Eight for Eight - Part 5 (Patreon)

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The weeks kept passing, and Levi’s body kept expanding. At some point, the growth stopped feeling gradual and started feeling constant, like he was waking up bigger every single morning, no matter what he did. The pregnancy had taken over his entire life. Most days followed the same rhythm: eating, resting, shifting around trying to get comfortable, napping, eating again, and trying to survive the discomfort of carrying eight growing babies.

The only real physical activity he got anymore came from the awkward, exhausting attempts to deal with the constant horniness his hormones kept throwing at him. The problem was that he couldn’t even reach his crotch properly anymore. Every attempt turned into an uncomfortable struggle full of grunting, sweating, and frustrated groans while his massive belly shook between him and his cock.

Half the time, Levi gave up and collapsed back against the couch or mattress, panting, flushed, and still painfully pent up. “This is torture,” he said more than once, rubbing his belly while the babies rolled around inside him, unaware of his misery.

Still, the hormones never stopped, and neither did the frustration, especially as his body kept getting bigger and heavier by the day.

Levi never left the cabin, mostly because moving around had become exhausting. His body felt enormous in every possible way. His belly had ballooned so far outward that it was ridiculous. It rested heavily in his lap when he sat, pushed firmly against the mattress when he lay down, and swayed with an overwhelming weight every time he walked.

And the rest of him had followed. His thighs had thickened from weeks of barely moving around. His hips looked broader every time he passed a mirror. His ass had grown heavier, rounder, and softer, jiggling noticeably when he waddled through the cabin. Even his arms had softened under the constant weight gain. The hard definition he used to obsess over was gone beneath a layer of fullness that made him look strong, but no longer sharply sculpted.

Levi was always naked because clothes had become more frustrating than helpful. Waistbands dug painfully into his hips and underbelly, and shirts stretched too tightly across his belly and chest. Anything restrictive made him feel overheated within minutes. So the cabin had slowly turned into a private little bubble where he stopped pretending he could fit into his old life.

The babies never seemed to stop anymore. They rolled against one another constantly, moving beneath the tight, stretched skin of his belly and making his entire orb lurch unexpectedly. Some movements were soft, but others made him groan aloud and grab at the nearest surface for support.

“Okay—damn,” he said one afternoon when a kick hit under his ribs, hard enough to steal his breath. “You guys are huge already. Calm down.”

The babies answered with another heavy roll. Levi sighed and slowly rubbed the side of his belly, as if that would help the constant movement stop.

His body felt constantly overheated and overly sensitive. Sometimes he would be lying on the couch half-asleep when a sudden wave of heat would spread through him for no reason at all, leaving him flushed and frustrated. Other times, it happened while he was eating, or showering, or just sitting there trying to exist peacefully for five minutes.

“Seriously?” he groaned more than once. “Can I get one normal day?”

But there weren’t any normal days anymore—not with his body changing so fast.

His chest had grown a lot over the last several weeks. What had once been broad muscular pecs had swollen into rounded mounds, overfilled with milk. His nipples had grown larger and darker, surrounded by broad, sensitive areolas that stood out clearly against the thick hair across his chest. They looked shockingly ripe, ready to feed the babies, despite the fact that he still had time left before birth.

The worst part was the leaking. At first, it had only happened occasionally, but as the days passed, it started happening way too often.

One evening, Levi was sprawled sideways across the bed naked, trying to get comfortable while the babies moved inside him. The mattress dipped under his weight as his huge belly rested heavily against the sheets.

“Alright,” he said tiredly. “Everybody, settle down for five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”

One of the babies kicked sharply against the side of his belly, making him groan.

Eventually, he managed to roll onto his side in a position that eased some of the pressure on his back. His huge belly swayed heavily with him, settling against the mattress with a deep pull that made him grunt, but at least the babies slowly settled. Their movements became gentler within his packed womb—little rolls and stretches replaced the sharper kicks.

Levi sighed long and deep, adjusting the pillow under his head. “Finally,” he said.

For a few precious seconds, he thought he had found a comfortable position. Unfortunately, rolling onto his side had pressed his swollen chest together much more firmly than usual. His heavy pecs squeezed against each other, compressing themselves uncomfortably. The pressure started feeling different, and he noticed.

Levi frowned. “Oh no,” he said.

The sensation intensified fast. Levi’s nipples were already painfully sensitive most of the time, and the pressure of his chest pressing together sent a sharp ache straight through him. The swollen areolas tightened visibly against the dark hair across his pecs as the fullness beneath suddenly became unbearable. Before he could even move away, the leaking started.

Milk burst from both nipples in thick streams, soaking through the hair on his chest before splattering across the sheets underneath. Levi jerked hard in surprise with a loud groan, which only made his belly wobble heavily and wake the babies up again.

“Oh come on!” he complained breathlessly.

The leaking only got worse. Milk spread rapidly across his skin, dripping down the undersides of his pecs and trailing along his belly. His nipples throbbed painfully, and every tiny brush of movement made him hiss.

“Oh—shit,” he groaned.

Instinctively, he tried covering himself with both hands, pressing his fingers awkwardly against his nipples to stop the flow, but the touch only made the sensation more intense. Milk slipped between his fingers, coating his hands while more spilled down his chest.

“Seriously?!” Levi groaned louder. “Are you kidding me right now?”

The mess spread everywhere—across his chest, the sheets, and his belly. The sensitivity became overwhelming enough that he could barely tell whether he was more uncomfortable or embarrassed. And the worst part was that the babies were moving again. One heavy roll pushed against the side of his belly as he struggled, making him groan even more.

Levi threw his head back against the pillow in frustration. “This is unbelievable,” he said breathlessly. “Yeah, okay,” he sighed, aware that his past mistakes had gotten him into this immense trouble. “I get it. The curse is simple karma. Message received.”

His chest ached, swollen and overfull, and the skin was almost throbbing while the leak refused to stop. The more he tried to stop the mess, the worse it seemed to get. He stayed there for a moment, exhausted, sweaty, half covered in milk, while the babies continued moving inside him. And somehow, the ridiculousness of the whole thing made him laugh harder.

There was nothing he could do to make the pregnancy stop after all.

By the time he officially reached 32 weeks pregnant, the scale read 296 pounds, and Levi didn’t know whether to laugh or panic anymore.

“300 pounds,” he said slowly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m actually about to hit 300 pounds. Fantastic.”

Before the pregnancy, he had weighed 179 pounds. Back then, he had spent hours at the gym trying to stay lean and sculpted, obsessing over every pound as if it mattered. Now his body felt huge—not only pregnant but massive.

His belly pushed so far outward that it looked ridiculous from the side—a gigantic hairy orb stretched tight and shiny beneath the cabin lights. It pulled constantly on his spine, forcing him into a permanent backward lean to stay balanced. Every movement had become difficult because of it. Getting out of bed took effort, rolling over required planning and several deep grunts, and standing quickly was impossible.

Even eating had become complicated. The babies crowded his stomach and lungs so badly that a large meal could leave him sitting there panting while his belly shifted and tightened from the pressure.

“Ugh. Please,” Levi said more than once after dinner, rubbing the stretched underside of his belly. “You guys are trying to kill me.”

His whole body had a softer layer over it, and the strange part was that he didn’t hate it.

One afternoon, he stood naked in front of the full-length mirror for several minutes just staring at himself. His belly was so big that it almost looked fake, perfectly round and hairy, with his belly button fully popped outward at the center as it had surrendered weeks ago. His chest looked enormous, heavy, and round with faint white stains drying against the dark hair. His hips were visibly broader, wide enough that he had given up on wearing pants, and his ass looked massive from every angle, jiggling with the subtlest shift in his stance.

Levi slowly moved one hand across the underside of his belly as the babies kicked. “Yeah, yeah,” he said softly, smiling despite himself. “I know you’re there.”

His other hand squeezed one of his milk-laden pecs out of curiosity, and milk leaked instantly, trailing through the hair on his belly.

He stared for a second before bursting into laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Still chuckling, he slid both hands down along the sides of his hips before reaching behind himself, squeezing his thickened ass in complete disbelief. The softness there shifted heavily beneath his hand, and the touch triggered something in his already overworked body.

Levi froze. “Oh come on,” he groaned, feeling his cock hardening instantly—trapped out of reach under his enormous belly. “Seriously?” he said, moving his hands back to his middle as if trying to control himself. “That’s all it takes now?”

The hormones didn’t care whether he was exhausted or uncomfortable. His body was overheated and sensitive all the time, and even small touches triggered reactions he couldn’t control anymore. And the worst part was that he couldn’t even reach his cock to help himself.

“This curse completely wrecked me,” he said, rubbing tired circles across his belly.

However, there wasn’t nearly as much bitterness in his voice anymore.

The nightmares started changing around then as well. They still came often enough to leave Levi sweaty and breathless in the middle of the night, but they weren’t always terrifying anymore. Some felt oddly softer around the edges in ways that confused him. The fear was still there somewhere underneath, but now it mixed with something warmer and almost peaceful.

One night, Levi dreamed he was lying in the middle of a wide grassy field. The air felt soft against his skin, carrying the smell of grass and wildflowers while a gentle breeze moved through the trees around him. Eight cradles surrounded him in a loose circle, rocking slowly back and forth on their own as though invisible hands were keeping them moving.

He couldn’t see the babies inside them, but somehow he knew they were there. He could feel it with complete certainty—the same strange instinct that had been growing stronger in him for months.

When Levi looked down at himself in the dream, his old body had returned. His abdomen was flat again, and his abs were clearly defined beneath his hairy skin. His chest was lean and sculpted, the way it used to be before the pregnancy changed everything. The difference shocked him—he felt light, weightless almost.

For a moment, he sat there in stunned silence, pressing both hands against his bare abdomen. There was no massive belly pushing outward, no tight stretched skin, no heavy pressure pulling at his back and hips, and no movement rolling beneath his hands.

Strangely enough, he missed it.

He rubbed his old abs carefully, almost uncertainly, staring down at the body he had spent years obsessing over. It looked familiar, but it didn’t feel like his anymore. His eyes drifted back toward the cradles, and a sadness settled in his chest then. For the first time since the curse began, the idea of not feeling the babies anymore seemed wrong.

Then he woke up.

His breathing came fast at first while the heavy reality of his body returned all at once. The enormous weight of his belly pressed against his hands, where they had instinctively wrapped around it during his sleep. His chest heaved for several seconds while the room slowly came back into focus around him.

Then, the babies moved. A heavy roll pushed against the walls of his womb, followed by a strong kick that made the tight surface of his belly twitch. Levi groaned softly and instinctively tightened his hold around the huge orb.

“You guys are making me lose my mind,” he said sleepily as another kick answered a second later, this one sharper, almost playful.

However, despite the discomfort, Levi smiled. He stayed there for a while afterward, breathing slowly and enjoying the soft movements within his belly. Deep down, whether he wanted to admit it or not, things didn’t feel as terrible anymore.

Through it all, he was getting softer emotionally.

The babies didn’t feel like a burden anymore. They had become part of his daily thoughts, part of the strange rhythm of his. He talked to them constantly without even realizing it at first. He complained when they kicked too hard, mumbled sleepy good mornings when he woke up, and rubbed his belly absentmindedly whenever one of them moved.

At the same time, though, the loneliness inside the cabin started hitting harder. The isolation had seemed comforting at first, necessary even, but weeks of being alone with nothing except Levi’s thoughts and the constant heaviness of the pregnancy slowly wore him down.

By the time Levi reached 35 weeks pregnant, the loneliness mixed with nerves because his body had become shockingly enormous. He was well over 300 pounds, huge enough that even moving from room to room left him breathless. His belly jutted massively outward from his body. The skin stretched so tightly across it that it shone, and the constant movement made it feel chaotic every second of the day.

The doctor still came to check on him every so often, but those visits stayed brief and clinical: blood pressure, weight, measurements, and heartbeats.

“How are they looking?” Levi usually asked while lying back on the couch or bed with his enormous belly exposed.

“Very healthy,” the doctor answered every time. “You’ve got eight big boys there.”

That always made Levi groan and smile at the same time. “Fantastic,” he said during one visit while rubbing his overstretched skin. “Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

The doctor never asked how Levi himself was feeling beyond the medical side of things. He stayed professional, polite, and focused entirely on the pregnancy. Levi didn’t expect anything else, though. But after the doctor left, the cabin always felt even quieter than before.

Then, the doctor called one afternoon. “There’s been an emergency at the hospital,” he explained over the phone. “I can’t make the home visit today. I’m sending someone else.”

Levi’s stomach dropped when the doctor mentioned sending someone else. The idea alone made anxiety spread through him instantly. He had gotten used to the routine with his usual doctor. The quick clinical visits were predictable, professional, and safe in their distant way. Someone new meant new eyes seeing him like this for the first time.

After hanging up, he spent nearly 20 minutes staring at his phone while the babies inside him moved restlessly. More than once, he typed out messages trying to cancel the appointment. “Sorry, I’m not feeling well today.” “I think I’m okay waiting until next week.”

Each time, he stared at the screen for a few seconds before deleting the words again. Deep down, he knew he needed the checkup, especially now that the pregnancy had become so intense. The babies were huge; his body was under constant strain, so avoiding medical visits out of embarrassment wasn’t an option anymore, no matter how badly he wanted to hide.

Eventually, the knock came. Levi had been sprawled sideways across the couch when he heard it, and the sound froze him immediately. His stomach tightened with nerves.

“Oh, here we go,” he said, almost sarcastically.

Getting up was a challenge, and the movement woke the babies up. Several of them rolled at once, hard enough to visibly distort the tight, hairy surface.

“Guys,” Levi groaned tiredly. “Please behave for five minutes.”

They completely ignored him.

He looked down at himself in mild panic, then realized he was completely naked. At this point, it was normal for him, but the thought of a stranger seeing him so pregnant made heat spread across his face. His most comfortable option ended up being a towel wrapped low around his waist and one of his old shirts stretched awkwardly over his upper body.

The shirt used to fit him perfectly before the pregnancy. Now it barely covered his swollen chest and stopped embarrassingly high, leaving his entire massive belly exposed like some ridiculous crop top.

Levi stared down at himself with disbelief. “This is humiliating,” he said.

Another knock echoed through the cabin before he could overthink it any longer.

“Coming,” he called breathlessly.

He waddled slowly toward the door, with one hand pressed firmly against the aching small of his back while the other stayed protectively at the side of his belly. His movements had become painfully slow because of the overwhelming weight pulling at his middle.

By the time he reached the door, he was already out of breath. He hesitated for a second, with his hand on the knob, before finally opening the door.

Levi’s eyes widened immediately. The man standing outside looked young, probably around Levi’s age. He was tall, with broad shoulders beneath a fitted dark jacket and neatly styled hair. His eyes were bright, warm, and calm, and the smile on his face made the entire doorway feel strangely welcoming. The man was handsome—very handsome.

“Hello. You must be Levi,” the man said calmly, offering a charming smile. “I’m Aaron. I’m here for your home visit.”

Levi blinked at him for a second longer than he meant to. Suddenly, he became painfully aware of every inch of his swollen body—the towel hanging low around his waist, the stretched shirt barely covering his swollen chest, and the enormous belly jutting heavily between them.

Still, Aaron didn’t look shocked. That was the part that caught Levi off guard the most. There was no awkward hesitation, no startled expression, and no obvious attempt not to stare. Aaron stood there smiling politely like Levi wasn’t some massively overinflated pregnant disaster standing half naked in a cabin doorway.

The silence stretched slightly too long before Levi realized he was still staring. “Right,” he said, clearing his throat awkwardly and blushing. “Uh. Yeah. That’s me.”

Aaron’s eyes moved briefly toward Levi’s belly when one of the babies stretched visibly near the front. “That looks uncomfortable,” he said gently.

Levi let out a breathless laugh. “You have no idea.” Then, another kick hit right on Levi’s lungs, making him grunt as his hand moved to caress his hairy abdomen.

Aaron’s expression softened slightly. “You okay?” he asked.

The question caught Levi off guard because it didn’t sound clinical. Aaron wasn’t asking about blood pressure, contractions, or symptoms—he meant Levi himself.

Levi then felt something stir in his chest while Aaron kept looking at him like none of this shocked or disgusted him. It had been a very long time since someone looked at him that way.

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PS: This story is based on woodywood101's post on tumblr, featuring Levi Conely.