adjusted. By the time they were finished, Jack was breathless again.

“Okay,” he exhaled, rubbing his belly. “Let’s start the next load.”

With Liam’s help, they got the next batch into the washer, and the boy happily pressed the start button. But as they left the laundry room, Jack barely made it three steps before his bladder protested again. He groaned, instinctively pressing his knees together.

“Liam, buddy, can you watch your brother for a few minutes?” He asked eagerly.

Liam nodded, smiling. “Yes, Daddy! I’ll be a good big brother!”

Jack waddled to the living room, placing Joe in his carrier with some effort. His belly made bending and adjusting the straps nearly impossible, but he managed. Then, he turned toward the bathroom, and though he intended to move quickly, all he could manage was an exaggerated waddle. Each step sent a wave of discomfort through him as his swollen belly bounced. By the time he reached the bathroom, he was sweaty and panting.

His bladder was about to burst, but lowering his briefs was a task in itself. His ass was so thick and firm that the waistband barely stretched enough to move past it. He gritted his teeth, trying to wiggle them down inch by inch, but the snug fabric clung stubbornly to every curve of his overgrown body. Bending was impossible with his belly in the way, and the pressure on his bladder only made the struggle more urgent.

“Oh, come on. I can’t let this happen again,” Jack groaned, remembering a few times when he hadn’t made it to the bathroom in time.

He shifted his stance, slightly rocking to one side to create some leverage, but the waistband still refused to budge. His muscles trembled from the exertion, sweat forming along his temples. With another grunt, he hooked his thumbs into the fabric and tugged, finally forcing them over the curve of his butt. The elastic groaned in protest before sliding down enough to grant him relief.

Jack deeply and shakily sighed as he practically collapsed onto the toilet seat, emptying his bladder. Every muscle in his body loosened, and he savored the momentary respite. But even as he relaxed, he remained keenly aware of how much effort it had taken to get to this point, and the realization made him groan in frustration.

Once his bladder was empty, he braced himself to stand, wincing as he felt the strain in his lower back. Jack rocked his body forward, using the momentum to push himself up, but it wasn’t enough. He sagged back onto the seat, panting in frustration. He tried again, using one hand to push against the wall for extra support while the other braced against his knee. With an agonizing groan, he heaved himself up, legs shaking, belly bouncing heavily as he finally got upright.

He was breathless, sweat clinging to his forehead as he struggled to balance his weight. Even something as simple as peeing left his body aching from exertion. Then, as he tried to pull the waistband of his briefs back into place, he heard a loud ripping sound. The fabric finally gave up and tore right in the middle of the back. Jack froze, his face heating up in embarrassment as he glanced over his shoulder. The stretchy material had finally lost the battle against his massive ass and broad hips, splitting apart. He groaned, pressing a hand to his flushed face as he sighed in resignation.

He had no other option but to toss the ruined briefs into the trash and waddled to his bedroom to find another pair. When he picked a fresh pair, he sighed, aware that these were also a struggle to put on. He carefully stepped into them, feeling the resistance as he pulled them over his thick thighs. The fabric stretched, the waistband digging into his skin as he tried to hoist them higher. He grunted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to wiggle them over his hips. Each movement made his belly and tits jiggle, and he had to pause to adjust his stance and catch his breath.

When the waistband snapped into place, it was painfully snug. Jack sighed in frustration for the millionth time today, running a hand down his belly. “I won’t have clothes to wear if you keep getting me bigger,” he said, partially in exasperation and partially in excitement.

Once dressed, he returned to the living room. Joe was awake, blinking up at Liam, who sat beside him protectively.

Jack sighed deeply, rubbing his belly. “Good job, big guy. Now I know I’ll have a babysitter for the babies when they decide to come out.” He approached Liam and pulled him into a hug against his side. But as he looked around, his shoulders sagged. The living room was a disaster—cluttered toys, crumpled blankets, and dust had gathered over days of neglect.

He forced a smile for Liam’s sake. I guess we have more work to do, buddy.”

Liam grinned. “I’ll help, Daddy!”

Jack chuckled, patting his son’s head. Exhausted and aching, but at least with an empty bladder, he set out to clean. He never expected to face such struggles, but he was willing to keep trying for his sons’ and the babies’ sake. He couldn’t help but think about his partner and how mad she was, but something, deep down, told the heavily pregnant man that everything would be okay.

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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.