Heavier Heir - Part 1

Heavy Load Spin-off / Additional Tier Exclusive

The gravel crunched beneath heavy boots as the early crew made their way into the construction site, thermoses and lunch bags in hand. They could hear the distant engine growling as some operators prepared their machines, and the low murmur of workers greeting one another. Amid the dusty commotion, Zeke waddled with his 6-month-pregnant belly leading the way and his eldest son, Harry, beside him.

Harry was practically bouncing with energy despite the early hour. At nineteen, he had the same strong jaw, beautiful emerald eyes, and teasing grin as Zeke, only sharpened by youth. Most people said that he was an upgraded version of his dad, which made Harry walk tall and proud. His thick, neatly styled dark hair moved softly with the breeze, and his frame—taller than his dad at 6’1” and broad from high school football—moved with captivating confidence.

He was leaner than Zeke, but his build hinted at the same future: broad shoulders, thick arms, and a naturally tapered waistline that exaggerated the size of his rounded ass, which looked thick and heavy even under work pants. A faint trail of dark hair ran down from his sternum, just beginning to grow into the same thick body hair that defined his father. There was a light fuzz in the center of his chest, and a soft line of treasure trail led from just below his navel to the waistband of his jeans, peeking out from beneath a slightly too-small white tee.

Zeke waddled beside him, nothing short of a spectacle. At six months pregnant with his second set of sextuplets, he looked enormous. His belly was already round, taut, and high, stretching his company-issue T-shirt up and away from his waistband. His pecs were massive, heavy, and full from months of nonstop milk production, and his nipples were faintly visible through the worn fabric, already damp from leakage. His walk was slow, with one hand pressed against the small of his back and the other sometimes resting under his belly, rubbing small circles as if soothing the life growing inside.

Zeke huffed, adjusting his hard hat as they crossed the gravel. “Welcome to the best place in the world. Or the second-best place. Home is first, of course. Now I prefer a good couch, but back then I loved to work out here. I had the cleanest motor grader in the county. I could carve out a mile of road edges blindfolded. Now I can’t even see where I’m going.”

Harry smirked, looking down at the wobble of his father’s belly. “Yeah, now I don’t think you even fit in the cabin, and you waddle like you’re smuggling a water tank.”

Zeke grunted but smiled, not offended. “I still run the show. Only with a few extra pounds to balance. Or many extra pounds.”

They reached the portable office near the far end of the lot. Zeke paused to catch his breath and leaned slightly against the doorframe. Harry grabbed the handle and opened it for him without thinking. He had come to be used to helping his heavily pregnant dad, even with these simple things.

“I hate this door. It’s too narrow,” Zeke said, groaning softly as he calculated his steps carefully to fit the swell of his belly through.

Inside, the air was much cooler. A few folding chairs were arranged in a makeshift meeting room setup, with a board on one side and safety posters taped haphazardly along the opposite wall. At the front, an old desk with plans strewn across it.

Harry followed behind, stretching his arms out with a yawn. “So this is orientation?”

“Something like that,” Zeke said, easing himself into the rolling office chair behind the desk with a loud groan as his hands immediately caressed his massive abdomen. “The company likes the new hires to hear safety stuff from someone who knows the site. Even if he’s shaped like a damn beach ball now.”

Before Harry could answer, the door opened again, and a tall, stunning young man entered. He was about 6’3” tall, with warm bronze skin that caught the early sun like gold. His dark curly hair was messy but perfect. His eyes were almond-shaped, a soft brown that turned molten when the light hit just right. The high-visibility vest he wore was slung casually over one shoulder, leaving his dark green tee snug over his chest and biceps. His jeans fit him nicely without being tight, and his work boots looked fresh, untarnished by dust or dirt.

The young man paused when he saw Zeke. His gaze dropped to scan the massive belly, the rounded chest, and the unmistakable damp spots over each nipple. His mouth opened slightly, though he said nothing. Then his eyes flicked to Harry, and they both froze for a moment. Harry’s heart slammed in his chest, and his mouth went dry. The newly arrived blinked, swallowed, and smiled. It was an instant but felt like an eternity.

“Uh—sorry. Is this the new hire meeting?” The young man said, captivated by Harry’s looks but unable to stop looking at Zeke’s rounded body.

Zeke didn’t notice the stare between the new guy and his son. He was busy shifting in his seat, groaning as a baby kicked and pressing one hand against the movement. “Yeah,” Zeke said, gritting his teeth. “Take a seat. You’re Jordan, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Jordan said quickly, moving to sit two chairs away from Harry as his eyes still flicked between him and Zeke.

Harry’s ears were pink. He smiled down at his lap, hearing his heart pounding. When he looked up, Jordan was already looking at him again. Both guys blushed deeply.

Zeke cleared his throat, unaware of the tension between the young guys. “Alright. My name’s Zeke, and I’m the site’s head supervisor. You’ll both be assigned general labor. Expect everything: hauling materials, loading tools, restocking, helping operators spot from the ground, keeping water and food on time, you name it. Might be doing concrete one day, checking survey markers the next. Got it?”

Jordan nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Harry just mumbled, “Mm-hm,” not looking away.

Zeke kept explaining, detailing the machinery schedules, safety rotations, and where not to walk or stand during rebar lifts. But neither Harry nor Jordan was listening. They were completely locked into each other. Jordan’s tongue flicked over his lips every time Harry tilted his head. Harry’s fingers kept tugging at the hem of his shirt. Jordan’s gaze darted between Harry’s beautiful eyes and his mouth, and he observed the curves of his lean, fit body.

And when Jordan wasn’t staring at Harry, he glanced back at Zeke—mouth parted slightly at the sight of that massive belly shifting with movement and the occasional wet spot spreading further over Zeke’s chest.

Suddenly, Zeke stiffened and gasped. “Damn—shit—” he hissed. He grabbed at his chest as milk poured down both sides of his tits, drenching his shirt in heavy patches. “Shit, they’re going wild,” he said, standing up awkwardly and making the chair creak as he leaned to one side. “I gotta go hook up—hold tight, you two.”

Zeke waddled out quickly, as much as his body allowed, rubbing his chest with one hand and supporting his belly with the other. The door thudded shut behind him, and Jordan stared, stunned. Harry smirked, aware of what had just happened.

“What... was that?” Jordan asked, blinking.

“That’s my dad,” Harry responded. “He’s okay. He only needs to pump.”

“...What?” Jordan responded, confused.

Harry leaned back, smirking at Jordan’s cuteness. “Yeah. Zeke is my dad. He’s pregnant, six months with his second set of sextuplets, to be precise. He gave birth to six babies… six months ago. What you saw was his milk going outta control.”

Jordan laughed. “Get outta here.”

Harry raised a brow. “I’m serious. I wouldn’t joke about my dad.”

Jordan stopped laughing. “Wait. Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. The first time was surprising. We didn’t know what was really happening until Dad was at a clinic, giving birth,” Harry said, widening his eyes to emphasize the shock back then. “However, this time, we saw it coming. Kind of.”

Jordan rubbed his face. “But—how? Guys can’t get—”

“Well,” Harry said, standing up and stretching with a long groan, “apparently some can.”

They stayed in silence for a while until the boss's secretary walked in, clipboard in hand and a teasing smile on her lips. She lit up the moment she saw Harry. “Harry! There you are,” she said warmly, walking over with a fond smile. “You finally decided to join the team. After months of you and your brothers always showing up here with Anne and the babies—I’m surprised you don’t have your own desk by now.”

Harry chuckled. “I know! I want some money for a trip before college, and Dad said I could earn some here. But he left all of a sudden to... You know... handle his wet problems.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Well, your dad’s with the boss now. It could be a while, you know. You two might as well sit tight and get comfy.”

Harry laughed knowingly, slouching back in his chair as the secretary left. “Oh yeah. It’ll be a while. Trust me. We might as well relax,” he told Jordan, who raised an eyebrow, confused.

Then, Harry stood up again. Jordan didn’t talk—because Harry had turned to walk toward the desk, and Jordan’s gaze landed squarely on the tight, heavy curve of Harry’s bubble butt under his jeans, letting out a low, involuntary whistle.

“Man, I love some cake,” he said, a bit too loud.

Harry froze when he heard those words, blushing deeply again.

Jordan’s eyes widened. “Shit—I didn’t mean—”

Harry turned around, smirking and laughing. “No, you did.”

Jordan looked away, grinning. “Yeah. I did.”

Harry leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms, and with that same smirk his dad wore painted across his lips when he was interested in something. That moment sealed their fates. They didn’t speak much after that, but their eyes and grins said it all.

****

The tension between them increased after that. It started with stolen glances, a month of them, to be exact. Every day at the construction site, Jordan found a new excuse to wander close to Harry—whether to hand him a wrench, ask for a hand lifting something, or “happen” to be assigned to the same task. It didn’t matter what they were working on. Whether they were filling sandbags or laying temporary fencing, Jordan made it fun and hot.

Harry played along at first, casually brushing arms when they passed tools or tugging his shirt up a little when he was sweaty—only enough to flash his smooth, toned torso and the faint line of hair running from his navel downward. But Jordan was relentless, charming, and cocky, always grinning and offering compliments in a tone that moved between playful and filthy.

“Dude, you should stop walking like that in front of me when I’m moving heavy stuff,” Jordan said one morning, wiping the sweat off his forehead as Harry refilled the water cooler. “I almost tripped earlier when I saw you.”

“What do you mean? Walking how?” Harry responded, aware of what Jordan meant but pretending to be oblivious to the teasing comment.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Jordan responded, getting closer—too close—to grab a paper cup to drink some water and pushing his body against Harry’s on the way. “You should get a license to move that thing around.”

“What thing? Dude, you’re not making sense,” Harry said, instinctively pushing himself tighter against Jordan.

“That heavy load you stuff into those jeans every morning,” Jordan said, slowly moving his hands lower toward Harry’s ass.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. “You’re ridiculous. Focus on your steps instead of looking around. It could save your life,” he said, moving away but purposely swaying his hips as he walked away to tease a heated-up Jordan.

Zeke had been too distracted lately to notice anything. Between juggling blueprint reviews, supply logs, and constant meetings with the boss—plus the nonstop leaking from his overworked tits and the heavy swell of his heavily pregnant belly—he barely looked up from his desk during lunch breaks. His massive pecs soaked through his work shirts by noon, and he always excused himself to go pump or rub the kicking babies calm in a side room with a towel over his chest. So Harry’s too-close friendship with Jordan had gone unnoticed. And the teasing only intensified.

“Damn, Harry,” Jordan whispered one afternoon while they bent over a stack of rebar ties, “you could bounce a brick off that ass.”

Harry snorted, blushing, but didn’t move away. “You’re obsessed.”

“Guilty,” Jordan murmured, stepping close enough that their arms brushed. “And you love it. You can’t deny you like it when we’re this close.”

He wasn’t wrong. And slowly, Harry fell for the most charming guy he had ever met. Things changed exactly a month after they had started working together. It was a hot, dry, and quiet day around noon—most of the crew had gone off-site for lunch. Zeke had vanished into the boss’s office for their daily meeting. The man was 7 months pregnant, and Harry knew his dad was horny, which meant he would spend the rest of the day with the boss.

Harry had been refilling a crate of harnesses in the back supply room when Jordan slipped in behind him and quietly shut the door. Then, he locked it.

“Hey,” Jordan said casually, grinning as he saw Harry bending forward. “Now that’s a great way to greet me.”

Harry didn’t look up. “Shut up. We’re supposed to be working.”

Jordan leaned against the shelves like he owned the place. “You’re the supervisor’s son. Don’t pretend like you care.”

Harry turned, crossing his arms and smirking at Jordan. “What are you doing?” Harry asked, though he already knew. “What do you want? Wanna see some skin?” he added, quickly lifting his t-shirt to show his firm, slightly hairy abdomen.

Jordan slowly approached. “A month of flirting, and that’s the best you’ve got?”

Harry’s voice dropped. “A month of flirting and you keep talking. Are you gonna kiss me or what?” He said, playfully grinning.

Jordan grabbed him by the waist and yanked him in. The kiss was messy, rushed, and hungry. Their mouths crashed together as their breaths blended and their tongues played around. Jordan’s hands roamed instantly, gripping Harry’s waist, slipping under his shirt to feel the warm skin of his back and the soft fuzz of hair that trailed up his spine.

Harry moaned into it, gripping Jordan’s biceps, overwhelmed by the size and heat of him. Jordan was solid muscle—broad, tall, and strong—and the way he backed Harry into the metal shelving and the way his mouth dropped to Harry’s neck and sucked melted all resistance instantly. Harry quickly surrendered entirely.

Shirts came off in a frenzy. Jordan groaned when he got Harry’s tee off and saw the downy trail of hair over his abdomen and the small patch of light chest fuzz that was beginning to grow in. His hands roamed everywhere—across Harry’s ribs, his hips, and down to cup his thick ass and squeeze.

“Fuck,” Jordan hissed. “You’ve been hiding this from me? You’re more than just cake.”

“I guess I am,” Harry teased, almost breathless. “But I didn’t know you were so into cake. You should’ve mentioned it before,” he said, making fun of what Jordan had said when they met.

Jordan dropped to his knees and bit the waistband of Harry’s jeans. “I’m into everything about you. You’re so perfect.”

The rest of their clothes vanished in seconds. The supply room was cramped, but it didn’t matter. Jordan backed Harry up onto a crate of reflective vests and leaned over him, kissing and groping. Harry sprawled back, with his legs spread around Jordan’s hips. His thighs trembled as Jordan grabbed his ass, hoisted him slightly, and settled between them. They continued kissing for what felt like an eternity, and their cocks hardened between them.

Harry’s 9-inch-long cock rose to full mast within seconds, responding to the intensity of the moment. Jordan’s cock was massive, beyond Harry’s wildest dreams. He had known it would be huge because he had felt it through Jordan’s jeans when they worked side by side, but the reality of it made his breath catch. The 12.5-inch-long, heavy, and thick cock brushed against Harry’s thigh as Jordan lined himself up.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Jordan whispered.

Harry was already nodding, eagerly biting his lower lip with intense desire. Jordan obeyed and pushed forward against Harry’s hole, which offered initial resistance. But Jordan slid in with a groan that rattled through both of them, holding Harry tight as he buried himself deep in one long stroke. Harry gasped, clutching Jordan’s shoulders, and feeling every inch stretch him open. The sensation was so intense that both trembled violently.

They fucked like they couldn’t get enough. Sweaty skin slapped against skin. Jordan thrust hard, holding Harry’s legs up around his waist, as his body rocked the crate and made the entire shelf rattle behind them. His bull balls slammed loudly against Harry’s ass cheeks, accentuating the force of the pounding. Harry moaned nonstop—low and desperate. His voice broke when Jordan shifted angles and hit a spot that made him see stars. It was their first time, and nothing could’ve prepared them for such an intense experience.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jordan growled, leaning in to bite softly at Harry’s neck. “You were made for this.”

Harry’s nails dug into his back. “Oh… Please, don’t stop!”

Jordan chuckled darkly and slammed deeper. “Not planning to.”

Harry cried out as his body twitched under the relentless rhythm. Jordan grabbed his thighs harder, spreading him wide, and watching every reaction with obsessive hunger. Sweat beaded down their bodies. Harry’s abdomen bulged with each thrust, clearly showing the outline of over a foot of cock rearranging his guts. The sensation was indescribable, and as Jordan sped up and leaked pre-cum into his guts, Harry could only moan in pleasure and beg for more.

Then, Jordan groaned and pushed in as deep as he could, making Harry’s eyes roll into his head, and shot a massive load that made Harry’s insides feel warm as his abdomen bloated slightly with the pressure from within. After his cock stopped shooting, Jordan stayed there, panting into Harry’s neck. And then he pulled back and started again.

They went at it a second time—slower, deeper, and more drawn out. Jordan’s hands never left Harry’s hips. He whispered every filthy thought he’d ever had into Harry’s ear, praised every inch of his body, kissed his lips, and bit his lower lip. And when Harry’s belly swelled a bit more after round two, Jordan could barely control himself. He could’ve gone for a third round without a second thought, but he knew it wasn’t the right place for that.

By the time it was over, they were both drenched, shaking, and laughing breathlessly. Harry’s legs were wrapped around Jordan’s waist, keeping him tightly pressed against him. His belly was visibly bloated with two massive loads of warm cum. And both guys couldn’t stop smiling while catching their breath.

Harry pulled himself closer to Jordan, brushing sweat from the guy’s brow. “You’re insatiable. Two rounds and you’re still hard.”

Jordan chuckled, feeling his cock throb again inside Harry. “You’re the one who has me locked in with your legs.”

Harry laughed, and they kissed passionately. They spent a couple more minutes in that position before Jordan finally pulled out with a wet pop, and Harry gasped at the empty sensation. They dressed in a rush—shirts backward, boots loose. They stumbled out of the supply room minutes later, flushed and glowing, trying not to look at anyone. No one noticed.

Zeke was several trailers over, busy hooking himself up to his pumps, groaning softly as his swollen tits let down milk in thick streams. His belly was impossibly big at seven months, shifting as one of the babies kicked hard. He barely looked up when Harry wandered back into the office ten minutes late, sweaty and red-faced.

“Hey, kiddo. Where have you been?” Zeke said, looking at some designs on his computer while the pumps milked his overproductive tits.

“I… uhm… I had a big lunch and accidentally fell asleep in the supply room,” he lied.

Zeke laughed, not eating the story, but he figured it couldn’t be anything serious. Harry had always been a good guy anyway. “You’d better be careful with what you eat, boy. You don’t want to end like your old man, don’t you?” he said, patting his massive, hairy belly.

Harry tensed but nodded. He knew his dad didn’t suspect anything, but the comment was still funny given the circumstances. But still, in Harry’s mind, only one thing remained: Jordan’s promise to fuck him again the following day, secretly wanting for it to repeat every single day. He couldn’t help but caress his lower abdomen, marveling at how much cum Jordan had pumped into him, and eager to feel even fuller and heavier.

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PN: This story takes place in the "Heavy" universe, following Zeke's eldest son, Harry, as he experiences firsthand what his dad has gone through. Part 1 takes place a couple of months before Heavy Load's Epilogue. ENJOY!