Double Duty, One Man - Part 1

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Cade O’Connor sat on his leather couch, his heavily pregnant belly dominating his view as he rested. He wore nothing but a pair of bikini briefs, the only article of clothing that remotely fit his enlarged body, which had long outgrown the rest of his clothes. At 5’10” tall, his once 190-pound, dad-bod frame had changed a lot over the past year and a half, leaving him with a fuller figure, accentuated by his milky, hairy pecs and massive belly. At 40, Cade had given birth to a set of octuplets nine months ago, changing his life completely, and was now due to deliver another set of octuplets, conceived only a couple of hours after the first octuplets were born.

His honey-colored eyes scanned the room, filled with discomfort and pride as he massaged his pecs, which had become incredibly full and heavy with milk, ready to nourish his already-born octuplets and the eight more baby boys he carried within his belly, each weighing a robust ten pounds. He gently massaged his pecs, feeling their fullness and weight. They had expanded into large, firm mounds that strained his skin, feeling incredibly tender, with veins visible under his taut skin. His nipples, dark and sensitive, were more pronounced, permanently engorged, constantly leaking milk in response to the high demand.

The gentle massage brought some relief, the sensation both soothing and overwhelming. Cade softly groaned as he felt the milk begin to seep out, a warm trickle going down his skin, running down his rounded, hairy abdomen. Feeling the milk release brought some relief, but soon, his pecs produced more, and the fullness persisted, making him sigh while the babies inside him kicked and squirmed.

“Ugh, so full. So much milk,” Cade murmured to himself, his hands moving in slow, circular motions over his pecs. “Just a little relief would be nice,” he said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the fullness of his pecs and the constant kicking in his belly. “Babies, calm down. Daddy’s already full to bursting here,” Cade added, looking down at his round belly, which stretched taut, dominating his midsection.

The babies were kicking up a storm inside him. His abdomen, covered in a thick layer of dark hair, was like a mountainous landscape, the skin slightly marked with stretch marks, and his belly button popped out completely. Cade could feel every little movement, every turn and stretch, sending ripples across his belly. It was a sensation he had become intimately familiar with over the past year and a half, but it still amazed him. His unborn sons were always active, making his muscles ache with the sheer effort of carrying such a big load.

“Easy there, boys,” he said softly, gently rubbing the sides of his hairy belly and feeling the firm outlines of his unborn sons. “Daddy’s trying to rest.” He had gotten used to the feeling of carrying so many babies, but it was still a challenge every day.

Cade shifted on the couch, unsuccessfully trying to find a comfortable position. His belly’s sheer size and weight required him to constantly adjust his position for comfort, but recently, comfort wasn’t part of Cade’s life. It wasn’t only the size of his belly or the babies’ kicks but also the uncomfortable sensation of his full, swollen balls and thick dick getting crushed beneath his abdomen when he sat down.

While he caressed his hairy belly, Cade heard the soft cries of his nine-month-old octuplets from the baby monitor on the side table, breaking the brief moment of calm. The chorus of needy wails announced they were waking up because it was feeding time. Cade sighed, bracing himself for the effort required to stand up.

He shifted his weight and planted his feet firmly on the ground. He braced himself against the couch’s armrest, attempting to heave himself up. His once lean and toned arms were now stronger from carrying and caring for his first set of octuplets, but they weren’t enough to help him up. His powerful thighs and sturdy legs had become thicker to support the added weight of his pregnant belly, but they felt the strain as he struggled to stand up. 

“Come on, Cade, you can do this,” he muttered, feeling his muscles strain with effort. “You’ve been pregnant for over a year. You’ve got this.”

He had to rock back and forth a few times, his heavy belly swaying with the motion before he could gather the momentum to rise, groaning with the exertion. Standing on his feet was no easy task either. His legs wobbled under the weight, and he had to take a moment to catch his breath, feeling the babies inside him shift with the change in position.

Cade had to lean back slightly to balance the weight of his belly, instinctively placing one hand under his belly. His other hand pressed against the small of his back, offering some support to his strained muscles. The weight pulled him forward slightly, so he adopted a wide-legged waddle to maintain his balance.

“Daddy’s coming, hang on,” Cade called out, still breathless.

Cade made his way to the nursery with a slow, waddling gait. Each step was a challenge on its own, his legs protesting the exertion and his breath coming in heavy pants. His hips swayed to accommodate the size and weight of his belly, feeling every ounce of the extra pounds he carried within him. The journey to the nursery was short but felt like a marathon. By the time he reached the door and gently pushed it open, he was breathless.

Entering the nursery, Cade was greeted by the sight of eight identical cribs, each occupied by a wailing baby. The octuplets were awake and fussing, clearly hungry. He smiled despite his discomfort, his eyes shining with love as he approached the closest crib.

“Hey, little ones. Daddy’s here,” Cade cooed softly, his voice deep and soothing as the eight babies stopped crying when they heard his voice.

Cade bent down, which was quite a task, his belly pressing against the edge of the crib. He had to brace himself and move slowly, ensuring he didn’t strain himself too much. Cade carefully lifted one of his sons, cradling the squirming body against his chest. The baby’s soft cries softened as he felt Cade’s touch. Then, the very pregnant man carefully moved to another crib and picked up a second baby, the act requiring every ounce of his concentration. The effort made his belly press against the side of the crib again, a reminder of how full he was. The feeling of his babies’ tiny bodies against his swollen chest brought a smile to his face despite the constant ache.

“Let’s get you fed,” he said, slowly moving to the rocking chair, each step calculated to avoid jostling his swollen belly too much. He sat down with a heavy sigh of relief, adjusting the babies in his arms. He spread his legs and leaned back slightly to accommodate his belly until he found a semblance of comfort. “There you go,” he added, settling the babies to nurse, one at each pec. The babies latched on eagerly, drawing the rich milk that had been causing him so much discomfort. The relief was immediate, making him sigh contentedly.

As he fed the babies, Cade’s mind wandered to Joseph, the young man who had gotten him pregnant with the first set of octuplets a year and a half ago. He looked down at the babies and smiled, seeing Joseph’s handsome features and blonde hair on them. His thoughts then shifted to Tommy, the big boy who had knocked him up with the second set of octuplets. Cade stared at his hairy belly, heaving up and down with each breath, smiling and imagining the coming babies sharing Tommy’s handsome looks.

“You’re such good boys, and I can’t wait to meet your little brothers,” he whispered to the babies in his arms. “Oh, and your older brother, he’s so excited about you all,” Cade added, addressing his eldest son Caleb, who, at 21 years old, was his biggest supporter with the babies and the pregnancies. Caleb was born from Cade’s relationship with a wonderful woman, but sadly, things hadn’t worked out between them. However, Cade had always been there for his son, creating a close bond with him.

Feeding the octuplets two at a time, Cade continued this process until all eight babies were satisfied. It was a slow and careful routine, but Cade found joy in providing the nourishment his babies needed. Then he moved on to changing their diapers, another challenge for the heavily pregnant man. Cade had to bend and stretch in ways that were difficult with his massive belly in the way. Each diaper change took time, and he had to pause frequently to catch his breath.

His massive belly made bending over almost impossible, but he happily managed, humming softly to soothe his sons. The physical exertion left him sweating, his large form glistening in the low light of the nursery. But despite his fatigue, he couldn’t help but smile as he put each baby back in their cribs, their tiny bellies full and content. Cade smiled, caressing each one gently as they drifted off to sleep. He lingered by the cribs, rubbing his large, hairy abdomen, feeling the kicks and movements of the unborn octuplets.

Once the octuplets were asleep, Cade returned to the rocking chair and sat down again, feeling exhausted. He attached the breast pumps to his chest, feeling immediate relief as the excess milk was drawn out. Even after feeding the octuplets, his milk supply was too high, leaving his pecs feeling uncomfortably full, the pumps alleviating some of the pressure that had built up.

He closed his eyes, a hand resting on his massive belly, feeling the babies inside him kick and move, overwhelmed but joyful. “You boys are a handful,” he said with a chuckle, addressing the eight babies sleeping in their cribs and the eight more moving in his belly, responding to his touch. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he added, the sound of the pumps working and the gentle rocking of the chair making him feel a peaceful, temporary contentment.

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