A Father's Obvious Secret - Epilogue (Patreon)

Father's Day Special🫃🏻

On September 21, Craig sat in the middle of the couch in his small apartment. He rested his head against the cushions as he closed his eyes. His mouth was open as he breathed through the exhaustion. He felt as if he had been awake for days, even though he had managed to sleep in scattered pieces during the night—15 minutes here, half an hour there, and almost an entire hour once—until his 8 baby boys had started crying within seconds of each other.

The octuplets were exactly 3 months old, and he was holding the last two babies in his arms. One of them was still nursing from Craig’s heavy tit, slowing down after what felt like an eternity. The other one was already asleep but still latched on to his engorged nipple, sucking softly every few seconds as if he wanted to make sure the milk wasn’t going anywhere.

Craig looked down at them and sighed in disbelief. “Come on, guys,” he whispered. “Your brothers fell asleep. You can do it,” he added, but the babies continued sucking lazily.

He was exhausted, and his body felt completely emptied out even though his tits were still painfully full. Feeding 8 newborn boys had turned milk production into a full-time job Craig’s body performed far too well. His tits had been huge before the birth, but afterward they had grown even heavier, rounder, and fuller. They rested against the upper part of his softened belly whenever he sat, with thick nipples that stayed sensitive and swollen all day.

He had given up on shirts when he was home because even the largest ones he owned couldn’t hide his tits. Most of them stretched tightly across his chest and outlined its shape and fullness, making his nipples stand out through the fabric. Being shirtless also made things easier when one or all the babies demanded milk every few minutes.

Craig adjusted his position carefully, feeling the soreness in his lower back. The pain had improved since June, but it had never disappeared. His body had carried more weight than it should have been able to. His belly wasn’t gigantic anymore—not pushing 3 feet in front of him. It had gone down after the birth, but it had not returned to its old shape, not even close. The skin was loose in some places and swollen in others, covered in faded veins and stretch marks that looked almost silver under the apartment light.

His hips were still wide, his ass was still huge, and his thighs were so thick that they rubbed together when he walked, no matter how far he placed his feet from each other. Pregnancy had rebuilt his body to support 8 enormous babies, and 3 months didn’t seem to be enough to reverse everything.

Craig wasn’t sure if his body would ever be normal again. His weight had gone down after delivery—losing 8 babies, the fluid, and everything else had made an enormous difference. But the endless hunger had returned even stronger once the milk demand increased. His body seemed determined to turn every meal into enough milk to feed a whole nursery—which wasn’t far from the reality considering he had to care for 8 babies on his own all day long.

His apartment was a mess because he didn’t have the time or the energy to do anything about it. Two quadruplet strollers stood near the couch, taking up so much room that Craig had to turn sideways to move around them. Six of the boys were already asleep inside, wrapped in light blankets and arranged in the strange system Craig had developed through trial and error.

There were several boxes of diapers stacked against the wall, clean bottles waiting on the kitchen counter even though he rarely used them, and tiny clothes overflowing laundry baskets. A baby monitor sat on the coffee table beside a half-eaten sandwich, three empty water bottles, a laptop, and a notebook with feeding times Craig didn’t have the energy to record properly. There wasn’t enough space for much more, making every inch feel crowded, similar to how his belly had felt when it held the enormous octuplets.

The apartment was small, but it had been all Craig could get on short notice after everything that had happened in Cody’s garage on Father’s Day. By the time anyone had managed to call for help, and the ambulance had shown up a while later, Craig had already given birth to all 8 babies right there. His body had pushed them out on its own, one after the other, with barely any breaks in between.

There hadn’t been time for doctors, preparation, or hiding anything. He could only remember the pain, the panic, and the overwhelming shock each time one of the babies arrived into the world in the same place where they had been conceived.

After all the chaos, Jessica had asked him to leave a couple of days after he came home from the hospital. She hadn’t screamed, which somehow made it worse because it meant she was more disappointed than angry.

She had stood in the bedroom they had shared and told Craig she couldn’t look at him without seeing that garage, without seeing him on his knees, and without seeing those babies being born in front of everyone. She said she couldn’t listen to him explain 9 months of lies, couldn’t understand how he had planned to disappear, give away 8 children, and come back home pretending nothing had ever happened.

Craig had tried to apologize. He tried to explain that he had been scared, that none of it had made sense, that he had thought he was protecting everyone, but the words had sounded weak even to him.

Jessica had only looked at him in silence for a while. “Protecting who?” She finally asked, and Craig couldn’t find an answer for that.

By then, he had already made his decision about the babies—it happened the first time he had seen them after the chaos. A nurse had taken him to the neonatal unit to see the 8 baby boys sleeping beneath hospital blankets. They looked so cute and peaceful that Craig couldn’t contain his tears.

For the first time, Craig hadn’t seen them as a problem but as part of him—as his sons. He had looked at them and understood that adoption was over. The paperwork had been a nightmare, though.

The hospital wanted specialists, researchers, legal teams, and explanations Craig didn’t have. He only wanted privacy, and he fought hard for it. He threatened lawsuits, demanded patient confidentiality, refused interviews, and shut down every attempt to turn him into a case study. Eventually, with the help of an attorney who understood how serious he was, Craig forced the hospital to back off so he could leave with his sons without the situation becoming public.

The secret didn’t stay fully contained because too many people had been at the barbecue, too many had seen something, and too many emergency vehicles had arrived for the neighborhood to ignore. Hospital staff talked, even when they were not supposed to, and rumors spread through town faster than Craig could control.

Some people said Craig had nearly died. Others claimed Cody had attacked him. Some said there were babies, but no one agreed on how many or how that was possible. Another claimed it had all been staged for attention. There were no clear photos, no official statements, and no confirmation anyone could point to as proof.

The whole drama quickly turned into a story that sounded more like urban legend than actual events, and that was enough for Craig. He had lost everything, but at least he hadn’t become a freak under the spotlight.

Tyler and Dwight had barely spoken to him in person since he left the house, but they still texted, and that was the only thread holding things together. Tyler usually sent short messages every other morning, things like “You alive?”, “Need groceries?” or “Mom said you missed a call from the lawyer.” He was always direct and focused on something that didn’t require either of them to say what they were actually thinking.

Dwight’s messages were less regular and somehow more painful, usually starting with a simple “Hey,” followed by “You sleeping at all?” or “Did you remember your appointment?” as if he wanted to ask more but didn’t know how. Neither of them mentioned the babies, and Craig never forced the subject, because he knew why they were avoiding it.

He answered tenderly, told them he loved them, and tried not to sound desperate when he asked how they were doing. Sometimes Tyler replied with something brief. Sometimes Dwight sent a picture of something random he had seen online, as if trying to keep a piece of normal life alive between them. Neither of them had visited the apartment, and Craig understood why, even though it still hurt.

Sitting on the couch now, the final baby released Craig’s nipple as he drifted fully asleep. The man stayed still for a while, afraid that even breathing too deeply would wake him. Then he carefully slid one hand behind the baby’s head and lifted him away from his chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “That’s all your dad wanted.”

He carefully lowered the first boy into the second stroller, moving slowly so his sore back wouldn’t hurt. He then repeated the process with the second baby, straining during the motion.

Once everybody seemed peacefully settled, Craig carefully stood up. Some days, his hole still burned, especially after sitting too long or lifting several babies in a row. The doctors had assured him everything was healing, though they also admitted that nobody had ever treated injuries like his before. The babies were well beyond the average newborn size, and after pushing 8 of them out of his body, recovery was expected to take a while.

Craig stared at the babies in the strollers, smiling despite the strain. He loved the babies so much that sometimes it scared him. Despite everything he had gone through and everything he lost, he couldn’t even consider giving them away.

For a second, he looked around and thought about cleaning, but he was too exhausted, so he ended up sitting back on the couch. He had barely found a comfortable position when someone knocked on the apartment door. Craig froze because nobody visited. His groceries were delivered, his attorney called before coming, Jessica wouldn’t visit, and the boys had never asked for the address even though he knew they had it.

The knock came again, softer this time, and Craig looked at the strollers to make sure every baby was still asleep. He grabbed an oversized shirt hanging over the back of the couch and pulled it over his head. He struggled to work it down his body even though the shirt was enormous. His tits strained the fabric, and his nipples pressed clearly against it. The lower hem barely covered his whole middle and didn’t disguise it at all.

“Good enough,” he whispered, waddling toward the door with one hand pressed against his lower back, just as during the pregnancy.

When he opened the door, he saw Cody standing in the hallway with grocery bags, and forgot the pain for a moment. Craig stared at him, trying to reconcile the man in front of him with the last time he had seen him—Father’s Day. Three months had passed, and Cody was there as if no time had passed, looking nervous in a way Craig had never seen before.

Craig’s first instinct was to shut the door. “No,” he said, already pushing it closed.

Cody reacted fast, shifting one of the grocery bags into the gap. “Craig, wait.”

“I don’t want more trouble,” Craig said firmly.

“I know,” Cody replied.

“Really?” Craig looked down at the bags, already knowing the answer. “Does your wife know you’re here?”

Cody hesitated. “No, she doesn’t,” he said, looking down in shame. “I only need a few minutes,” he added without looking up at Craig. “I swear I’ll leave if you just let me meet them.” His voice dropped as he looked up. “My babies.”

Craig’s grip tightened on the edge of the door, and his body tensed as he heard those words out loud. For a few seconds he considered closing the door anyway, ending the moment before it could get worse, before anything could reopen. Then, one of the boys let out a small, sleepy sound from the stroller, and something inside him changed.

Craig closed his eyes briefly and exhaled. “5 minutes,” he said, and Cody nodded. “And you keep your voice down,” he added, moving away to let him in. “I just got all 8 of them to sleep, and I am not doing that again because you got emotional.”

“Got it.” Cody nodded, slowly walking in. He stopped after only a few steps when he saw the two strollers beside the couch. “Eight,” he whispered.

“I know,” Craig said, sitting on the couch. “It sounds surreal even for me.”

Cody put the groceries on the table and crouched beside the stroller. He looked almost frightened to touch anything. “They’re big,” he said, barely audible.

Craig snorted. “I know. Doctors say they’re measuring well above the average 3-month-old baby, which is impressive even if there weren’t eight of them.”

Cody kept looking at the babies, studying their faces. “They look like me.”

Craig leaned his head back against the couch. “Unfortunately.”

A small smile appeared on Cody’s face, but it showed more sadness than pride. The more he saw, the less he seemed able to speak. “Do they have names?” He eventually asked.

Craig took a breath and pointed from one sleeping face to the next, speaking low so he wouldn’t wake them. “That’s Mason, then Noah, then Lucas, and this one’s Ethan,” he said, turning toward the other stroller. “Here—Aiden, Oliver, Caleb, and Henry.”

Cody repeated each name as Craig said it, trying to memorize them and match each one to a face he didn’t want to forget.

“They’re good kids,” Craig said when he finished.

Cody swallowed hard, struggling to contain his emotions. Then, he stood and looked around the apartment properly for the first time. He watched the diapers, laundry, bottles, laptop, and food scattered around Craig’s living space. “You’re doing this alone?”

“Is it that obvious?” Craig said, snorting.

“Jessica doesn’t help?” Cody asked.

“Jessica doesn’t come here.” Craig’s smile disappeared. “The boys text sometimes. They’re angry and confused, but they’re still my sons.”

Cody looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“For which part?” Craig asked, absently rubbing his belly.

“For everything,” Cody said. “But mostly for not coming earlier,” he added, sitting on the far end of the couch to leave enough space between them. “I’ve been trying to keep my house from falling apart. I told my wife about us and that I knew the babies were mine.”

The honesty surprised Craig. “How did that go?”

“She threw a glass at me,” Cody said, chuckling. “Thankfully it missed.” He tried to joke, but then his face turned serious. “She said if we were going to have any chance, I couldn’t see you or them. Ever.” He looked toward the babies. “So, we’re leaving next week,” he continued. “Another state. Her sister lives there. She already found a place.”

The news hurt more than Craig expected. He had spent weeks telling himself Cody didn’t matter, that the young man was the cause of a disaster, not part of the family that came afterward. Still, hearing that Cody would disappear made something tighten in his chest.

“That’s probably for the best,” Craig said.

Cody looked toward the strollers again. “I might never see them after today.”

Craig swallowed. “That’s what your wife wants.”

“Yeah,” Cody replied.

Craig looked at him. “And what do you want?”

Cody didn’t answer immediately. He leaned back, turning slightly toward Craig, moving his eyes over the huge shirt stretched across Craig’s tits and belly. “I don’t know anymore,” he admitted. “I wanted to come here. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t leave without seeing them.”

Craig nodded. “I guess it was only fair to meet them at least once.”

Cody smiled and reached to brush his fingers against Craig’s forearm. His touch moved slowly upward, stopping near Craig’s shoulder. “Thanks for bringing them into the world,” he said. “And for keeping them,” he added slowly. “And for taking care of them.”

Cody’s hand brushed Craig’s shoulder again, then moved toward the side of his neck. Craig’s breathing changed slightly.

“Whatever you’re trying to do, it is a terrible idea,” Craig whispered but didn’t move away. “You promised you’d leave after meeting the babies.”

“I will,” Cody said, leaning closer as Craig turned his head toward him.

Their kiss began carefully, nothing like the intense collision in the garage. Cody touched him as if Craig might break, and Craig kissed him with all the anger, loneliness, grief, and attraction he had been carrying since June. When they separated, both had the same expression on their faces—pure desire for each other.

“One last time,” Cody said softly. “Before I go.”

Craig looked toward the strollers, making sure they were still sleeping. His body still ached, his marriage was broken, and Cody’s marriage was hanging together by a condition that Cody was violating by sitting there. Craig knew how reckless it was and how lonely the apartment became at night. So the decision came before a second thought.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Craig said, and Cody followed him.

They undressed slowly. Cody helped Craig with the shirt when it caught beneath his heavy tits. Once it was gone, the young man paused to admire Craig’s body: his huge milk-filled chest, his softened belly, his wide hips, thick thighs, and the changes the pregnancy had left everywhere. Cody stared for a long time, visibly stunned as his cock hardened immediately.

Craig felt self-conscious under the attention. “What?”

“Man, you look good,” the young man said, reaching forward to caress Craig’s hips.

Cody knelt and took his time exploring the older man’s body, tracing every stretch mark with his lips, mindful of the parts that were still sensitive. He wanted to feel how Craig’s frame had changed after the birth, so his hands kept moving over the hips and ass.

The touch felt so good that Craig’s cock stirred awake, getting harder quicker than it had in months. He usually didn’t have an opportunity to pay attention to boners, but this time was different. He cried out when Cody reached for his cock and gripped it, squeezing a few times. Up to that moment, he had known how sensitive that area was, but having someone else’s hands work on it took sensations to a whole new level.

“I know we don’t have time,” Cody whispered, reaching lower to rub Craig’s balls. “But after what you did, I would love to give your whole body the attention it deserves.

“You promised you’d leave.” Craig instinctively pushed his hips forward.

Cody frowned, clearly disappointed but aware that Craig wasn’t pushing him away. If anything, the man’s body was leading him forward, aching for more. “I will. I promise.”

When they moved to the bed, Craig adjusted himself against the pillows so his lower back was supported, then spread his legs wide for Cody. The young man got between the thickened thighs, lining his 13.5-inch-long cock with the exposed hole. He pushed in carefully, considering Craig was still sensitive. But the cock was so thick, and the sensation was so intense that the older man couldn’t help but cry out and grip the sheets as the head pressed forward against his tender skin, slowly opening him.

“Oh, damn it! Okay, okay,” Craig whispered, breathing heavily as his body adjusted to Cody’s massive shaft. “Fuck, it feels so big.”

Cody smirked, slowly going deeper. “Modesty aside, it is pretty big.” He got balls deep and stayed there for a second while Craig tried to control his breathing.

They stared at each other’s eyes for a moment, then Cody started moving, pulling out slowly and pushing back in just as deep. Every thrust went all the way inside, and Craig moaned loudly while arching his back in bliss.

“Don’t stop,” Craig whispered, surrendering to the sensations. “Please don’t stop.”

Cody grinned and kept going, moving faster and harder as Craig’s legs tensed and spread a little wider with each thrust. The older man’s hips instinctively pressed forward to meet Cody’s body, almost as if demanding more, even though his whole body was overwhelmed by the thick cock sliding in and out.

Craig’s hands moved without thinking—one gripped the sheets, and the other slid up to brush his fingers against his heavy tits. “More,” he demanded, gasping and moaning loudly. “Come on. Don’t hold back.”

Cody’s pace picked up without losing the depth and adding force to his thrusts, so each one hit harder, making Craig cry out and press back into him. The intense fuck continued, even after Craig’s cock shot a thick load between them without him even touching it. The older man tipped his head back into the pillows; his mouth was open as rough moans kept coming out freely, and his ass clenched instinctively around Cody’s shaft—as if trying to milk it dry.

Cody pressed all the way inside when he was close to climaxing. “Oh, fuck! I can’t—” His body tensed violently, and a raw growl escaped his lips as his cock erupted deep into Craig.

Craig pressed his hands against his abdomen, feeling flow rushing into him—spreading inward, settling deep into his guts, and filling him more than it previously had. The increasing pressure made him gasp as his belly pushed outward against his hands, as if getting inflated with something weighty all over again. His fingers tightened briefly against his skin as the sensation peaked, and his cock shot a second load from the immense intensity of being filled.

“Oh, yeah,” Craig murmured, closing his eyes as Cody’s cock kept throbbing inside him even after the flow weakened. “I needed that.”

Cody smirked and stayed inside him while catching his breath. “I needed you.” He leaned down and kissed Craig, slowly and tenderly so it wouldn’t trigger something deeper. He slowly reached up to playfully squeeze Craig’s tits, making the older man moan into the kiss.

“You probably should go,” Craig whispered, but his hand reached up to grab Cody’s shoulders. His mind wanted to set boundaries, but his body only longed for more.

Cody stopped and pulled back. “You’re probably right.” He slowly slid his cock out and stood up, already reaching for his clothes.

Craig stayed in bed with his legs spread, already feeling a deep longing for the massive cock that had just left him. He watched in silence as Cody got dressed, rubbing his belly.

Cody paused and looked back. “Goodbye, then,” he said, smiling even though sadness was evident in his eyes. “Take good care of our boys.”

Craig swallowed hard and nodded. “I will.”

There was nothing else they could say that would make anything better, so Cody left, and a minute later the sound of the apartment door closing echoed through the place.

Craig stayed on the bed for a while, breathing slowly and feeling the cum sloshing inside him. His body felt sore, full, and strangely empty at the same time.

Then, he heard a baby fussing in the living room, and his body stiffened. He pushed himself upright, waiting for the numbness in his legs to fade before standing. His hips protested, and he pressed a hand into his lower back as he waddled into the living room.

Craig reached into the stroller and lifted the fussing baby up, settling the boy against his tits. “Yeah, yeah,” he whispered, adjusting his hold. “I know what you want.” The crying stopped instantly, replaced by soft movements as the baby pressed closer.

He carefully sat on the couch again, then guided the baby into position and watched him latch onto his nipple. The other 7 were still asleep beside them, and he took a moment to watch their faces, one by one, noticing for the millionth time how much they looked like Cody. It hurt, but it also made him smile.

“It’s the nine of us against the world,” Craig whispered, slowly moving his hand over his rounded middle without even noticing.

He leaned his head back and held his son closer, feeling the apartment emptier than ever. Cody was leaving, Jessica might never forgive him, and Tyler and Dwight still didn’t know how to come back to him. But despite it all, he was happy to be a father to a growing brood.

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