Heavier Heir - Part 2 (Patreon)

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After their first time together, Harry and Jordan soon found themselves trapped in a heated-up routine that they couldn’t—nor wanted to—escape. Every day, they returned to the cramped, dusty room in the back to fuck like rabbits for as long as their lunch time allowed. They initially told themselves it would only be once, maybe twice, a week, but neither hesitated the next day to go back, again, again, and again.

They couldn’t help it. They had two or three desperate rounds of passionate fucking every single shift, squeezed between breaks, and every encounter left them trembling but needy for more. They would look into each other’s eyes as their sweaty bodies pressed tightly into each other, aware that what they were doing was risky. But their kisses ignited something deep within them instantly, so powerful that it bordered on instinct rather than reason.

Harry would willingly lean forward against anything available, presenting his plump ass to a captivated Jordan, who didn’t hesitate to brush his thick cock against the rounded cheeks before pushing it all the way between them, making Harry moan loudly and shiver from head to toe. The sensation never got old; it felt better every day. Harry loved how Jordan’s cock stretched him and made him feel filled to the brim, even better when the big guy shot a massive cum load deep into him—something his body always sealed in, not letting a single drop leak out.

After days of constant fucking, Harry’s usually toned abdomen started showing a noticeable outward push after each encounter: a firm heaviness that sat low under his navel and made him feel bloated. It wasn’t anything close to Zeke’s monumental pregnancies, but on his athletic torso, the change was striking because the faint curve made his work shirts stretch subtly by the end of each day.

Only the young guys knew that what caused the tiny swell was the outstanding volume of cum that Jordan pumped into Harry repeatedly. Whenever Harry pressed a hand to his middle, he could feel how taut and warm it had become and how the cum sloshed inside. The sensation made him blush every time, but deep down, he couldn’t help but love it.

When Jordan noticed how Harry smiled while caressing his bloated lower abdomen, he would look around, making sure nobody was watching, and get behind the shorter guy to wrap his arms around him. “Look at you,” he’d whisper, moving his hands over Harry’s lower abdomen while kissing his neck. “All swollen because of me. Because you needed me.”

Harry would roll his eyes, trying not to sound too pleased. “Oh, shut up! You’re the one who can’t keep your hands to yourself or your cock in your pants. You need me.”

“And you love it,” Jordan always responded, pushing his bulge against the curve of Harry’s ass—his favorite place to press his cock and balls against.

Harry did love it. He loved how Jordan’s hands moved over his body, how he held him close, how Jordan’s voice dipped when he admired Harry’s body responding to their closeness, and how their kisses always started teasing and playful but quickly deepened into something tender and passionate. And Jordan was nearly obsessed with Harry’s body, how he moved so gracefully, how his muscles tensed under his touch, how responsive he was when held firmly, and how their bodies fit together perfectly. They were addicted to each other, so in love that they couldn’t put it into words.

All along, Harry knew he had to be careful because his dad was around. He didn’t want Zeke to learn how he came to the construction site to spend every available minute of the day moaning while Jordan’s 12.5-inch cock rearranged his guts. Part of him wanted to think that Zeke, out of all people, could understand the passion that led his actions. Still, Harry knew his dad had other things to worry about, so he preferred to keep his closeness with Jordan a secret.

Zeke was eight months pregnant with the second set of sextuplets, a month after Jordan and Harry’s first time, and his heaviness showed in every step he took. He waddled slowly down the hallways, with one hand on the small of his back and the other bracing the underside of the enormous belly, rubbing absent circles into his side as if the act alone could calm the movement inside him. His shirts strained across his tits, damp where milk leaked nonstop, and the fabric could barely cover his massive belly.

Harry and Jordan tried to be careful, but one afternoon, Zeke finally caught them. They stood near the vending machines, with Jordan leaning in against Harry, so closely that their heads almost touched. Harry’s hand gently traced slow circles on the taller guy’s lower back while Jordan grinned as his hands brushed over Harry’s lower abdomen in an almost teasing nudge. Harry’s face was red, visibly enchanted as he tried to swat Jordan away playfully, but the guy didn’t move an inch from where he stood.

They hadn’t noticed that Zeke was watching them from the hallway, scanning their closeness and observing the scene. Zeke smirked, aware that his boy and this coworker were closer than they probably should have been. It wasn’t just flirting. It was the kind of behavior that said something had already happened. So, he cleared his throat as he approached.

Harry jerked slightly, turning pale. “Hey, Dad!”

Zeke chuckled, folding his arms atop his belly. “Hey, kid. How’s the grind?”

Harry shrugged. “Just taking a break.” Instinctively stepping away from Jordan.

Jordan blushed and gave Zeke a charming smile. “Good afternoon, boss,” he said brightly, and Zeke nodded in response.

Zeke’s eyes drifted lower for a second, noticing a subtle curve beneath Harry’s shirt for the first time. It was something barely noticeable, but Zeke had a trained eye. He’d seen that posture before—on himself. He rubbed his own belly thoughtfully, sweeping his fingers across the tight surface while his babies kicked again, as if agreeing with his thoughts. It was funny to imagine his boy heading down the same road, but he wasn’t sure whether to feel proud, protective, or both. He still wanted to scare the guys a bit.

“You know,” Zeke said casually, rubbing his belly, “you should be careful about what you do in secret during work hours. Some things tend to stick around for months or years.”

Harry blinked, and Jordan paled. “Wha—what do you mean?”

“Not that I’m judging. But watch the desk height if you’re going to get frisky,” Zeke said.

Harry’s jaw dropped. “DAD!”

Jordan went beet red, backing up slightly. “We—we weren’t—”

Zeke lifted a hand. “I’m just saying. I’ve seen that look. And I’ve felt those flutters. Out of all the people in the world, I’m probably the only man who understands what I’m talking about,” he laughed, feeling his babies kick again, almost proudly. He winced and rubbed his side.

Harry instinctively rested a hand on his lower middle, as if checking something. Jordan’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but look down at the spot where Harry’s hand rested. Their silence was so deep that Zeke could almost hear their pounding hearts.

Zeke laughed, already turning away. “Be safe, boys. Both of you.” He waddled toward Gerald’s office, with one hand on his back and his belly leading the way.

The moment Zeke turned the corner, Harry turned pale at the idea, and Jordan whispered in panic, “Do you think you could be… pregnant?” Jordan asked.

Harry groaned and faked a smile. “He’s joking. He’s definitely joking.”

Jordan’s grin widened as panic faded. “But what if he’s not?”

Harry’s head snapped up as Jordan cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply, slowly, and passionately. Harry felt his knees weaken as Jordan’s hand slipped under his shirt to caress the soft, barely‑there curve Harry had been trying so hard to ignore.

Jordan exhaled shakily. “What if you are? What if you’re getting rounder because of me? What if I pumped you full of my kids? Dammit, that’d be so hot.”

Harry melted helplessly. He arched his back, pushing the tiny swell forward into Jordan’s hand as they kissed. “You already made me look pregnant,” he whispered. “You’ve filled me with so much cum lately. Look at me, stud.”

Jordan let out a sound that was half a laugh and half a gasp as he wrapped both arms around Harry, lifting him slightly, kissing him passionately. “Your dad’s busy with the boss for a while, right?” he asked.

Harry nodded between kisses. “Yeah. An hour at least.”

Jordan’s hands slid lower, greedily gripping Harry’s ass. “Then that means…”

“His office is empty for an hour,” Harry finished with a smirk.

The guys didn’t speak again, only grabbed each other’s hands and ran. They sneaked into the office while the secretary was away and locked the door behind them. As soon as they were safe, they collided in a hungrier kiss that stole their breath. Harry’s shirt was off within seconds, tossed aside without a thought. His chest rose and fell quickly, and he glanced down at his abdomen, slowly moving his hand over it as if trying to confirm his dad was right.

“Imagine if babies were growing in here,” Harry whispered. “Your babies. What would you do to show me how badly you wanted that?”

Jordan inhaled sharply before smirking and almost jumping to kiss Harry. The intensity wasn’t overwhelming, propelled by love and lust, by how they had surrendered to each other.  Their clothes hit the floor piece by piece as they stumbled toward the office couch, completely naked. Their bodies moved together with instinctive urgency. Harry’s subtle belly pressed softly against Jordan’s abs as they kissed. Jordan’s hands moved over Harry’s sides, slowly moving lower to knead his hips and squeeze his ass.

They barely made it to the couch. Harry sank onto his back while Jordan leaned over him, brushing their chests, abdomens, and hips together. Jordan kissed Harry breathless, as if he needed to memorize the shape of Harry’s mouth, how Harry’s body arched upward to meet him, or how that slight swell on Harry’s abdomen rose to meet the heat of his body.

Jordan leaned in, letting his heavier body settle over Harry with an intensity that stole Harry’s breath. The weight of Jordan’s broad torso enveloped Harry, making him shiver with desire as the familiar pressure of being held down by someone who desired him so fiercely overtook him. Then, Harry felt Jordan’s thick, heavy cock sliding against his thigh as its 12.5 inches pulsed hotly where it pressed along his skin. The moment Harry felt that length, his legs spread wide on instinct, eager, inviting, and wordlessly begging Jordan to take him right there.

Jordan immediately pushed in, sliding his cock into Harry’s hole for the third time that day as Harry moaned and tilted his head back in need. Harry’s body spread and stretched, softening, trembling, and welcoming the familiar intruder. His thighs drew upward, wrapping instinctively around Jordan’s hips, pulling him closer and deeper.

Jordan started pounding in slow motion, but with deep, powerful thrusts that made the couch creak beneath them. Harry arched his back beneath him, momentarily pushing his slight belly more firmly against Jordan’s abs.

“Jordan—please…” Harry whispered, and Jordan knew him enough already to know that he wanted an intense fucking, so the pounding changed gear into full force and full speed.

“If you weren’t pregnant before, I’ll make sure that you’ll end up bigger than your dad after today,” Jordan teasingly whispered into Harry’s ear as his hips pounded like a jackhammer, and Harry could barely respond with anything but moans.

*

After that day, their need for each other intensified. They fucked constantly and tried to compose themselves, but they found that neither was satisfied. Not even close. So their need didn’t stop with one risky hour or two each day. It became a pattern.

Jordan found excuses over and over, whispering, “We have time for a quick one,” with that low, hungry voice—and Harry always gave in, biting his lip before nodding, no matter how flushed or breathless he already was.

They used the storage closet, an empty conference room, the back of the file archives, and even the stairwell once when they were sure no one would come by. Any spare corner became a hideout, any lull in work became their excuse, every glance turned into a touch, and every touch turned into a fuck. Jordan was insatiable, and Harry loved every reckless, dangerous second of it.

Harry focused on the passionate moments they had together, rather than worrying about the crazy idea that he could be pregnant. He knew his dad was proof that the impossible could become possible—twice even—but Harry thought the odds that he could also become pregnant were very low. So, no matter how much Jordan loved imagining Harry swelling, full of babies, it was nothing more than a playful, kinky idea.

However, a few weeks later, Harry experienced some faint changes that he couldn’t ignore. It started with nipples as he felt a maddening itch beneath his shirts, a sudden tightening, or a slight puffiness that made them impossibly sensitive.

He kept rubbing them through his shirt without thinking, only to gasp when the friction sent waves of discomfort through his chest. The worst part was that the outlines were visible through his shirts, and even his brothers, Owen and Taylor, teased him about that.

“Bro, your nips are gonna poke someone’s eye out,” Owen said.

Taylor snorting, “Yeah. You keep rubbing them like they’re gonna explode,” Taylor said, snorting and earning a mortified groan from Harry and a laugh from their mom, Anne.

Harry tried to ignore it, but his body betrayed him with an intense hunger that he could barely control. One morning, he woke up starving so violently that it almost hurt. His stomach cramped with an emptiness that felt bottomless, as if something inside him demanded fuel. He devoured an entire breakfast casserole meant for the whole family, hardly tasting it as he shoveled forkful after forkful into his mouth, quickly finishing the final bite.

Then he raided the fridge: an entire cherry pie, three pudding cups, and four leftover rolls. Then seconds and thirds. It didn’t stop until his breathing grew heavy and his belly pushed forward against his shirt.

Zeke blinked at him over his glass of juice, stunned. His hand drifted to the side of his massive belly as if comparing the sight. “Good grief, kid. I’m eating for seven here, and I’m not as starving. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Anne raised a brow but smiled. “He’s a growing boy. Maybe he just needed it.”

Owen squinted at Harry’s stretched-out shirt. “Bro, pace yourself. If you keep eating like that, you’re gonna end up looking like Dad.”

Taylor nodded, playfully poking Harry’s slightly rounded middle. “Yeah, and then you’ll start waddling, too.”

“Cut it out,” Harry snapped, flushing, but his brothers only laughed harder.

Even Zeke couldn’t stop glancing at how Harry kept rubbing circles over his taut lower middle, just like he did when trying to soothe the weight of growing babies. He knew that having one pregnant man in the family was shocking enough, so he preferred to observe and see if Harry showed any more signs. But so far, Zeke could tell something was happening. He could feel it in his guts while Harry devoured everything he had in front of him.

At work, Jordan noticed instantly. “Are you that hungry?” he asked, handing Harry another snack during their lunchtime after their usual fucking.

Harry accepted the snack even after devouring a whole container of pasta he had somehow smuggled from the breakroom. “I feel like I haven’t eaten in days. I swear I can’t control it. And the smell of this pasta—dammit.”

Jordan blinked, stunned as Harry devoured half the portion in seconds. But then it kept happening. Every time they slipped away into some secluded corner for a moment of intimacy, Harry would pull back afterward, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, and would immediately groan, clutching his stomach.

“Jordan, I’m starving,” he would say.

The first time, Jordan laughed. The second time, he blinked. But the third time, he looked genuinely alarmed as Harry tore open a granola bar with shaking hands in the middle of kissing him. But he only adapted and began carrying snacks everywhere. He started with protein bars, fruit, and crackers. But soon he had to change to bigger things: sandwiches, pastries, or Tupperware containers with whole meals.

Jordan often fed Harry tenderly, cupping Harry’s jaw as he brought food to his lips. Once, in the tiny back corridor behind shipping, Harry was plastered against Jordan’s chest, still flushed and panting after a long fuck, and Harry whimpered, moving his hand over his abdomen as it growled loudly.

“I’m so hungry,” Harry said, and Jordan didn’t hesitate, pulling up a pastry from his pocket like he’d prepared for this.

“Open,” Jordan whispered, and Harry obeyed instantly, still breathless, still trembling, as Jordan fed him bite after bite, even brushing crumbs from Harry’s lower lip. “You’re unbelievable,” Jordan whispered. “We finish one round with me and immediately need food like you’re burning through it in seconds.”

Harry leaned his forehead against Jordan’s chest, breathing hard, nibbling at the pastry between gasps. “I can’t help it. It feels like something inside me is demanding more.”

Jordan’s expression softened. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, softly caressing Harry’s cheek. “You know I love to take care of you, and it’s becoming a full-time job. I love it,” he added, making Harry shudder, but he didn’t argue.

By the end of that week, Harry’s middle no longer returned to flatness. Even standing still, there was an outward swell that pushed against the button of his work pants and made his shirts stretch in a way they never had.

During a meeting, a coworker winked at him. “Kid, are you okay? You look kinda round.”

Harry nearly dropped a clipboard, turning pale. “I’ve just been eating too much. Cutting desserts starting today,” he said, and immediately froze and swallowed hard, realizing those were the exact words his dad used to say before finding out he was pregnant the first time.

At this point, Harry was confused and anxious about the possibility of being pregnant, but the more he looked at his dad, the more he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t possible. Zeke moved through the construction site like a walking planet with his almost-due pregnant belly looking monumental, and his construction uniform stretched to the max—still barely enough to handle him. The buttons threatened to burst around his fullness, and milk dampened the fabric in spreading patches that never had time to dry before his nipples leaked again.

His enormous hairy belly led the way, swaying with each slow step. His back arched from the strain, and his shirt rode up to expose a strip of hairy skin whenever he reached up or turned. And somehow, despite being so close to bursting, Zeke still spent hours in Gerald’s office, fucking endlessly and milking the immense tits that produced overwhelming amounts throughout the day. He needed milking often now, several times a shift, or the fullness in his chest would ache so sharply he had to grip the edge of a counter and breathe through it.

Compared to that, Harry’s issues were nothing. That’s what he told himself, over and over. So while Jordan kept teasing him, Harry kept laughing it off. Neither admitted fear nor hope. But deep down, both knew something was happening.

Things became more real one night when Harry woke up abruptly. He was shirtless as always, so the first thing he noticed was his abdomen feeling heavier, fuller, and slightly more stretched. He groaned, sitting up, and felt his pajama pants digging into the slight curve of his belly, and the elastic sitting lower than it used to. Something fluttered low inside, maybe gas, nerves, or something else.

He went to the bathroom and stared at his reflection, noticing how his belly pushed further than the night before and how his chest looked slightly puffier, too.

“Is that possible…?” He whispered, and right at that moment, the door opened.

Zeke waddled in, shirtless, barefoot, and looking ready to pop. He wore a pair of too‑tight shorts that stretched to their limit over his impossibly wide hips and huge, rounded ass. He was a day overdue, so his immense, hairy belly pushed ahead of him like a world unto itself. Faint veins traced across the taut surface as the skin stretched so tight it seemed to shine under the bathroom light. His belly looked heavy, swaying with every step in a pendulous motion.

His chest looked overinflated—skin taut and glossy, and blue veins all over the surface, with the dark hair across it matted in places from constant leaking. He was producing so much milk now that even though he had just breastfed the 9-month-old sextuplets, his tits were overflowing. A pair of white rivers glistened down his sides, unstoppable at this point, no matter how hard he tried to keep the streams under control.

His hips looked broader than ever, and his ass had grown enormous during this second pregnancy, pushed outward by months of strain and weight. His thighs brushed with each step, so he moved slowly. He had one hand on his lower back and the other bracing the underside of his gigantic middle as it shifted, stretched, and rolled with life inside.

“Da—Dad. What are you doing up so late?” Harry asked, moving his hands off his belly.

“Your little brothers were hungry, as always. I swear I need to grow more nipples to feed them more efficiently,” he said, playfully looking at his tits. “And the babies are practicing soccer on my bladder. So I need a technical stop before bed. Again.”

“Oh… okay… I just thought you were in labor,” Harry said, but turned pale as Zeke stopped and stared at him, not at his face, but at his middle.

“Harry,” Zeke said softly. “Is there anything you need to share with me? I’ve noticed how much you’ve eaten lately, and your belly is—well, you didn’t have a belly before.”

Harry panicked. “I—I-I don’t think so. I just ate a lot tonight. It’s just a food baby, right?”

Zeke’s gaze didn’t budge. “You should answer that. Honestly.” He rubbed the sides of his belly, wincing as a kick made the whole mound shift. “I told you to be careful a month ago. But be honest. How many times did you and Jordan—y’know?”

Harry stared at the floor, swallowing hard. “Too many?”

Zeke’s eyes widened. “Oh, boy.”

Zeke sighed. “Okay. We’re calling a doctor in the morning. But we keep this between us for now, alright? We don’t need your mom and brothers freaking out. Not yet.”

Harry nodded, and Zeke waddled farther into the bathroom. His massive belly swayed and bounced slightly with each slow step. His tits flopped around as the nipples continued leaking. His ass looked gigantic as it jiggled. Zeke panted heavily as his whole body was on the brink of bursting. And Harry watched him in the mirror, feeling a twisting mix of fear, awe, anxiety, and a spark of something strangely warm—even exciting.

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PS: Hey everyone, this story takes place in the "Heavy" universe, following Zeke's eldest son, Harry, from "Heavy Load." Part 2 takes place around the same time as Heavy Load's Epilogue; there's actually a scene here that was in that Epilogue. ENJOY!