Heavy Load - Part 1 (Patreon)

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Zeke groaned as the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across his face and illuminating the bedroom. He stirred, the soft sheets rustling as he shifted, struggling to find a comfortable position to stay a couple more minutes in bed. His growing belly, now a prominent dome, made it difficult for him to sleep through the night, leaving him feeling tired in the mornings.

His eyes fluttered open, and he sighed, feeling the weight of his body pressing into the mattress. Zeke rubbed a hand over his hairy chest and abdomen, feeling the taut skin of his belly. He had always maintained a sturdy physique, but lately, his midsection had been expanding, and he attributed the unusual increase in the waistline to his insatiable appetite. “Damn desserts,” Zeke muttered to himself, remembering his large dinner from last night. He lay in bed, clad only in his briefs, mentally preparing to face his everyday tasks, which were increasingly challenging due to the big belly that jutted out in front of him.

Zeke glanced down at his rounded abdomen, which looked huge even while lying down. He sighed again, running a hand over his hairy chest, which felt tender and somewhat fuller, feeling the coarse hairs tickle his palm. His hand stopped for a moment on his right nipple, gasping and shivering at his own touch, a newfound odd sensation that accompanied his growing gut. He rubbed around the sensitive nipple, softly moaning and causing his dick to stir in his briefs. Sadly, he didn’t have time for that.

With a grunt, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his big, fat ass shifting under him as he did so. The act of sitting up had become a challenge in itself. He groaned, using his arms to leverage himself upright, feeling the strain on his back and abdominal muscles. Once he was finally sitting, his eyes bleary with sleep, Zeke took a moment to catch his breath, his hand instinctively rubbing his belly. The sensation of movement inside startled him momentarily, quickly dismissing it as gas, a consequence of his constant indulgence in sweets and snacks. He felt his taut abdomen resting on his lap, leaving little space between his legs for his half-hard dick and bull balls, making him groan as he struggled to get comfortable.

With another groan, Zeke slowly heaved himself to his feet, his belly wobbling slightly with the movement and his briefs straining around his fattening ass and widening hips. Zeke’s lower body had gotten stronger, but his thick legs and big butt, honed from years of playing baseball in his youth, were now struggling to support the extra weight of his 5’11” body. He instinctively moved one of his hands to his lower back, his position making his belly stick out even more in front of him.

Zeke waddled to the bathroom, his gait altered by the new distribution of weight. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and paused, taking in the sight. His once slightly rounded belly had grown into a full, firm mound, stretching his skin tight. Zeke turned to the side, examining his profile, noting his belly stuck about 8.5 inches from the rest of his torso. It had taken on a distinct roundness, and he could see faint stretch marks forming along the sides.

Sighing, he focused on his face to convince himself he still looked good. His dirty blonde hair, kept neatly short in a military haircut, 5 o’clock shadow beard, and emerald eyes, made him smile. He was a very good-looking 38-year-old man.

However, his eyes focused on his belly again, making him sigh for the millionth time. Zeke ran his hand over the curve of his belly. It felt firmer than expected, and he could have sworn he felt something move inside again. “Must be gas,” Zeke told himself, chuckling softly. He was unaware of the six tiny lives growing within him for the last 20 weeks.

Removing his briefs and feeling his dick and balls hang freely, Zeke stepped into the shower, wincing as he maneuvered his large body into the small space. The warm water cascaded over his hairy body, making his aching muscles feel good. He soaped up, taking time to thoroughly clean every inch of his expanding torso, feeling the contours of his rounded belly and fuller pecs. The sensation of his hands gliding over his belly’s smooth, stretched skin was oddly soothing, and he lingered longer than usual, lost in thought.

His own touch felt so good that his dick rose to full mast, its 8-inch of length fully hidden from his sight behind his big belly. He moved his right hand to his thick dick, his round, firm abdomen making it somewhat challenging to reach it. He stroked his fuck tool while his left hand rubbed the side of his belly. Zeke grunted because the position was uncomfortable, but his arousal had skyrocketed as much as his appetite in recent weeks.

Zeke moved his hands to fondle his hairy bull balls, each one a handful and feeling ready to burst. He had always been proud of his big balls, but recently, he saw them as a course because they were constantly aching for release. He felt constantly blue balled. His hand moved back to his dick, stroking firmly and fast, soon making him climax. His dick shot countless thick globs of cum that landed on his lower belly, some shots landing on the walls. Zeke panted as he came down from his high, feeling drained but a bit more comfortable than before. However, he realized his belly needed attention again to wipe off the cum from its hairy surface.

After his shower, Zeke dried off, carefully moving the towel over his round abdomen, then playfully shaking his dick and balls. It was becoming harder to reach certain places, and he found himself getting winded more easily. The babies inside him moved again, and Zeke paused, a hand resting on the curve of his abdomen. It was a strange, fluttery sensation, almost like butterflies, but he shook his head, convinced it was indigestion.

He wrapped a towel around his expanding waist and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. He put on clean briefs, struggling to fit his dick and balls in the pouch while also managing to cover his ample ass. His usual work attire—jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt—was getting increasingly uncomfortable. He tugged on a pair of jeans, grunting as he buttoned them below his protruding belly. The fabric strained over his thick legs and big butt, and he had to adjust the waistband several times to find a somewhat comfortable fit.

Next, he pulled on a formerly loose t-shirt, which stretched tightly over his rounded belly, leaving a small gap between the hem and his jeans. The outfit only emphasized his increasing thickness, but he didn’t have many options that fit anymore. He struggled to pull on his socks and shoes, grunting with the effort as his belly got in the way. By the time Zeke was ready, beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, and he had to stop to catch his breath.

“Okay, no desserts for me tonight. This is getting out of hand,” Zeke said to himself, a hand on his abdomen, struggling to steady his breathing.

In the kitchen, his wife, Anne, and three sons were already gathered for breakfast. The aroma of pancakes and bacon filled the air, making Zeke’s stomach growl. His three sons—18-year-old Harry, 14-year-old Owen, and 10-year-old Taylor—were already seated, eagerly digging into their breakfast. The three boys were a spitting image of their dad.

“Morning, Dad!” they chorused, glancing at his belly with amused looks as he walked in.

“Morning, boys,” Zeke replied, smiling as he kissed Anne. “Morning, love.”

“Dad, you look like you swallowed a watermelon!” Taylor, the youngest, said, giggling.

Zeke chuckled, rubbing his belly, feeling another fluttering sensation. “I guess I’ve been enjoying too many desserts lately,” he said, settling into a chair and ruffling Taylor’s hair. His hand continued to caress his belly under the table, the subtle movements inside providing a strange comfort.

“Maybe you should lay off the donuts, Dad,” Owen, the second eldest, said, poking at his own flat abdomen to emphasize his point. “You ate a lot last night.”

Zeke laughed, looking down at his belly, remembering his large meal from the night before. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll start my diet next week.” He piled his plate high with pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs, his appetite seemingly insatiable.

“You said that last week, Dad,” Harry, the eldest, added playfully, making his brother giggle.

Zeke chuckled, rolling his eyes as he devoured his breakfast. “Okay, okay. This time, it’s for real.” As he ate, he felt the movement in his belly again, but he ignored it.

“Boys, your dad is a grown man and needs big meals,” Anne said, kissing Zeke’s forehead.

After breakfast, Zeke kissed his sons’ foreheads and his wife’s lips. He grabbed his keys, heading for his truck. As he slid behind the wheel, he noticed that his belly was getting uncomfortable close to the steering wheel. He adjusted the seat as far back as it would go, but the space was still tight.

He sighed, rubbing his belly again. “I need to cut back on the snacks,” he told himself, though the thought of giving up his favorite treats made him frown.

On his way to work, only 10 minutes after having breakfast, Zeke pulled into a fast-food drive-thru, ordering two extra large breakfast sandwiches and a large orange juice. The cashier gave him a curious look as he drove up to the window. Zeke didn’t care. He was starving all the time these days and couldn’t go more than a few hours without eating. His appetite was insatiable lately, and he had a long day ahead at work.

As he waited for his food, he lifted his t-shirt, exposing his hairy belly to the cool morning air. He rubbed the taut surface, trying to soothe what he thought was gas. The cashier stared at Zeke’s belly with shock when he handed him his order. He was used to large guys ordering large meals, but Zeke’s belly looked too round, his skin stretched taut. Zeke smiled, not bothering to cover his belly. With his second breakfast in hand, he continued to the construction site where he worked as a motor grader operator, devouring the two extra large sandwiches before arriving.

Pulling into the parking lot of the construction site, Zeke parked his truck and slowly got out, rubbing his belly as he stretched. His shirt rolled up and exposed half of his belly. He heard a few whistles and good-natured jabs. Then, he saw his coworkers milling about, getting ready for the day’s work, and he approached, greeting them with a wave.

“Hey!” one of them called out, grinning. “Looks like you’ve been hitting the buffet hard.”

Zeke laughed, patting his belly. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just enjoying life, I guess,” he replied. “My wife likes me better with some meat on my bones, so… I only give the lady what she wants,” he joked, but he couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something else was going on.

He headed to the motor grader, his movements slower due to his growing size and the large breakfast he had just eaten. The motor grader loomed large, and he eyed it with apprehension. Climbing into the cab was a struggle. He grabbed the handrails and hoisted himself up, grunting with the effort. It was a slow process that left Zeke breathless as he maneuvered into the seat. He had to take a moment to catch his breath, grunting as he adjusted his position, trying to get comfortable. He adjusted the seat as far back as it would go, but his belly was still uncomfortably close to the controls.

As he started the engine and began to maneuver the grader, he found it increasingly challenging to concentrate. His belly seemed to be in the way no matter how he positioned himself, and the constant fluttering inside was distracting. He took deep breaths, trying to steady himself, but the sensation was relentless. He placed a hand on his belly, trying to calm the sensations. The vibrations from the machine seemed to agitate the movements in his belly, and he found himself shifting constantly to find a more comfortable position.

Zeke pushed through the discomfort, taking a deep breath and focusing on the task at hand. He guided the motor grader across the construction site’s rough terrain, the movements in his belly making it hard to maintain a steady hand. Every bump and jolt sent a ripple through his body, and Zeke had to stop several times to adjust himself. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he wiped it away, his mind racing with thoughts of how to handle work with his expanding form.

He glanced down at his belly, which was alarmingly close to pressing against the steering wheel, making it difficult to turn. He adjusted the seat again, but there was only so much room to maneuver. Zeke gritted his teeth as he felt his abdomen moving violently to the right, leaving him breathless. His right hand instinctively moved to his belly to caress it, quickly regaining composure, determined to finish the task despite the growing discomfort and pain.

He was exhausted by midday. He parked the grader and climbed down, the process as complicated as climbing up. His coworkers noticed his fatigue and offered him a drink, but Zeke only smiled and waved them off. He needed food. His body had already absorbed his large breakfast. He rubbed his belly, feeling the persistent flutters, and made his way to the break room for lunch, already starving.

As he sat down to eat a lunch big enough for five grown men, Zeke couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. But he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Zeke continued caressing his belly absentmindedly as he ate, trying to soothe the restless movements inside. He was getting worried about his situation, but for now, all he could do was focus on getting through each day, one step at a time, and hope that his belly wouldn’t get any bigger.

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Hey everyone, this is the beginning of a 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) pregnancies. Hehe. ENJOY!