Heavy Load - Part 3

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Gerald fucked Zeke long and hard for a second time. The couch groaned under the intense movement, and Zeke couldn’t help but moan. Gerald loved the sensation of Zeke’s plump ass around his cock and the sight of the hairy man moaning in need beneath him, so the boss’ thick cock couldn’t go soft even after shooting a second massive cum-load. Unable to control his arousal, Gerald quickly started round three.

By the time Gerald filled Zeke with a third thick cum load, Zeke was so high on pleasure that he could only long for more despite how full he felt. Zeke caressed his belly, his hands gently moving over his taut, hairy belly while groaning in discomfort. Gerald smiled, and after what felt like hours, he pulled his cock out of Zeke’s hole, leaving the hairy man squirming in need.

“Ugh, I’m so full,” Zeke groaned, feeling ready to burst with all the food he ate and the cum Gerald pumped into him. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” He playfully asks.

“Because you willingly come here for me to fuck you,” Gerald said, sitting on the couch and helping Zeke sit up. “And you can’t resist having more food, piggy,” he added, patting Zeke’s belly before bringing up another box with more desserts.

Zeke was breathing heavily after the intense fuck, and his mind shouted at him to stop eating, but his stomach growled, and he couldn’t help but grab the box and start eating. “You’ll make me burst one of these days, boss,” he said between bites, and Gerald only laughed, reaching for Zeke’s belly to rub it.

Zeke let out a low groan a while later, leaning heavily against the back of the couch as he swallowed the last bite of a pastry from the now-empty box. His belly, tight and impossibly round, pushed out prominently in front of him, glistening faintly in the soft office lighting. Gerald’s warm hand traced lazy circles over the hairy expanse, his touch soothing but not enough to completely alleviate the sheer fullness Zeke felt.

“Boss,” Zeke muttered, his voice thick and drowsy from the hours of indulgence and fucking. “I... I have to get back to work. The guys are probably wondering where I am.” He shifted uncomfortably, grunting as his swollen belly protested the movement. “They’ll get suspicious.”

Gerald chuckled, leaning closer to kiss Zeke’s shoulder. “Let them wonder,” he whispered. “You’re in a meeting with the boss, remember? That’s all they need to know.”

Zeke shook his head, a faint grin tugging at his lips despite the discomfort radiating from his midsection. “You know I can’t get away with that,” he groaned, resting a hand on the upper curve of his belly. “Besides, if I don’t get moving soon, I might not be able to move at all.”

With great reluctance, Gerald leaned back, his hand reluctantly leaving Zeke’s belly. “Alright, but don’t blame me for getting tired out there. I’m offering you the chance to stay here with me and eat some more, maybe have a couple more rounds of sex, but it’s okay,” he teased. “Let’s get you dressed.”

Zeke sighed heavily, bracing himself and planting both hands on the couch cushions as he prepared to stand. The effort was monumental; his overstuffed belly weighed him down like an anchor. He grunted loudly, his face contorted with strain as he rocked forward, trying to gain enough momentum to lift himself. “Ugh, come on,” he muttered under his breath, his belly quivering slightly with the effort.

Gerald smirked and stood, extending a hand to help. With his support, Zeke managed to heave himself upright, groaning loudly as his knees protested the added strain. Once on his feet, he stood still for a moment, heavily panting as he rubbed his belly.

“If I keep coming here every day, soon I won’t be able to leave this couch,” Zeke weakly joked, trying to find the fun among his exhaustion and discomfort.

“Why would you leave? I told you, you can stay here on the couch. You’re with the boss; nobody will mind,” Gerald said, moving his hands to caress Zeke’s belly and round butt.

“I’ll mind. I can’t keep getting fatter,” Zeke responded, though he sounded unconvinced of his own words. “And my family will mind; they’ve noticed how thick I’m getting. The guys out there will mind because they keep making jokes. After all, I can barely climb up to the grader’s cabin.”

“Maybe it’s time to give you a better job where you won’t mind getting rounder for me,” Gerald said, chuckling and slowly gathering Zeke’s clothes. He handed Zeke his underwear and jeans first, but Zeke groaned again, eyeing the pants with visible apprehension.

“These are going to be a fight,” he muttered, taking the underwear and carefully pulling them on. It wasn’t as challenging due to their stretchy material, but Zeke barely had the strength to do so. Then, he grabbed the jeans and attempted to step into them. Bending down even slightly was impossible; his belly pressed firmly against his thighs, and he stumbled as Gerald steadied him.

“Let me,” Gerald said with a grin, kneeling to guide the jeans up Zeke’s thick legs. Even with Gerald’s help, the process was a struggle. The denim clung to Zeke’s expanded thighs and hips, and by the time they managed to get the fabric over the curve of his ass, Zeke was red-faced and sweating. “They’re not gonna button,” Gerald added with a playful chuckle.

“No kidding,” Zeke groaned, letting Gerald fold the waistband under his belly. “You’ll make me walk out of here naked one of these days, boss.”

Gerald managed to hold the jeans in place with a belt, which was barely long enough to close around Zeke’s waist. Next came the shirt, a stretchy material that had already been struggling to contain Zeke’s girth. Gerald carefully helped him pull it over his head, the fabric catching awkwardly around his chest and shoulders before stretching taut over part of Zeke’s belly. The bottom hem couldn’t cover the entire dome, exposing part of the hairy abdomen. Zeke knew it would draw attention, but there was nothing else he could do.

Gerald stepped back to admire his handiwork, his grin widening as he observed Zeke’s swollen form. “Perfect,” he said, approaching again to kiss Zeke’s lips. “You look like someone spoiled you nicely.”

Zeke laughed, though it came out breathy and strained. “Yeah, well, I feel like someone overstuffed me like a turkey,” he muttered, rubbing the exposed curve of his belly as he waddled toward the door. “Thanks for everything, boss,” he added, smiling at Gerald. Zeke’s movements were slow, with one hand braced against the small of his back as the other continued to soothe his taut skin.

The walk back to the motor grader felt like a marathon. Each step was an effort, his overburdened frame swaying heavily with the motion. His boots crunched against the gravel, and he muttered under his breath about how full he felt, his free hand never straying far from his partially exposed belly. Sweat beaded on his brow by the time he reached the grader, and he paused to catch his breath, leaning slightly against the machine for support.

Several coworkers nearby turned to look at him, their eyes widening in playful shock. Zeke caught snippets of murmured jokes and saw a few coworkers mimicking exaggerated belly pats and cradling motions. He smirked faintly but said nothing, too focused on the challenge of climbing into the grader’s cabin.

The first step onto the machine was a struggle. Zeke’s belly pressed heavily against the ladder rungs, forcing him to angle his body awkwardly to make any progress. By the time he hauled himself into the seat, he was panting heavily, his shirt riding up even further to expose more of his rounded, hairy abdomen. He sank into the chair with a groan, uncomfortably shifting as he tried to find a position that accommodated his girth.

It was then that he noticed a small box on the dashboard. Frowning, Zeke leaned forward, wincing as his belly pressed against his thighs. He grabbed the box and turned it over, his brow furrowing as he read the label. “A pregnancy test?” he whispered, evidently confused.

Glancing out the window, he saw a group of coworkers laughing and gesturing toward him, mimicking cradling motions and exaggerated belly rubs. Zeke chuckled despite himself, shaking his head as he set the test aside. “Very funny,” he said, rubbing his belly. “I’ll admit, I do look big, but it’s just all this food,” he said, but a sudden shift inside his belly made him pause, his hand moving to the exposed skin. The movement was strong, making him take deep breaths to handle the sensation. “Gas… just gas,” he said, rubbing the spot.

With a sigh, Zeke turned his attention back to the controls. The rest of the afternoon, he focused on maneuvering the grader, though each movement felt like a monumental task. His belly pressed against the steering wheel whenever he leaned forward, and every bump in the terrain made him groan softly. By the time he finished, his body ached, and his belly felt heavier than ever, the strange movements becoming more frequent, making Zeke wince constantly.

Though Zeke remained oblivious to the actual cause of his condition, the growing signs were impossible to ignore. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, he leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on his belly as he silently wondered how much bigger he could get. He sighed as the rumble of the motor grader’s engine quieted. His body was utterly exhausted from the day’s labor. His belly rested heavily against the steering wheel, and even breathing felt like an effort. The fabric of his stretched shirt cut into his sides with every inhale. He absently ran a hand over the taut, hairy skin peeking out beneath the shirt’s hem, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles on it.

As he gathered his strength to climb down, his eyes fell on the pregnancy test on the dashboard. A chuckle escaped him while he observed the box, its bold lettering announcing its purpose with no subtlety. “What a joke,” he said, shaking his head. But even as he dismissed the idea, his hand lingered on his belly, his fingers brushing over the occasional flutter beneath his skin.

With a groan, Zeke leaned forward, reaching for the test. The motion compressed his belly against his thighs, forcing a sharp grunt from his lips. He picked up the box and examined it closely, his eyes narrowing as a stray thought crept into his mind. It was ridiculous, impossible, but he couldn’t entirely push it away. Sliding the box into his pocket, he let out a heavy sigh and began the arduous task of getting down from the grader.

Zeke shifted forward in the seat, groaning softly as his belly pressed harder against his legs. He braced one hand on the cabin door and the other on the armrest, using every ounce of strength to lift himself from the seat. “Alright… let’s do this,” he whispered, encouraging himself to face the challenge. Slowly, he pushed to his feet, his knees creaking under the strain. His belly jutted out prominently, forcing him to sway as he adjusted his balance.

Grabbing hold of the ladder, Zeke hesitated. The descent seemed impossibly long, and the thought of maneuvering his bulk down the narrow steps made him grimace. Carefully, he swung one leg out, groaning as the motion twisted his back and pulled at his aching belly. He took it one step at a time, each movement accompanied by a grunt or sharp intake of breath. Sweat trickled down his head, dampening his dark hair, and by the time his boots hit the ground, he was panting heavily.

“I need to start a diet. Immediately,” Zeke said, leaning against the grader for support.

Once he caught his breath, Zeke joined the small crowd of workers heading toward their cars. However, he needed to make an emergency stop before leaving. His pace was slow, his steps careful as he made his way to the portable bathrooms. His hand instinctively moved to the small of his back, providing some relief to his aching spine. His other hand rested on his belly, absently rubbing the stretched skin as he waddled.

He felt the weight of his belly pulling him forward, and his gait naturally adjusted. His shoulders leaned back slightly, his hips swayed with each step, and his legs spread wider to accommodate his growing middle. It was a posture unmistakably similar to someone heavily pregnant. But Zeke was oblivious to this, only thinking of how much his back hurt.

The bathroom was thankfully available, and Zeke groaned as he maneuvered his bulk inside. The walls felt too close, his belly brushing against the door as he turned to lock it. He fumbled with his belt, his fingers struggling to reach beneath his belly.

“Come on, just untie already,” he grumbled, his frustration mounting as his belly shifted uncomfortably with each attempt.

Finally, the belt gave way, and Zeke sighed in relief. As he prepared to pee, his fingers brushed against the pregnancy test in his pocket. He paused, pulling it out and staring at it for a long moment. His hand moved to his belly, rubbing the tight curve as his mind ran miles a second, feeling the movement within getting more intense.

“What if?” Zeke said, observing the pregnancy test despite the absurdity of the idea. “No harm in proving the guys wrong, right?” He said, shaking his head and chuckling.

With some difficulty, Zeke followed the instructions. He read the box carefully, whispering the steps as he worked. “This is ridiculous,” he said, though a small part of him was curious. He pulled his cock out and blindly aimed the pee stream at the test in his hand. His own belly didn’t let him see what he was doing, but he managed to pee on the test. After finishing the procedure, he set the test on the narrow shelf and groaned as he leaned back, his hand rubbing his belly in slow circles.

He spent the next few minutes struggling to retie his belt, the effort leaving him breathless and sweaty. “Why is everything so damn hard these days?” he muttered, finally managing to secure it. He leaned against the wall, panting softly, his belly heaving with every breath. “Ugh, I need bigger clothes. No, no. I need a diet!” He said, laughing, well aware that it was a lot easier to get new clothes than stop his overeating.

When he felt ready to leave, his eyes fell on the test. The small screen displayed a bold plus sign. Zeke froze, one hand reaching for the box while the other hovered over his belly. He read the instructions again and realized the plus meant the test was positive.

“No way,” he whispered, his voice shaking as he observed the plus sign. “That’s… impossible.” He stared at the test, his thoughts racing. Suddenly, a strong movement rippled through his belly, and he instinctively pressed his hand to the spot. “It’s just gas,” he said firmly, though doubt flickered in his eyes. He considered his symptoms and how big he had gotten, but he knew a man couldn’t get pregnant. So, he slipped the test back into his pocket, his mind spinning as he exited the bathroom and waddled toward his car.

Then, as Zeke approached his car, he noticed Gerald standing nearby, looking every bit the professional boss. The man’s expression was neutral due to the people still on site, though there was a familiar spark in his eyes. “Zeke,” Gerald greeted, his tone formal but warm. “I’ve been thinking. You’re one of our best employees. So, starting tomorrow, I’m transferring you to a less physically demanding position. You’ll be in an office near my office. And you get higher pay, too. We’ll be working closely to keep this place running.”

Zeke raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Oh, thanks, boss. It sounds great,” he said, shaking Gerald’s hand before carefully slipping the pregnancy test into Gerald’s jacket pocket with a grin. “I appreciate what you’re doing for me.”

Gerald’s lips twitched in amusement, but he said nothing, simply giving Zeke a small wink before stepping back. Zeke chuckled as he opened his car door, groaning as he maneuvered his bulk into the seat. The process was slow, his belly brushing against the steering wheel before he managed to adjust.

As he drove home, Zeke’s stomach growled loudly, making him sigh. “Not again. I’ve eaten enough to feed a whole town today,” he said, his hand instinctively moving to his belly as he pulled into the nearest fast-food drive-thru. Zeke knew he needed to stop overeating, but he was too hungry to deny his body some food. He ordered enough food to feed a small army, his belly rumbling in approval as he waited.

While parked, his phone buzzed with a message. It was from Gerald, with a photo of the positive pregnancy test attached. “Considering this test, I guess I should give you child support for food. I’ll make sure you’re covered. I want that baby or babies to be big and healthy.”

Zeke laughed, rubbing his belly. “Yeah. You better take care of your handiwork, boss. I won’t say no to extra snacks,” Zeke replied, adding some laughing emojis, playing along with his boss. He stared at the photo for a bit longer, slightly confused at why it was positive. But as his belly growled again in hunger, he put those thoughts aside to focus on satisfying his stomach.

Though he told himself it was all a joke, a small part of him couldn’t shake the image of that plus sign. “I’m not pregnant,” he said firmly, like trying to convince himself, though his hand lingered on his belly as he grabbed his order and pulled back onto the road. “But maybe a little extra weight wouldn’t hurt… for the boss’ sake.” With that, he headed home, forgetting about his diet and willing to keep secretly meeting with Gerald to get the round belly even bigger and heavier.

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PN: Hey everyone, this is part of a special series of random scenarios I know you'll like. Most of these posts will revolve around older guys (35 to 45) struggling with their (secret) pregnancies. ENJOY!