Heavy Work - Part 1

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Cliff stirred in his bed, groaning loudly as the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon, immediately feeling a familiar weariness that had been a constant companion over the last few months. At 36, he was no stranger to hard work and tiredness, having managed the family farm for over sixteen years. But his recent fatigue and lack of energy were different. His whole body was different recently, and he knew everything was connected but couldn’t identify what was wrong.

His eyes fluttered open, exhausted despite the almost peaceful night of rest. He lay in bed, only wearing a jockstrap—the only thing that fit him, the pouch tightly stretched over his bull balls and larger-than-average manhood. The rest of his underwear—just like his entire wardrobe—had become too tight in some areas, puzzling and concerning him. He had been gaining weight faster than ever and hadn’t found a way to stop the expansion of his body.

The sheets were folded beside him, his recently permanently heated body enough to fight the night’s coldness. Even though his body was exposed, he felt some sweat all over him. The warmth within made him feel somewhat hot this early in the morning. Taking a deep breath, he slowly reached for the lamp on his nightstand to illuminate the room, longing to stay in bed for a bit longer. The light from the lamp only reminded him how much he had changed in the past few months, revealing his massive belly.

Cliff’s hand instinctively drifted to his hairy abdomen, now round and heavy, making him groan again as he felt how full and tight it was. He frowned as his fingers traced the contours of his distended belly, the skin taut and sensitive under his touch. His belly was prominent, sticking out about 20 inches in front of his ribcage, contrasting with the rest of the muscular frame he had developed after years of hard farm work. His once stout, strong-looking dad-bod had expanded in ways Cliff never expected, his round abdomen becoming the center of attention.

He continued caressing his abdomen, feeling a slight discomfort and trying to ease it up with his touch. The belly’s size and shape seemed disproportionate to the rest of his body, and its firmness didn’t match Cliff’s weight gain theory. But he preferred to think of his belly as only fat gain caused by his constant hunger in the past few months. Following this same explanation, he attributed an odd sensation that something was moving inside to his imagination or expected digestive issues due to his unstoppable overeating. He looked down at his hairy belly and sighed, making a mental note to start a diet—a note that had been in his mind for months now without being attended to.

He couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of his hairy pecs as he glanced down at himself. His once pretty defined chest had also changed recently, growing, rounding out, taking on a fuller and softer appearance, and becoming more sensitive. His nipples were thicker, and the skin around them felt tender, a sensitivity that had caught him off guard more than once. Cliff frowned again, tracing the swell of his melon-sized pecs, wondering what was happening to his body, wincing as his fingers brushed against his nipples. He insisted that it was all fat, usual for weight gain, but his pecs were also too firm and too round to be mistaken as fat. However, he convinced himself he was only getting fatter.

After sighing in disbelief again, he pushed himself with difficulty to a sitting position, loudly groaning and feeling his muscles protesting the movement. The effort required was more than he anticipated. His belly and plumper pecs made even the simplest movements a challenge. He grunted as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the weight of the belly shift with the moment and triggering the odd movement within. He sat for a moment, catching his breath, one of his hands instinctively cradling the underside of his abdomen as the other struggled to reach his crotch to adjust his bull balls to avoid them from getting crushed under his own belly. The swell of his abdomen wasn’t only noticeable to the eyes but impossible to ignore because it extended in front and sides of him, taking over his whole lap.

Cliff groaned as he found a somewhat comfortable position for his balls but still felt the weight of his belly over them. He looked down at his hairy abdomen again, chuckling and gently patting it, a habit he had picked up as if trying to convince himself that it was only fat in there. However, the belly was firm and solid, the skin taut; it was far from fat. Even his pecs had thickened so much that in a sitting position, they rested heavily over Cliff’s belly, their plumpness also making him uncomfortable.

Cliff slowly heaved himself up, the effort accompanied by loud groans, his strong arms and thick legs straining under his weight. His belly protruded in front of him like a small planet attached to his torso. He instinctively moved his hands to his lower back to offer his strained muscles some support, this position only accentuating the size and roundness of his abdomen. He slowly walked to the bathroom, belly leading the way, as his walking had turned into a waddle over the last few months.

Once inside the bathroom, he stood in front of a full-length mirror, carefully observing the changes on his 6’0” tall body. The belly was enormous, stretching his skin to its limits, the hairs on his abdomen seeming to accentuate its size. His belly button had started to slightly pop out, now a noticeable bulge in the center of his abdomen. His pecs had softened, the nipples standing out among the dense hair that covered his chest.

Cliff sighed, slowly stripping off the jockstrap, gasping as it left marks on his fuller hips where it had dug in. His hips had widened recently, his legs had thickened, and his ass was larger and rounder than ever. A part of him liked that part because he looked stronger, and he had always admired men with round butts. But now his own was getting out of control, making it challenging to find comfortable clothes that fit him.

When he was naked, he slowly stepped into the shower and turned the water on. The water provided some relief as it cascaded over his body, making Cliff take a deep breath as he enjoyed the sensation. He carefully lathered soap over his hairy chest and round belly, feeling their weight and size with shock. He repeated this procedure every morning but still couldn’t get over how huge and full he was. The sensation was even more shocking as he felt the movement in his belly intensify, something that happened repeatedly throughout his days. He only caressed his abdomen on the spots he felt the moments, trying to settle down his “indigestion.”

Cliff dried himself off after the shower and began the arduous task of getting dressed. His usual work clothes had become too tight on his expanding body, so he opted for some older, looser garments. But even these were already snug in some areas. After putting on another jockstrap, Cliff pulled on a pair of formerly loose jeans, grunting as he now had to wriggle into. Then he groaned as he struggled to button them around his waist. When he managed to fasten them, the waistband sat uncomfortably under the curve of his round abdomen, and he could hear the faint creak of the seams protesting the strain. He put on a massive, white, formerly loose T-shirt that clung to his chest and belly, even showcasing his thick nipples and leaving nothing to the imagination. A portion of his lower belly was visible below the T-shirt’s hem, but Cliff couldn’t do anything about it. Then he put on a long-sleeve flannel shirt, struggling to button it over his swollen belly, eventually giving up and leaving it unbuttoned over his T-shirt.

Finding clothes that fit comfortably was impossible, but Cliff made a mental note to look for some new, larger sizes soon. Deep inside, he knew he was only getting larger and rounder in the coming weeks, and he couldn’t explain why. As Cliff adjusted his outfit and caught his breath, he noticed how his chest had developed a slight bounce when he moved—another change he couldn’t quite explain since it was still pretty firm. He sighed in frustration, running a hand over his distended belly, feeling the subtle movements within again.

Cliff went to wake his sons, 16-year-old Caden and 12-year-old Carson, who were spending a few weeks with him on the farm. Caden, at sixteen, was already showing signs of following in his father’s footsteps, with a sturdy frame that promised to fill out with muscle in the coming years. Perfect for farm work. Carson, at twelve, was just like his brother when he was that age. Both were spitting images of their dad. Cliff loved to spend these weeks with his boys, who were usually with their mom after the divorce.

Cliff knocked on their doors and opened them, his large belly brushing against the door frames as he moved.

“Morning, boys, he called, his voice evidently fatigued. “Time to get up. We’ve got a lot of work to do today.”

Carson and Caden groaned in response as they stirred, eventually getting up and heading to the bathroom to shower and get ready. Meanwhile, Cliff waddled to the kitchen, his gait slow and awkward. He felt the strain on his back and legs, each step a reminder of the unfamiliar weight he was carrying around his middle. His big, round belly swayed with his movements, making his balance precarious.

Cliff started preparing breakfast, his movements slower than they used to be. He cracked a dozen eggs into a large skillet, scrambling them with practiced ease. Next, he laid out strips of bacon on a griddle, the aroma making his mouth water. Lately, he’d had an insatiable craving for bacon. And this craving seemed to intensify with each passing day. He toasted bread, arranged bowls of oats, and poured glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. The size of the hearty breakfast on the table was proof of his recent uncontrollable hunger.

When Caden and Carson entered the kitchen, food filled the table. The boys exchanged surprised glances, noticing that, every morning, the breakfast was getting more hearty. They observed their dad standing beside the table, absentmindedly rubbing his belly, and they could only smile. They approached the table and sat, marveling at the enormous tray overflowing with bacon.

“Wow, Dad, you’re really into bacon these days, huh?” Caden teased, a grin on his face.

Cliff chuckled, rolling his eyes at the comment. “Oh, come on. I haven’t heard any complaints from you. But yeah, it seems like it. I can’t get enough of it lately.”

“Dad, you’re getting a bit round there. Are you sure you’re not having too much bacon?” Carson pointed at Cliff’s belly as the dad sat.

Cliff laughed, a hand rubbing his belly under the table. “Yeah, yeah. But, hey, it’s just a bit of extra padding. It keeps me warm, and it means there’s more of me to love,” he replied, though he couldn’t shake the feeling of the subtle movements within his abdomen.

Cliff devoured his breakfast while his sons talked about the plans for the day. He constantly rubbed his belly again, feeling the movements inside. It was like a gentle fluttering, something he attributed to indigestion, though oddly consistent. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, but he couldn’t stop eating. He didn’t mind if his belly got even rounder. Deep inside, he loved his new fuller frame.

After breakfast, the dad and his sons headed outside to start the day’s work. Cliff’s pace was slow, his belly causing him to waddle. The weight of his abdomen pulled at his back and made him adopt a slightly hunched posture to accommodate it. Caden and Carson walked ahead, occasionally glancing back to check on their father, a bit concerned about his discomfort but aware that he could handle it.

The first task was to give fresh hay and grains to the cattle. Cliff struggled to lift the bales of hay, his back straining under the effort and making him groan. The extra weight of his belly and his precarious balance made the lifting almost impossible. His sons noticed the struggles and quickly stepped in to help, easily lifting the heavy bales while Cliff caught his breath. He moved his hands to his lower back to ease the pressure there as he watched his sons working, instinctively pushing his belly forward and accentuating its size. Then he went to check the watering troughs. He bent over with difficulty, his belly pressing against his thighs, making the simple task of lifting a bucket feel like a Herculean task. He groaned as he unsuccessfully attempted to lift the heavy bucket, then wiped the sweat from his brow, his breath coming in shorter gasps than he was used to.

“You okay, Dad?” Caden asked, a note of concern in his voice.

Cliff nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, just... feeling a bit off today.”

He left the bucket on the floor and leaned against the fence, catching his breath. The exertion left him breathless, his chest heaving. His hands instinctively moved to his belly, rubbing the firm, round surface.

The boys worked quickly and helped him with the water; their energy seemed surreal compared with Cliff’s snail’s pace. Caden and Carson talked as they worked, allowing their dad to regain his composure. Sweat covered his body, drenching his clothes, and his hand moved constantly over his abdomen, where the indigestion movements were more intense than ever before. Even his pecs felt more sensitive than before, making the whole sensation overwhelming for him. But there were more animals to feed on the farm.

Then they went to the chicken coop. Cliff scooped up grains, but even this simple task left him winded. He frequently paused to take breaks, one hand resting on his belly as he caught his breath. The boys noticed, and Caden took over, allowing Cliff a moment to relax. The young boy refreshed the water while Carson quickly entered the henhouse to collect the eggs, something Cliff used to handle without problem but now found impossible due to his expanded girth. In his current condition, he didn’t have the agility to bend enough to fit through the door, and even if he could, his belly was big enough to block the whole henhouse’s entrance.

By the time they reached the pigs, Cliff was visibly exhausted. He leaned against the pen for a while, breathless. He could feel his strength waning, his body protesting the constant activity. His belly felt heavier than ever, the weight pulling on his lower back. The pigs needed fresh water and feed and the pen needed a thorough cleaning. Noticing their dad was in no condition to work, the boys took charge, shoveling out the old straw and laying down fresh bedding while Cliff observed. Then he attempted to move the feed bags, but the struggle was evident. The weight of the bags was nothing compared to the weight he carried around his middle, and he found himself leaning against the fence, breathing heavily. His sons worked diligently, their concern for their father evident but motivated them to work more efficiently.

Then, they went to the sheep and goats to give them hay and check on their water. Cliff’s breathing was even more laborious, and each step was more challenging than the last. Cliff was exhausted by this point, his shirt sticking to his body with sweat, his body aching from the strain. He rubbed his abdomen absentmindedly, feeling the tightness of the skin and the firmness beneath. The sensation of movement inside was stronger now, more insistent, but he dismissed it as gas or his muscle twitching. His chest felt tender, adding to his overall sense of unease.

As they finished feeding the goats and sheep, Cliff called for a break, his voice weary. “Alright, boys, let’s take five. I need to sit down for a bit.”

Caden and Carson nodded, understanding their father’s need for rest. They went to feed the horse while Cliff found a spot to sit. He made his way to a shaded spot by the barn, lowering himself onto a bench with a grunt of relief, his round, heavy belly making it impossible to find a comfortable position. He leaned back, closing his eyes as he lifted the hem of his T-shirt to reveal his abdomen and moved one hand to rest on it. His breath came in short gasps, his chest tender and aching.

Then, he moved his hands to caress his plump pecs, rubbing around his nipples through the fabric. He took a deep breath, enjoying the odd sensation that made him shiver. The pressure within his chest became more manageable as he continued the massage. His T-shirt was already drenched in sweat, masking the fact that droplets of milk were coming out of his nipples. He sighed, feeling relieved but exhausted. He knew he couldn’t keep up this pace forever, but for now, he was grateful for the brief break.

He shifted on the bench, still struggling to find a comfortable position. But the discomfort in his belly only grew stronger. He instinctively moved his hands back to his abdomen, feeling the movements within, unaware of the presence of the five large babies growing there for the last 28 weeks. He had no clue what was happening, but he knew he still had more heavy work on the farm despite his rounded shape and sore body. And he knew some help was already on his way like every morning, and he couldn’t wait for that help to arrive.

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PN: Hey everyone, this is another installment of the 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) heavy pregnancies. ENJOY!