Heavy Load - Part 2

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Zeke sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair after finishing his lunch. The meal had been hearty—maybe too hearty—and now his belly felt stretched to its limit. His skin ached, and his breathing was short. He groaned, shifting his weight in the chair, feeling the waistband of his tighter-than-ever pants digging uncomfortably into the soft flesh beneath his rounded belly. He absentmindedly moved his hand to rub his distended abdomen, now feeling rock hard.

He pushed his chair back slightly and lifted his shirt, exposing the bare expanse of his hairy, protruding abdomen. “Ugh… I’m so full,” he whispered, evidently in discomfort. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for pushing himself to eat more than his body could handle, but he couldn’t control his appetite. He was hungry all the time. He was insatiable, and it all showed in the size and firmness of his belly. He used to have a small, soft gut, but now his abdomen felt very different.

The tightness in his belly was overwhelming, and he rubbed the taut skin in slow, circular motions, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. His hand carefully moved over the dome of his abdomen, feeling the firmness beneath. The sensation was oddly satisfying, though the tightness made him wince now and then. The movements within hadn’t stopped either—there was a fluttering, shifting feeling he had chalked up to gas. However, deep down, he knew it was something else.

A rumbling gurgle sounded from deep within his gut, followed by another series of movements that made him pause. “Ugh… must be all the gas,” he mumbled, grimacing as he massaged his abdomen, his fingers brushing over the firm, hairy expanse. He furrowed his brows, feeling another ripple just under his skin. “Probably shouldn’t have had that extra burger,” he said aloud, half-joking, though his discomfort was evident.

The chair beneath him slightly creaked as he leaned back, drawing the attention of a few of his coworkers who were finishing up their own lunches at nearby tables. They had noticed Zeke’s growing size weeks ago, so the good-natured teasing had become a regular part of his day.

“Man, you should take it easy with the meals. It’s not Thanksgiving yet, and you look like you ate the whole dinner yourself,” one of them said, laughing.

Zeke chuckled weakly, still rubbing his belly as it gave another soft rumble. “Feels like it,” he admitted, his voice strained as he shifted again, trying to find a more comfortable position in the chair.

“I wouldn’t say a whole dinner, more like a whole buffet,” another one said, and the others chuckled, their eyes inevitably drawn to the noticeable swell of Zeke’s belly.

“Come on. It’s only a belly; some of you have guts, too,” Zeke replied, addressing the soft pudges in some of the coworkers’ abdomens. However, none of them were nearly as big as his round belly. “I’ll just cut back, starting tomorrow,” he added, with his hand still resting firmly on his abdomen, trying to soothe the persistent fullness.

“You better do, or you’ll need to ask for new uniforms if you keep getting bigger. Maybe a circus tent?” A young apprentice said and stood up, walking over with a playful glint in his eyes. “Do you mind if I rub it? Some people say it gives some good luck.”

Zeke laughed, his charming smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, yeah, get your lucky rub in,” he joked, groaning softly as the young man gave his belly a gentle rub. His belly felt tight and hot beneath the apprentice’s hand, and Zeke couldn’t resist letting out another groan at the fantastic sensation. It was strange but so good.

“We all need good luck,” another man said. And before Zeke could protest, a few others gathered around, their hands gently rubbing his rounded belly as if it were some charm.

“Yeah, for good luck!” They joked, their hands warm against his skin.

Zeke rolled his eyes, grinning despite the discomfort. “You guys are ridiculous,” he said, though he didn’t stop them. He felt the warmth of their hands, and the constant flutters beneath the surface of his belly started to settle down. “Okay, enough—before I actually explode,” he finally said, raising his hands in mock surrender.

As his coworkers laughed and backed away, Zeke took a deep breath, bracing himself to stand. He placed both hands on the edge of the table and pushed, groaning as he struggled to get to his feet. “Ah, here we go.” He pushed himself up, his belly protruding out in front of him like a heavy ball that refused to be ignored. The tightness made every movement more laborious than he would’ve liked, and he grimaced as he shifted his weight. “Ugh, too much lunch,” he muttered as he finally straightened up, rubbing his bare belly one last time before tugging his shirt back down over it as much as possible. Part of his belly was still on display, but Zeke didn’t mind anymore. He was too full and uncomfortable to mind about a fashion issue.

He rubbed his lower back, his belly jutting out in front of him, uncomfortably tight and looking huge. One of his hands stayed on his lower back, and the other moved to the underside of his swollen abdomen as he started to walk.

The walk back to his motor grader felt longer than usual. His slow, lumbering gait, a result of the sheer weight hanging from his midsection, made him pregnant. His swollen belly forced him to waddle as he made his way across the construction site.

“Gotta stop with those extra breakfasts,” he muttered. But Zeke knew it was a lie. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t shake the persistent fullness that seemed to accompany him wherever he went.

His belly bounced slightly with each step, stretching the fabric of his shirt so tight it rode up again, exposing even more of the curve of his gut to the warm afternoon air. Each movement worsened the tightness, and he could feel his jeans digging into his hips. “I need bigger pants,” he mumbled to himself, tugging at the waistband as he walked. His other hand remained on his belly, gently cradling it, trying to support the extra weight.

Just as Zeke approached the motor grader, he heard a voice calling out to him. “Zeke!” the boss’ secretary said, waving at him. “The boss wants to see you in his office before you get back to work. He cleared his schedule for the rest of the afternoon. Said he needed to talk to you about some things.”

“Now?” Zeke asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. The boss said it was important, so you better hurry,” she said, chuckling because she knew Zeke was the slowest these days.

Zeke paused, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. He rubbed his belly absently as he waddled over to her, feeling the weight pulling at his lower back with each step. “Alright,” he said, already having an idea of what was waiting for him. “Anything else I should know?”

“He asked me not to bother him while you’re there and told me to tell you to lock the door when you go in,” she added with a playful tone. “He’s been waiting for you to finish your lunch.”

Zeke smiled knowingly, his discomfort momentarily forgotten. He had a pretty good idea of what that meant. With a nod, he adjusted his shirt, tugging it down to cover more of his belly, though it barely made a difference. “Alright,” he said, his voice soft as he turned toward the office, the slow, heavy walk making the distance feel even longer.

By the time he reached the office, Zeke was breathless, his face flushed from the effort. His belly felt even tighter, the fullness unbearable as he reached for the door. His hand fumbled with the doorknob for a moment before stepping inside, closing and locking the door behind him, just as the secretary had suggested. The room was dimly lit, and 34-year-old Gerald, his boss—and the man who had occupied Zeke’s thoughts for the past few months, was sitting casually on a couch.

Gerald was wearing nothing but a pair of snug boxer briefs, showcasing his big bulge and leaving his thick, muscular body on full display. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, his amber eyes mischievously glinting as he took a sip from a glass of orange juice. His grin was playful as he looked Zeke up and down. “Took you long enough,” Gerald teased, his deep voice sending a shiver down Zeke’s spine. “Come on, sit with me. I’ve been waiting for you.” He set down the juice and picked up a box of donuts from the coffee table. “Hungry?”

Zeke hesitated for a moment, his hand instinctively rubbing his belly as he waddled over to the couch, eyeing the box of donuts. Zeke groaned as he heavily sat down next to Gerald. The couch sank and creaked under his weight, and he let out a low groan as he adjusted his position, his belly pressing firmly against his thighs. “I... I’m really full,” he admitted, though his stomach betrayed him by growling loudly at the sight of the food.

Gerald raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Doesn’t sound like it. You say that, but your stomach is still growling,” Gerald chuckled, reaching over to lift Zeke’s shirt again, exposing the rounded dome of his abdomen. “Come on. I know you’ve got room for a little more.” Gerald teased, his hand trailing over the tight skin in slow strokes.

Zeke closed his eyes, leaning back into the couch as Gerald’s hand moved over his belly. The sensation of Gerald’s fingers against his belly made Zeke exhale softly, a mixture of relief and pleasure coursing through him as the pressure seemed to ease under the touch. The sensation was soothing, and for a moment, he forgot about the discomfort. “I can’t help it,” he murmured, reaching for one of the donuts, briefly hesitating before taking a bite. “I’m so hungry all the time,” he said with his mouth full. The sweet taste melted in his mouth, and he groaned softly, his hand resting on his belly as he chewed.

Gerald’s hand never left his belly, rubbing slow, soothing circles as Zeke ate, the rhythmic motion making it hard to think about anything but the fantastic feeling of being cared for and admired. “You know, I’ve been watching you these last few months. Five months already,” Gerald said softly, his eyes gleaming as he traced the curve of Zeke’s belly with his thumb. “You’re getting thicker... rounder. I love it.” His voice was warm and approving, and Zeke couldn’t help but feel proud at Gerald’s words.

Zeke nodded, swallowing a bite of a donut. “Yeah,” he said quietly, though he still believed his growing belly was just the result of too much food. “I guess I’ve been indulging a little too much. I’ve never been this big before,” Zeke grunted, finishing another donut.

Gerald chuckled, leaning in closer as he continued to rub Zeke’s belly. “You look good like this. Thick,” he said, kissing Zeke’s shoulder and then repeating the action to his cheek.

Zeke couldn’t help but smile, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the attention. Gerald’s hand was warm against his skin, and the slow motion of his caresses made the tightness in his belly feel a little more bearable. Zeke took another bite of the donut, chewing slowly as Gerald’s hand moved lower, tracing the underside of his belly, which rested heavily against his lap.

“Relax,” Gerald murmured, his voice soft. “Let me take care of you to make you more comfortable.”

Gerald carefully helped Zeke remove his shirt, slowly peeling it off over his head. The boss loved Zeke’s hairy belly, but the soft, hairy pecs were equally beautiful. With each piece of clothing removed, Zeke’s belly seemed to swell even more, the taut curve of his abdomen fully exposed. Zeke groaned as his belly was finally free, hanging heavy in front of him as he settled back into the couch. His abdomen rose and fell with each breath as Zeke tried to adjust his body into a comfortable position again.

Then, Gerald reached beneath Zeke’s belly and managed to unbutton the too-tight pants, making Zeke sigh in relief. Zeke caressed his belly while Gerald pulled the pants down and threw them aside, quickly removing the briefs and letting Zeke’s dick and huge balls out. Zeke groaned when Gerald’s hands reached for his massive balls to massage and squeeze them. Zeke loved the sensation, and Gerald only grinned while he continued teasing him.

“I’m so full that even my balls feel about to burst,” Zeke said, groaning as Gerald finally released the bull balls to focus his attention on Zeke’s upper body again.

Gerald leaned in and kissed Zeke’s pecs, close to his nipples, making him shiver due to how tender his nipples were. His hand was still gently rubbing his belly, his touch tender and admiring. “You’re incredible. So big everywhere,” Gerald whispered, his hand resting over one of the more prominent movements inside Zeke’s belly. “I love watching you grow. You look so full.”

The movements in his belly grew more pronounced. But Zeke was too focused on the sweet pastries and Gerald’s hand stroking his skin to pay much attention. “Fuller than ever,” he murmured as Gerald rubbed his belly with both hands now, enjoying the sensation even though the pressure was almost overwhelming.

Gerald smiled, watching Zeke with adoration. “Good,” he whispered, leaning closer, his hands never leaving Zeke’s belly, both enjoying their private moment. “You know I didn’t ask you to come only to see you eating, right?” Gerald said, kissing Zeke’s neck and moving his hands to caress his tender pecs.

“I know,” Zeke responded, grinning and watching as Gerald removed his boxer briefs in a blink. “I’m so full, but I can’t help but long for you to fill me up... the other way,” Zeke said, chuckling as he ate the last donut.

“I cleared my schedule for the rest of the day so we can make that wish come true,” Gerald said, slowly pushing Zeke to the side to make him lay on the couch, his belly rising high like a round, taut mountain. “I’ve been thinking of this moment the whole morning. My heavy, fat pig,” he added, positioning himself between Zeke’s legs and lifting them.

Zeke groaned because the position pushed his belly higher, giving him some trouble breathing. But when he felt Gerald’s thick dick brushing against his hole, he could only beg for a fuck. “Come on, boss. I’m all yours.”

Gerald grinned and slowly pushed his 9-inch-long dick into Zeke’s tight hole. Over the last five months, they had shared these intimate moments at least once a week. However, the bigger Zeke got, the more often Gerald asked for him to come to his office for a fuck. They hadn’t realized that this affair was related to Zeke’s belly growing so large and so fast. They hadn’t realized they conceived six babies the first time Gerald fucked Zeke on that same couch five months ago.

Gerald bucked his hips fast and hard, making Zeke’s eyes roll in his head. The sounds of their bodies colliding with each thrust echoed in the room as Zeke fought the urge to moan loudly. He knew they had to be quiet, but Gerald’s dick felt so good inside him that as the fucking intensified, Zeke couldn’t hold back the moans anymore. He moved his hands and rubbed the sides of it, feeling the movement intensifying as Gerald thrust as fast and hard as a jackhammer. The couch creaked under their combined weight, but Gerald didn’t stop. Zeke didn’t want him to stop.

Zeke felt his dick leaking a stream of pre-cum as Gerald continued, his balls feeling ready to explode due to his extreme arousal. “So... good. More. More. Please,” he managed to say as Gerald continued for what felt like an eternity.

Zeke lost track of time and only enjoyed the sensation of the thick dick stretching his hole and making him moan loudly. He couldn’t process words; he couldn’t think of anything else but Gerald’s dick. He could only long for more, and when Gerald’s dick started shooting a river of cum into Zeke’s guts, the pregnant man couldn’t contain his massive load either, coating the lower part of his hairy belly.

Gerald shot buckets of thick cum deep into Zeke’s guts, leaving him feeling even fuller and heavier than before. Zeke caressed his belly as he caught his breath, looking into Gerald’s eyes, who couldn’t stop smiling. Gerald’s dick was still hard inside Zeke, so without words, he started bucking his hips again, restarting the loud moans, aiming to get Zeke even fuller and heavier with his load.

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