A Dad's Struggles - Part 2

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A long and weary sigh escaped Jack’s mouth as he shifted his weight, feeling the soreness creeping through his body. Liam happily talked away while Jack focused on preparing their breakfast—a task that had become unbelievably exhausting in his condition. His belly jutted out so far in front of him that he had to stand at an awkward angle to reach the counter, and every movement required effort. He struggled to crack eggs, leaning back slightly to counterbalance the immense weight pressing forward, feeling the babies shifting inside him as he worked.

“So, big guy, what do you want to do today?” Jack asked, smiling at Liam while carefully whisking the eggs, trying not to let his sore arms cramp up.

Liam grinned and excitedly jumped in his seat with bright eyes. “Can we build a pillow fort? And then play pirates? And I’ll help you clean up, too!”

Jack chuckled, realizing how energetic Liam felt in the morning—far from how Jack felt. “That’s a lot for one day, buddy. Are you sure we can keep up?” he said, absentmindedly caressing the side of his belly.

Liam observed his dad for a moment and then grinned. “I can! And I’ll help you, Daddy. I promise.”

Jack nodded, smiling at his son, who looked excited to spend another day with him. Liam’s words made Jack’s struggles a bit easier to handle but also brought some memories he wasn’t ready to confront. He remembered how, years ago, he sat around a breakfast table, talking to his three older sons about their day, listening to their laughter, and helping them with homework before school between bites of toast. Back then, he never thought twice about how much those moments meant. He remembered their excited voices, how they would fight over who got to sit closest to him, and how they always asked for his help, whether to tie their shoes or fix broken toys. He had been their world, their father, and then he had walked away.

He couldn’t help but remember the day he left. His wife had stood at the doorway, arms crossed, fury and heartbreak, after learning that her husband had gotten another woman pregnant and was leaving them to be with her. Their sons—his boys—had stood behind her, confused and scared. He had made excuses, talking about needing space to think. But he had been a coward, not even looking at their faces. He had been selfish, leaving them to fulfill his own desires. He had walked away, suitcase in hand, shutting the door on the life he had built with them. He remembered their tears and how Martin had begged him to stay. And he had still left.

With years of silence between them, the guilt made his heart shrink as some tears appeared in his eyes. He didn’t dare to reach out to talk to his big boys, too ashamed of what he had done. He had abandoned them, and no amount of regret could undo that. He had made a choice. And it all had led him to his current condition. Now, it was the worst moment to reconnect with his sons. And still, as he looked at Liam’s bright, eager face, Jack wished—more than anything—that he could turn back time and fix what he had broken.

Jack quickly forced himself to focus on the present, aware that going deeper into these regretful thoughts wouldn’t help. “Alright, big guy. So, first things first, we’ll have breakfast. Then, we’ll clean up a little. I’ll need your help with laundry, though, since I can’t really bend over too much.”

Liam nodded eagerly. “I can do that! I can get the clothes out of the dryer for you!” he said, mimicking the motion to emphasize his willingness.

Jack smiled, rubbing his hairy belly and wincing as the babies stirred. “Okay. That would be a big help, buddy. After that, we’ll build your pillow fort, okay? But we’ll have to take breaks because Daddy gets tired really fast these days.”

Liam nodded and smiled. “I know! I’ll do all the hard work, Daddy. And we can take naps inside the fort!”

“That sounds perfect, buddy.” Jack pretended an excited face as he imagined the discomfort that all these activities would bring to his already strained body.

“And then we can play pirate! I’ll be the captain, and you can be the giant sea monster!” Liam said, opening his arms wide to emphasize the word: “giant.”

Jack laughed and raised an eyebrow. “A giant sea monster? I’m not sure how I feel about that. Do you think I’m that big?” He said, playfully patting his belly to make Liam laugh.

The boy giggled. “But you’ll be the best sea monster ever! You can’t move too fast, so I’ll have to sneak past you!”

Jack shook his head, laughing softly. “Alright, alright. I’ll be the biggest, slowest sea monster ever. And after that, maybe we can relax and read a story before dinner,” he said. And Liam nodded eagerly in response, excited at the prospect of spending the day together.

These moments were precious. And despite the exhaustion and the emotional battles, Jack was grateful to have Liam and Joe with him. Jack turned back his attention to cooking, enjoying the smell of bacon sizzling in the pan. Every second took so much out of him, but he didn’t have options. His feet were already throbbing, his lower back aching, and even his arms burned with the effort of lifting the pans in odd positions. He had to pause every so often to catch his breath, one hand pressed into the small of his back while the other rubbed at his enormous belly, feeling the strong kicks of his babies within.

Everything was difficult, but it was only the consequence of his own choices. His mind drifted back to the night everything started. It was a month after Joe was born. He had gone to a bar, desperate for a break from the constant tension with his partner. He had one too many drinks, and then he met this mysterious young man who made Jack forget about everything else. The man was tall, about 6’4”, massively muscular, perfect for a college wrestler. Jack had been captivated, drawn in by the man’s deep voice, contagious smile, and charming confidence.

One drink led to another, then another. And before Jack knew it, they were tangled up in the back of the man’s truck, passionately kissing while undressing each other. The rest of the details were blurry in Jack’s mind, but he remembered the heat, the impulse, and the lust that led to the encounter. It had been reckless. He had never been with a man before. He hadn’t even gotten the man’s name. And then, weeks later, his doctor had delivered the news that left him reeling—he was pregnant. Not just pregnant but carrying eight massive babies.

A sharp kick snapped him out of his thoughts. He winced, placing both hands on his belly and taking a deep breath. “Ugh. You guys don’t have to be so rough in there,” he whispered, rubbing his taut, hairy skin in small circles. He was still in shock about the pregnancy—the number of babies only made things more surprising, even after all these months, but despite the struggle, he had grown to love feeling the babies move. It was how they reminded their Daddy that soon he’d be holding them in his arms.

Then, another sound interrupted his brief moment of reflection: a loud cry from the bassinet. Joe squirmed, lifting his little fists to call for Jack’s attention. The heavily pregnant dad immediately knew what was wrong. And as if on cue, his engorged nipples began to leak. The twin streams of milk traveled down his tits and onto his massive belly, dampening his hairs. Jack groaned and set the spatula down, carefully moving toward the bassinet.

“Alright, alright, little guy, I got you,” he said, grunting as he bent forward to pick the baby up. The weight of his belly made this position painfully awkward, but he managed. A sharp breath escaped his lips as he straightened up with Joe in his arms, carefully shifting the baby against his swollen tits in position to feed him. Joe immediately got his Daddy’s nipple in his mouth and latched on, making happy little noises as he nursed. “See? Everything’s fine. No need to cry.”

Balancing his son in one arm while attempting to continue cooking was nearly impossible. His belly kept bumping into the counter, and his sore muscles trembled under the strain. “You’re quite the eater, aren’t you? You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?” he whispered, looking down at Joe sucking on his nipple before focusing back on the stove. “All right, let’s get this breakfast finished. Daddy needs to sit,” he said, smiling at Liam, who was silently observing him.

Jack moved slowly, carefully navigating through the kitchen that now felt too small for him. He frequently looked down at Joe, sucking soundly on his nipple as a steady stream of milk filled his cheeks. For a few precious seconds, he let himself forget about the hardships, exhaustion, and mistakes of the past. In this quiet moment, all that mattered was his love for his sons and the life they were building together.

Jack would catch his reflection in the shiny surface of the microwave every now and then, catching a glimpse of his enormous rounded belly, his wide hips, huge butt, and the massive milk-filled chest he now had. He felt disbelief and pride at the sight, marveling at the changes his body had gone through to bring these little lives into the world. Having Joe drawing copious amounts of milk from his tits was an odd but fulfilling complement to the overall crazy sight. Jack never imagined his chest would produce milk to feed his babies, but here he was, breastfeeding and pregnant.

Jack let out a slow breath, feeling the tight stretch of his belly as the babies continued moving. But with Joe in one arm and his free hand busy with the spatula and the pans, he couldn’t caress his aching skin. Thankfully, breakfast was almost ready. The sizzling bacon, the golden stacks of pancakes, the fluffy eggs, and the steaming toast were all on the counter before him. His stomach gurgled hungrily, but he still had to serve a plate for Liam. Then, he would finally be able to sit down and eat—all while keeping a firm hold on little Joe, who was still latched onto his chest, contentedly nursing.

Jack carefully reached for the plates, adjusting his stance to counterbalance his enormous belly. The weight pulling him forward made it hard to move with any real agility, and he had to keep one hand under his son to keep him steady. His feet ached from standing for so long, his lower back throbbed, and a light sweat had broken out along his forehead from the sheer effort of keeping everything together. Still, he managed to arrange the plates, serving a generous portion for Liam before carefully moving everything over to the table.

“Alright, buddy, breakfast is ready,” Jack said, slowly lowering himself onto a chair, wincing as he tried to adjust his body into something resembling comfort.

Sitting down was its own challenge. Jack’s belly, massive and heavy, pressed up against the table, making it hard to scoot in properly. He leaned back slightly, adjusting his chair, but it was impossible to find the perfect angle. With Joe still latched onto him, he had to be extra careful, using one hand to support the baby as the other reached awkwardly for his utensils.

Liam scurried over, climbing onto his seat with excitement. “It looks so good, Daddy! Thanks for making so much food!”

Jack huffed a tired laugh. “You know your old man needs to eat a lot these days.” He glanced down at his belly, feeling the babies within stir at the mention of food as if they could sense that he was about to have a hearty meal.

As Jack finally took a bite, he sighed in pure relief. The rich flavors of the eggs and toast melted on his tongue, and he practically inhaled the meal. Each bite barely satisfied the hunger that had settled in his stomach. And before long, he was devouring everything in sight. Pancakes disappeared in a matter of moments, syrup dribbling down his fingers. Bacon crunched between his teeth, and the eggs were gone before he could even savor them properly.

Joe continued nursing on his Daddy’s chest all the while, his tiny fingers gripping onto Jack’s skin as he suckled. The warmth of his baby against his chest made Jack feel some peace amidst the exhaustion. But it also reminded him of something else. Soon, he would have eight more little ones in his arms, all needing his care and attention. The thought was overwhelming—especially knowing his partner was still furious with him. He didn’t know if he’d be doing this alone—much more likely he would, and it was terrifying.

Jack was worried, uncertain about what would happen once the babies were born. His relationship with his partner was far from ideal to welcome new babies, not even talk about eight of them. The worry gnawed at the edges of his mind, but as he felt another strong kick from within his belly, he couldn’t help but smile despite it all. They were growing, healthy, and strong. No matter what happened, he would love them with everything he had.

By the time Jack finished eating, his stomach felt stretched tight, painfully full. He let out a long groan, shifting in his seat as he rubbed over his swollen belly, feeling how taut it was with the weight of the food and his pregnancy. His breathing was short and labored as, every time he inhaled, the fullness reached ready-to-burst levels. He felt like a time bomb ticking toward the moment of explosion. But by this point, Jack knew his body would only expand and stretch more to accommodate anything.

As he struggled to regain composure after indulging way too much, Joe finally pulled away from his nipple, his little face relaxed and drowsy, completely satisfied. Jack carefully adjusted him, wincing as he lifted him higher to rest against his shoulder.

“Alright, little guy, let’s get that burp out,” Jack whispered, gently patting the baby’s back. “You’re just like your Daddy. You know no boundaries when it comes to food.”

Liam laughed, observing from across the table, also finishing his breakfast. “I’m so full, Daddy. I ate the whole pile of pancakes. I’ll get big and strong like you.”

Jack chuckled, smiling at his boy. “You will, buddy. Though, definitely not like me,” he said, bouncing the baby on his shoulder while patting his back. It took a few minutes, and Jack’s arms ached from holding him up, but finally, a loud burp escaped from the baby’s mouth, and he relaxed completely. “Good job, little guy,” he said, softly hugging the baby.

Jack carefully attempted to stand up, but it was a struggle. His belly was so full and heavy that he had to brace himself against the table, groaning as he pushed up to his feet. His back protested the movement, and his feet ached even more as he shifted his weight. He carefully walked over to the bassinet, lowering Joe into it. The baby briefly squirmed before settling, his little tummy full of milk making him sleepy. Jack ran a hand over his soft hair, sighing.

“Sleep well, little one,” he whispered, enjoying the peaceful moment.

Then, Jack turned back toward the kitchen, observing the mess left behind. Plates, pans, utensils—it all needed to be cleaned. He let out a long, weary breath but couldn’t leave it like this. His partner was already shouldering the burden of financially supporting the house and paying for the tons of food he ate, considering Jack couldn’t work in his current state. The least he could do was keep the house together.

“Alright, Liam. Let’s clean up, big guy,” he said, faking an excited smile.

Liam jumped up eagerly. “I’ll help!”

Even with Liam’s help, the work was slow and grueling. Jack was soon sweating and panting as his entire body protested every motion. Every bend and stretch was a struggle, and the weight of his belly pulled at his spine, making him wince. Wiping down the counters required him to stretch his arms awkwardly around his midsection, his belly pressing against the edge and making him shift uncomfortably. Scrubbing dishes was even worse—standing still for too long made his feet throb, and he had to adjust his stance constantly, trying to distribute the weight evenly.

He had to take frequent breaks, pressing a hand to his aching back, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, or simply leaning against the counter to catch his breath. His belly got in the way constantly, bumping against cabinet doors, knocking over utensils, and making it nearly impossible to move freely in the already cramped kitchen. Liam carefully moved around him, aware that his Daddy needed space, but things were still complicated.

Even something as simple as putting things away became a challenge, forcing him to squat a bit or stretch up on his toes, each movement making him groan. But little by little, they made progress. Liam diligently wiped down the lower surfaces while Jack did the rest. They worked together to bring order back to the kitchen, even as Jack’s body screamed in protest. He could barely keep up, but he had no other option but to continue.

By the time they finished, Jack felt he was about to collapse. He wiped a hand across his forehead, looking around at the now spotless kitchen. Exhaustion dragged at his limbs, but there was still more to do. The laundry needed to be done, and since Joe was sound asleep, now was the perfect time to tackle it. He would’ve loved a break, but he saved the chance to rest to do it while the washer machine did its job.

“Okay, buddy,” Jack said, patting Liam’s head. “Let’s go start the laundry.”

Liam nodded eagerly. “I’ll help with the folding later!”

Jack smiled tiredly, placing a hand on his belly as he waddled toward the laundry room, bracing himself for the next task ahead. Liam ran before him, making Jack smile. He had enough energy to transmit some of it to his tired dad. And Jack couldn’t help but imagine how it would be once Joe was older, and the eight babies in his belly would run around the house with him. This idea brought a smile to Jack’s tired face.

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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.