Double Duty, One Man - Part 4

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Cade leaned back into the rocking chair, sighing again after detaching the breast pumps from his swollen chest. His tits were still heavy and full but felt slightly better now that he’d filled another pair of bottles with his milk. Cade rubbed the sensitive skin, his fingers grazing over the faint stretch marks that had formed during his first pregnancy. His body had changed so much, but he had grown accustomed to its new rhythms, even if it was a source of constant challenge. His chest still ached, and the pressure was manageable—for now, but the rest of his body felt about to burst, and there was little he could do to feel better.

His hand drifted down to his enormous hairy belly, his hand resting atop its peak. His own touch soothed him as he traced slow, absentminded circles over the taut, overly stretched surface. He chuckled, thinking that he had grown so huge his popped-out belly button was out of his reach. Cade sighed again, shifting his weight in the chair. His hips protested the motion with a sharp ache, and he winced, groaning softly.

It didn’t matter how Cade positioned himself—there was no such thing as true comfort anymore. Laying down strained his back, standing for too long left his legs trembling and weak, and even sitting, the one position that should have provided relief, wore on his hips and lower back after a while. His sheer size meant that every movement required careful planning and effort, and he often found himself out of breath from the simplest tasks. But at this moment, he needed to move to give his hips a little break—as much as possible.

Cade sighed for the millionth time, resting his hands on the chair’s armrest as he tried to stand up. He moved his hips forward and spread his legs wide to accommodate the massive swell of his belly. Cade had to be careful to avoid putting too much pressure on his swollen balls in the process—they were large and sensitive as a side effect of the hormonal changes. He had always had big balls, but now they were at risk under the immense size of his belly.

Slowly, he rocked back and forth, using the momentum to get on his feet. The strain was immediate—his muscles protested, his joints ached, and the weight of his belly pulled heavily on his center of gravity. He groaned softly, pausing midway to adjust his position. Finally, with a monumental effort and a low grunt, Cade managed to push himself upright. His legs wobbled under the immense weight, and he instinctively placed one hand on the small of his back while the other moved to the side of his belly.

The relief of standing was short-lived as his hips immediately reminded him of their soreness. But Cade took a moment to steady himself before turning toward the cribs. The octuplets were sleeping. He smiled at them, checking on each baby. Their tiny chests rose and fell with the even rhythm of sleep, and he adjusted a blanket here and smoothed a tuft of hair there before stepping carefully out of the room.

Each step was a challenge. Cade’s hips ached fiercely, and the pressure deep in his pelvis grew more insistent with every movement. He groaned softly, one hand still pressed to his back as he walked. “Come on,” he said, trying to keep his spirits up. “You can’t be that helpless. It’s only a bit of pressure.” But the truth was, he wasn’t sure. Deep down, Cade recognized the sensation, though he wasn’t ready to admit it.

Cade opened the door to the room next to the first nursery, and a nearly identical setup greeted him: eight cribs arranged in neat rows, ready to welcome coming baby boys. The room smelled faintly of fresh paint and new furniture but looked beautiful. Caleb had poured so much love and effort into preparing both nurseries, and Cade couldn’t help but smile as he ran a hand over the edge of one crib.

“Your big brother is amazing,” Cade said, looking down at his belly. “He loves you all so much. He’s made sure you’ll have everything you need.” He felt gentle flutters beneath his hand as if the babies were responding to his words, and he softly chuckled.

Then, the flutters gave way to something different—a sharp, insistent pressure that made him gasp and clutch his belly. Cade took a deep breath, trying to ignore the signs, but couldn’t deny them anymore. The contraction hit him like a wave, building quickly from discomfort to pain. He groaned, gripping the side of the crib for support. His belly tightened as the pain radiated through his hips. The babies responded with frantic, chaotic kicks as he tried to manage the contraction by rubbing his belly in soothing circles. 

“Calm down,” Cade said, gritting his teeth. “We’re not doing this yet.” Deep down, he knew it was time.

As the contraction subsided, Cade straightened slowly, his breaths coming in shallow, trembling pants. His mind drifted back to his first labor, the memory as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. He had been enormous then—maybe not as big as he was in his second pregnancy, but close. It had been an early morning in March, and he’d been alone, sitting on the same couch where Joseph had gotten him pregnant.

The pressure in his belly and hips had been building all day, but he had dismissed it as the usual discomforts of late pregnancy. But when the pressure became too strong to ignore it, Cade went to his bedroom, hoping to lie down and find some relief. Rising from the couch had been a struggle, his massive belly throwing off his balance, and every step toward his bedroom felt like an eternity. Then, just as he had reached the doorway, his water had broken, soaking the carpet and making his heart rate accelerate.

The contractions had come fast and strong after that, leaving him breathless and terrified. Cade had managed to sit heavily on the edge of his bed, clutching the edge of the mattress. His knuckles were white as he tried to find relief, but nothing worked. The pressure in his hips and lower back was unbearable, announcing that something was happening, whether he was ready or not.

He felt exposed and vulnerable, unprepared for what was happening. He grabbed his phone with trembling hands, texting Caleb in panic. His son had responded immediately, promising to leave class and come home as fast as possible—at least 30 minutes. But half an hour felt like an eternity. Deep down, he didn’t want Caleb to see him in such a helpless state, but his son wanted to help him, and Cade knew he couldn’t do it alone.

Another contraction hit, worse and sharper than the last, and Cade cried out, his hand flying to his belly as if to steady it. Desperation drove him to strip off his briefs, leaving him feeling even more exposed, but the slight reduction in pressure was worth it. Then he collapsed onto his bed, wracked with pain and confusion. The urge to push had been building, and he couldn’t ignore it. It was primal, instinctive, and terrifying. Men weren’t supposed to give birth—he wasn’t supposed to give birth—but here he was, with no choice but to face it head-on.

With a shaking hand, Cade had pushed himself further onto the bed, struggling to find a position that felt even remotely comfortable. Still, Cade managed to lean back against the pillows, his legs spreading instinctively to make room for his enormous belly. His breath hitched as another contraction surged through him, this one accompanied by a burning sensation low in his pelvis. If he felt ready to burst before, the sensation had only worsened now.

“Oh, please,” he gasped, breathing through the contractions like his life depended on it. “I’ve got this. I’ve got this. Fuck, but it hurts so much!”

The burning intensified, and Cade realized that the first baby was crowning. It felt surreal, almost otherworldly. Another contraction tore through him, and he bore down with all his might. The pain was terrible, a fiery pressure that consumed him entirely. Cade gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the sheets as he pushed. The baby’s head inched forward, and he could feel every movement, every stretch of his body as it worked to bring his baby into the world.

He paused between pushes, panting heavily and trying to gather his strength. His hairy belly heaved with each breath, the taut skin glistening with sweat. The instinctive urge to push had returned quickly, and Cade bore down again. This time, the baby’s head slipped free, and he let out a sob of relief and disbelief. The shoulders were next, and the sensation was almost unbearable. Cade groaned loudly, his head tipping back against the headboard as he pushed with everything he had. The baby’s tiny shoulders slid through, and the rest of the body followed in a rush. He barely had time to process what had happened before the newborn was lying on the mattress between his legs, wet and squirming.

Cade had stared down at the baby, his vision blurred by tears. His hands trembled as he reached to get the not-so-tiny infant in his arms. The baby let out a weak, wailing cry, and Cade pressed it to his chest. He couldn’t help but cry as overwhelming emotions took over him. His body ached in ways he hadn’t thought possible, and his belly was still impossibly large with the seven remaining babies. But in that instant, none of it mattered. He had done it. He had brought his first baby into the world, and the magnitude of that achievement left him breathless.

Cade heard hurried footsteps approaching as he cradled the newborn against his chest, with the cord still tying them together. The bedroom door burst open, and Caleb had appeared, his eyes wide with shock. He observed his dad’s body covered in sweat, the birth fluids on the mattress between Cade’s legs, and then his gaze fell on the baby.

“Dad,” Caleb had said. “You... you already—”

Cade had managed a weak smile, his body still trembling with exertion. “Only the first one,” he said. “There are seven more. But come closer and look at him. He’s perfect. So big and good-looking, just like his older brother on the day he was born.”

Caleb had slowly approached, his protective instincts kicking in as he sat beside his dad, looking at his baby brother. “Hey, little buddy. You couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Caleb said, smiling and touching the baby’s hand. “He’s perfect, Dad. But you’re not done yet. I’ll get the supplies we need for the rest of the babies. I’ll take care of everything.”

The hours following the birth of the first baby boy were a whirling of exhaustion, relief, and determination. Cade lay back against the pillows, his massive, hairy belly still straining under the weight of seven more babies. Caleb sat beside him, helping his dad prepare for the remaining deliveries. The first baby was wrapped snugly in a soft blanket, resting in bed beside Cade. The process was only beginning, but it happened much faster than expected.

Cade groaned when the contractions hit him. Sweat dripped down his body and soaked his chest hair. His hands instinctively gripped the sides of his belly as Caleb sprang into action, gently massaging his father’s firm, taut abdomen, working his strong hands in slow, deliberate circles to ease the tension.

“Breathe, Dad,” Caleb encouraged. “You’ve got this!”

Cade focused on Caleb’s words, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. The pain peaked, but Cade’s body knew what to do, even if his mind was still grappling with the impossibility of it all. He bore down with a deep, guttural groan, his entire being focused on bringing the next baby into the world. “Here comes the other!” Cade shouted.

“I see the head,” Caleb said in awe. He positioned himself between Cade’s legs to catch the baby. “You’re almost there, Dad. Just one more big push.”

Cade gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body straining as he gave one final push. The baby slipped free into Caleb’s waiting hands, and a thin, wailing cry filled the room. Cade’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, the relief of delivering another baby mingling with the knowledge that there were still six more to go.

The process repeated with each new arrival. Caleb worked tirelessly, massaging Cade’s belly and helping him find a more comfortable position when his hips and back began to ache. He caught each baby with care, guiding them safely into the world. Cade, despite the pain and exhaustion, found his rhythm. Each push brought him closer to relief, and with every baby delivered, his massive belly slowly began to deflate. By the time the eighth baby was born, sweat covered Cade’s body, his hair matted to his forehead. His belly, while still prominent, was no longer the colossal burden it had been.

“You did it! They’re all here, safe and sound,” Caleb said, proud of his dad, but Cade couldn’t respond. He was breathless, sweaty, sore, and tired, but it was finally over.

Cade and Caleb enjoyed sweet moments with the newborns for about an hour and a half. Cade couldn’t help but smile as he saw Caleb caring so much for his little brothers and cleaning everything around. Meanwhile, he held two babies to his chest, tears streaming down his face as he looked at the tiny, identical faces. “They’re perfect,” Cade whispered, his voice breaking. “All of them.”

“They are. You did great, Dad,” Caleb said, smiling at his dad.

The babies sucked soundly on his large nipples, and Cade marveled at how much they resembled Caleb when he had been born. They had the same handsome features, but these babies had blonde hair—like Joseph. “They look just like you did,” he said, smiling weakly.

Caleb chuckled, gently caressing one of the babies’ hands. “Well, I guess that makes them even more special. I know they’ll be good-looking like me,” he playfully said, winking. But the sweet moment was interrupted by Caleb’s phone buzzing. He glanced at the screen and sighed. “You need to rest, Dad. And I have to go to work. Are you sure you can handle them all on your own?” Caleb said.

Cade nodded, knowing that Caleb’s part-time job was important. “I’ll be fine. You’ve done more than enough. We’ll be here when you get back. I promise.”

Caleb smiled and carefully placed the octuplets in their cribs, ensuring they were snug and safe before grabbing his bag. “I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he promised, hugging Cade. “Call me if you need anything.”

The house was suddenly quiet after Caleb left, except for the soft breathing of the babies. Cade stood slowly a while later, his legs trembling from the exertion of labor. He wrapped a towel around his waist for comfort, his postpartum belly still round, though much smaller than it had been. His chest was tender from feeding the babies, and Cade couldn’t help but massage it as he walked to the kitchen. Cade was hungry, but something interrupted him.

The doorbell rang just as he poured himself a glass of juice. Cade froze, his body tense as he waited for whoever was outside to leave. But the ringing persisted, insistent and unyielding. With a sigh of resignation and a low groan, he carefully walked to the door. He opened it just enough to peek out, keeping his towel around his waist, and his jaw dropped at the sight. Standing before him was Tommy, the 18-year-old handsome son of his neighbors across the street.

The young man filled the doorway like a giant casting a shadow. Tommy was a towering 6’7” and built like a wall, easily surpassing 300 pounds of muscle. A thin layer of softness covered his whole body, making him look gigantic. His broad shoulders strained against the snug confines of a t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame. Every movement of his arms caused the fabric to ripple over bulging biceps. And his enormously broad chest looked more like pillows stuffed under his t-shirt, each breath making them rise and fall hypnotically.

Tommy’s form-fitting shorts looked painted on his skin, leaving little to the imagination and showcasing his enormous thighs. And to make things better, a massive bulge protruded from his crotch—the outline of an enormous cock visible, making Cade’s tired body shiver without being touched. Tommy’s curly dark brown hair and perfectly sculpted face were the best touches to top a body that would put any bodybuilder to shame.

“Tommy? What do your parents feed you over there?” Cade blurted, unable to mask his amazement. It had been about a year and a half since the last time Cade had seen Tommy, and the difference was enormous. The young guy had always been tall, but now he was a titan. “Sorry about that, but you look… wow!”

Tommy’s cocky grin spread wide, his blue eyes lighting up. “Hey, Mr. O’Connor. Just good genes, I guess,” he replied, chuckling. He stood casually, his hands resting on his hips in a way that emphasized his barrel chest and tapered waist. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m working on a school project. I need to ask my neighbors some questions. Mind if I come in?”

Cade hesitated for a moment, aware of his state—exhausted, barely dressed, his towel doing little to hide the soft, still-rounded swell of his postpartum belly or to cover his enormous milk-filled pecs. But there was something disarming about Tommy’s demeanor, and despite his fatigue, he found himself nodding.

“Sure, but give me a second,” Cade said, closing the door and looking around to find something to cover his upper body. He saw one of Caleb’s oversized t-shirts resting on the couch and attempted to put it on. The t-shirt didn’t help much to cover his soft belly, but it at least worked as a top to cover his round tits. However, it left nothing to the imagination, only making his engorged nipples draw more attention.

Cade returned to the door and opened it, leaving Tommy speechless this time. The young man’s eyes widened, scanning Cade’s enormous pecs and the nipples straining the t-shirt. His eyes darted to the hairy, rounded abdomen and then to Cade’s hips and butt rounded shape, barely covered by the towel. His grin grew broader, raising an eyebrow.

“What have you been eating, Mr. O’Connor,” Tommy playfully said, following Cade’s earlier comment. “I’m kidding, but you look amazing.”

“Thanks, I guess.” Cade blushed and stepped aside, letting the young man enter. “Come on in. And I’m sorry for my outfit. I had to borrow one of Caleb’s t-shirts.”

Tommy slightly ducked as he passed through the doorway, his size making the act look almost necessary. Cade couldn’t help but feel self-consciousness as he adjusted the towel around his waist and gestured for Tommy to sit at the table. The chair creaked softly under Tommy’s weight as he settled in, leaning forward with his forearms resting on the table.

“So, what do you need to know about me?” Cade asked, sipping at his juice as he tried to ignore the heat rising to his face. “My life’s pretty uneventful and boring.” It was a lie.

“It’s for my senior project,” Tommy explained. “I’m studying how people view their jobs and how that impacts their lives. Just a few questions, nothing too intense.”

Cade had nodded, listening intently, though he couldn’t help but notice how Tommy’s muscles shifted with even the slightest movements. Tommy made short and specific questions that Cade could quickly answer. But despite how fast the conversation was, both knew something else had ignited between them.

“Once final question, Mr. O’Connor. Something a bit more personal,” Tommy had said after a while with a cocky grin. Cade nodded. “I’ve been wondering—what’s your secret? Your chest, your belly, your butt, your, uh, overall size—you’ve got this whole, curvaceous, larger-than-life shape. It’s so hot.”

Cade blushed and arched an eyebrow, surprised by the young man’s forwardness. “Larger-than-life shape? Hot? Me? Have you seen yourself, boy? You’re a living definition of hot and big,” he said without even realizing the words escaping his mouth.

Tommy had chuckled, leaning back on the chair and spreading his enormous arms in a gesture of innocence. “I’m just calling it as I see it. I can’t help but admire a hot man when I see one and you—Mr. O’Connor, you are the hottest one I’ve seen.” Tommy winked, and these words disarmed Cade. He forgot the exhaustion and the soreness as he saw Tommy flexing his biceps and making his enormous pecs bounce.

In the present, Cade groaned through another contraction, his hand rubbing soothing circles on his massive belly. He talked to his unborn babies, trying to settle them down. “You know, your dad made it impossible for me to resist,” he began softly, his breath hitching as the contraction reached its peak. “I should’ve been more careful with him, but I wasn’t thinking clearly that day.”

A wry smile crossed his lips. “But I don’t regret it. Soon, I’ll have eight more of you to love. All thanks to Tommy.” His free hand drifted to the side of his belly, where he could feel the firm movements of tiny feet pressing outward. “Ugh. You’re already so big and strong. Just like your dad. And you seem to be in a rush to come out.”

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