Sitting at his computer, Jason was happy to finally have a few minutes to rest. He had been working overtime at his job as a realtor, and was trying to make quota in the busted housing market. His feet were killing him and his back ached like never before. After a grueling 16-hour day of open houses and paper work, nothing was making Jason happier than relaxing in his boxers with leftover Chinese food and YouTube videos.

Finding nothing of interest on YouTube, Jason began scrolling around on Facebook, and was intrigued to find a new message in his inbox, and was even more intrigued to find out that it was from his high school sweetheart, whom he had mostly lost touch with since graduation. Katie was beautiful and sweet, but had decided to attend college across the country and then studied abroad in Italy. Jason had went straight into the real-estate market like his father and grandfather, and dated around. Last he had heard, Katie was living in New York City and was engaged. Clicking on the message, Jason read:

Dearest Jason:

I can't believe it took me this long to start using Facebook, but I knew that when I did, you would be the first person I looked for. I'm so happy to find you! I'm going to be in town for a few weeks, beginning next month. I would love nothing more than to see you ;)

Love,

Katie

Jason couldn't believe what he was reading. He had never stopped thinking of Katie, even though he had dated countless women (and some men) since she left. Taking 2 seconds to think about what to write back, he typed:

Katie,

Love to see you. Name the time and place.

-J

Satisfied that he had sounded aloof and not a hint desperate, he hit 'send.'

Suddenly, a horrible thought crossed his mind, and his hands flew to his middle. As they landed on the firm, swollen orb, he gasped.

Somehow, the romance of his high school sweetheart entering his life again had made him momentarily forget that he was 8 months pregnant, despite the fact that the globe sat heavily in his lap and pulled his back into a deep arch.

Holding his heavy pregnancy in his hands, Jason studied the situation: his undershirt pulled tightly against the gravid dome, pushing his boxers far into the crease where that heaviness met his pubic area, leaving a wide sliver of pale, shiny skin exposed. His cork-like navel led the way and announced to all that this was no beer belly. No, Jason expected his daughter in just under a month. The father, one of the few men that Jason experimented with, was no longer in the picture.

Now what? Jason thought. He had already replied to Katie, and he desperately wanted to see her. Would she understand? Doubtful. Male pregnancy was still incredibly rare and Jason actually only knew of one other man in his life that had carried a child. Palming his dome, Jason closed his eyes and thought. And thought. He started going through Katie's pictures on her profile, and admired how stunning, slim, and sexy she was looking. As he absentmindedly stroked his belly, he wondered how he could go through with the meeting. She was perfect, and he was carrying a planet around with him.

Hoisting his massive belly out of the chair, he affixed his hands in the deep arch of his lower back and found his balance. Walking over to the mirror in his entryway, he studied his reflection. From the front, he didn't look that bad. His thimble of a belly-button gave him away; tweaking it, he wondered if he could put a bandage on it, flatten it out, and claim a beer belly. Turning profile, he knew it was a hopeless notion. The gravid pregnancy pulled him forward so far that he had to either cradle his belly or support his back to prevent toppling over. At last check, his baby was nearly 13 pounds and growing. But Jason was a big, muscular guy anyway, so he could handle it. It was just shocking to see how big he was getting. His middle had inflated drastically, blowing his six-pack to shreds, and it hung heavily. Jason pulled his undershirt up the rest of the way, and ran a hand over what he exposed. No, he realized, there was no way to hide this. The only thing he could hope for was that he could give birth before Katie arrived.

He was frantic that night, constantly checking for a message from Katie. Desperately needing to know when she would be here, he couldn't sleep. He tried to stay busy. He: selected his outfit for work the next day; applied cocoa butter to his swollen orb 7 times; clipped his fingernails (reaching his toenails was all but impossible); watched 2 episodes of House that he had DVR'd and forgot about; made a package of Ramen with pickle relish and black olives; ordered a new wallet from a catalog; played with his popped navel; watched a little porn and...well, you know; and finally, rubbed his belly.

Then, around 7 AM when Jason was getting ready to take a shower, a message from Katie appeared:

Jason:

Will be in town in 3 weeks. Looking forward to seeing your face.

<3,

Katie

"3 weeks?!" he shouted at no one in particular. Grabbing his bulging belly, he felt like crying.

"I'm not even due for 4 weeks. What in the hell am I supposed to do?"

Sighing, he pulled his heaviness off the chair and waddled to the shower. Gingerly stepping in, he massaged body wash all over his pregnant body; balancing the best he could, he launched a futile attempt at washing his feet. Once he was semi-clean, he carefully stepped out and began the daunting task of towel-drying his massive body. 3 towels later, Jason gave up and gave in to air-drying. Tucking a bath sheet under his dome, he waddled back into the bedroom, his problem weighing heavily on his mind and also, heavily on his middle.

The suit he had selected last night was lying on his unused bed, taunting him as Jason knew how difficult getting dressed was. Balancing himself the best he could, Jason struggled into his increasingly-tight trousers, buttoned a nice shirt around his protruding dome, and finally, topped it off with a sport coat that could no longer meet around the peak of his belly. Running a bit of wax through his short, dark hair and slapping on some after-shave, he decided he looked pretty good considering he stayed up all night. Well, except for the baby-filled globe jutting out of his jacket. Grabbing his briefcase, he headed out.

Easing his heavy load into his gorgeous Audi Quatro was not easy, but it was nothing compared to the uncomfortable ride to the office. His marble-like navel rubbed against the steering wheel until it was highly irritated, even though his seat was pushed as far back as it would go. Jason knew he needed a new car, but he loved his Quatro and didn't want to give in to a 'dad car.' Pulling into his reasonably close parking space, he hoisted his pregnant frame out of the car and gave his sore navel a rub.

"Hello, Frieda," he said, greeting one of the secretaries.

"Oh, Jason!" she shouted, jumping up and latching her wrinkled hands onto Jason's heavily swollen belly. He bit his tongue to keep from saying anything, but he was tired of his belly being community property. Jason waited patiently as the elderly woman felt around his bump, looking for any sign of movement from his unborn child. When the aggravated baby finally kicked, Frieda's chirps and squeals brought over 2 more of the secretaries and Jason was literally pushed into a nearby chair as his massive orb was fondled. Somehow his shirt ended up becoming untucked and his bare flesh had hands pressed into it. Since the ladies had known Jason since he was a baby himself, they found no shame in attacking his now-bare dome.

"Ladies, I hate to interrupt, but I have a client coming in in just a few minutes..." Jason said to deaf ears, wanting to get out of this situation before the ladies started telling him horror stories about delivery and old-wives tales. Then again, Jason figured he'd heard them all by now.

They reluctantly let him go, and he got himself pulled together before entering his office. Running a hand through his messed-up hair, he sighed. Just walking to his office exhausted him, and the ladies getting his child upset certainly didn't help. His belly was becoming increasingly distorted with elbows and feet poking out, and the rolls the baby was attempting didn't help things. Sitting down, he began stroking his belly in a futile attempt at calming his daughter. Getting lost in the soothing motions, Jason didn't hear his overbearing father enter the room.

"Excuse me, if you don't mind me interrupting your little moment, your client will be hear in 5 minutes," his dad, David announced.

Snapping out of his daze, Jasons hands immediately flew away from his pregnancy. Unfortunately, David was not on-board with Jasons expectant state. Since male-pregnancy was still so new, Davids generation had not been able to experience it. In his fathers eyes (and especially his ancient grandfather who ran the company with an iron fist), women had babies. Men helped make them. Men made the money, while the mothers stayed home with the babies THEY carried and gave birth to. The fact that his only son was not only pregnant, but single, was not Davids idea of a properly-reared son.

"Okay, dad," Jason said, trying not to touch his bump. He hoisted himself up and began to rub his lower back. This movement caused his bump to jut forward even further, and when Jason sighed in pain, David rolled his eyes. If men could carry babies now, surely it was easier on them than it was on women. Pain was not for men, he strongly believed. As his son waddled toward the door, David had to turn his head.

The day turned out to be a long one, as did the many that followed. Jason was exhausted, stressed about the impending arrival of his soulmate and his upcoming delivery, and in pain. His lower back was so sore that he couldn't sit, lie down, or stand comfortably. He was always up and down, up and down. Worse, the baby was making no great strides towards being born early. As he got ready for his checkup, he decided to ask his doctor about being induced, as it would only be another week before Katie arrived.

Jason decided on track pants and a once-baggy t-shirt for his OB appointment. The pants sat low under his enormous belly, and the t-shirt was sadly skin-tight around the peak of his swell. Since the doctors office was only a few blocks away, Jason decided to walk. It was a beautiful day and he was always in need of a bit of excercise, but about halfway there, Jason was cursing his impulsive decision. His already-tight shirt clung to his bulging belly, and he was drenched in sweat. Finally arriving at the office, he stood panting until he could go inside.

He signed in and lowered himself into a tiny chair while he waited for his name to be called. The office was full of expectant women, all in various stages of pregnancy. Thankfully, they were all engrossed with the television, so he was able to relax for a bit. Usually, as he was Dr. Lowell's only current male patient, he attracted a bit of attention.

Finally, just as Jason got semi-comfortable, his name was called. Grasping the arms of the chair, Jason managed to propel his heaviness up into a standing position, his hands immediately bracing on his lower back. He followed the nurse back, and after getting weighted and seeing that he had gained 11 pounds, he didn't have to be told to remove his shirt and get on the table. The pretty nurse helped him up, where he stripped off his clingy t-shirt, revealing his mammoth sweaty belly. The glistening made it seem all the bigger under the lousy flourescent lighting. Jason stroked it as the nurse took his blood pressure.

"Oh, my," began the nurse. "I see we're coming along nicely since the last appointment." She being prodding his hard dome and the baby immediately became enraged at her touch. Jason sighed as his ribs were pummeled.

"Yeah, well..." mumbled Jason as he ran a soothing hand over his slick dome. He was so used to this that he zoned out as Nurse Rachel measured his belly and did her usual routine. After she left, Jason relaxed as he waited for the doctor, rubbing his bump the whole time. Finally, Dr. Lowell entered:

"How're we doing, Jason?" he began.

"Oh, you know. Just getting bigger and bigger. I'm sore, tired, and ready to get this kid out. I was wondering what my odds would be of an early induction."

"Well, we'll see how things look, but I think that little gal has a bit more time in the womb than what you would probably like her to," he replied. "I know you're due soon, but I see no reason to induce. She needs all the time she can get."

"Mhmm..." Jason mumbled, already trying to figure out how to get an induction scheduled so he could keep his date with Katie.

"Let's just see how things are," Dr. Lowell said as he helped Jason put his feet in the stirrups. He was quiet a sight: Tall, muscular, handsome, but with a giant bulging belly exposed for the world to see, and his legs spread in the air.

As the doctor prodded around and examined Jason, it became clear that labor was not on the horizon. Things were going well, and the baby was up to 14 pounds.

Jason put on his damp t-shirt, struggling to adjust it around his gravid middle. He was in a bitter mood because of the news, and he had to go to his parents house for dinner later which he knew wouldn't be pretty. He decided to call a cab because he was in no mood to walk home.

Once he arrived, he struggled through a shower, and then chose a black v-neck paternity t-shirt that showed off his biceps and tribal tattoos and hugged his belly semi-comfortably. Paired with low-riding jeans that fit nicely under his swell, he felt like he looked as nice as he would at this stage of pregnancy. Turning sideways in the mirror, his bulging belly instantly soured his mood again. He felt like crashing in front of the television, but knew his mom wanted to see him. Trudging to the garage, he adjusted his pregnant body behind the wheel of his sports car and began the 20-minute drive to his parents mansion in the suburbs.

When he arrived, his mother was thrilled to see him. She wrapped her tiny arms around his massive middle and instantly began to feel for her unborn granddaughter. Pamela had been much more receptive of her expectant son than her husband had been, though she wished the circumstances would have been more ideal.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked.

"Eh. Ready for this to be over with, mom."

"I know, baby. But you're handling it so well. I know it can't be easy for you," she replied, patting his swollen dome. "Come on in."

Jason followed his mother to the living room, where she brought him a glass of lemonade. Leaning back in the comfortable chair, he placed a comforting hand on his bulging belly. He offered to help with dinner, but his mother vetoed that idea quickly.

"You need your rest, son, and besides, we don't need anyone getting food poisoning," she joked with a smile.

Once dinner was ready, Jason and his father joined Pamela in the dining room. Though Jasons bump was hidden under the table, his father was glaring at him the whole time. And, finally, he started in.

"So, whats your plans look like when you have that kid?" he demanded.

"David, don't," Pamela started.

"Pam, this is my house and I will ask what I want of my boy," he said firmly. "Well?" he asked, looking at Jason with looks that could kill.

"First of all, dad, my baby is a girl. Your granddaughter. And I'm due to give birth to her in 2-weeks." Leaning back, he ran his strong hands over his massiveness. His father glared at him, but said nothing.

Dinner was tense, with only Pamela making any type of effort at conversation. Afterwards, David dissapeared into his study, and Jason decided to confide in his mother:

"What's wrong with him, mom? I'm carrying his grandchild, and he's being so cold towards me. I thought he would have come around by now," Jason said.

"It's just hard for him, sweetie. He doesn't understand this new science. Why don't you go in there and tell him how you feel?" she suggested.

"I don't know, he doesn't seem..." Jason trailed off.

"Just try it. I won't let it get out of control," she said. Jason had to stifle a giggle at the idea of his petite mother breaking up a fight between her husband and her heavily pregnant son.

"Okay," he said against his better judgement. As he walked towards his fathers office, the baby was going crazy as if she sensed his nervousness.

Knocking timidly on the door, Jason entered. His father was hard at work, and said nothing.

"Dad?" Jason ventured.

"Hmmm?" David asked.

"I wondered if we could talk. I mean, we do at work, but this is personal," Jason asked.

"What do you need?" David asked.

"Umm, could you take a break for a second and listen to me?" Jason sounded more snide than what he meant. But it worked, as David put his pen down and turned around. Taking in the sight of his heavily pregnant son, he sighed.

"What is it?"

"Dad, I..." Jason started to choke up. Gathering his composure, he continued. "I want to know what it's going to take for you to accept this," he said, gesturing at his baby-filled belly. "What's it going to take for you to accept that I'm carrying your granddaughter?" he pleaded.

David's face turned red. "Son, it's not right. It's not how God intended it."

Jason felt his nostrils flare, and he knew he couldn't back down. "So if I was a girl and giving you a granddaughter, how would you feel?"

"If you were a girl, and had a husband who could provide for you and your child, I would be elated. But you're not. You're my son. You're bringing a child into this world and that's not what you should be doing. You're going to a single parent, and you're my son. So your hypothetical question is invalid," David said without a moments hesitation.

Jason was getting more upset by the second. "Dad," he continued, poking himself in his massive swell, "look at this. My belly. Your granddaughter is in here, regardless of what you think about it. The laws of biology are more open-minded than you are. You're going to shun your granddaughter because your son gave birth to her? Blame me, but don't punish your granddaughter," he demanded, his voice increasing in volume by the syllable. He took a step closer to his father. Without thinking, he jerked his tight t-shirt up under his pecs. Exposing his perfectly spherical, shiny, taut pregnancy to his father, he stopped with his gravid swell mere inches from his face. David turned his head.

"Look, dad," Jason demanded. "Get your head out of your ass and LOOK!" He jerked his fathers hand to his dome and as much as he wanted to fight his son, Jason was much stronger. He placed Davids hand on his heavy dome, applying slight pressure in various places until he got what he wanted: his daughter stuck her foot out gently against her grandfathers hand. David closed his eyes and pursed his lips as if he was trying not to say something. Jason refused to let go, and knew he was a sight: his bare, massive pregnancy jutting out over his jeans; his outie navel close to brushing his fathers face. Jason finally let go of his dads hands, and stood there, bare-bellied. David said nothing, so Jason pulled his shirt down over his gut, and left. He said goodbye to his mother, let her feel his belly again, and headed home.

Jason fell asleep on the couch without bothering to set his alarm. When he didn't show up at work, David didn't bother calling. He knew he'd be back when he cooled off, and Jason knew that, too. Instead, he focused his attention on Katie and what he was going to do about her. He had finally accepted that the baby was not going to arrive sooner, so he had to move on to new ideas: cancel, admit the pregnancy and see how she takes it, or surprise her. He chose the latter, mostly because he was dying to see her and didn't have the heart to tell her now.

They had decided on Friday night for their reunion, and Jason hit the mall that morning looking for a new outfit. He couldn't believe he was going to see his old girlfriend and he was so heavily pregnant. His luck, he thought. Hitting his favorite store, he chose some larger-cut pieces and headed for the dressing room. It was too bad that paternity clothes were scarce and pretty much only available online. When only 1 out of 1,000 pregnanices were male pregnancies, Jason had to make do with bigger clothes instead of paternity-specific ones. He chose a beautiful Italian-cut suit and new shirt and tie. The salesman helped him the best he could, suggesting the biggest size and then taking it to alterations on the third-floor. Jason did just that, and ended up looking pretty sharp in a nice suit that hugged every curve of his pregnancy.

Next step: flowers. Jason went to the most high-end florist in town and purchased a lavish bouquet of roses, irises, and Peruvian lilies. He confirmed the reservations at the best restaurant in town, had his Audi detailed, got a fresh haircut and shave, and bought a new cologne. After crossing everything off of his to-do list, Jason carefully washed his pregnant form in the shower and put together his new look. He admitted he looked good-great, even-but the heavy planet attached to him was going to be tough to explain. As he buttoned his new jacket over it, he gave it a rub and realized that it accentuated his condition. No denying it, Jason was one heavily pregnant man.

As he drove across town to meet Katie, his heart wast racing, his unborn child was having a rave, and his palms were sweating. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he had to get to the restaurant before Katie so he could hide his dome under the table-top. Of course, Katie would eventually see his pregnancy, but Jason wanted to postpone it until the right moment (if there was a right moment).

As Jason pulled into the restaurant, he was berating himself for not asking Katie was she was driving so he could see if she were here. Before he could dwell too much on it, the valet approached and he had to pull his heavy frame out of the tiny car. His belly was pulling painfully on his poor back, and the valet offered a hand. Jason tipped him, handed over the keys, and walked inside. No turning back.

"Your name?" the snotty maitre'd asked.

"Lewis. Jason Lewis."

"This way."

Jason was relieved to arrive at his table and see that it was empty. He was a few minutes early, so he adjusted his belly under the table and did his best to hid his pregnancy. The waiter brought water and menus and bread, so he kept his hands busy. He also rubbed his swollen globe under the table as he waited, and then, she appeared.

Katie was wearing a tight red dress that showed her perfect body. Her blonde hair was much longer and straighter than when he had seen her last, and she had quite a tan. She was stunning.

"Jason?" she said.

"Katie. You look beautiful." He wanted to get up and help her with her chair, but luckily, the waiter saved him and did it himself. Katie sat across from him, and the looks she gave him caused the butterflies (and baby) in his belly to go into turbo-drive.

They just looked at each other for a few minutes, until Katie spoke: "How have you been, Jason?"

"I, I'm okay," he said softly. "Still in real estate. You?"

"Doing good. Still in fashion. I'm a head buyer now."

Jason nodded. They just wanted to look at each other, but soon, they were talking about everything under the sun. They discussed family, careers, vacations, and more. The talk soon turned to dating, and Jason said, "So, tell me why someone like is still single."

Katie smiled meekly. "There was someone. But..." She looked away wistfully. Jason leaned forward, eager to hear what she was going to say. She continued: "He was in the Army, and he fell for someone in Germany. He didn't bother telling me for months, and let me make wedding plans, and..." she trailed off.

Feeling bold, Jason took her hand. "We're not all like that," he said. "I've missed you."

Katie smiled. "I've missed you, too. So what's your story. Where's the wife?"

Jason pondered it for a second. Was now a good time to reveal the pregnancy? "There's been a few people. No one serious, though." Except my childs father, he thought to himself.

They held hands over the table for a moment, and barely touched their food. As the conversation winded down, Jason knew it was now or never. After Katie suggested a walk on the pier, he covered his swollen dome with his overcoat and followed her out of the restaurant. Once outside, he was safe in the dark. He had to tell her though before she touched him because he was dying to put his arm around her and pull her close.

"Katie," he began. "There's something you should know."

"Oh, my God. Are you married?" she exclaimed.

"No, no. I told you there's been no one serious."

"Then what is it?" she asked sweetly.

Stopping, he put his hands on her shoulders. They were illuminated by the soft glow of the pier lights, and Katie looked gorgeous.

"Katie," he said, taking her hands in his, "I want to show you something." Slowly, he guided her hands to his massively heavy pregnancy. He placed them on either side of his dome and pressed lightly. Katie gasped.

"What the hell?!" she shouted. Not exactly what Jason was hoping for, but it was what he expected.

He let go of her hands, and she took a step back.

"Are you pregnant?!" she demanded.

"Yes," Jason replied meekly.

"And you didn't tell me because....? Don't you think I deserved to know before I came tonight? I was going to tell you that I still loved you, Jason. But you couldn't be bothered to be honest with me about something this serious? What the fuck, Jason?!" she spewed at him.

"Katie, I..."

Katie interrupted him: "I have to go, Jason." And with that, she whirled around and rushed back to the restaurant, leaving Jason alone and pregnant, standing on the pier.

Once the initial shock and devastation wore off, Jason slunk back to get his car. He drove home in a fog of sadness, but in the back of his mind, he wondered what exactly he was expecting. Of course she would leave! He was fucking pregnant with another mans baby. What woman would want to be part of that?

Somehow, Jason made it back home. The answering machine light was blinking, and of course, it was from Katie. His feelings were hurt badly, but he had to hear what she had to say.

"Jason, it's Katie. I apologize for acting so hasty and immaturely, but surely you understand why I was so shocked. You really should have told me. But listen, call me when you get this and I'll come over; that is, if I haven't blown it. We need to talk about this."

Jason almost didn't call her, but knew he would never be able to sleep. She was still at the restaurant, waiting for his call. He decided to change clothes while he waited on her. Choosing a baby-blue v-neck that highlighted everything (hey, secrets out, right?) and a pair of dark-wash jeans that made his ass look great, Jason thought he looked pretty nice. He decided not to sit until he let Katie in since getting up while so heavy was a struggle.

Finally, the doorbell rang and he came face-to-face with her. She took one look at his gravid bump in full-light, and gasped. He stepped aside and let her in without a word.

Katie entered the room and turned to take in the sight of her pregnant ex-boyfriend. She couldn't believe how large he was; how many was he having?!

"Would you like to sit down?" Jason asked.

Nodding, she sat on the couch and watched as Jason struggled to get into a sitting position. Once seated, Jasons bump sat heavily on his lap, taking up more room than she remembered just hours ago. Katie's eyes were glued to the heaviness, and she whispered, "May I?"

Nodding, Jason took her hands and pressed them onto his belly. He moved them over the firm skin and once she seemed to be a little less shocked, he slid them under his tight t-shirt and allowed her to feel the taut, warm skin. Once the baby started kicking, he pulled his shirt up. Her eyes bugged out at the sight of his massive, heavy orb.

"What are you having?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"A little girl," he answered.

"When?"

"Another week or so," he replied.

Katie couldn't help but giggle as the baby kicked against her touch. Running her fingers over his cork-like belly button, Jason stifled a moan. He was incredibly sensitive, having had no action since his belly popped and he couldn't hide it anymore. Katie swept her hair to the side and pressed her ear into his belly, laughing as the baby kicked her. The feeling of her hair on his taut skin made Jason shiver, and he wanted to run his fingers through it, but was hesitant.

Katie looked up at him, hands still glued to his heavy middle. She'd only seen one pregnant man before and that was in a magazine, so the sight of one so close to her was wild; the fact that it was her high school sweetheart was even more surreal. They looked in each others eyes for a moment, until Katie spoke:

"May I ask how it happened?"

"Um, well, I was at a party. Having too much fun, I guess. Now, I'm not gay, but sometimes things happen. I don't remember much, but here we are," he said, gesturing to his swell.

"Wow. Is the father still around?" she inquired.

Shaking his head, he continued to assist Katie's exploration of his expectant condition. She seemed to accept his explanation of the conception, so they continued to sit in silence.

Finally, he did it: he ran his fingers through her gorgeous blonde hair, and she reclined into him, a hand resting on his gargantuan baby bump; his outie belly button neatly fitted between two fingers. As he held her, he thought about the past. It had been so long since he felt her soft skin, smelled her perfume.

They didn't go to bed together. There was plenty of time if that was ever going to be in the cards. They just held each other, occassionally caressing Jasons pregnancy. They didn't even kiss, save for one Jason planted on Katie's forehead.

The next morning, Katie prepared the heavily pregnant man breakfast. After he ate 19 pancakes, his already-full belly was ready burst. There wasn't much room for food, but Jason was always hungry. His belly bulged further out of his t-shirt, and it wouldn't even come close to meeing his boxers. A wide sliver of firm skin displayed itself, and he constantly pulled at the fabric as it rode up to expose his popped navel.

Katie laughed when she saw him. Poking his huge belly, she said "good Lord. And I thought it was huge last night!" Giving it a shake, Jason groaned as his full belly sloshed around. He felt so bloated, but was happy that Katie seemed happy. The painful waddle to the shower wasn't easy, but Katie seemed all too happy to help him. He was surprised at her 360* from disgust to lust, but he wasn't complaining. Jason wasn't sure about being naked in front of Katie just yet, because he wasn't sure he was comfortable being so vulnerable in his gravid state, but she was hot on his heels as he headed for the shower.

Nervously, he peeled off his t-shirt and dropped his boxers. Katie took in the sight: his heavy belly hung just slightly above his always-erect penis. His meaty pecs looked ready to provide for his soon-to-be-born daughter, and his legs were heavily muscled from toting around his massive pregnancy for nearly 9 months. His biceps and strong back were tattoed and gorgeous. Katie had to admit, she liked what she saw.

Next, she began to strip, and Jason leaned his pregnant body against the wall, rubbing his belly. He felt awkward being so exposed in his current state, but watching this beautiful women take her clothes off to help him shower was pretty hot. Still, they couldn't....could they?

Once naked, Katie helped Jason carefully into the hot, steamy shower. She lathered his swollen body up until it was fantastically shiny and wet. Katie couldn't believe that she was initially put off by this; having never seen a pregnant man in person, she had no idea what she was missing. Truth be told, she had never been so attracted to a man in her life. Her hands slipping all over his big, slick belly was a sensation she longed to hold onto. She couldn't believe how rock-hard and swollen it was!

As she wrapped her arms around Jason from behind, she was stunned to see that her hands couldn't meet at the peak of his sensitive navel. He was just that big. If she didn't know better, she would have guessed there were twins or triplets in there. Katie continued to slide her hands all over the slick surface of his globe, and longed to feel the pressure of that heavy belly on her own flat one. Turning Jason around, she looked longingly into his eyes. He knew that look.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Saying nothing, Katie grabbed his head and pulled him in for a deep, wet kiss. After coming up for air, she immediately kissed her way down to his rotund bulge. He cried out, having no idea that his belly was so sensitive, but when she clenched her lips around his navel, it was almost over. She hadn't even touched his penis, but at this point, she didn't need to. He was a goner. He reached over and turned off the water, and they hurried, soaking wet, to the bedroom as quick as the heavily pregnant man could waddle.

Katie helped him onto the bed, and as he lie flat on his sore back, his massive belly towered high into the air. She immediately straddled him and went back to work on that firm, hot pregnancy. Jason was biting his lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as she went to work on his nearly full-term middle. The baby was incredibly active, presumably from the excitement of its father and his soon-to-be lover.

When Katie rolled a condom onto his engorged length and lowered herself onto him, Jason thought he would black out. She held her hands firmly on his sweaty belly as she rode him, and his release was intense. When Katie slid off of him, they were both so drenched in sweat that another shower would proably be nice.

But even though they were hot and tired, Katie couldn't keep her hands away from his swollen belly. Jason tried to wrap his head around her sudden about-face, but chose not to tinker with the support beams.

"This," Katie said, poking his belly, "is perfect."

"What?" Jason asked.

"Your pregnancy. It's beautiful. You really wear it well."

"Oh, well. Thanks."

They wished they could stay like this forever, but Jason really needed to get to work, and Katie had plans with some old friends. Jasons main priority for the day was that he avoided his father, so he got dressed quickly and snuck in the back door of the office. He closed a few deals, met a new client, and successfully avoided his dads lair.

He didn't see Katie again for a few days. Jason was feeling a bit off, and she was busy so things just didn't fall into place. As he walked around his condo one night, he felt it: a contraction. He breathed through it and tried to relax; it could be false labor. He didn't want to get his hopes up.

Later than night, he felt another one. Convinced this was it, he still didn't want to call the doctor just yet. They were so far apart, and didn't hurt too bad. Just like the muscles clenching together, lots of pressure, but no real pain.

Jason tried to get some sleep, and was awoken more and more frequently. He finally texted Katie and called his doctor. Grabbing the bag he had packed long ago, he headed out to give birth to his daughter. Katie hadn't replied yet, so he tried to relax. She was probably asleep.

Thankfully, he was given a private room early on. The contractions were coming 10 minutes apart and were getting painful. He clenched his teeth and breathed through them, trying to be a man. As they got closer and closer, he wondered if Katie was going to show up. Was it all a front? Did she really care about him? The laboring man felt tears well-up in his eyes; holding his contracting belly in his hands, he couldn't believe he'd been so foolish. She'd gotten hers and left. He was just a piece of meat to her; a new experience. Cross the pregnant man off the list, he thought bitterly.

When his water broke, the pressure was relieved a bit, but he was scared he was going to be alone. He decided to call his parents. His mother answered and he tried to convince her to come alone, but she insisted on bringing his father. Jason couldn't believe it: his dissaproving father was going to be there as he gave birth to his daughter. Thankfully, his mother said only she would be in the room as he welcomed his daughter, if that was okay with Jason; his father would remain in the waiting room.

His mother had just arrived when Jason felt it: an undeniable need to push. As he wrapped his hands around his muscular knees, he bored down as hard as he could. He prayed that his father couldn't hear his screams, as the pain was almost unbearable. Through clenched teeth, he tried to breathe. His mother rubbed his back and coached him the best she could remember. Falling back on his pillow, Jason wanted to give up, but he knew that would solve nothing.

After a moments rest, Jason got ready to push again. He could feel his daughter crowing.

"I..can't..DO THIS!" he screamed.

"It's okay, Jason, I can see the head! Don't stop now, okay? We're close," the doctor said calmly.

Clenching his teeth, Jason pushed as hard as he could. He screamed as the babies large head stretched him out. But after another excruciating push, his daughter slipped into the doctors hands.

"Oh, my God! She's gorgeous!" Jasons mother shouted as he collapsed on the pillow.

And just like that, it was over. He really couldn't believe that he had brought his daughter into the world. The nurse brought her over for a bite to eat, and Jason squealed as she latched onto his tender nipple. After a moment, he felt wonderful. His opening still burned with a horrific fire, but the release of pressure in his chest was orgasmic.

He just couldn't believe that Katie hadn't shown up. He had left her messages, but nothing.

"Hey, mom? Has anyone called my phone?" he asked.

"No, dear. Were you expecting someone? she probed.

He filled her in on the situation with Katie as his daughter suckled, but when she looked at his phone, there was nothing.

"Katie? Your old girlfriend Katie?" his mother probed.

Nodding, Jason felt a lump in his throat.

"Dear, Katie got married last summer and lives in Israel. I saw her mother not long ago. I don't believe she's been back in town in several years."

What the Hell? Jason thought. He looked down at the baby suckling at his chest.

I've lost my mind, he realized.

Jason woke up with a start, covered in sweat.

As he lowered a hand to his full-term belly, he felt next to him, where Katie was snoring softly. The baby kicked against his hand, and he sighed in relief.

Thank God, because what a dream.