A Dad's Struggles - Part 6

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A while later, the front door slammed behind Jack’s partner like the final beat of a funeral drum. The sound was so dry and loud that it felt unforgiving and absolute. Jack stared blankly at the now-empty space, unable to blink in shock as his lips parted in silence. Her words still cut through his mind and heart—sharp, cold, and irreversible. She hadn’t said goodbye to Liam or Joe. She hadn’t even looked back. She was simply gone.

Jack stood frozen, gripping the wall for support with one hand and the other wrapped instinctively around the massive dome of his belly. Its weight was suddenly more unbearable than ever as the eight restless babies twisted and turned in response to his rising distress. Their movements were frantic, almost panicked, like they could feel their daddy’s heart breaking—the shock, anger, sadness, and helplessness.

However, beneath it all, Jack felt a cold and steady relief. He had known deep down for months that their relationship had already died the moment he found out about the pregnancy. She didn’t look at him like before. The distance had grown until it became unbearable. Maybe now that she was gone, they could both stop hurting each other. However, the pain remained, especially when Jack heard Liam’s sobs.

Jack blinked back tears, trying to focus, trying to breathe, but everything felt too much. The room tilted slightly. It felt like the floor was no longer stable. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to fall to the ground and weep until it was all gone. But all he could do was brace himself and keep standing, because his children still needed him—all of them. He couldn’t fall apart now.

Bastian was still beside him, visibly stunned but supportive in the best possible way. “Hey,” he said softly, sliding an arm under Jack’s elbow. “I think you should sit down.”

Jack was too exhausted to resist, so he allowed Bastian to guide him back to the couch. The leather cushions groaned beneath his weight as he sank into the seat, trembling from exertion and emotion. Liam ran to his side and curled up against him, with tears welling in his eyes. He was too young to understand some things, but he knew something was wrong. Thankfully, Joe was asleep, blissfully unaware that his mom had abandoned him.

“Daddy? Where’s Mommy going?” Liam asked, resting his head against Jack’s side.

Jack didn’t answer right away. He tightly wrapped one arm around his son and rubbed his belly with the other. “I don’t know, buddy,” Jack finally whispered, unable to hold his tears back. “But we’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Bastian sat down on the coffee table across from them. “Hey, I know this isn’t the best moment, and I can’t fix any of this, but I just wanted you to know that… you’re not alone in this. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

Jack nodded numbly, not really processing Bastian’s words. His situation was far from ideal. He had no job, no money, and no partner. He was eight months pregnant with octuplets and two small children in his care. His eyes started to sting with the threat of tears, then something clicked.

“Wait... what did you say? Right before she came in?” Jack asked suddenly, locking eyes with Bastian.

Bastian smirked, moving to sit beside him on the couch. He placed his warm hand on Jack’s belly and leaned in to whisper beside his ear. “I told you I was the man from the bar.”

Jack blinked, stunned. “What?”

“The one-night stand you don’t seem to remember? That was me,” Bastian continued, teasingly. “And I guess these eight babies in here are mine. Which means you’re not doing this alone. Not now. Not ever. I’ll help. Financially, emotionally, or whatever you need. I’ll help raise Liam and Joe, too.”

Jack’s heart skipped a beat as Bastian gently rubbed his massive, hairy belly. He shivered, unsure whether it was fear, relief, or something else entirely. He was confused, but something was clear: Bastian’s touch felt fantastic.

“I only ask for one thing in return,” Bastian added, dropping his tone to sound serious.

Jack turned his head slightly, curiously looking at Bastian’s eyes. “What is it?”

Bastian’s lips brushed against his cheek. “I want us to repeat what we did that night. And maybe... maybe we can build something more together.”

Jack flushed, struggling to handle the tangled mess that was his emotions. He looked down at his enormous belly, then up at Bastian. The chaos of the day was still fresh in his mind, but against all odds, he smiled—at least a little. He leaned into Bastian’s strong frame, letting the muscular man hold him, just like he was holding Liam.

“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore,” Bastian said softly, rubbing soothing circles over the taut mound of Jack’s middle. “I’ve got you.”

****

Jack sat spread on the couch five weeks later. He was nine months and one week pregnant. His belly was even larger and tauter, looking truly impossible. It jutted out in a massive, hairy, round globe that made his entire frame look absurdly off balance. The outie belly button was red and taut, poking prominently at the center, stretched to its absolute limit by the eight overdue babies—each weighing 10.5 pounds by now.

His chest had swelled just as much as his belly. His tits were rounded, heavy, and pendulous, filled with milk and glistening from the constant leaking. His darkened nipples were engorged, oversensitive to even the lightest touch, and visibly throbbed with fullness. He never imagined his chest could swell and change so much, but the closer he got to giving birth, his tits seemed to produce more milk and look rounder than any breasts he had seen.

His hips had broadened even more in recent weeks, expanding to match with the ever-expanding globes of his butt, which had ballooned into a plush, overfilled curve that strained desperately against the fabric of his overstretched briefs. These briefs were his last wearable piece of clothing, clinging on by will alone, barely hiding a portion of his ass cheeks and straining to contain the increasing fullness of his balls. His tits, ass, and belly gave him a curvaceous shape, but at least his balls reminded him that he was a man.

Jack was flushed with heat as sweat beaded along his tits and the underside of his belly. He spread his thighs for balance as every breath made his whole body rock. His feet were swollen beyond belief, forcing him to be barefoot all the time. Everything was challenging, and even shifting slightly made him groan loudly. Each joint felt stiff and overused, and his lower back throbbed with constant dull pain.

It was nearly impossible to find comfort, but despite the monumental discomfort, Jack kept going, dealing with his overburdened body and holding on with strength as he waited for the moment that would finally bring relief. However, he was one week overdue, desperate to give birth, but the babies didn’t seem to want to come out.

Every breath was labor. Every motion was a chore. Jack felt like a beached whale, barely able to move. His skin itched and tingled from how far it had stretched. His nipples were dark and puffy, glistening with leaked milk, and one of them was currently nestled in Joe’s mouth as the 11-month-old baby happily nursed.

Jack groaned softly as Joe sucked soundly and with enthusiasm. “Easy, buddy,” he whispered, running his fingers through the boy’s soft hair. “You’re gonna drain me dry,” he added, but immediately chuckled. “Yeah, right, like it was possible. I swear I could feed the whole town with these tits. But enjoy them before your brothers come out.”

Liam sat cross-legged on the floor across the room with a plastic fire truck and a stuffed giraffe. He occasionally glanced at Jack’s belly with fascination and curiosity. “Daddy, are the babies ever coming out?” he asked.

“Hopefully soon,” Jack sighed, wrestling his free hand atop his enormous belly. The babies were constantly shifting, creating lopsided bulges with their feet and elbows.

“I wanna meet them, Daddy,” Liam said, smiling. That smile meant so much to Jack.

Despite the exhaustion, that smile convinced the heavily pregnant man that everything would be okay. The storm had passed. It hadn’t been easy adjusting to life without his partner. There were moments when Liam asked if she’d come back, and Jack never knew what to say. Joe was too young to understand anything besides wanting milk and snuggles, but Liam’s understanding was deeper. But they’d all moved on, piece by piece, reaching peace.

Much of that peace came from Bastian. Since that day, Bastian had been true to his word. He came over every single day. He helped with meals, brought diapers and groceries, installed all eight cribs and changing tables in the nursery, and even read bedtime stories to Liam when Jack was too sore and tired to get out of bed. He brought toys and clothes for both boys, a teddy bear for Joe, and a superhero cape for Liam. He bought new briefs for Jack, more pillows, and anything he needed to get comfortable. The young man covered everything.

Jack never asked for any of it, but Bastian always showed up. He loved it when the young man came, enjoying a lovely time together. And Jack couldn’t deny that with his broad shoulders, easy smile, and gentle hands, Bastian became the pillar Jack hadn’t realized he needed. Liam adored him, Joe reached for him without hesitation, and Jack was trying not to fall head over heels.

But it was hard not to, especially when Bastian would lean in to kiss his swollen belly every time he arrived, whispering, “Hi, little ones. Dad’s here.”

Jack smiled, thinking about Bastian as Joe finished nursing and nuzzled into his daddy’s chest. Jack let his head rest against the couch cushion, unable to stop thinking about Bastian. His massive body ached, and he was scared of the impending labor, but for the first time in months, his heart felt light. The only thing he needed right now to be completely happy was having his three older boys—James, Martin, and Daniel—with him. But it felt impossible.

Suddenly, Jack heard a car parking in front of the house as Joe finally released his nipple with a soft pop and a sleepy, milk-drunk sigh. Jack’s thoughts returned to the present as he gently repositioned Joe atop his belly. The baby boy nestled instinctively against his daddy’s broad, sweaty chest as the sound of heavy footsteps approached the front door.

“Hey!” Bastian said, warm and booming, already putting a smile on Jack’s face. “How are my favorite three—soon to be eleven—men in the world?”

Liam squealed with joy and bolted from the rug, practically throwing himself into Bastian’s arms. “Hey Bastian! You’re finally here,” the boy said as the tall man caught him, lifting him high into the air before settling him securely atop his broad shoulders. Liam wrapped his arms around Bastian’s head like it was a regular throne, and Bastian chuckled.

“I brought the gummy bears you asked for! And I got that new storybook Liam wanted,” Bastian said, walking across the living room and quickly approaching the pregnant man.

Jack let out a grunt as he adjusted Joe, carefully supporting his little body with one arm while leaning slightly forward to begin burping him. Joe was heavy now, and the position wasn’t easy with his massive belly on the way, shifting under the weight and pressing into his thickened thighs. It made Jack’s breath come in short gasps. He had to arch his back and push his tits out even more to balance everything right. His enormous chest heaved with each breath as he tapped Joe’s back in a steady rhythm.

Bastian set the bags down, grinning, and leaned in to place a gentle hand on Jack’s belly. “Hey there. How are we doing today? Are the babies behaving themselves?”

Before Jack could answer, Liam piped up from Bastian’s shoulders, “They’ve been moving all day! It’s like they’re having a party!”

Bastian laughed, rubbing the round dome and leaning in to kiss the hairy surface before sitting right beside Jack. “They’re probably excited to hear their dad’s voice. Right, babies?”

Jack smiled warmly at the words, flushed but grateful. He reached his free hand to rest it over Bastian’s, letting their fingers touch across the curve of his belly. Then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed Bastian’s lips. He had been avoiding those types of actions, especially in front of Liam, but Jack couldn’t resist it. It felt right. It felt too good not to do it.

Bastian blinked in surprise, then grinned widely before leaning down to steal another kiss, making Liam giggle. “Well,” Bastian said, breathless, “I can get used to doing this.”

Jack chuckled, blushing and rubbing his belly. “Maybe that’ll happen more often if you keep being this good to me and my boys.”

“Deal,” Bastian whispered, and reached to take Joe from Jack’s shoulder. The baby sighed contentedly and nuzzled against Bastian’s neck as he began burping him with ease. It was like the baby felt safe in the young man’s arms.

Jack let his arms fall and sighed gratefully, sinking back into the couch. Everything felt right. Watching Bastian cradling Joe while Liam played with his hair atop his shoulders, Jack couldn’t help how his heart thudded warmly. It had been a long, chaotic journey, but this moment—the domestic calm—felt like home.

He ran his hands over the surface of his belly, feeling the babies inside shifting and writhing like a bunch of wrestlers. He still wasn’t used to how huge he had become, but Bastian’s help made it easier to accept and handle.

“Are you hungry?” Jack asked, instinctively pushing himself forward to stand up. “I could make you a sandwich while you finish with Joe.”

Bastian nodded but said, “I can eat later. I don’t want to put any more stress on you.”

Jack laughed and slowly worked his way off the couch, groaning with the effort. “I look like a beached whale, but I’m not helpless. Sit tight. I’ll make you a snack.”

Bastian started to stand. “Let me help you up at least—”

“Nope,” Jack insisted, huffing as he braced both hands on the arms of the couch, then pushed himself upright with a long, drawn-out groan. “I can do it... slowly.”

Jack was enormous. His belly swung low in front of him as the full weight pulled down with such force that it felt like it could physically anchor him to the spot. Every step required effort and care. His legs spread wide apart to accommodate the girth of his belly and the growing tension in his hips. His swollen balls pressed uncomfortably against the already-stretched fabric of his briefs, forcing him to adjust with awkward steps.

His hairy, milk-swollen tits had ballooned as well, jiggling visibly with every movement as the darkened nipples brushed against the top of his belly with the slightest sway. Sweat glistened in the thick curls dusting his chest and across his lower back, which he clutched with one hand as he waddled forward.

His butt was massively round and thick, visibly bouncing with each step and contributing to the almost exaggerated sway of his hips. The briefs he wore were far too tight, digging into his inner thighs and barely holding on over the full, wobbling curves of his butt. Each groan and grunt that escaped his lips expressed the strain and determination as he kept moving forward, gasping with every bump of a baby’s elbow or jab of a heel. Still, Jack pressed on, fighting to maintain balance and composure, despite feeling like he could burst at any second.

He waddled toward the kitchen, pausing at the doorway to catch his breath. “You’ve done so much already, Bastian. Let me do this one thing.”

Inside the kitchen, Jack carefully navigated around chairs and counters. Reaching up was nearly impossible now, so he focused on things he could reach easily—bread, cheese, and some cold cuts already prepared in the fridge. Even those simple tasks made him breathless. Every move pushed the babies against his ribs, and each stretch of his arm pulled at the tender muscles in his hips and back.

Still, he carefully and lovingly prepared the sandwiches, working slowly and balancing between breaths and pressure. He winced as a foot jabbed beneath his ribs and nearly dropped the breath, but caught it against his belly, making him chuckle breathlessly. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re hungry too. Or maybe you want to come out.”

As he reached for a plate, his stance widened instinctively to accommodate a growing pressure in his hips. Something was changing. The babies were shifting lower, but before Jack could process this, he heard Bastian’s footsteps coming.

“Hey,” Bastian said from behind. “Joe’s down for his nap. Liam’s watching a movie.”

Jack turned his head, blushing as Bastian stood behind him and wrapped him in a hug. Bastian’s strong arms slid around his sides, and the heat of the young man’s body made him shiver. Bastian’s hands moved lovingly over the stretched skin of Jack’s massive belly, then slid upward along the heavy curves of his tits, grazing the sensitive area beneath his nipples. Jack shivered, gasped, and leaned slightly back into the embrace.

Bastian pressed in closer, pushing his broad chest against Jack’s back, and his big bulge nestled directly between Jack’s thick ass cheeks. The sensation made Jack tremble. He felt Bastian’s breath on his neck as the taller man nuzzled him and whispered something low and indecipherable. He felt Bastian’s cock throbbing against his ass, and Jack gasped softly as his own cock stirred inside the too-tight briefs. It was all it took for the fabric to give up.

Both heard a loud rip. The overstressed brief gave out with a loud tear, right down the back. Jack gasped again, mortified and flustered, while Bastian broke into an amused laugh.

“Oh no,” Jack groaned, laughing and blushing at the same time.

Bastian smiled, kissing Jack’s neck. “It was the last pair I bought, wasn’t it?”

“Yep. The biggest pair,” Jack whispered. “They were holding on for dear life.”

“I guess I’ll have to go shopping again. But maybe... for now, we let you rest,” Bastian said, gently cradling the underside of Jack’s belly. “Your belly is lower than when I came in. That’s a sign. They’re coming soon.”

Jack exhaled heavily. He could feel it too. His whole body was shifting, preparing to bring the babies into the world. “You’re probably right. Resting sounds fantastic.”

Bastian grabbed the snack plate and carefully held Jack’s arm as they walked out of the kitchen. They headed toward the bedroom, silently enjoying each other’s warmth.

“You know,” Bastian said, with a mischievous glint in his eye, pushing his body tighter against Jack. “There’s a fun way to help induce labor.”

Jack let out a breathless snort. “We’ve tried that every day for three weeks, remember? I’m still huge, still pregnant.”

Bastian chuckled, dipping his voice lower as he gently ran his hand along the side of Jack’s belly. “True. But it’s been a lot of fun trying. You won’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed it, considering how you beg for more. And honestly? I’m ready to meet them. Really ready.”

Jack turned his head only enough to flash him a playful grin. “Then what are you waiting for, big guy? Come on. Make me pop with the same tool that got me so pregnant.”

Bastian’s eyes darkened with hunger, and his smirk widened. He kicked the bedroom door shut, flipped the lock with a quiet click, and began removing his clothes. “Gladly.”

By the time Jack turned fully to face him, Bastian was already pulling his shirt over his head, and the muscles of his chest flexed so beautifully that he couldn’t help but gasp. Bastian stepped forward, bare-chested, and reached out to gently cradle the sides of Jack’s belly before leaning in to claim Jack’s lips with a deep, warm, and possessive kiss.

Jack gasped into it, getting breathless as he melted into Bastian’s hands and mouth. His arms came up, looping weakly around Bastian’s thick shoulders, and for that moment, everything else—the weight, the pain, the exhaustion—faded. There was only this man, the heat, and the need. There was an undeniable attraction between them, and Jack knew it was slowly turning into love.

Jack moaned softly into the kiss, already breathless. “Careful,” he said. “I’m not made of glass, but I’m not exactly bendy anymore either.”

Bastian smiled against his lips and whispered, “Then I’ll do all the work. You enjoy it.”

Bastian guided Jack toward the bed, quickly tearing apart the remaining parts of the ruined briefs. They slowly crawled into bed, and Bastian got Jack in position. The young man removed the rest of his clothes, revealing his enormous hard cock that made Jack’s mouth water and his hole squirm in need. He hadn’t fully embraced his desire and love for Bastian, but every day was harder to deny it.

Jack grinned and spread his legs, eager as Bastian’s cock brushed against his swollen butt. And in this moment, with Bastian lovingly touching him, for the first time in a long time, Jack wasn’t afraid of what came next. He was ready to face anything because he wouldn’t be alone through all the struggles.

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PN: This story is similar to the series "Heavy" but focuses more on the domestic struggles of a very-pregnant dad than on the horny aspects of pregnancy (but we'll get there eventually). Now, poor Jack can barely stand the weight of the consequences of his choices. ENJOY.