A Dad's Struggles - Part 1

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As the first rays of dawn entered the bedroom, 38-year-old Jack sat propped up against a mountain of pillows. He felt the exertion from the monumental task of rolling onto his side and hauling himself into a sitting position. His breathing came in labored puffs as he tried to catch his breath, something he barely managed lately. Even waking up was exhausting these days, leaving his entire body trembling with the strain. His enormous, round belly rose and fell with each heavy breath, taking up his entire lap and stretching his skin tight, so tight it was almost translucent, as though even a touch might make it burst. Jack was pregnant. So unbelievably pregnant that he felt more belly than a man.

He ran a hand over his abdomen—the few parts he could reach, feeling the tautness and the texture of his own body hair as his fingers slid across the massive dome. The size and weight were mind-blowing, almost surreal. He was eight months pregnant with octuplets—something even his wildest imagination wouldn’t have dreamed. Finding out he was able to get pregnant, even though men usually can’t, was shocking enough. Learning that he had conceived octuplets naturally was far beyond his wildest dreams—or nightmares. But on top of it all, his doctor had recently informed him that each of his babies was already around 9.5 pounds—expected to go beyond 10 pounds, and the thought was shocking, to say the least.

“Lucky me,” he whispered in disbelief. His belly was larger than anything he’d ever seen or even heard about. He couldn’t believe he could carry so many babies or get this big. It was shocking that he could stretch and expand so much.

But as shocking as his condition was, he couldn’t help but smile as he rubbed his hands in slow, gentle circles over his massive belly. It felt like a small miracle every time he felt one of the babies move, each kick reminding him of their presence—not like he could forget about his enormous cargo anyway. They wriggled constantly, reminding him that he was never really alone, even in these quiet, lonely moments.

“Hey, my little ones,” Jack whispered, feeling the babies kick and roll as he massaged his belly. “You’re giving your old man a run for his money, huh?” He felt a strong kick against his side that made him wince. He chuckled and caressed the spot, already used to the strong kicks. Despite the aches, the discomfort, and the sheer size that tested his body’s limits, he was in love with the babies already. “Careful, you don’t want to make me burst, do you?” He smiled.

However, this smile faded as he glanced around the empty room. His current partner—a woman 12 years younger than him—was already gone for the day; she had left without a word, just like every morning lately. Their relationship had grown cold and distant since Jack found out about the pregnancy, and barely a few words exchanged between them. Jack knew she was frustrated with how things had turned out—even angry. She didn’t expect her man to cheat on her with another man and get so enormously and helplessly pregnant.

Also, she had to go out to work every day, supporting the house because Jack was too massive to keep up with his job. He now stayed home with their two sons—4-year-old Liam and 9-month-old Joe. Jack sighed, knowing his partner barely looked at him anymore, even when she was home. But he couldn’t blame her. Nobody could blame her for not looking at the pregnant, beached whale her man had become.

Pushing away the thoughts to avoid getting depressed, he braced his hands against the bed, gathering his strength for the next challenge: standing up. “Alright, come on, big guy. You’ve got this,” he muttered to himself, and with a groan, he tried to scoot his hips forward, each movement a strain in itself, making the bed creak under his weight. His body felt like it weighed a ton, and every muscle protested as he struggled to get his feet to the floor. Finally, with one last grunt, he could shift his weight forward, feeling the babies stir restlessly inside as he moved. “Shh, shh,” he cooed softly, rubbing his belly to try and calm them down. “Just getting up. We’ll be okay. Calm down.”

Once on his feet, Jack exhaled heavily, feeling every pound pressing down on his hips, thighs, and feet. He instinctively placed one hand on the small of his back, the gesture pushing his massive belly forward, which only made it feel even more pronounced. He adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider to accommodate the weight, and began waddling to the mirror. His movements were slow, each step calculated and careful to avoid falling or straining his body further. He took a deep breath, bracing himself before taking in his reflection.

There he was—his 5’10” body had changed almost beyond recognition. His hairy chest had expanded, massive and plump, with his pecs now heavy and rounded to the size of soccer balls, prepared to provide for the babies once they arrived. His nipples were large, darkened, and looking engorged, the sight making Jack take a deep breath. His free hand moved up to massage one of his pecs—or tits, as he often called them—feeling the plumpness caused by the milk stored inside.

“I probably should get a bra to keep these under control,” Jack playfully said, caressing and squeezing his massive tits. He preferred to find the fun side of things instead of letting the situation strain his feelings.

His eyes lowered, still marveling at how his once-toned belly had grown into an enormous, hairy globe stretched to its absolute limit with a prominent outie belly button perched at the very center, showing how far his body had been pushed. He looked lower, processing how his hips had broadened considerably, giving him a softened, curvaceous shape that balanced out his tremendous belly. And his butt—once firm and muscular—was now enormous, fatter, straining against his snug briefs that were barely hanging on. He chuckled, thinking how he had changed from the definition of a manly man to become an overburdened baby machine with a massive ass and tits.

A pair of overly snug briefs was the only piece of clothing that still fit him. The pregnancy hadn’t only caused his body to thicken. His balls had swollen due to the hormones, making it even more challenging to find something to wear. Jack took in the way they clung tightly to his body, barely containing his ass or his swollen bulge—which wasn’t visible under his enormous belly, and the waistband dug into his fatter hips. He slightly twisted to examine himself from different angles, the effort making him sigh heavily with the exertion.

“How did I get this big?” Jack whispered in awe and disbelief. He traced the curves of his belly with his fingertips, marveling at its sheer size and fullness. “You guys are really getting huge and making me blow up,” he murmured to his babies, enjoying the sensation of his own hand against his stretched skin. “I guess this is payback, huh? For being so reckless,” he said, briefly remembering the night it all started. A one-night stand, an anonymous muscular young man at a bar, the most cliché situation with the unique touch that Jack was a man, now pregnant with huge octuplets.

The thought reminded him of how he’d been forced to quit his job a few months back. Operating heavy machinery was something he had always taken pride in. But when his belly grew too enormous to fit comfortably in the operator’s seat, there was simply no way he could keep working. Also, people at work had started asking questions about his belly, and Jack didn’t feel ready to explain he was pregnant despite being a man. His current partner had taken on the burden of providing for the family ever since. This fact filled him with guilt. He knew it was part of why she resented him so much now. And he understood why, even if it hurt to admit it. He’d made many mistakes throughout the years. And this was just another one on the list.

As Jack stood there, he found himself thinking about his first family—his wife and the three sons he’d left behind four years ago. He hadn’t seen them in four long years. James, his eldest, was 20 now, Martin was 17, and Daniel was 14. He hadn’t valued them enough when he’d had them, something he could see so clearly now. The guilt gnawed at him, a familiar ache that had grown stronger as his current situation advanced. He had abandoned them to be with his younger current partner, leaving behind the stability they’d once known, and in return, he was now burdened with this life he hadn’t planned for. It was payback for his actions.

He lowered his gaze, looking down at his belly, the babies shifting inside as though they sensed his thoughts. And despite the weight of his regrets, he couldn’t help but smile a little. He was in love with these babies already, and even though the road to this point had been messy, he felt grateful for them. “Maybe one day you’ll meet your other brothers. They’re the best. I’m sure they would love you even despite what I did,” he said, caressing his belly as he thought about his eldest sons.

With a soft sigh, Jack turned back to his dresser, hoping to find something that might still fit him. Jack already knew the answer but always attempted to find something to cover his overly rounded body. He started with an oversized hoodie, pulling it over his head with a bit of effort. The fabric strained around his massive tits and refused to cover a third part of his belly. He tugged at it a few times, trying to coax it down, but gave up when he heard a small tear. “Alright, not happening,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Next, he tried a t-shirt, pulling it on and watching as it immediately rode up his abdomen, exposing most of his hairy skin. He pulled at the hem, but it clung to his belly and chest, looking more like a crop top than anything else. “Nope,” he sighed, peeling it off and tossing it aside. Shorts proved equally hopeless—they refused to make it past his thighs, let alone his widened hips or ample ass, and he finally slumped back against the bed, panting from the effort.

With one final sigh, he resigned himself to staying in just his briefs, the tight fabric digging into his skin and barely containing him. It wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t have the energy to fight with his wardrobe any longer. He already knew it was hopeless. He placed a hand on his belly, feeling the babies shift in response.

“Well, looks like we’re making it a lazy day again, huh?” He rubbed his belly affectionately, a bittersweet smile spreading on his lips.

Jack took a moment to gather himself, catching his breath after the exhausting ordeal with his clothes. He turned slowly with a groan, his belly swaying as he approached the crib tucked away in the corner of the room. Inside, his 9-month-old son, Joe, was cooing, his little arms flailing as he squirmed in delight. The sight made Jack smile despite the fatigue on his face. These moments gave him the strength to stand up every morning.

“Hey there, little champ,” Jack called softly. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead. The crib’s side felt high, but he steadied himself against the edge and leaned down, carefully placing one hand beneath Joe’s chubby bottom while the other supported his back. “Okay, here we go,” he said, and as he lifted his son, he felt the weight of both the baby in his arms and the octuplets still jostling around inside him. “Whoa, you’re heavier than I remember!” he joked, his voice strained as he adjusted his hold, grunting slightly from the effort.

Joe giggled, blissfully unaware of the challenge his father faced. With a few more groans and a careful shuffle, Jack finally managed to raise the little boy to his chest. The moment was tender as he felt Joe’s small, soft body nestled against him. “Good morning, buddy!” Jack said, bouncing him gently in his arms. Each sway sent a ripple through his belly, the moves reminding him of the numerous babies within him. His tits bounced with the motions, making Jack softly chuckle.

As he held Joe, Jack kissed his forehead, feeling the tiny wisps of hair tickle his lips. “You know, I can’t wait to have your brothers in my arms,” he said, evidently excited but scared deep down. “We’re going to have so much fun together, aren’t we? You’re going to be a fantastic older brother.” Joe cooed back, seemingly in agreement, and Jack chuckled, momentarily forgetting his exhaustion.

With his son securely in his arms, Jack waddled toward the next room to check on his 4-year-old son, Liam. Each step was a careful movement, with one hand braced on the small of his back and the other cradling Joe. The heaviness of his pregnant belly made his movements clumsy; he felt every sway and shift, the babies inside him kicking and squirming as though they sensed their father’s struggle. “Alright, little man, let’s go see if Liam’s awake,” he puffed, slightly panting as he walked to the next room.

As Jack entered the room, he spotted Liam sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes in the morning light. “Daddy!” Liam said with delight, jumping out of bed and rushing toward his father.

Jack’s heart melted at the sight of his little boy. Liam reached his arms out for a hug, and his body collided with Jack’s belly, making him wrap his arms around the round mass with such love that it made Jack chuckle. Liam was the most excited about the coming babies and was never shy to express it.

“Whoa there, buddy! Easy now!” Jack laughed, the impact sending ripples through his belly as the babies responded with little kicks of their own. The babies always got active when Liam was touching Jack’s belly. “Good morning, Liam! Did you sleep well?”

“Uh-huh!” Liam replied, looking up at his father with wide, curious eyes. “Daddy, are the babies coming today? Are they moving a lot?”

Jack smiled warmly, brushing a hand through Liam’s hair. “They’re doing great! They’re all just wriggling around in there. I’m feeling them kick like little ninjas!” He exaggerated the movements of his belly, causing Liam to giggle. “But no, not today. We still have a little bit to wait. I think you’ll have to wait for about a month.”

Liam frowned, tired of the long wait. “Okay. Daddy, can I feel them?”

“Of course!” Jack replied, gently taking Liam’s hand and guiding it to his belly. The little boy’s eyes widened as he felt a particularly strong kick. “See? They’re saying hello!” Jack said, laughter spilling from him as he bounced Joe lightly in his arms, who giggled in response.

“Can I help you today, Daddy?” Liam asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet, his enthusiasm contagious.

Jack nodded and smiled. “Absolutely! We have a big day ahead of us. Breakfast first, then we can do some chores and maybe even play a little later,” he said, carefully taking Liam’s hand as they made their way to the kitchen. With every step, Jack felt the weight of his belly pulling him forward, and the babies inside were still active, causing him to gasp and pause now and then to catch his breath.

Waddling was a challenge, each step requiring concentration and effort. Jack panted slightly, the pressure building in his lower back as he moved through the house. “Alright, little guy, just a bit more,” he said, pretending to be talking to Liam but secretly assuring himself that he was close to reaching the kitchen. “We’re almost there.” He could feel the muscles in his legs protesting with each step, but the thought of breakfast kept him motivated.

Finally, they reached the kitchen, and Jack’s breath escaped him in a rush as he carefully maneuvered to set Joe in a bassinet close to the table. The little one let out a small whimper, but Jack quickly shushed him, smoothing his hand over his head. “Just a second, buddy,” he promised.

Then, Jack turned to help Liam onto a chair at the table, a task that proved more difficult than he anticipated. Leaning forward was a test of balance; he felt his belly bump against the table’s edge as he lifted Liam. “Just a little more…” he grunted, and with one final push, Liam plopped down into the chair, giggling with delight.

“Can I help cook?” Liam asked eagerly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jack smiled. “You sure can! Just be careful around the hot stuff, okay?” He chuckled, knowing Liam was as eager as he was, and began rummaging through the cabinets and fridge to gather ingredients.

As he moved around the kitchen, he had to be cautious, careful not to bump his belly against the counter or the oven. Every slight twist or turn sent waves of discomfort through him, and the strain on his back intensified. He felt breathless, the heat rising to his cheeks as he fought against the fatigue gnawing at him. “Okay, let’s see… eggs, pancakes, maybe some toast?” he muttered to himself, glancing at Liam, who was watching.

“Can I help crack the eggs?” Liam said excitedly.

“Sure! But remember to be careful,” Jack instructed, handing Liam a bowl while he carefully cracked the eggs himself. It was a messy endeavor, and the combination of being heavily pregnant and trying to cook was a challenge that had him panting and gasping for breath. But he knew his son was hungry, and his overly packed body required nutrients to keep growing his eight unborn babies.

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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.