Heavy Work - Part 2

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Cliff took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his body press down on him as he sat on the bench. He absentmindedly rubbed his abdomen, trying to catch his breath, which came in shallow gasps. The physical exertion of the morning had left him exhausted, but he knew there was still much more work to do. Cliff looked down at his round abdomen, feeling its tautness and wondering how he would handle the farm if it got even bigger.

“Time to cut on the midnight snacks, I guess,” he said, chuckling at the empty promise he’d made many times during the last few months. “Anyway, time to continue.”

Slowly, he began to stand up, placing his hands on his knees to support himself. His belly jutted out in front of him, making the simple act of standing a challenge. Cliff managed to rise to his feet with a grunt. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back, his shirt clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He carefully steadied himself, his breath still coming in short bursts, before calling out to his sons.

“Alright, boys, let’s go milk the cows,” he said, trying to inject some enthusiasm into his voice despite his weariness.

Caden and Carson nodded, and they made their way to the barn. Cliff’s pace was slow, his gait a pronounced waddle as he struggled with the weight of his belly. He felt the familiar discomfort in his lower back and legs, but he pushed through, determined to finish his job.

Inside the barn, they led the cows to the milking parlors. Cliff took a moment to catch his breath, his hands resting on his hips. He positioned himself beside one of the cows, ready to clean its udders before attaching the milking machine. He was still somewhat breathless, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath, and every step seemed to make his belly sway more prominently.

The boys knew the routine well, but Cliff always insisted on handling the attachment of the milking machines himself to avoid any accidents. Cliff bent down, but his belly pressed against his thighs, making it impossible to reach the udders. He tried leaning to the side, but his chest got in the way, his recently rounded pecs adding to the challenge. He grunted in discomfort, trying to maneuver around his own body, but the size of his belly was too much to ignore.

“Dad, we can do it,” Caden offered, stepping forward.

Cliff shook his head, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “No, it’s too risky. I don’t want you getting kicked. I got it.”

Cliff continued to struggle; each attempt ended with a groan of frustration. His sons watched with concern as he groaned, his face contorting in pain. He could feel the strain in his back and the tightness in his belly, but he kept trying, unwilling to admit defeat. His knees were shaky, and his hips hurt, but he needed to do this. He didn’t want his sons to see him like this, too fat to complete a simple task.

Then, Cliff heard footsteps approaching, and his heart skipped a beat. Turning his head, he saw Jace walking towards them, a broad smile adorning his handsome face. Cliff’s young trainee looked stunning this morning. 25-year-old Jace was 6’2” with a thick and strong body that filled out his clothes in the right places. He wore a tight white T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest, broad shoulders, and thick arms. And a pair of worn jeans that highlighted his powerful legs. His blonde hair was short, giving him a clean, sharp look, and his green eyes lit up as soon as he saw Cliff’s struggle.

“Hey there, boys,” Jace greeted, playfully ruffling Carson’s hair and giving Caden a light pat on the back before standing by Cliff’s side. He looked at Cliff’s struggling form and smirked, reaching out to rub Cliff’s belly in a playful gesture. “Looks like you could use a hand, boss.”

Cliff couldn’t help but blush and smile despite his discomfort. “Yeah, these cows are being a bit stubborn today. Thanks, Jace.”

Jace winked at Cliff, giving his belly a gentle pat. “Yeah, bad cows. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, boss. You sit down and catch your breath. Let me handle this.”

Within a minute, Jace cleaned the udders and attached the milking machines with quick and efficient movements. Jace’s muscles looked fantastic as he repeated the procedure with the rest of the cows. Cliff watched, rubbing his belly, slightly frustrated due to his body’s limitations. He sighed, slowly lowering himself onto a nearby stool, feeling the strain in his back and the persistent pressure in his belly, which seemed to shift slightly under his touch.

“You can take a break, boss,” Jace said over his shoulder with a playful grin. “Grab a midmorning snack while the milking machines do their work. I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

Cliff’s eyes lit up at the prospect of a break and a snack. “That sounds great, but... I don’t think eating is a good idea right now. I’m getting too fat to do my job,” he admitted, rubbing his belly.

Jace turned to him, slowly approaching until he was only inches from Cliff’s body. “Nonsense. You look great, boss. You’re doing just fine. And hey, I brought an extra large breakfast from your favorite place. It’s on the dining table waiting for you. The boys and I will keep everything going out here.”

“Yes, Dad. Jace can do it all, and we’ll help,” Carson said, and his brother nodded.

The mention of food immediately lifted Cliff’s spirits, so he didn’t hesitate to nod in response. He managed to his feet, feeling the strain in his back and the pressure in his abdomen as he waddled back to the house. His belly swayed with each step, the weight pulling at his back.

As he entered the house, his eyes widened when he saw several large bags of food on the dining table. Jace knew him well enough to know what type of food he craved these days, everything in the largest portions.

The breakfast was a feast: stacks of pancakes dripping with syrup and butter, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, sausages, buttery biscuits, hash browns, and a large jug of fresh orange juice. His stomach growled loudly, and he felt the familiar fluttering within, which he still attributed to indigestion. He wasted no time to dig in, the delicious aroma making his mouth water.

He sat down heavily, the chair creaking under his weight. As he began to eat, he felt the movements in his belly intensify. He focused on the food, savoring each bite, which seemed to fuel his appetite even more. He rubbed his abdomen, trying to ease the discomfort while devouring the delicious breakfast. The eating passed in a haze, and before he knew it, the bags of food were empty, and his belly was painfully full. He groaned in discomfort, loosening his clothes to give his swollen abdomen some relief, exposing the taut orb in full glory.

He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting atop his hairy belly, as his sons and Jace entered the house looking for some water, their faces flushed from their work with the cows.

“How was the snack, Dad?” Caden asked, a playful grin on his face as he patted Cliff’s distended belly on his way to get glasses.

Cliff groaned, his skin sensitive due to how stretched it was. “Delicious, but I think I overdid it,” Cliff replied, wincing slightly.

Carson joined in, his eyes wide at the sight. “Yeah, looks like you’re going to burst!”

Jace approached with a soft smile on his face. He gently rubbed Cliff’s hairy belly, making him gasp at the soothing touch. “I’m glad you enjoyed the food, boss. Now, take it easy. You’ve earned a break. We can handle things from here.”

Cliff nodded, feeling both grateful and frustrated. He couldn’t believe how much his body had changed and how Jace seemed to appreciate this. So much appreciation that he brought him enough food to feed a whole army. Cliff observed his belly, and a part of him couldn’t help but long for it to get even bigger if that meant Jace would keep giving so much attention. The young man’s presence reminded him he wasn’t alone even when his sons weren’t there.

While the boys and Jace drank some water, Cliff observed Jace’s body in detail, remembering how it looked fully naked. Cliff knew it wasn’t appropriate, but he remembered how Jace had kissed him a few months ago when they were alone in the barn. Cliff remembered the heat between their bodies and how Jace’s gentle touch had made him gasp. Everything had happened so quickly and intensely that Cliff couldn’t remember how they had undressed. He remembered how he had marveled at Jace’s massive cock and how it felt deep inside his hole. Jace had been his first man, but Cliff doubted anyone could come any close to how good Jace had fucked him. And after that first time, these secret encounters had repeated every other week until the boys arrived because Cliff didn’t want them to find out that the young trainee was fucking their dad.

Jace and the boys headed back outside once refreshed, leaving Cliff to relax. He watched them go, his eyes lingering on Jace’s broad back and strong arms. Cliff struggled to his feet, the weight of his full belly making the slightest move difficult. He slowly made his way to the porch, his belly still exposed as he groaned in discomfort.

Jace turned back to him, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Why don’t you sit on the porch and relax for a bit? We’ll go clean some crops.”

Cliff nodded, easing himself into a chair on the porch. He leaned back, one hand resting on his belly. Cliff smiled, rubbing his taut abdomen as he watched Jace and his sons walk to the field. As he sat there, rubbing his round midsection and observing the activity in the field, he couldn’t help but smile. The farm was in good hands, and for now, he could enjoy a moment of peace, only disturbed by the constant fluttering movements in his belly.

Caden, Carson, and Jace checked the nearby crop rows, bending down to inspect leaves and stems for any sign of pests or disease. Cliff couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them working together. Jace led them with a gentle hand, pointing out the areas to inspect while his sons eagerly followed his guidance. The three looked comfortable together, like they had always been a team, and Cliff loved to see his boys getting along so well with Jace.

Jace had always had a natural charm with the boys, and now Cliff could hear their laughter drifting over as they teased one another. Caden tried to mimic Jace’s farmer’s drawl while Carson leaned in to make some quip about Jace’s “big farmer muscles.” It was evident they admired Jace and expressed it in their playful comments. Cliff couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous, but deep down, he knew that even in his rounded, fatter shape, he was his sons’ hero.

As Cliff observed, his hands instinctively found their way to his belly, which felt tight and full after his recent snack. He rubbed gentle circles over the swell, hoping to ease the ache in his stomach, which had been bothering him more as of late. Suddenly, he felt a hard movement beneath his hand—a firm, unmistakable pressure pushing outward from within, making him gasp and catch his breath. He’d felt little flutters here and there over the last few months, which he had chalked up to indigestion, but this was different. It was powerful, almost like a punch or kick from the inside, leaving him breathless.

He let out a slow sigh as the flutters intensified, shifting and rolling under his hand. His chest felt different—a pressure, a plump fullness that made his pecs feel heavier than usual, his t-shirt growing snug across his chest. Unable to ignore the sensation, he lifted his shirt slightly, peeking down at his plump, hairy pecs. His nipples had grown larger and thicker, and he brushed his fingers over them, a light gasp escaping him as a shivering feeling shot through him. The sensation was so intense he had to close his eyes for a second, absorbing the odd pleasure of it.

Before he could linger in his thoughts, a burst of laughter snapped him out of his trance and drew his attention back to the field. He looked up just in time to see Caden and Carson turning their hoses toward Jace, spraying him down with water as he laughed and tried to dodge the streams. Jace let out a surprised shout, laughing as he tried to dodge the sprays. The boys soaked him from head to toe, his t-shirt and jeans clinging to his muscled frame. Cliff couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched Jace playfully chase after the boys, grabbing them one by one in mock revenge to pull them close and give them soaking-wet bear hugs.

“Now you’re gonna get it!” Jace laughed, wrapping his arms around Caden before pulling Carson into the same hug and getting a laugh out of him as all three ended thoroughly soaked.

Cliff shook his head, his belly trembling with silent laughter. They looked like a family. Like they’d been doing this forever. The thought made him deeply sigh as he remembered how he used to do this when his boys were younger. As the boys and Jace continued to laugh and splash each other, Cliff adjusted in his chair, trying to ease some of the weight off his back. The simple act of shifting was challenging these days, as his belly rested heavily on his lap, pulling him forward. He rubbed his swollen abdomen absently, feeling that same fluttering sensation again, only now it was joined by a dull ache in his back.

He chuckled again, watching his boys pull weeds between the rows, carefully removing them to ensure they wouldn’t choke the crops. It reminded him of how he used to work beside them in the field before his recent weight gain had made it harder to keep up.

Just then, Cliff noticed Jace approaching him, completely soaked from head to toe. His wet T-shirt clung to his torso, outlining every curve of his sculpted physique, the fabric translucent against his skin. Cliff’s cheeks grew warm as he scanned Jace’s broad shoulders, defined chest, and the powerful lines of his arms. Cliff’s eyes widened a little as Jace walked closer, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered by how striking he looked. He felt admiration—and something else—at the young man’s approach.

“Sorry about the boys, Jace,” Cliff said, feeling a bit sheepish as Jace ran a hand through his dripping blonde hair. “They didn’t have to go getting you all wet like that.”

Jace smiled and chuckled. “Are you kidding? I love spending time with them—they’re great kids, boss.”

“It’s good seeing you all get along so well,” Cliff responded, carefully caressing his bare belly. I’ve got some dry clothes you could borrow,” he offered. “Might be a bit big on you in some areas, though... Most of mine aren’t exactly fitting me these days, but in a very different way,” he added with a self-conscious chuckle.

Jace grinned, shrugging. “That’s alright. I’ll make it work.”

Standing before Cliff, Jace pulled off his soaked shirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled torso. The sight took Cliff’s breath away for a moment, and he tried not to stare too openly as he admired the defined lines of Jace’s chest and abs. His cheeks slightly warmed at the unexpected closeness.

As Cliff sat, speechless, Jace’s eyes fell on Cliff’s exposed belly and chest, his gaze softening. “You know, boss,” he murmured, “you look good. Really good with this rounder shape,” he playfully said, making Cliff’s heart skip a beat.

Quickly, Jace glanced over his shoulder to ensure Caden and Carson were still distracted with the crops. Satisfied, he leaned down, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss to Cliff’s round belly. Cliff’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath catching as Jace then leaned in to kiss each of his sensitive nipples, sending another shiver down his spine. The contact was brief but enough to make Cliff blush furiously.

Jace straightened with a grin, his green eyes twinkling. “I mean it, boss,” he said warmly. “You’re looking so good these days.”

“Th-Thanks, Jace,” Cliff responded with a shaky voice, feeling the fluttering in his belly intensify again.

They only stared at each other for about a minute, a shared passion passing between them as Cliff felt Jace’s words settle over him. Jace looked down at Cliff’s belly, noticing the movement, but before he could say anything, Caden and Carson came running over, announcing that they’d finished weeding the crops. Cliff and Jace quickly straightened up, hiding the intense moment between them.

“Thanks, boys!” Jace said, glancing at Cliff with a playful wink, visible only to him, before turning his attention to the boys. “Y’all did great out there. There’s just one more thing—the main barn needs some work. I need to replace some wood on one of the walls.”

“We’ll help!” Caden and Carson chorused, eager to jump in.

Jace shook his head, ruffling their hair affectionately. “You two have done enough for today. Why don’t you go inside, grab a shower, and relax a bit?” He said as Caden and Carson looked at each other, clearly disappointed but respectful of the decision.

Cliff, catching Jace’s intent, nodded in agreement. “Listen to him, boys. You’ve been a big help. Go on inside and take it easy for a while.”

With a reluctant nod, the boys agreed, heading into the house while Jace and Cliff watched them go. “They’re really great kids, boss,” Jace remarked softly. “You’ve done a good job with them.”

Cliff’s chest swelled with pride. “They’re good boys,” he replied. “Thanks for looking out for them, too.”

As the boys disappeared inside, Jace turned to Cliff, his expression softening. “Now, let’s get you up, big boss. The barn awaits for us.”

Jace carefully helped Cliff to his feet with gentle hands, one arm slipping around his waist for support as the other rested warmly on Cliff’s belly. Together, they made their way toward the barn, Jace’s hand lingering protectively over Cliff’s abdomen as they walked.

When they reached the barn, Jace closed the door behind them, turning to face Cliff with a tender smile. Cliff let out a soft sigh as Jace leaned in, brushing his lips softly over Cliff’s, his hand trailing down to rub his belly tenderly. Cliff melted into the kiss, feeling the tension in his body dissolve under Jace’s touch.

Without a word, Jace helped Cliff lift his shirt the rest of the way off, letting it fall to the ground. Cliff felt Jace’s fingers tracing gentle circles over his round abdomen, and the comfort and care in Jace’s touch made him sigh in contentment. Jace unbuckled his pants and quickly removed them, revealing his magnificent lower body. Then he quickly removed his underwear, and Cliff could only gasp at the sight of Jace’s huge cock, which reached a foot-long when hard.

“It’s been a while since the last time we had some privacy,” Jace said, leaning in again to kiss Cliff’s lips. “I can’t resist it anymore, boss. You, out there, looking all big and round. I could barely focus on the crops.”

Cliff smiled, moving his hands from his round abdomen to Jace’s broad pecs. “We don’t have much time. I have to go inside to cook lunch for the boys and... for you,” Cliff said, carefully reaching beneath his belly to unbutton his pants and let them fall to the ground.

“No problem, boss. A quickie is good enough. For now,” Jace said, kneeling and helping Cliff remove his underwear.

They kissed, passionately making out as they moved near a pile of hay bales on a corner. Then, Cliff turned around and slowly leaned forward over the bales, spreading his legs and giving Jace a full view of his ample ass. This position wasn’t the most comfortable, but he couldn’t resist the urge to feel Jace’s cock buried deep inside him.

Jace didn’t hesitate and approached Cliff from behind, carefully lining his cock with the needy hole. Twenty-eight weeks had passed since the first time they had done this. Cliff’s body had changed, and he couldn’t understand why. But as Jace pushed his foot-long cock deep into his hole, immediately pounding hard, Cliff could only smile and moan, willing to get bigger and heavier.

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