Double Duty, One Man - Part 3

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Cade sat in the rocking chair, his enormous belly stretching out before him as he filled another pair of bottles with milk from his swollen pecs. The gentle hum of the breast pump was soothing, giving him a peaceful moment despite the constant chaos in his life. As the milk flowed, he absentmindedly caressed his hairy belly, his fingers tracing the stretched skin. The unborn babies were restless, kicking and turning inside him, reminding him that they could come out at any moment. Each kick made him wince, some even leaving him breathless, but he couldn’t help but love every moment.

“Babies, please, take a break. Let your daddy rest. You and your brothers have been kicking my insides for the last 18 months,” Cade said, feeling the babies slowly settling down. “That feels better. A moment of calm before you decide to come out,” he added, smiling and closing his eyes.

His mind drifted back to the months after the summer day when Joseph had fucked him long and hard on the couch, replaying the moment and smiling at the memory of such a fantastic sensation. Then he remembered the day his world had turned upside down. It had been about six weeks after his encounter with Joseph when Cade first started feeling sick. At first, it was just a mild morning nausea and a bit of dizziness, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Cade had chalked it up to stress or maybe a bug going around. But as the days wore on, the sickness grew worse. He’d wake up in the morning with a sour taste in his mouth, his stomach rolling like a stormy sea, and sometimes he’d have to rush to the bathroom, barely making it before vomiting.

By the third week, Cade’s nausea was so constant that even the sight of food made his stomach turn. He felt constantly tired, as if all the energy had been sucked out of him, and his body ached in ways he couldn’t explain. His joints felt stiffer, his lower back was sore, and his stomach felt rounder and heavier even though he ate less food. The symptoms became so evident that even Caleb—his 20-year-old son—noticed.

Caleb had come by one afternoon to check on him, concerned about his dad’s sickness. He was a spitting image of Cade when he was younger but taller and broader. “Dad, you need to see a doctor,” Caleb had insisted as he sat next to him on the couch, always protective toward his dad, watching Cade rub his aching stomach. “You’ve been sick for weeks, and it’s not going away. What if it’s something serious?”

Cade had sighed, reluctant to admit how bad he felt. He hated getting Caleb worried, but it was clear his son wasn’t going to let it go. “Fine, I’ll schedule an appointment,” Cade had agreed, aware that Caleb was right: He needed to see a doctor. And true to his word, he had called the following morning.

On the day of his appointment, Caleb insisted on coming with his dad. He drove them to the clinic, his brow furrowed with concern, even as Cade tried to convince him that it was probably nothing serious. But he had no idea what to expect. It could be cancer. It could be a stomach bug. It could be anything, but at least Caleb’s presence made him feel slightly better.

When the nurse finally called them in, Cade felt a nervous flutter in his stomach, though he tried to keep his cool. The doctor greeted them with a kind smile before starting the exam. He checked Cade’s vital signs, listening to his symptoms as Cade described his constant nausea, fatigue, and unexplained weight gain.

The doctor frowned, clearly puzzled, moving closer to palpate Cade’s abdomen. The doctor pressed his hands against the slight but unmistakable swell beneath the hair that covered Cade’s belly, making him gasp. The doctor’s eyes narrowed, asking if he could run an ultrasound, only to be sure they weren’t missing anything important. Cade exchanged a glance with his son, both looking confused. Caleb nodded, and Cade agreed to the ultrasound, though the idea of an ultrasound felt strange.

They moved to another room where the doctor had Cade lie back on the examination table. The cold gel shocked him as the doctor spread it across his lower abdomen, then began moving the wand over his hairy skin. Cade stared at the ceiling, feeling slightly embarrassed. He had only been in this situation when Caleb’s mom was pregnant, and Cade wasn’t getting the ultrasound back then. Now, Caleb stood by his side, holding his hand.

Then, the doctor suddenly froze. His eyes widened as he stared at the screen. He asked some uncomfortable questions before telling Cade what was happening. “Mr. O'Connor, you’re pregnant,” the doctor said, evidently confused at his own diagnosis.

Cade blinked, completely dumbfounded. “What did you just say?” he asked.

“Pregnant,” the doctor repeated, still staring at the screen in disbelief. “With octuplets.” He turned the monitor so Cade and Caleb could see the tiny shapes on the screen—eight little lives, all nestled within Cade’s growing belly.

Caleb’s jaw dropped. “Dad… What the hell...? How? Who?”

Cade couldn’t speak. He was too shocked, too overwhelmed by the impossibility of it all. He stared at the screen, at the undeniable proof of the eight babies inside him. His heart beat fast as he tried to process the news. And then his thoughts turned to Joseph, the only person who had ever fucked him. These babies were his. Cade didn’t know how to explain this to Caleb. He didn’t know how to process the information himself, so he only stared at his hairy abdomen, wondering how big he would get with 8 of Joseph’s babies growing inside him.

When they returned home later that day, Cade was still speechless. Caleb had questions—so many questions—but he held back. Instead, as they sat together on the couch, Caleb tried to show his dad his support.

“Dad, it doesn’t matter how this happened or who the father is. I’ll be here to help you through this,” Caleb said, hugging Cade and resting a hand on the small curve of his abdomen. “But seriously, eight babies? You couldn’t get pregnant with one or two. Thumbs up to the guy who did this to you,” he playfully added, trying to help his dad relax.

Cade’s eyes watered, his overwhelming emotions leaving him speechless. He had no idea how to deal with what was happening. He wasn’t just a pregnant man; he was pregnant with eight babies, a fact so far-fetched that he still found it hard to believe even after the ultrasound showed their tiny shapes on the screen.

During the following weeks, Cade spent many hours trying to establish a course of action about his condition. Every night, as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Cade debated whether to tell Joseph about the pregnancy. On one hand, Joseph had a right to know—after all, he was the father, but Cade couldn’t imagine how he would react. Joseph was only a college student focused on his studies, and though they had shared a moment of intense passion, Cade wasn’t sure if Joseph would want to be involved in something so weird.

“What am I supposed to say anyway? ‘Hey, Joseph, remember that afternoon on the couch? Well, you got me pregnant with octuplets.’ Yeah, sure,” he said to himself as he caressed his own abdomen, thinking about his and the babies’ future.

Cade spent many hours pondering his options, finally deciding to keep his pregnancy a secret from Joseph, who was too young to face something so challenging. Every aspect of the situation was so strange that Cade didn’t want to pull Joseph into such a messy situation. So, Cade focused on himself, always with Caleb’s supportive presence next to him.

Caleb practically moved in with his dad, determined to help however he could. He took over most of the household chores, insisting that Cade rest as much as possible. Everything was great when Cade was home, but he struggled to hide his pregnancy from others outside. Cade didn’t want to become the subject of gossip. He wasn’t ready to face the questions. Cade was a 39-year-old man, pregnant with octuplets, the result of a passionate moment with a man young enough to be his son. He couldn’t explain something like that.

At first, it wasn’t too difficult to hide his growing belly. He wore baggy shirts that concealed the slight roundness, but by the time he reached three months, the swell of his abdomen became harder to ignore. His belly stuck out noticeably, the curve undeniable even under his largest shirt. The fabric pulled tight across his middle, and though he did his best to disguise it, anyone paying close attention would’ve noticed the changes.

Cade’s body was rapidly growing. His belly swelled at a pace that startled him, growing rounder and heavier with each passing day. His hips widened, his thighs thickened, and even his pecs began to swell and soften as his body prepared for the inevitable miracle of lactation.

“You can’t be serious. I’m not only pregnant, but now I’m getting boobs,” Cade muttered to himself one morning as he dressed up for work, noticing his pecs getting softer and fuller. He buttoned his shirt and groaned, realizing the swell on his chest was visible under the fabric. He knew it was a matter of time before this unexpected growth became too obvious.

However, everything wasn’t terrible. Among the growth and the stress of trying to hide his condition, Cade couldn’t contain his tears when he felt the babies moving for the first time. He was at work, taking a break, away from his coworker’s sight, when he felt some fluttering in his belly. He didn’t pay attention to it at first, but then it intensified, quickly becoming a hard pressure from within against his stretched skin. He carefully lifted the hem of his shirt, noticing a bump on the right side of his abdomen. Then, a hard kick made him wince, and he finally realized the sensations were the babies stretching and pushing against the walls of his womb. From that moment, he felt kicks every second of the day, reminding him that his babies were getting stronger and bigger, which only meant his belly would get even larger.

By the time he reached five months, he had outgrown his wardrobe. His T-shirts no longer fit over his belly, which jutted out so far that he couldn’t see his feet. His once-comfortable pants became impossibly tight, the waistband cutting into his waist, forcing him to resort to stretchy sweatpants. And even then, his widening hips and rounded butt stretched the fabric of his sweatpants, making them look like a second skin. Even his underwear became too snug, digging into his softening hips and thighs.

“Damn, Joseph, you had to have such a potent seed. Eight babies,” he playfully said, looking down at his rounding midsection one night. He stressed about his clothing issues, but he couldn’t help but smile and move his hands down to his crotch, remembering Joseph’s touch. “You made everything feel so good while pumping me full of your kids. Hmm… so full of you, Joseph,” he whispered, closing his eyes and imagining the big guy getting on top of him again. The pregnancy hormones were messing up with his mind, making him hornier than ever, and the memory of Joseph’s body on his only made things worse.

Despite the hormonal and physical changes, Cade tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy. He continued working as long as he could, though it became increasingly difficult. Sitting behind the wheel of the truck he often had to drive was a challenge. His belly pressed against the steering wheel, making it hard to maneuver, and by the end of each day, his back ached so badly that Caleb had to give him a massage when he got home.

The hormones coursing through his body made him feel heated and horny during work hours, which only increased his discomfort. He often had to sneak to the bathroom to handle his hard-on during work hours. Everything was increasingly complicated, but Cade was stubborn. He didn’t want to leave his job—didn’t want to admit that his body was no longer capable of the physical demands—but by the time he reached six months, he had no choice.

His belly had grown so large that it became impossible to sit comfortably for long periods. The weight of his abdomen was immense, pulling on his lower back, and every time he moved, he felt the strain. His belly button, which had once been a shallow dimple, had popped out completely, a small, tight knot that stretched against the taut skin of his belly. He tried to hide it under his shirts, but with his abdomen protruding so far, there was little he could do. His pecs were rounder and more noticeable. His ass had expanded, pushing outward like twin globes of meat. His pants struggled to handle his growing backside; the fabric clung to every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The decision to leave his job was difficult, but Cade knew it was the right choice. He couldn’t risk his safety or the safety of the babies by continuing to work in such a physically demanding job. Also, he was running out of options to wear at work. Everything was too tight and too uncomfortable. The best he could do was stay home for the rest of the pregnancy.

Once Cade was home full-time, the changes in his body accelerated. His belly grew at an alarming speed, swelling to what felt like an impossible size. The skin stretched so tight that it itched constantly, and no matter how much lotion he applied, he couldn’t escape the discomfort. He had no reason to worry about clothes, so he spent his days only with tight briefs on. His hands barely got off his hairy abdomen, marveling at how firm it was and wishing for the babies to grow big and strong like their dad, Joseph, despite it meaning Cade would blow up even bigger.

His pecs also swelled faster, filling with milk long before the babies were due. They looked rounder, heavy, and plump; the skin was tight and sensitive. Cade often joked about feeling like a dairy cow as his body prepared to feed the eight babies. He referred to his chest as tits since they had changed so drastically.

Despite the physical discomfort, Cade was constantly hungry. His appetite had grown insatiable, and he found himself eating far more than he ever had before. Caleb would bring him plates of food—eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit in the mornings, sandwiches and chips for lunch, and hearty dinners of meat and potatoes in the evenings—but no matter how much he ate, Cade never felt satisfied. The size of the babies pressed on his stomach, making it hard to eat large meals, but he was constantly snacking. Part of him was worried about getting so big, but deep down, he ate so much to ensure and fuel the growth.

By the time Cade reached eight months, his body had grown so large that he could hardly move without help. His belly was massive, a huge, round orb that stuck out in front of him like a beach ball. It was so heavy that he struggled to walk as the weight pulled him forward. His back ached, his legs swelled, and even simple tasks like getting out of bed or going to the bathroom required Caleb’s assistance. His tits had swelled to huge proportions, full of milk and aching from the pressure.

As his due date approached, Cade felt like he was reaching his limit. His belly was so large that it seemed impossible for it to grow any bigger, and yet it continued to stretch and expand with each passing day. He could feel the weight of the babies pressing down on his bladder, making it impossible to go more than a few minutes without needing the bathroom. He could barely sleep, tossing and turning in a futile attempt to find a comfortable position, but no matter how he shifted, the weight of his belly made it impossible to rest.

Cade was overwhelmed and exhausted. There were days when he felt trapped in his own body, unable to do even the most basic tasks without help. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but smile when he felt the babies moving. He would lie in bed at night, his hands resting on his massive belly, feeling the babies kick and turn beneath his skin. He couldn’t wait to meet his babies, to finally hold them in his arms, but the thought of labor and giving birth to eight babies terrified him.

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Back in the present, the breast pump beeped again, signaling that he had filled another pair of bottles. Even though his pecs still felt incredibly full, the pressure was manageable, so he carefully detached the pumps and set the bottles aside.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he glanced over at the eight cribs. “You guys gave me such a hard time back then,” he said, remembering those last few days of the first pregnancy while his unborn babies started kicking again. He looked down at his massive belly, still smiling, “And you aren’t any easier. I should’ve waited longer to have another batch, but... your dad, Tommy, was... hard to resist, you know,” he added, remembering the young man who knocked him up with a second set of octuplets, only a few hours after giving birth.

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