Heavy Load - Part 4

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The drive home felt longer than usual, not because of the distance but because Zeke was so uncomfortably full that every little bump in the road made his massive belly jiggle, sending waves of pressure through his entire torso. He groaned softly, shifting in his seat, but no position could alleviate the tightness. His belly pressed insistently against the steering wheel, stretched round and heavy, limiting his movements. The fabric of his shirt had ridden up so much that it barely covered half of his belly, exposing a vast expanse of taut, thickly haired skin. He absentmindedly rubbed the lower swell of his abdomen, feeling the unsettling gurgle of digestion working through the sheer amount of food he had devoured.

By the time Zeke pulled into the driveway, his abdomen slightly itched from being so overstuffed, a sensation made worse by the fact that he could feel something moving inside him—not quite gas, not quite anything he could explain. The movements felt firm, almost as if something was stretching inside him. He let out a slow breath, shaking his head.

“Ugh… Too much food,” Zeke whispered, though his hand lingered on the spot where he felt the subtle flutters. With a heavy sigh, he turned off the engine and reached for the door handle, but as he attempted to get out, he realized something—the steering wheel had trapped him. “Oh, come on,” he groaned, trying to suck in his gut, but there was barely any give.

Zeke shifted from side to side, his belly pressing against the wheel with each motion, slightly jiggling as he tried to maneuver out. Finally, after one last push, he managed to slide free, nearly stumbling out of the car in the process. A deep laugh rumbled from his chest as he patted his belly. “Damn. This thing is getting in the way of everything,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he straightened up.

His walk toward the house was slow, one hand bracing the small of his aching back while the other massaged the side of his belly, his fingers kneading gently at the tight skin. His steps were heavy, his swollen middle pulling his center of gravity forward, forcing him into a careful waddle. As soon as he opened the door, a chorus of excited voices greeted him.

“Dad! You’re home!” His three sons—Harry, Owen, and Taylor—came rushing toward him. The second they saw him, their eyes widened with playful shock.

“Whoa, Dad, I swear you look even bigger than when you left this morning!” Harry, the eldest, teased with a broad grin.

Owen snickered. “At this rate, you’ll need a whole new motor grader for work.”

“Or a crane to get out of bed!” Taylor added, giggling as he hugged his father’s belly, his small hands unable to reach around its girth.

Zeke groaned as Harry and Owen grabbed his hands and pulled, trying to guide him toward the dining room. “Easy, easy! I can’t move that fast,” he complained, his belly jostling slightly with each reluctant step. Despite the teasing, he couldn’t help but smile, seeing his boys so excited about him arriving home.

When they reached the dining room, Zeke stopped in his tracks. The table was overflowing with food—an absolute feast large enough to feed an entire neighborhood. There were steaming plates of roasted meats, golden piles of rice, fresh-baked bread, creamy mashed potatoes, thick stews, and an assortment of desserts glistening under the warm light.

His wife, Anne, approached him, smiling. She moved her hands to his belly, rubbing in slow, affectionate circles before gently kissing his lips. “Welcome home, sweetheart. You’ve been working so hard for us lately,” she said. “We wanted to do something special to thank you.”

Zeke felt an emotional tightness in his chest—an overwhelming combination of gratitude and something else he couldn’t quite name. He blinked rapidly, struggling to handle the emotion, but his eyes watered, and his voice slightly cracked. “You didn’t have to do all this…” he said, kissing his wife again and hugging his sons. “Also, I’m full after a snack, and I…” His stomach interrupted him, letting out a deep, growling protest, betraying him.

Anne chuckled, giving his belly a playful pat. “I think you have room for a little more.”

With a playful smile, Zeke lowered himself into his chair, groaning as his belly pressed up against the edge of the table. “You might be right,” he said, rolling his sleeves and licking his lips. “Thanks so much. Let’s eat.”

*

Zeke lay sprawled across the bed hours later, only wearing his underwear. His belly was stretched beyond belief, bloated to the point where he could barely take a deep breath. Every inch of him ached—not only from the fullness of his belly but from the sheer weight pressing down on his entire frame. His skin felt feverishly tight, the stretch marks across his sides subtly reddened from the expansion. He shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but no matter how he moved, the weight of his belly pulled him down. His hands found their way to the massive swell, rubbing in slow circles to ease some of the pressure.

Anne entered the room as he tried to adjust his heavy body in bed, attempting to find the position to fall asleep. In her hands was a large cake, topped with thick layers of frosting. “One last surprise, sweetheart.”

Zeke groaned, playfully throwing an arm over his face but smiling. “Oh, come on. I’m gonna burst if you keep bringing food for me.” His stomach immediately let out another deep, demanding growl. He sighed heavily, peeking out from beneath his arm. “Okay,” he said, unable to hide his excitement. “But you’re feeding me.”

Anne laughed, sitting beside him and kissing his cheek. “I thought you’d say that.”

Piece by piece, Anne fed him, her fingers gently pressing each bite past his lips. The sugary frosting coated his tongue, each swallow making his already impossibly full belly feel even tighter. He groaned softly between bites, his breath coming in shallow pants as the heavy mass of his belly pressed against his lungs. His skin felt stretched to the brink, tingling with fullness, his belly rising and falling in labored movements as she continued lovingly feeding him.

By the time the last crumb was gone, Zeke’s entire body felt helpless, sinking into the mattress beneath the sheer weight of his swollen abdomen. His breath was thick and uneven, his chest barely able to expand fully against the unrelenting pressure in his belly. He whimpered slightly, shifting his legs as much as he could to find a better position, but there was no real relief. His belly was an overfilled dome of tight, heavy flesh. And the gentle movements inside him were now barely noticeable over the intense fullness.

Anne smiled, brushing his hair from his forehead before leaning in to press a final, lingering kiss to his temple. She whispered soft praises to him with a soothing tone as her hands ran gentle circles over the taut expanse of his hairy belly, easing the strain as best she could. She slowly helped him find the most comfortable position possible, supporting his aching back and adjusting the pillows so he wasn’t straining too much.

Zeke exhaled deeply, his body too exhausted to fight the weight of sleep any longer. His hand found hers, guiding it over the tightest part of his belly, their fingers intertwining as their palms rested against the heavy swell. Even with the lingering soreness, the tight skin, and the unshakable strangeness of the movements within, he felt some comfort settling in his chest.

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Zeke groaned as the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains 20 weeks later. He stirred and groaned, the soft sheets rustling as he shifted, trying to find a comfortable position to stay in bed just a little longer. But comfort was a luxury he had not known for months. Zeke was almost naked, except for briefs that barely covered anything, looking ready to burst around his hips and ass.

His hairy belly—now a massive, impossibly round dome—was so heavy and full that every movement was challenging. He had barely gotten any sleep the night before due to stomach cramps constantly waking him up, added to a constant need to adjust himself, only to find that no position eased the weight pressing down on him. His entire body ached from the sheer burden of carrying his enormous belly.

His eyes fluttered open, and he let out a deep sigh, feeling the immense weight of his body sinking into the mattress. The size of his belly was staggering. Even while lying down, it jutted up like a mountain, stretching the skin impossibly tight over the full-term six lives growing inside him. But, of course, he still believed it was all just the result of his insatiable appetite.

“Damn, I should cut the food intake a bit,” he whispered sleepily, rubbing a hand over the swell of his abdomen and then up to his hairy chest.

Zeke’s pecs had grown into two round mounds, looking as big as volleyballs, heavy and sensitive. His hands moved over his large and engorged right nipple, sending an intense shiver down his spine. The sensation made him gasp, his body reacting instinctively as his cock stirred in his tight briefs. But there was no time for that. Also, he hadn’t been able to reach his cock in months, so trying to give it some attention was useless. His balls felt uncomfortably full, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He slowly swung his thick legs over the side of the bed with a grunt as his massive, rounded ass shifted beneath him as he did so. The act of sitting up was a challenge in itself. He groaned, using both hands to leverage himself upright, his belly wobbling with the motion. The strain on his back was unbearable, and the moment he was upright, he instinctively pressed a hand to the small of his back while the other rubbed the heavy swell of his gut. His briefs were stretched to their limit, barely containing his thick thighs, wide hips, and oversized butt, which had ballooned to resemble basketballs. His entire lower body was stronger now, built to support the extra weight, but even then, every step felt like a battle against gravity.

Then, a deep cramp rolled through his belly as Zeke caught his breath, making him groan loudly. He had been experiencing these cramps since the day before, but he assumed it was indigestion. He absentmindedly rubbed his taut belly, feeling the tight skin shift beneath his fingertips. The pressure inside him was unbearable, and Zeke swore his belly felt even heavier than it had the day before.

Waddling toward the bathroom with a slow and labored gait, Zeke caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and stopped in his tracks. His reflection was unrecognizable. His once slightly rounded belly had grown into a massive, taut sphere, sticking out about twenty inches in front of him. His skin was stretched so tight that he could see the faint veins running along the sides with a map of stretch marks. His pecs had grown fuller, rounder, and heavier, with veins around the darkened and swollen nipple.

“Nice-looking tits,” Zeke said, shaking his head to make fun of himself. “It’s just food,” he added, even as doubt stayed in the back of his mind.

After struggling through his usual morning routine, including an exhausting shower where he had to carefully maneuver his heavy body into the stall, Zeke faced the daunting task of getting dressed. He had already sized up his wardrobe multiple times over the past few months. But even his latest purchases barely accommodated his immense frame. His work attire—a button-up shirt and slacks—had long been abandoned in favor of more stretchy alternatives, but even those were failing him. His thick thighs strained against his newest work pants as the fabric pulled so tight around his hips and ass that he had to ease them up inch by inch. The waistband, though elastic, dug into the underside of his belly, forcing him to adjust and reposition it several times.

His large polo, meant for comfort, was anything but accommodating. The material stretched over his broad chest, clinging tightly to the rounded swells that had developed there. The fabric across his stomach could barely handle his girth, and despite his best efforts, the hem rode up, exposing the lower curve of his belly. He let out a frustrated sigh, pulling the fabric down, only for it to roll back up the moment he moved. Then, after wrestling his shoes on—a task that left him breathless and sweating—he gave up trying to make himself look polished. It was the best he could do. With one last glance at his reflection, he groaned and headed toward the kitchen, waddling stiffly in his too-tight clothes.

When he finally made his way to the kitchen, his wife, Anne, and their three sons greeted him, bustling around the table.

“Good morning, Dad!” Owen called, grinning as he looked him over. “Wow, you look like you lost a fight against the wardrobe.”

Harry chuckled, grabbing a chair and pulling it out for him. “Come on, old man. Sit before that belly of yours makes you fall.”

Zeke groaned but took the offered seat, unable to deny that the jocks were fun. He sighed, leaning back to take the pressure off his aching lower back. His belly was so large it rested heavily on his lap, making it difficult to find a comfortable position.

Anne kissed him and placed an overfilled plate of food in front of him, smiling sweetly at her husband. “Eat up, big guy. You need your strength.”

Something about her tone made Zeke pause. She always treated him with care, doting on him like he was delicate, even though he was the strongest man in the house. And as he ate—devouring each bite as though he hadn’t eaten in days—his family continued to spoil him, as if they unconsciously knew he needed the extra attention. They had been so attentive for months, and Zeke finally realized it was a bit odd, but he couldn’t complain.

After breakfast, Anne and the boys helped him to his feet, giving him warm hugs before saying their goodbyes. As soon as Zeke stepped out of the house, he saw his boss’ SUV parked in front of the house. Like every morning for the last few months, Gerald had come to pick him up because he knew Zeke had been struggling with his size. His gait had slowed considerably, and even short walks left him winded. Getting behind the wheel was impossible, and Gerald didn’t want him straining himself more than necessary. Zeke smiled and opened the door of the passenger’s seat, and Gerald greeted him with a playful grin.

“About time,” Gerald teased as Zeke smiled. “Are you ready, big guy?”

Zeke groaned as he tried to climb into the passenger seat, his belly making the task nearly impossible. Gerald reached over, gripping his arm and guiding him in, adjusting the seat so he had more space. Once settled, Zeke let out a deep breath, shifting uncomfortably as another cramp rolled through him.

“Okay, now I’m ready to go,” Zeke said. “We have a lot to do today.”

Gerald smirked, placing a firm hand on Zeke’s belly as he started driving. “Damn, you look so good today,” he chuckled, rubbing slow circles over the tight curve. Zeke moaned softly, the pressure soothing but overwhelming. “Let’s make you look even better.”

As they pulled into a drive-thru, Gerald gave Zeke a playful glance before ordering a massive breakfast meal—several breakfast burritos, pancakes, and an extra-large milkshake. Zeke couldn’t resist despite feeling unbearably full. The scent of warm food made his stomach gurgle, and he dug in, stuffing himself even as his belly throbbed in protest. Every bite made him feel heavier, his stomach stretching tighter and tighter, his jeans cutting into his waist. His breaths turned shallow as the pressure inside him grew, but he couldn’t stop.

By the time he finished the last bite, Zeke was slumped back in his seat, one hand cradling his distended belly, the other gripping the door for support. “I shouldn’t have eaten all that,” he groaned. “I feel like I’m gonna pop.”

Gerald reached over, his strong hands pressing into Zeke’s aching belly, massaging gentle circles over the taut dome. “You always say that, but you never stop,” he teased.

His touch was firm but soothing, helping to ease the relentless pressure. “Oh, you just make it so hard to say no.” Zeke let out a low moan, his body trembling from the sensation.

 Gerald’s hands then drifted upward, his fingers kneading the heavy swell of Zeke’s pecs, rolling over the thick, sensitive flesh. The massage sent a deep shudder through Zeke’s body, his nipples hardening beneath his straining shirt. A sharp gasp escaped him, his belly jumping slightly in response. He felt like his body was finally about to explode by the time Gerald parked the car at the construction site, but Gerald’s touch was wonderful.

“You’re so full everywhere,” Gerald whispered, smirking as he worked his free hand in slow, steady motions.

Zeke could only whimper, melting into the seat as Gerald’s touch eased the tension, making him momentarily forget how impossibly full he felt. And then, it happened. A sudden, sharp pressure exploded through Zeke’s belly, radiating down into his hips. His entire body tensed as a breathless gasp escaped him. And then, a rush of wetness gushed out of his hole, soaking his jeans and coating the seat beneath him. He froze; his pulse quickened as sheer panic surged through him.

“Ugh! Fuck!” he shouted, his voice shaking. His wide eyes darted to his belly, disbelief washing over him like ice water.

Gerald’s eyes widened at the sound of Zeke’s distress. “What happened? What’s wrong?” he asked, in shock.

Zeke swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. “I—I don’t know,” he said, gripping his belly with trembling hands. “Something just... burst. And something is leaking out of my—Oh, fuck!” His voice faltered, his own words sounding surreal.

Gerald paled, looking confused and concerned. “Oh, shit.”

But before either of them could say anything else, a bone-crushing pressure bore down inside Zeke’s belly, making his entire body jerk violently. His mouth fell open as a strangled cry tore from his throat. It felt like something was pressing lower, stretching, shifting inside him with undeniable force. A powerful contraction seized him, his body clenching around it, and this time, it was impossible to ignore what was happening.

Realization slammed into him like a freight train. The months of growth, the strange movements, the aching weight in his chest, the insatiable hunger—it had never been just overindulgence.

“Boss,” he gasped, his voice thick with panic and pain. “I’m—I’m in labor. I need to go to the hospital! NOW!”

Gerald’s face drained of color, his eyes darting between Zeke’s contorted expression and the wet seat beneath him. “WHAT?! You’re a man!” he shouted, but as he watched the scene, he finally realized Zeke was right. “Oh, shit—okay. Just breathe and hold on.”

But before Gerald could shift into gear, another contraction ripped through Zeke with violent intensity. His back arched, one of his hands firmly gripping Gerald’s hand as the other held the door handle as a raw, guttural scream tore from him. He could feel it. Something was pushing down, bearing lower and lower, his body forced to open and stretch in ways he never imagined possible.

Tears pricked his eyes as he panted desperately, his body trembling from the overwhelming force of it all. “Gerald, it’s—it’s coming! I can feel it moving down! I won’t make it to the hospital,” he sobbed, every muscle in his body clenching as the pressure intensified.

Gerald’s hands hovered over him, at a complete loss for what to do. “Zeke, hold on! Just—just hold on!” he pleaded, but even he could see it in Zeke’s tormented face—there was no way to stop this.

The babies were finally coming after all these months—the babies they had created in the secrecy of Gerald’s office 40 weeks ago. Each baby was larger than average due to Zeke’s overeating, so as his birth canal stretched to let them pass, he felt like his body was tearing in half. And five more babies continued moving and turning inside his overly stretched womb. After months of carrying a heavy load, it was finally time to deliver, right here, in his boss’ car.

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