Heavier Heir - Interlude 2 (Patreon)

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Jordan killed the engine of Zeke’s car as they arrived at the construction site with Harry. He immediately got out of the car and stretched, looking around at the dusty place and the men arriving for another day of hard work. He then turned to look at the passenger seat, where Zeke rubbed his belly and groaned softly, and then at the back seat, where Harry seemed cramped even though he was alone. Jordan loved the scene, so he could only smile at the pregnant men.

Jordan opened Harry’s door and watched his boyfriend for a moment. The pregnant guy stayed seated, taking deep breaths and rubbing the side of his belly with one hand while gripping the seat with the other. At 28 weeks with nine large babies, his body had grown beyond anything that could be considered normal. The pregnancy had outgrown his balance, his stamina, and his ability to handle everything.

His belly was huge, stretched so much that the surface seemed to glisten under the lights. It pulled him forward no matter the positions he was in, looking overpacked and ready to burst as if there wasn’t an inch of space left inside. Whenever the babies moved—which happened almost every second of the day—the outlines of hands, feet, knees, or elbows were clearly visible across the taut skin.

Harry’s tits were round and firm, way too full and productive for this stage, but they already rested heavily on top of his belly. They pushed his shirt out as much as his abdomen, stretching the fabric thin and showcasing the shape and size of his nipples—swollen and so hard that it was impossible not to look at them. His t-shirts were usually damp in spots where they couldn’t keep up when the occasional leaking started—much to Harry’s frustration.

His hips had widened even more, his thighs were thicker, and his ass had grown a lot—huge and heavy, perfectly round, and pulling his pants so tight that it was a miracle that the fabric and the seams survived a whole day of activities.

Nothing he wore fit anymore. His shirt rode up no matter how much he tugged it down, losing the fight against his belly and tits. His pants sat low on his hips, stretched across his ass and thighs, barely holding on. Even sitting, everything felt tight, as if his clothes were one wrong move away from giving up.

Harry sighed, slightly annoyed by the fact that he needed Jordan’s help to do something as simple as getting out of the car. “I still don’t like this.”

Jordan leaned in with a grin, softly kissing Harry’s cheek. “I know. But it doesn’t mean your dad and the boss are wrong. You need to stay home.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry said, not arguing at this point. He moved a bit and winced as the babies stretched in different directions. “I know; I get through today, and I’m officially useless.”

“You’re not useless,” Jordan said, helping him up like he’d done a hundred times. “We’re just reassigned you to eating and growing.”

Harry snorted, leaning forward into Jordan’s arms. “I’ve been doing that already.”

At this point, Zeke was already out of the truck, adjusting his stance as if it were second nature. At 20 weeks into his third pregnancy, his body looked like everything had been expanded a lot more than it probably should. As he straightened, his shirt rode up, exposing the lower part of his hairy belly—which looked taut over his third set of sextuplets. Anyone who paid enough attention could see the faint lines and veins beneath the hair, and the surface changed frequently with little kicks, rolls, or stretches from within.

His tits were massive, resting right on top of his belly like overfilled bean bags and stretching his shirt to its limits. They pulled his shoulders forward, forcing him to arch his back for balance. The areolas were wide and dark, and his nipples were ridiculously swollen after feeding 12 hungry babies before leaving home. They were always hard, poking out so clearly that it looked like they might push through his shirt if he moved the wrong way.

Below the roundness of his tits and belly, his hips were wider, his thighs thicker, and his ass so massive that the seams of his pants looked on the verge of splitting. His cheeks swayed and jiggled when he waddled, adding another layer of strain as he constantly adjusted to stay balanced. Beneath the heavy belly, his balls were very swollen from the hormones, barely visible but always sensitive and responsive to motion.

Still, compared to Harry, he moved more easily. Zeke rested a hand at the small of his back, then straightened and smirked. “Kid, if you’re useless, I’ve been useless for over a year,” he called out. “You get used to it.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You never stopped working, Dad.”

“Yeah, well,” Zeke said with a shrug, starting to waddle toward his office. “I’m not carrying nine babies; there’s a difference,” he said, patting his middle. “Also, I’m your boss and your dad, so I’m not giving you a choice anymore.”

Jordan helped Harry out of the car, holding him close until the pregnant guy’s feet were firmly on the ground. “I’ll get you to your desk,” he said, pressing his body closer to help with Harry’s balance. “Then I’ll check back before lunch. Promise.”

Harry nodded, annoyed but giving in. “You better. I’m not going a whole day without you.”

Zeke chuckled ahead of them. “You two are getting too comfortable saying that out loud.”

“Yeah, well. It’s not like you’ve ever been subtle about what you do in the boss’ office all day long, Dad,” Harry replied, snorting.

Zeke looked over his shoulder, lifting an eyebrow and pretending to be offended before laughing. “Fair point, kiddo.”

They split after that. Jordan stayed with Harry, walking him slowly toward his desk, and Zeke kept going, already thinking about the work waiting for him.

By the time Zeke got to his office, his chest was aching again. His tits felt heavy and tight, full to the point they almost hurt even though he had breastfed 12 kids before leaving home. His nipples were hard and rubbing against his shirt with every step, making his body shiver slightly. He shut the door and stood there, pondering his options for a second.

He slowly approached his custom-made chair, taking a deep breath before even attempting to sit down. The chair barely fit him as his hips spread wide, and his ass filled it out so much he had to wiggle to settle in. His thighs pressed together, and there wasn’t much room to move them apart without his belly getting in the way. As he lowered into the chair, he gasped and winced, trying to find a good-enough position.

His balls were swollen and sensitive as hell between his thighs, and his belly pushed everything down and forward against them. His cock was half-hard from the constant pressure and hormones, pinned against the lower part of his belly, and one wrong move made him groan as it all got squeezed at the same time.

“Shit…” he said, adjusting again, lifting his belly a bit with one hand while the other tried to give his balls some space. It didn’t fix it but made it bearable.

His belly was still in the way, pushing against the desk while the babies moved inside. He spread his hand over the taut orb without thinking, moving his fingers and feeling the sextuplets move as if they had all the space in the world when they didn’t. He tried to focus on the plans in front of him—lines, numbers, and other stuff he knew by heart. But it was impossible between the weight of his belly, the soreness in his back, the pressure in his tits, and his cock stirring between his legs. His body didn’t want to cooperate.

Zeke leaned forward a bit—and regretted it immediately. His tits pressed together and upward, pushing into his face until he had to turn his head to breathe right. He felt his nipples throbbing against the fabric of his shirt, making him shiver at the contact.

He leaned back again, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. “Yeah. I’m not doing that again,” he whispered, settling back as best as he could. Still, his nipples let out some milk, dampening the fabric some more. “Yeah, yeah,” he added. “I know. Give me a minute.”

He barely regained composure before he heard a knock at the door. “The boss is asking for you,” the secretary called through the door.

Zeke sighed and then grinned. “Of course he is.”

He looked down at himself again, reviewing his current state before leaving—his shirt stretched tight over his tits, his nipples leaking faintly, and his belly pushing forward so much that his shirt was barely holding on. He cupped his tits with both hands, lifting them slightly to feel how full they were—probably seconds away from bursting. His thumbs brushed over his nipples through the fabric, and that didn’t help; it only made him gasp and tense up.

He knew he should pump before it got worse. But he also knew what was waiting for him down the hall. Gerald never called him in to talk. There was always food, hands, belly rubs, and endless fucking until he couldn’t think straight. And Zeke knew himself well enough to admit he wanted it as bad as the boss did.

“Okay, that’s not gonna be quick,” he said, shaking his head a little. He thought about waiting anyway, taking care of himself first. Then, he let out a short laugh and gave up on that idea. “Fuck it,” he said with a grin, pushing himself up and feeling his cock react to his thoughts even though he hadn’t even seen Gerald yet. “Alright… let’s see what he wants.”

When he reached the boss’ office, Zeke didn’t even knock and walked in. As soon as he got inside, smells hit his nose and a grin spread on his face. The table was stacked with donuts, cakes, boxes of greasy stuff, slices of pizza, little bites of everything you could think of, and several other things Zeke loved. And Gerald was already on the couch, completely naked, with his legs spread wide to show himself off. His big cock was hard, standing tall and proud from his groin. His balls hung heavy between his thighs, resting on the couch and looking packed tight.

Zeke snorted, reaching back to lock the door. “Let me guess, you cleared your whole schedule for this meeting, huh?”

Gerald smirked, clearly pleased. “Yeah. I did. For you.”

Zeke shook his head but immediately moved closer. His hands reached for the hem of his shirt, and he started slowly pulling it up over his belly. However, the fabric got stuck under one of his heavy tits for a second, stretching tight before he had to tug harder until it finally cleared everything and dropped to the floor. The motion made both tits bounce heavily, settling back against his belly with a loud smack.

He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed his pants down, which took even more effort than the upper body. His belly got in the way, forcing him to lean back and shift his hips since his ass filled the fabric so much he had to wiggle to get it moving. The pants strained tight over his curves before finally sliding down. He sighed in relief when his pants lowered enough, then pushed them the rest of the way down along with his underwear. Still, the motion made him tense up for a second as his hard cock throbbed against his belly and his sensitive balls brushed against his thighs before settling.

By the time he was naked, his breathing was heavier, and exhaustion was evident all over his body even before anything had even started. But he was not ready to stop there.

Zeke took a moment to regain composure, using those seconds to show off his fertile body before Gerald’s stunned eyes. His hands moved over his massive tits, pressing into them, squeezing the mounds firmly, and sensually moving his fingers around the darkened areolas as some milk beaded at the engorged nipples. He knew how much Zeke loved the milky tits, and playing with them always got the boss going without much effort.

His hands then moved lower to caress his hairy belly, spreading his fingers across the tight surface while the babies moved restlessly. He took a moment to turn to his side, reaching lower to caress and knead his hips and massive ass. At this point, there wasn’t even an inch of his pregnant body that Gerald hadn’t inspected long and carefully before, but Zeke knew that putting on a little show always got things more interesting between them.

Gerald couldn’t even blink, stunned by the sensual display of fertility. “Look at you,” he said. “Third time and somehow you keep getting better.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s your fault.” Zeke smirked, looking down at his belly and playfully rubbing it. “It feels like I’m getting bigger by the second.”

“Bigger,” Gerald said, nodding, “rounder, fuller, hotter; carrying six more babies for me and still feeding the other twelve.” He leaned back a little, watching the pregnant man. “I like it.”

Zeke grinned, slowly swaying his hips. “Yeah, I figured you would.”

Gerald gestured toward the table. “Got everything you like. Cleared the morning. Figured I’d take my time with you.”

Zeke looked over the spread, then back at the boss—aware of what that actually meant. Their meetings were never only to get some food, and they were never quick. They were about getting him so full that he had trouble moving even slightly—and the best part was that Zeke could feel his body moving on its own to surrender.

Gerald then looked at Zeke’s chest. “Those tits are gonna need some attention,” he added. “And that belly looks so packed. I’ve got plans for that.”

Zeke swallowed, still moving his hands over his belly without thinking. “Explain,” he said slowly, even though he already had an idea of what was coming.

Gerald smirked devilishly. “Nothing crazy. I’m gonna spoil you today, keep you full—way past what you think you can handle.”

Zeke chuckled, walking closer, aware that there was no point pretending the plan didn’t excite him. “You’re the boss,” he said slowly. “Just tell me what to do.”

Gerald gestured at his hard cock, winking at Zeke. The boss slowly reached out and guided the pregnant man to his knees, right between Gerald’s thighs. Getting down wasn’t easy as his belly got in the way the whole time, forcing him to lean back and then forward again to find space. His tits pressed forward as he lowered himself, brushing against Gerald’s legs and getting in the way as much as his middle did. His knees had to spread wider than they naturally would, but even then there wasn’t much room since his hips were too wide, his ass too big, his cock and balls too swollen, and his thighs kept pressed together all the time.

As Zeke tried to get in position, he had to pause and adjust again, lifting his belly a bit with one hand so it wouldn’t crush down too hard into his groin. Every small movement made something else move too much—his belly, his tits, his hips, his balls—and it took him a while to settle into a spot where he could stay there without groaning.

He used Gerald’s leg for support, then leaned in and followed Gerald’s lead, opening his mouth wide around the thickness of the boss’ cock. Zeke’s lips sealed tight around the big head, and he worked over the tip, circling it with his tongue at first, then going down along the length as far as he could manage. Gerald couldn’t help but moan in pleasure and push his hips forward slightly, as if demanding Zeke to take more of his cock into his mouth.

Zeke came back up and repeated the motion, slower and more passionate, keeping the same focus as his mouth did most of the work, but his free hand reached to squeeze and roll Gerald’s balls with a firm grip. The boss moaned louder and reached forward to firmly grip Zeke’s hair. The action only turned Zeke even more, making him intensify the work with his mouth and hand.

There wasn’t much space, so he had to lean closer, opening his mouth wide and moving in slowly. His tits kept bumping in, his belly pressed forward, and he had to adjust every few seconds, but he didn’t stop. He was already worked up from the hormones and the pressure in his body, but following Gerald’s lead felt easy, automatic.

“Look at you,” Gerald whispered between moans. “Still this eager at your size.”

Zeke breathed out through his nose and kept going just like that.

At one point, he paused to breathe, then leaned in closer and pressed his hairy cleavage right against Gerald’s cock. The space between his tits was slick and warm, and when he pressed forward, the shaft slid deeper between the damp skin. Zeke pressed his tits together and made them bounce around the thick shaft, letting it glide between his tits in a teasing motion before pulling back a bit.

Gerald gasped and moaned louder this time. His thighs tensed under Zeke’s hands as his grip tightened in his hair. His body reacted on instinct as that pressure built in his balls. His hips moved forward on their own, and it was obvious he was already so worked up that it didn’t take much for his cock to start leaking precum all over Zeke’s tits.

“Fuck—yeah,” Gerald said under his breath, clearly pleased and surprised by Zeke’s idea. “Damn it! Even your tits feel so good!” He was almost crying out at this point as pleasure took over his whole body.

Zeke smirked, pressing his chest tighter together. “You’re not the only one who knows how to spoil a man,” he said, adjusting his position again.

He moved back to pull his tits away but leaned in, opening his mouth wide and taking the thick cock again—even more desperately than before. His lips sealed tight around the shaft as he worked, moving his tongue around the head before sliding back in, repeating the motion with instinctual hunger. One of his hands kept rolling and squeezing Gerald’s balls, feeling the orbs getting tighter as they reached an intense climax.

“I’m gonna—” Gerald began, but pleasure cut his words off.

Zeke sucked harder, licked more passionately, and squeezed more firmly in response, as if demanding the boss to stop holding back. Gerald gasped louder, his whole body tensed up, his grip tightened on Zeke’s hair, his toes curled, and his cock exploded with such a strong rush of cum that Zeke had a hard time handling it. Still, he swallowed as fast as his throat could and took everything in without letting a single drop go to waste.

Zeke could feel the waves of hot cum settling in his belly, adding pressure and weight to his already overpacked body. He didn’t move right away, still sucking on Gerald’s cock as it throbbed in the afterglow of the intense climax. His tongue still teased the cock slit, licking off the smaller burst that still came out. His hand still squeezed the boss’ balls as if milking them, trying to get as much cum out as possible.

“Damn it,” Gerald said breathlessly, softly caressing Zeke’s hair. “It was such a good way to get started,” he added, watching Zeke still latching onto his cock. “But there’s more coming.”

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PS: Hey everyone, this story takes place in the "Heavy" universe, following Zeke's eldest son, Harry, from "Heavy Load." But this Interlude focuses back on Zeke. ENJOY!