The construction worker gives birth – part 1

This is the first short story all written by me. English is not my mother tongue, as you’ll maybe notice, so I had to cut on many particulars and descriptions. Anyway, I hope it to be an original mpreg work, because I can’t remember anything similar.

Before reading, please note some preliminary remarks: in “my world”, men can get themselves pregnant just by penetrating themselves...or rather, just the well-endowed ones can. Don’t ask me how: maybe their penises, even if enlarged while erected, remain flexible :) the more a man is endowed, fit and muscular, the more pregnant he can get. The same thing occurs as to female pregnancy: the father’s endowment will influence the babies’ number, size and weight.

I know these could turn out as twisted-up fantasies, and that in the real world such things are not true at all (that wouldn’t be fair!)...but my imagination just likes to think this way.

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It was a boring, hot summer evening. I lay half-asleep on my sofa, when the doorbell rang. I expected it to be my neighbour, coming to return me the drill I had lent him, so neither I asked “who’s that” and opened the door. I’ll never forget the amazing scene I saw: standing in front of me there was a young man...well, actually he looked like some sort of giant come from another planet: he stood at some 6’ 7”, impressively built and, above all, he had a fucking gigantic dome of a belly. No doubt he was heavily pregnant: maybe with some alien baby, because I had never seen something so absurdly large, neither in the book of world records: the thing jutting from his torso was about two times and half the size of an ordinary full-term male belly!

“Hi...sorry to disturb you, but I need some help”—said he, in a deep, masculine voice. I was about to faint: since I was a teen, I had always been crazy about pregnant hunks, and this one was just too much for me: manly as hell, olive-complexioned (he must have been half Indian, I suppose), tall, muscular and even...yes, half naked! I didn’t know why, but he had just a pair of old trainers and a pair of blue shorts on. From the paint stains and the white dust covering his “clothes” I could realize he was some construction worker...that was so hotly weird: working when about to push out some elephant-sized babies! I wasn’t able to think of that, though, since all my attention was focused on his naked belly: this was amazingly oval and its girth had to measure about 70 inches!! It was wet—like all his body—and with very little stretch marks. his bellybutton had to measure more than 1 inch and a half, amazingly protruding, like a massive cork fighting to prevent that exaggerated mass from exploding.   A male fertility god, definitely.

“Can you help me then?”—he insisted, bringing me back to reality.

“S-sure, tell me how I can help you”—I answered, my voice revealing all the astonishment and the shyness for being in front of the man of my dreams. Yes, I must admit that: the more manly a pregnant man is, the more I desire him. And with a god like that man, I wouldn’t have been on top at all!

“I’m about to give birth...AAAH MOTHERFUCKER!!!” —he roared, grabbing his mammoth mound in pain...I just couldn’t believe this: I had to be dreaming!

“C-come in! I’ll call 911!”

“No, there won’t be time, they’re coming too fast! I need to give birth here”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, I can do that: I’m a breeder, this is my third birth”

“Wow!”

“Ouch...AARGH!” —he doubled over, soon getting back straight: he was in hard labor, but he managed pain very well! I couldn’t believe how strong he was!

“Ok, you can lay on my bed if you want” —I was heading to my bedroom, in order to prepare the bed for the impending birth, when he stopped me:

“Nah, I don’t wanna spoil your sheets. The table is ok”

“Table? Uh ok” I laid a  length of cloth on it and he climbed onto that with an agility that I, even without that massive load of babies in front of me, could have had. He quickly removed his trainers, his shorts and boxer briefs, exposing his cock . well, I should have said stallion-sized cock: how could you describe a foot-long, 2-inch wide piece of meat? I was gonna die, I was sure.

“Sorry, but I need you to check if you can see the head”

“Ok, let’s see” I looked under his almost orange-sized balls and I could see a huge dilatation: “Oh my, you must be 5-inches dilated!!”

“hahaha—laughed he —huge babies are my specialty!! But I think everything in me is huge, so no wonder!” And he was right!

The funny thing is that till then he had gone on contracting, yet showing very little signs of pain...even with a giant-sized baby spreading his ass!

“Yup, you can tell! Anyway...yes, here it starts to come! How could they come so fast?”

“I dunno...but fast births are definitely better to me: all that fucking pushing and laboring would be so boring! Awww SHIT...FUCK, HERE IT COMES!!”

I saw his anus stretching more and more, in order to make room for that huge entity. He started pushing with an amazing strength! Between a groan and the other, he started telling me his story:

“Sorry, I was in a hurry and I didn’t introduce myself. Name’s Vikkas”

“Hi Vikkas, I’m David. Don’t worry at all, the situation’s a bit...odd!”

“yep, it sure is! Aahah...”

“So you’re a breeder?”

“Yeah, I am. I need money to support my family: you see, my mother is old and needs drugs everyday. I have six children, my wife is just a cleaner and from time to time I find a job as a construction worker. We need money and it looks like I’m the perfect breeder: my jizm is super-potent, I’m strong and I can churn out lots of huge babies at a time. What else could I do??”

“I see you. You’re a very good man, I’m happy to help you”. I looked at his face...damn, he was freaking hot! He had an actor-like look, with those emerald green eyes, those full lips, that dark beard and that neck-long, black, shiny hair! I was ready to cum right in my pants!!

“thanks a lot”...OOOOAAARGH SHIT IT’S CROWNING ISN’T IT?

“ehm...yes it looks like that!”

“OK” with a strong, quick push, the head was out. It was just immense, and he had thrust it out making very little noise!

“hey, it’s out!!”

“yeah, and now all the kid’ll be out” as he said that, the shoulders popped out together and, in no time, all the baby, a boy, was out.

“my gosh...you’re a monster!”

“yeah, I’m a baby-making machine hahah! Hand me the scissors!” he cut the baby’s cord and handed it to me. He was so beautiful as his dad and weighed up at almost 11 pounds!

“I’m lucky: if there were just 1 or 2 here, the kid would rip me open!”

“oh...are you having more than 2?”

“well, actually I never had a sonogram, but I think so: both the other times I pushed out triplets...he said, matter-of-factly”

“wow! You’re right, you were made to give birth!”

  (TBC)