Life Lessons - Part 5 (Patreon)
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The morning when Alan had set to leave, he stood in the kitchen, caressing his heavy belly while trying to act like nothing was wrong. His swollen midsection stretched the fabric of his loose t-shirt, not loose enough not to betray his secret. He looked at his family, busy with breakfast, talking, laughing—oblivious of the complicated mess he had gotten himself into. He was still doubtful about leaving his family for so long. But the longer he saw them enjoying the morning so calmly, the more he convinced himself that they didn’t deserve the shame of having a pregnant husband and dad around them.
When breakfast was over, it was time for the hardest part. Alan took a deep breath, calling his boys for a final hug. “James, Benjamin. Come give your dad a goodbye hug,” he said, smiling, but his eyes looked sad.
James came first. He ran into his dad’s arms, wrapping them tightly around Alan’s waist. Alan sighed, enjoying the hug but feeling devastated. He had never been away from his sons for so long, and it was entirely his fault. Alan bent down, his belly pressing uncomfortably between him and his eldest son as he kissed the top of James’ head.
“I’m going to miss you so much, bud. You will take care of your mom and little brother for me, right?” Alan whispered, trying to steady his voice.
James nodded, his eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears. “I will, Dad. Promise.”
Alan kissed his cheek before letting go, only to be met with the wide eyes of his younger son, Benjamin, who was next in line for his farewell.
Benjamin looked up at Alan in tears. “Dad, do you really have to go?” He asked, his hands reaching up, brushing against Alan’s belly before wrapping around his dad’s waist.
Alan knelt, this time feeling his belly push heavily into his legs. He couldn’t ignore how big he had gotten. But he smiled warmly at his son. “I’ll be back before you know it. And when I come back, I might bring a surprise for you. And we’ll go to the park and play all day. How does that sound?”
Benjamin nodded, though he didn’t seem entirely convinced. He buried his face into Alan’s chest as Alan held him tight, feeling a deep sadness seep into his bones. Alan kissed the boy’s soft hair before gently letting him go.
Finally, Becca approached, looking calm but sad, even though she knew Alan’s departure was necessary. She hugged him, and for a moment, Alan feared that she would feel the roundness of his belly pressing into her too much. But Becca only smiled, giving him a warm kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t work too hard, okay?” She whispered. “And eat well. The boys and I will be counting the days.”
Alan nodded, his throat tight. “I won’t be gone long. You take care, alright?” He said, and Becca nodded, her eyes glistening with tears, but she stayed strong, giving him one last smile.
With that, Alan took his keys and walked out of the house, feeling the weight of his growing belly swing slightly with each step. He didn’t look back—he couldn’t. Instead, Alan climbed into his car, shutting the door behind him. He rested one hand instinctively on his belly, feeling the firm, round curve that had become impossible to ignore. The drive to the cabin awaited him, but so did the heaviness of leaving everything behind.
As he started the engine, a sigh escaped him. “It’s all for them. I need to protect them,” Alan whispered as he drove away.
The highway stretched out endlessly ahead, trees blurring by as the hours passed. Alan’s mind, however, was stuck on Max. He couldn’t stop thinking about Max’s massive frame—the body that led to this current predicament. Alan couldn’t help but remember the mornings in the parking lot at school when Max would wait by his car every day, his big, charming smile lighting up as soon as he saw Alan.
“Good morning, Mr. Reynolds. Got your milkshake for you!” Max would say, his deep voice filled with enthusiasm, handing Alan the sweet drink that had become their little ritual. Alan would accept it with a smile, always telling himself that it would be the last one and that he needed to set boundaries. But each time, Max’s magnetic presence broke down those walls.
He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “You really got me, didn’t you, Max?” Alan muttered as he drove, one hand still resting on his belly. He still felt guilty about cheating on his wife and not measuring the consequences for his boys. But Max had destroyed his defenses over and over again, igniting something new inside him—something deeper. He missed Max, his kindness, and his frequent childish and reckless manners. And even though Alan felt guilty about everything, he couldn’t help but miss Max’s cock. The memories of the intense fucking sessions in Max’s apartment made Alan’s dick stir in his pants. His life was a mess, and getting aroused while thinking of Max only made things worse. But Alan couldn’t help it.
After several hours, the familiar sight of the cabin came into view. Nestled among the trees, it stood quietly, a peaceful escape from the world. Alan pulled into the driveway and sat in the car for a few minutes, staring at it. He knew the cabin well—it had been a retreat for their family during vacations, a place of peace. But now it felt like a place where his isolation would become real. He caressed his belly and thought about the babies he carried inside. The cabin wasn’t the best place to go through a pregnancy, even less when nobody knew what to expect. But it was the only place Alan had to ensure his and the babies’ safety and privacy.
With a deep breath, he got out of the car and began the arduous task of unloading. First came his bags, several of them filled with useless formal outfits to wear during the nonexistent lectures. Still, he had to take them for Becca to believe his lie. Then, the real struggle began when Alan started pulling out the endless bags of groceries. He had stocked up on food for weeks, knowing he’d need to keep himself well-fed to feed the babies growing in his belly. But with every step and every heavy load Alan hauled, the strain on his body increased. His belly pulled at his lower back, making him wince as he carried the bags inside. Each movement made him breathless, the weight of his pregnancy making everything ten times harder.
He walked inside with the last load, dropping the bags onto the counter with a groan of exhaustion. His shirt clung to his sweaty chest, and without a second thought, he stripped it off, tossing it aside. The cool air felt good against his skin, but as he looked around, he noticed the light layer of dust that had settled on the furniture.
“Great,” Alan muttered, shaking his head. “Guess I’ve got some work to do.”
He grabbed a rag and a bottle of cleaner, but cleaning up was a challenge. Every time he bent over or reached too far, his belly protested, pressing against his legs or bumping against something, making him feel heavy and sluggish. His breath came in short gasps as he wiped down the surfaces, his muscles aching from the effort. After an hour of trying, Alan collapsed onto the couch, panting and drenched in sweat. He leaned back, resting his head against the cushion, allowing himself to relax.
That’s when he felt a flutter, almost imperceptible at first, but then it grew stronger. It was a kick. Alan’s eyes widened as he placed both hands on his belly, and there it was again—a little nudge from his babies growing inside him. And then another. Soon, the entire belly was alive, with little movements from all seven babies stirring within.
“Wow, it feels weird and... cute,” he whispered. “You’re really here.” His loneliness melted away in that moment, replaced by a deep sense of connection. The babies were reminding him that he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t going through this in isolation. They were with him, kicking and squirming, making their presence known. Alan smiled through his tears, rubbing his belly gently. “We’re going to be just fine. I promise.”
His thoughts drifted back to Max. He imagined the big guy’s reaction to feeling the babies kick and how his eyes would light up with wonder. “Your dad, Max, would love to feel this. He would be such a good father,” Alan murmured with a smile. Then he thought about James and Benjamin, picturing them as doting big brothers, excitedly helping with diapers and bedtime stories. Alan even imagined how Becca would love to have more babies in the house, how she would instantly fall in love with them—if only things were that simple. “We would be such a big and happy family,” he added, caressing his taut abdomen. But it wasn’t that simple. Alan sighed deeply, knowing that his reality was far more complicated than he could handle at times.
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As the days passed, Alan slowly settled into a routine. Mornings were slow, starting with him waking up in the large bed, his belly heavier than the day before. His back would ache, and his muscles would be stiff, so he’d spend the first few minutes stretching, rubbing his belly in a soothing rhythm. Shirtless, as always—he had long since abandoned trying to fit into anything uncomfortably tight. It felt better this way—the freedom of not forcing his growing body into constricting clothes.
Breakfast was always hearty. Alan’s hunger had grown insatiable, so he’d cook himself a meal fit for several people—eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, anything he could devour. Each bite seemed to satisfy a craving he didn’t know he had. After breakfast, he’d waddle around the cabin, doing small chores here and there, though most days, he found himself tiring easily. His belly was getting too big, too heavy to ignore.
He messaged Becca and the boys every day, and they’d video call in the evenings. Alan always made sure to keep the camera focused on his face, hiding the growing evidence of his pregnancy. His sons would tell him about their day, also asking questions about Alan’s lectures. Becca would ask if he was taking care of himself, and Alan would nod, smiling and rubbing his round belly off camera.
Max had been sending messages, too. At first, Alan had tried to respond, but eventually he stopped. Alan couldn’t afford to get pulled back into that magnetic orbit again. He knew that one message from Max, one soft-spoken word, would be enough to break his resolve. So he ignored the texts, even though each message made his heart ache a little more.
Alan would climb into bed at night as the cabin grew quiet and dark, feeling the babies kick up a storm inside him. He would lay there, shirtless, his hands gently caressing his belly, feeling every movement, every shift. It was comforting how they reminded him that he wasn’t really alone. But no matter how hard Alan tried, he couldn’t stay away from Max completely. One night, as the babies kicked and Alan’s loneliness swelled, he opened the link Max had sent him. He immediately saw a video—a new post on Max’s OnlyFans. Alan watched as the familiar figure of Max filled the screen, flexing his massive muscles.
“Damn, you’re still so hot, big guy,” Alan said, marveling at the scene in the video and speaking in admiration even though Max couldn’t hear him. “I miss feeling your body against mine,” he said, the words escaping his mouth without him thinking of them.
Alan closed his eyes and put the phone aside, the video still playing, so he could hear Max groaning and moaning while he flexed in front of the camera. Alan moved his right hand to his groin, caressing his large cock, imagining it was Max’s hand doing it. Alan softly moaned as he imagined Max’s massive body crawling on top of him, kissing his pecs and belly, telling him how good the belly looked on him. Then he imagined Max brushing his 16-inch-long cock against his legs, ready to fuck him hard and fill him up once again.
“Oh, please, Max. Make me carry more of your babies,” Alan said, the words slipping out of his mouth without a rational filter. He moaned as his hand stroked his hard cock, his imagination flying as he remembered how it felt to have Max’s fuck tool buried deep in his hole. “I miss you, Max. I miss you,” he mumbled as he got lost in pleasure, and his cock shot a wave of thick cum all over his lower belly, leaving him breathless. Alan was a total mess, and even in the secluded cabin, Max still drove him crazy.
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The day Alan reached 20 weeks pregnant by late January, he woke up early, unable to sleep late without needing to empty his bladder and eat a snack. He entered the kitchen, only wearing a pair of dark boxer briefs that stretched dangerously tight over his widened hips and expanding ass. He yawned, rubbing his eyes with one hand as the other instinctively went to his belly, which now rounded out a solid fifteen inches in front of him, high and firm under his touch. His belly had taken on a taut, globe-like appearance, jutting forward in a way that gave his profile an impressive curve at the front. His ass had thickened, giving him a natural sway to his walk, and his hips had widened considerably to accommodate the new weight. Even his once-muscular chest had softened and thickened, making his whole frame look more imposing and layered with a softer roundness.
Alan couldn’t stop his body’s expansion, weighing 343 pounds when he was 20 weeks pregnant, almost a hundred pounds heavier than his usual weight. Alan’s body was experiencing all the symptoms that he very well knew were related to pregnancy. His body permanently burned with its own heat, even against the chilly January air that filtered through the cabin some mornings. His appetite seemed to double every few days; he was hungry all the time, waking in the middle of the night to rummage through the fridge and, during the day, eating meals that would have satisfied three or four people with ease. There were other changes, too: waves of heat and flushes of arousal would take over unexpectedly, leaving him breathless, heavy, and yearning for something or someone to soothe the ache.
The babies were rolling and shifting under his hand, the movements making gentle ripples beneath his skin. He had grown rounder due to how big and heavy they were getting, the physical challenge only getting harder by the day. He could feel every inch of their presence pressing against the inner walls of his belly, their kicks leaving him breathless most of the time. Alan sighed, giving his belly a gentle pat as he made his way to the fridge.
“Alright, little ones, let’s see what we have to get us through the morning,” he muttered, his voice still rough from sleep. He opened the fridge, leaning forward slightly, and frowned when he realized it was almost empty. There were only a few eggs, half a pack of bacon, and a lonely bottle of milk. Some leftover bread sat on the counter, but aside from that, his options were slim. “Ugh,” he groaned, rubbing a hand over his belly again as the babies stirred violently. “I know, I know. This isn’t enough to keep you all happy. I should’ve gotten groceries sooner.” He sighed, glancing over at the dwindling pantry, wondering how he would make it through the day. “Guess it’s time to get creative.”
With what little he had, Alan managed to fry up the bacon and scramble the eggs, piling it onto a plate with toast and a tall glass of milk. He took his meal to the table, easing himself into the chair with a soft grunt as his belly pressed against the edge. Alan ate quickly, his hunger insatiable as he finished every last bite and downed the milk, but he knew it wouldn’t last him long. Patting his belly, Alan stood up slowly, his belly pressing out even more prominently as he straightened, feeling the weight of it pulling him forward.
After breakfast, he returned to the bedroom, hoping to find something to wear that might stretch over his swollen body. He looked through his closet, pulling out shirts and sweaters, trying each one in turn. The first shirt was a lost cause; it stopped well above his belly, leaving it exposed. With a grunt of frustration, he tossed it aside, reaching for another. It fit a little better, though the buttons strained dangerously at his chest and middle.
“Come on…just…fit,” he muttered, managing to button it with effort. He ran his hands over the fabric, which clung tightly to the curve of his belly, emphasizing every round inch. He couldn’t help but chuckle, giving his belly a gentle rub. “Guess this will have to do, huh?”
He found a pair of jeans that he could manage to pull over his expanded hips and fat ass, though he had to leave the top button undone and rely on his belt to keep them from sliding down. “Not ideal, but better than nothing,” he mumbled, securing the belt before glancing at himself in the mirror. His belly was undeniably prominent, a taut curve stretching the fabric of his shirt as he looked down at his swollen profile.
Once Alan was ready, he carefully got in his car, settling behind the wheel with a groan. The seat felt smaller than usual as his belly pressed against the steering wheel. He adjusted it as best he could, rubbing a hand over the firm expanse as he started the engine. “Calm down, babies. I’ll get us some food,” he murmured to the babies as they shifted under his touch. He pulled out of the driveway, heading toward the grocery store.
After a half-hour’s drive, Alan finally pulled into the parking lot, his belly making getting out of the car a delicate operation. Inside, he grabbed a cart, leaning heavily on it as he started down the aisles. Alan filled it to the brim with calorie-dense, high-fat foods: frozen pizzas, bags of chips, hearty casseroles, instant noodles, and macaroni. He loaded up on various cuts of meat, several loaves of bread, and piles of canned goods, knowing he’d need every ounce to satisfy his never-ending hunger.
In the sweets aisle, Alan let himself indulge. He threw in packets of cookies, boxes of donuts, tubs of ice cream, and candies. His cheeks warmed as Alan imagined the late-night cravings that would drive him to the kitchen, his belly full and round as he searched for another snack to satisfy his appetite. “Might as well prepare for the worst,” he chuckled, adding a large container of whipped cream to the cart.
As he turned into the vegetable section, his eyes scanned the shelves, searching for a jar of pickles—a craving that seemed to come and go in waves. But his gaze fell upon the cucumbers instead, one of which stood out among the rest: it was enormous, easily three times the size of a typical cucumber. Alan stared at it, unable to look away. His mind wandered to Max, that familiar ache of longing stirring within him. Max was just like this cucumber: big, strong, imposing. Alan couldn’t help but think about Max’s cock as he observed the cucumber.
Alan swallowed hard, pressing a hand to his belly as he shifted uncomfortably. “Get it together, Alan,” he whispered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. But he couldn’t shake the memories of Max’s cock deep inside him. “Damn it, Max,” Alan muttered under his breath, feeling his body heating up and starting to sweat, his breathing shortening as his cock stirred in his pants. The pregnancy hormones were messing up with him, and the image of the massive cucumber wasn’t helping, only making him think about Max’s cock.
Trying to regain composure, Alan reluctantly grabbed the jar of pickles and tossed it into his cart, his cheeks flushed with the memory. Trying to shake the thought of Max, Alan quickly pushed his cart to the checkout, his mind racing with a new idea he couldn’t ignore. After the cashier rang him up, Alan loaded the bags into his car and started the drive back to the cabin, a thrill of excitement mixing with nervousness, thinking about his plan. The idea seemed impulsive, but he couldn’t deny how much he wanted it. He was out of his mind.
Once he was back at the cabin, he unpacked his groceries, shoving the bags onto the counter as he moved quickly to grab his laptop. He settled on the couch, his belly sticking even further as he leaned forward and opened his browser, hesitating for a moment, not knowing what to type. Then Alan chuckled, losing his inhibitions and typing the first word that came to mind.
“‘Dildo.’ Let’s see if that works,” he said, typing into the search bar. He spent the next half-hour browsing discreet websites, looking through pages until he finally found what he wanted: a special toy, a particularly large toy, just like Max, designed for pleasure. The sex toy wasn’t as huge as Max’s cock, the biggest being only 14 inches long, but Alan thought it would be enough, at least for now.
Alan’s fingers hovered over the “Buy Now” button. He was running on his savings, sending most of it to his family to make up for his absence. He knew he shouldn’t be spending money on things like this because he wasn’t working, so he didn’t get paid. But as he stared at the image, his mind filled with thoughts of Max; he couldn’t help himself. With a sigh, he added it to his cart, opting to pay a little extra for the quickest shipping option.
As he confirmed his order, he leaned back against the couch, placing a hand on his belly. “Well, guys,” he murmured to the babies, smiling softly, “your daddy might be a little crazy, but he misses your dad, Max.” He rubbed slow circles over his belly, feeling the little flutters of movement beneath his hand. “I bet you’d love him. But maybe, just maybe, he’ll meet you all someday,” Alan said, already imagining the moment he would see Max again, hopefully having the chance to ride the massive cock again, but wearing protection this time.
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