Chosen 2024: Part 1

Halloween Special

As October 30th, 2024, dawned, Daniel awoke in his bed, a long and weary groan slipping from his lips. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking to the early morning light that entered through the windows, illuminating his massive, heaving belly. Two years had passed since the day his life had changed forever. Two years. Two years of holding eight babies inside him, his body bearing the weight of a burden he hadn’t chosen but had grown accustomed to. Everything was different now—physically, mentally, and emotionally. But Daniel tried his best to keep going.

His body had transformed beyond anything he could’ve imagined, his belly drawing most of the attention even though his whole body was enormous. The weight was familiar and oppressive, bearing down on him like a mountain as he lay in bed, counting the hours he had left before Halloween. He was hopeful that soon the nightmare would be over, but here he was again, one day away from missing the deadline to pass the curse to someone else.

With a soft grunt, Daniel’s hands moved instinctively to his belly, now so enormous it protruded in front of him like a round, firm monument. His fingers splayed across its surface, tracing the tight stretch of his skin as he felt his babies kick up a storm beneath his palm. They were active, sending sharp nudges and gentle rolls against his hands. He could feel them pushing against one another, limbs squirming and shifting, the intensity of their movement reminding him of how crowded it must be inside his belly by now. 

“Come on, you babies, calm down and be gentle with Daddy,” he murmured softly, caressing the taut expanse of his belly with tender but tired hands. “We only have one more day, and maybe today will be the day I finally get to meet you all,” he added, a shy smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. After two years of pregnancy, he had come to love his babies, and a part of him was eager to pass the course to someone else to give birth and meet the octuplets.

He sighed long and heavy, taking in the sheer enormity of himself. Even after two years of pregnancy, the sight of his own body sometimes caught him by surprise. His belly was enormous, curving and reaching several feet in front of him, bigger than a yoga ball, stretching upward and outward to a scale he once thought impossible. Daniel vividly remembered Rupert and knew the man hadn’t been this big the day they met. Daniel’s belly had even grown about 10 inches in all directions during these two years, and the rest of his body had also been affected beyond the first growth spurt.

His muscles had thickened along with his belly as a side effect of the curse. Daniel’s already imposing frame was now enormous, broader, thicker, and heavier. He estimated he had gained about 170 to 180 pounds of muscle during those two years without considering the additional weight of his belly. His biceps and triceps bulged thickly against his side, each arm packed with more mass than any person Daniel had seen. His shoulders were much broader than before, his massive deltoids making it hard to fit through some spaces. His thighs were thicker than tree trunks, constantly rubbing against each other and looking powerful enough to carry a whole planet, which wasn’t far from reality considering Daniel’s belly size. His claves looked as hard as diamonds, bulging magnificently.

Daniel’s pecs had grown a lot more after the initial transformation, reaching the proportions of a small beach ball with thick and engorged nipples adorning his massive chest. He could feel the gallons of milk sloshing inside each of his pecs, or tits as he had gotten used to call them. He moved one of his hands to massage around his nipples, softly groaning as he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Damn, I’m a freaking dairy cow,” he muttered, his other hand joining the fun as he caressed both his nipples. He suddenly felt a steady stream of milk escaping his nipples, and he couldn’t help but gasp and sigh in relief. “Ugh… so much milk,” he said, reaching for his nightstand to pick up a pair of manual breast pumps that he used to handle his constant leaking. He attached the suction cups to his tits and relaxed as the flow of milk continued coming out, filling a pair of bottles attached to the pumps.

He sighed and caressed his belly, then moved his hands to his bare hips, wider and meatier than anything he had seen. His formerly fit hips had thickened to match the rest of his body and then some. Without considering the enormous size of his belly, Daniel had a very defined hourglass shape due to his massive tits and hips. His ass had grown even bigger, a perfect combination of sheer muscle mass and fat that made it jiggle and bounce hypnotically with each step Daniel took. The curse had turned him into a veritable wall of muscle, fat, and pregnancy. He often referred to himself as a beached, helpless whale.

Once his milk flow was at a more manageable level, Daniel carefully removed the pumps, immediately attempting to roll himself to a sitting position, which was a feat that took all his focus. Daniel planted his hands on either side of him with a deep breath, pushing himself to roll sideways, grunting with the strain of shifting his massive form. Every inch of him felt the exertion as Daniel slowly heaved his belly to the side, his legs straining as he twisted, grunting through each moment until, finally, Daniel was upright, his belly resting heavily between his legs, pressing down into his lap as he caught his breath. His pecs hung thick and swollen, resting heavily on his round abdomen as he leaned forward slightly, feeling every pound of his own body compress under the weight of his pregnancy.

In this position, he could feel the massive cock and balls the curse had granted him. His genitals were one of the few parts of the curse that he had come to enjoy, even though it represented a terrible challenge. His cock was enormous, as thick as a regular guy’s legs, and about two and a half feet when soft, which hardly happened. During the last two years, his enormous cock had gained another foot when hard, reaching a massive 4 feet in length, impossible to hide or even mask. His balls were almost as big as his tits, so finding something big enough to cover his crotch was nearly impossible. Again, Daniel didn’t remember Rupert was so big. But the curse seemed more effective on his body than on the previously chosen guy.

With loud groans and grunts, Daniel struggled to push himself to his feet. As he finally managed to stand, he felt a deep, low pressure in his lower back, the weight bearing down on him as he tried to balance his weight. Even the simplest task required him to brace his legs apart, spreading them wide enough to accommodate his belly as Daniel lifted himself, shifting from side to side until he was balanced. His legs tensed, his butt clenching as they bore the brunt of his weight, and the pregnant guy adjusted his stance, heavily breathing as he prepared to begin his day.

He had moved back with his parents after the initial shock of what had happened. He had never shared how he had gotten cursed because they didn’t need to know that a guy had fucked their son right there in their house. His bedroom had become his refuge over the last two years, allowing him to avoid the stares and questions that came with his condition. His parents had moved a few of his things back into his old bedroom, transforming it into a space that allowed him to rest comfortably between his few outings.

His remote job gave him a reason to stay home as often as possible, away from the public eye—except during October, the one month of the year when he ventured out daily, hoping to find the next chosen man. But fate had left him empty-handed so far, and the weight of his struggle bore down on him as he lumbered toward the bathroom. He had failed to find the next chosen one in October 2022, the year he was cursed. He had no luck in October 2023 after spending the whole month waddling around town to find the chosen guy. His attempts only left him with swollen feet and a sore back after all the physical effort. And the deadline was approaching again: Halloween 2024. He couldn’t stand another year of pregnancy; he couldn’t, but he was running out of time.

Daniel’s belly swung gently in front of him as he carefully stepped toward his bathroom, the motion shifting his weight from side to side as he waddled, his thick thighs brushing against one another. As he reached the bathroom door, he had to turn his body sideways, deeply inhaling as he squeezed his shoulders, chest, ass, and belly through the narrow frame. His swollen form pressed against the wood, and he grunted as he finally slid through, emerging in front of the mirror. He was massive—not only in his belly. He was massive everywhere.

He stood silently for a moment, taking in his reflection, feeling both awe and disbelief as he studied his massive form. His chest was unbelievable, each pec swollen with milk, nipples thick and engorged, evidence of the steady lactation that had become part of his new normal. His belly swelled out before him, the skin stretching tight and taut and veins running like faint rivers along the surface as he caressed it, feeling the babies shift under his touch. His eyes scanned his reflection, catching every curve, every bulge and muscle that layered his body now—a body built to carry this pregnancy, no matter the weight.

With a determined sigh, he firmly rested a hand on his belly. “Today is the day. Today, I’m going to find him.” Almost as if they’d heard him, the babies responded with a fierce volley of kicks, one sharp enough to make him wince. “Okay, okay… I get it. You’re also excited to come out, but calm down,” he murmured, rubbing slow, soothing circles over the taut expanse of his belly, a shy smile appearing on his face.

After a refreshing shower, he felt ready to face the day. Stepping carefully from the bathroom, he returned to his room, the soft drip of water trailing from his hair to his broad, bare shoulders. His body gleamed under the early morning light, every curve and swell of muscle on full display, the size of his belly even more pronounced.

Before dressing, he opened his nightstand drawer, reaching for a small, well-worn piece of paper—Rupert’s note. He had kept it close for these two years, the words etched into his memory a reminder of the struggle and the solution he longed for. As his fingers traced the ink, he absently rubbed his belly, feeling subtle kicks and shifts of his babies.

Daniel set the note down, ready to face another day of searching. He carefully pulled out a pair of underwear with a gigantic custom-made pouch; the fabric strained as he stretched it wide, struggling to ease it over his muscular thighs and round ass, his belly making it even harder to pull the waistband up. Daniel grunted and groaned, fighting to fit his balls and half-hard dick into the pouch, but after two years, he had learned some tricks to do it. With a bit of maneuvering, Daniel managed to work it into place, the waistband snug under his belly.

Then he reached for a pair of massive sweatpants. The material stretched around his lower body, barely containing the swell of his thighs and butt, the seams slightly groaning around his bulge as he struggled to accommodate everything in the right place. The clothes didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it was the best Daniel could do due to his body being so enormously bigger than any other person on the planet.

“Ugh… fuck, even these are getting too tight,” he said, adjusting the sweatpants around his ass because the fabric was barely enough to cover his massive rear. “I need to find the guy. I can’t get any bigger. I just can’t.”

Next, he placed a set of absorbent nipple pads over his chest; his heavy and sensitive pecs produced milk and leaked like rivers, requiring constant attention. He slipped on a massive sports bra, adjusting it carefully around the breadth of his chest, feeling the fabric cup the fullness of his pecs and hold them in place. It was a tight fit, but he needed that to avoid his tits from jostling around as he waddled. Then, with a slight grunt, he pulled on a tank top, the largest size he’d found, though it barely skimmed the underside of his belly, leaving a broad strip of bare skin visible below the hem.

Once dressed, Daniel waddled downstairs, his belly leading the way. In the kitchen, his parents were seated at the table; their morning routine paused as they greeted him warmly.

“Good morning, honey,” his mom said, smiling as she offered him a chair. She had grown used to his condition, though he knew it still took her breath away sometimes. Despite the strangeness of the situation, she’d been his biggest support, always assuring him it would be over soon.

“Thanks, Mom,” he replied, easing himself into the chair, grateful for the relief. The babies moved within him, pressing upward as he sat, and he shifted his weight carefully, one hand resting on his belly as he began to eat.

His mother joined him at the table, her hand moving to caress his belly, her eyes lighting up as she felt the babies’ movements. “I’m excited to meet them,” she said softly. “You’re so close—I can feel it. This pregnancy will be over soon.” She knew Daniel had to find someone to break the curse and give birth, but his parents didn’t know the procedure required to do so.

Daniel gave her a tired but grateful smile, his heart warming at her words. “I’m ready to meet them, too,” he admitted.

His dad looked up, offering a supportive nod. “I have plans for the nursery. It’ll be ready whenever you’re ready to bring them home. I have all the details planned.”

Daniel felt a surge of emotion at their support, nodding as he ate, his thoughts turning to his long search. He was beyond eager and desperate, even to finally bring an end to this pregnancy. With each day that passed, his body grew heavier, the weight more demanding, and the hope of finding relief became his driving force.

Breakfast finished, and he carefully stood up, his mom and dad watching him with pride and love. “Good luck today, son,” his dad said, clapping a supportive hand on his shoulder.

“Go out there and find him,” his mom added, her hand resting on his belly one last time.

With a deep breath, Daniel nodded, giving them both a grateful smile. “Thank you,” he murmured, his resolve hardening. Daniel was determined to find the next chosen one, end the curse, and finally bring these children into the world. His belly swayed heavily in front of him as he waddled toward the door, ready to do whatever it took to make this the last October he would spend pregnant.

Daniel waddled to the park a few streets away from his house. Even though his muscles were enormous, he couldn’t walk long distances without getting tired. The park was always a perfect place to find people and enjoy peaceful moments. It was quieter here, away from the usual hustle and bustle. His belly stretched out far in front of him, the weight pressing down with each step. He took frequent pauses, one hand rubbing across the firm, expansive surface, the other pressed into the small of his back for support.

He grunted softly, feeling the babies shift, pressing heavily within him and making him sigh. His gaze drifted to a nearby bench he favored, and he carefully lowered himself onto it, grateful for the momentary relief. He leaned back, his hand resting on his belly, feeling the kicks that barely let up, his mind drifting to the thought he’d tried to avoid for weeks now:

“What if I miss the deadline again?” he whispered, unable to keep up the positivism and determination he had when he left home only a few minutes before.

For two years, he had hoped—fervently, desperately—that each October would bring the next chosen one who could take on the burden he had carried for so long. He’d tried to be hopeful, but each Halloween that came and went without finding the next recipient made him sink deeper into resignation. He thought about another year carrying this colossal weight, another year enduring the strain, the looks, the whispered questions.

He pressed his fingers gently into his belly, murmuring to the babies, “Looks like you guys might be staying inside a while longer.” But even he could hear the wistful desperation in his voice. “Maybe next year,” he whispered, feeling the frustration gnaw at him.

Just as he sank deeper into his thoughts, a voice shouted from across the park, snapping him back to reality. “Heads up, Freddie! Catch it!”

A young man came running toward him, eyes fixed solely on a football soaring through the air. The young man was agile, his feet barely touching the ground as he lunged for the ball. But he didn’t seem to notice how close he was coming to Daniel’s bench—until it was too late. Freddie collided with Daniel’s shoulder, the impact similar to hitting a brick wall, making him stumble back and land on the ground with a grunt.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Freddie said, wide-eyed, as he looked up at Daniel. The young man was around 20 years old, slender but clearly fit, with a wiry frame that hinted at natural athleticism. At about 5’11”, he wasn’t short, but he seemed almost comically tiny beside Daniel. His face had a certain boyish charm, soft brown eyes, a freckled nose, and a wide grin that could light up a room. He was mostly lean, defined by subtle but well-formed muscles. His hips were a bit broader than his upper body, drawing Daniel’s attention to this body part.

“Hey, no problem,” Daniel replied, eyeing the young man with amusement as he extended his muscular hand to help him up. “Let me help you up.”

Freddie took Daniel’s hand, and as their palms connected, Daniel felt an unexpected flutter low in his gut, as though his babies were all shifting at once. The sensation surprised him, making him pause mid-motion, his fingers tightening around Freddie’s hand. Freddie seemed to feel it, too, his eyes widening for a second as he let Daniel pull him to his feet.

“Oh, wow…” Freddie said, his gaze slowly drifting up Daniel’s body, from his powerful legs and massive belly all the way to his broad shoulders and handsome face. “You’re just… wow.”

Daniel chuckled, watching Freddie’s reaction. He noted how the young man’s eyes lingered over his belly, scanning every inch of his expansive form. Freddie’s mouth opened as if to say something, but he seemed momentarily stunned.

“Are you alright there?” Daniel asked, raising a brow, though he knew why Freddie was at a loss for words.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” Freddie replied, still sounding dazed as he continued to stare. His lips turned into a shy grin. “Sorry, I’m just... you’re really, uh, built. Like, really built. And that belly...”

A flicker of pride rose in Daniel as he leaned back slightly, feeling the heft of his belly shift with him. “It’s a lot to take in, I know.” He gave his belly a gentle rub, feeling the babies kick harder. “Not from around here, are you?” Daniel asked, noting that he didn’t recognize Freddie from the usual parkgoers.

“Oh, no, I’m just visiting a friend for Halloween. He’s the one who threw the ball.” Freddie glanced behind him at a group gathered by the trees, most of whom seemed more interested in chatting up a group of girls than retrieving the wayward ball. “Guess he got distracted.”

“Seems like it,” Daniel said, grinning.

Freddie’s gaze returned to admire Daniel’s body. He was curious, maybe even attracted to Daniel’s massive form. Without thinking, Freddie reached out, his fingers brushing over the side of Daniel’s belly. The second his hand made contact with the round abdomen, a surge of electricity shot through Daniel’s body, making him gasp. Freddie jerked back as if he’d been shocked, his face registering the same jolt that Daniel felt. Freddie stumbled, almost falling to the ground again, his eyes wide with confusion.

“Did... did you feel that?” Freddie asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Daniel nodded, feeling his heart beat faster as the babies within him erupted into a flurry of kicks and movements, their little feet and elbows pressing firmly against his hands as he tried to soothe them. His mind flashed back to the day he met Rupert. The note. The curse. Rupert had mentioned that Daniel would know when he had found the next chosen one. And now, in the quiet of the park, sitting on his favorite bench with this boyish stranger standing in front of him, Daniel knew. The realization washed over him, a wave of relief and anticipation mingling in his chest. He had found him. After two long years, he had finally found him.

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