Nate never thought heād find himself signing up for a Lamaze class.
The very idea seemed ridiculous at first. Breathing techniques? Visualization exercises? He wasnāt some fragile thing who needed hand-holding through the process. He was Nate Royce. Heād been through grueling two-a-day workouts, military-grade conditioning, and endurance challenges that left weaker men in the dust.
But pregnancy?
Pregnancy was changing everything.
No matter how much he fought to keep his routine intactāhis workouts, his diet, his lifestyleāhis body was still shifting in ways he couldnāt control. The muscle definition he had spent years perfecting was softening. His appetite was erratic. His emotionsāGod help himāwere all over the damn place. And as much as he hated to admit it, there were nights he found himself lying awake, one hand on his stomach, realizing just how much he didnāt know.
So, when his doctor subtly suggested a Lamaze class, he didnāt scoff this time. HeĀ listened.
The only problem?
He needed a partner.
The list of people who knew about his pregnancy was laughably short.
Scratch thatāthere was onlyĀ oneĀ name on it.
Ryan.
Nate hesitated before texting him. He wasnāt sure why. It wasnāt like Ryan had ever judged him. Hell, if anything, the guy took everything in stride, rolling with each new revelation like it was just another fact of life. But this? This feltā¦ different.
This wasnāt a night at the gym or another evening indulging in cravings and mindless action movies.
This wasĀ intimate.
Still, he had no choice.
Nate:Ā Hey. You busy Wednesday night?
Ryan:Ā Depends. Whatās up?
Nate:Ā Need a partner for something.
Ryan:Ā ā¦Something like what?
Nate:Ā Lamaze class.
There was a beat of silence, and for a moment, Nate swore he couldĀ feelĀ the smirk forming on Ryanās face through the phone.
Ryan:Ā You want me to hold your hand and tell you to breathe?
Nate:Ā Just say yes or no, jackass.
Ryan:Ā ā¦Yeah. Iāll do it.
Nate:Ā Appreciate it.
Ryan:Ā You should. I donāt do this kind of thing for just anyone.
Nate rolled his eyes but couldnāt stop the corner of his mouth from twitching upward.
Class time in the studio
The class was held in a private studio, small and intimate, with soft lighting and an ambiance that made Nate feel vaguely ridiculous. He wasnāt exactly the type to sit on floor cushions and practice deep breathing with a bunch of strangers.
But the moment Ryan walked in, wearing that ever-present cocky smirk, Nate relaxed a little.
Ryan gave him a once-over, eyes flicking down to his midsection before meeting his gaze again. āNot gonna lie, man. Kinda expected you to be, I donāt know,Ā biggerĀ by now.ā
Nate snorted. āIāve got time.ā
Ryan grinned. āYeah, well, enjoy it while you can. I hear things getĀ realĀ fun in the last few months.ā
Nate rolled his eyes and gestured toward the floor. āCome on, smartass. Time to breathe.ā
They sat among the other couples, and as the instructor started talking about relaxation techniques, Ryanātrue to formāleaned in close and muttered, āThis is kinda hot.ā
Nate elbowed him, but Ryan just chuckled, low and warm.
Then came the part where they had to practice different sitting positions.
Some of the other couples had their partners kneeling behind them, hands on their shoulders. Others sat side by side, holding hands like some cheesy romance novel cover.
But somehow, without reallyĀ thinkingĀ about it, Nate justā¦ slid into Ryanās lap.
And RyanĀ letĀ him.
No hesitation. No awkwardness. Just hands settling naturally around Nateās waist, fingers pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt, caressing the taut skin beneath.
Nate exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment as Ryanās hands moved, tracing slow, absentminded patterns along his ribs.
āGood,ā the instructorās voice came through the haze. āPartners, keep your touch steady. Reassuring. Let themĀ feelĀ your presence.ā
Ryanās breath ghosted against Nateās neck. āYou feel me, Royce?ā
Nate swallowed hard. āShut up.ā
Ryan chuckled but didnāt move away. If anything, his touch grew firmer, grounding.
AndĀ damn it, Nate found himself leaning into it.
The rest of the class passed in a blur. Breathing techniques, guided relaxation, some visualization nonsense that Nate half-paid attention to.
But the real challenge?
Keeping himself in check when Ryanās hands never stopped moving.
By the time they made it to the parking lot, Nate wasĀ buzzingĀ with something restless, something hot curling low in his gut.
And the moment they slid into Ryanās car, it snapped.
It started slowāa glance, a smirk. Then a hand on Nateās thigh. Then a shift, a breath, aĀ look.
And then?
Then they were kissing, hard and hungry, bodies pressed too close in the dim interior of the car.
Ryanās hands were everywhereāgripping Nateās waist, sliding up his back, tilting his head just so. And NateĀ meltedĀ into it, fingers tangling in Ryanās shirt, pulling him closer,Ā needingĀ this, needingĀ him.
By the time they pulled apart, breathless, Ryan smirked. āSo, Lamaze was a success?ā
Nate huffed a laugh. āShut up and drive.ā
Nateās phone ringsā¦
He glanced at the screen.Ā Dr. Patel.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. āDoctor?ā
Nate sighed and answered. āHey, doc.ā
Dr. Patelās warm voice came through the speaker. āNate, just checking in. How are you feeling?ā
Nate ran a hand through his hair. āUhā¦ good, actually. No real complaints.ā
There was a pause. āAny changes in appetite? Energy levels?ā
Nate hesitated, then glanced at Ryan, who was currently tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm with the music playing softly through the car.
His cravings had kicked in harder than ever. His energy fluctuated. His bodyĀ feltĀ different.
But for the first time in a whileā¦ he wasnāt facing it alone.
He exhaled. āIām good, doc. Really.ā
Dr. Patel hummed. āGlad to hear it. Keep listening to your body, and let me know if anything changes.ā
āI will.ā
As the call ended, Ryan glanced at him. āEverything okay?ā
Nate nodded.
Then, after a beat, he said, āThanks for coming with me tonight.ā
Ryan shrugged. āYeah, well. You needed a partner.ā He smirked. āBesides, I kinda like telling you to breathe.ā
These brothers all planned their pregnancies t line up near each other. James, Mike, Nick, Alex, and Andrew grew up super close. They all played basketball and baseball on the high school team together. They all started dating at the same time, then got married all within the same two years. James and Andrew on the ends got pregnant a year into their marriages. The triplet men convinced their twin brothers to get pregnant again when Michael announced that him and his wife Emma were expecting.
Once they all got past 13 weeks they told their parents. Their father was ecstatic and proud of his boys for being in it together, he wishes he would have had that same support when he was experiencing pregnancy as an early adopter of male womb treatment.
Last month they all started paternity leave and made Home Depot their second home gathering supplies to finish off nurseries and baby proofing each otherās houses. Their wives were proud of their handy hubbies happily nesting. They only didnāt expect the boysā libedo to skyrocket but they saw it as an even trade off since they didnāt have to birth the babies. Blowing off a pregnant guy nightly wasnāt bad.
Christmas came around and Michael was due right on Dec 27 then it would only be a month or two that the other lads would deliver their loads. Michael was ready to become a new dad and was thankful to have birthing pools ready all over town at everybodyās homes.
He's just assessing the size of his belly. Although he is quite happy with it and pleased to be growing bigger and bigger he is surprised how big is already. But then the father of his baby is a big bloke
As the news of Jack's pregnancy spread through their group of friends, there was a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and heartfelt support. One evening, as they all gathered at Jack and Emma's house, the topic naturally turned to Jack's unique situation.
Mike, one of Jack's closest friends and a fellow jock, couldn't hide his fascination. "Man, Jack, this whole pregnancy thing is wild. You know, I've been thinking... If you can do it, maybe I could too. Imagine the headlines: 'Straight Gym Bro Carries Baby!'"
Amidst the laughter, Jack shook his head with a grin. "Mike, it's not as simple as it sounds. It's not just about headlines; it's a journey, an emotional roller coaster. But hey, if science ever finds a way, I'll be right there cheering you on."
As the months went by, Jack's home transformed into a haven of preparation. The baby's room was painted in soft pastels, with a crib nestled by the window overlooking the serene fields. Emma and Jack spent evenings assembling furniture, folding tiny clothes, and discussing potential baby names.
Jack's body, too, underwent remarkable changes. His friends would often marvel at the sight of his burgeoning belly. "Dude, your body is a miracle," Mark, another friend, exclaimed. "I can't believe you're growing a human in there."
Jack chuckled, patting his round belly. "Yeah, it's quite the experience. But you know what's even crazier? These." He gestured to his chest, where subtle growth was evident. "I'm preparing for breastfeeding. The body's adaptability is truly something."
As Jack's due date approached, his house buzzed with anticipation. Margaret, in her usual fashion, had organized a detailed checklist to ensure everything was ready. Emma and Jack's friends helped with last-minute tasks, creating a warm sense of togetherness.
Then, one fateful day, as the summer sun cast a golden glow over the town, Jack felt a different kind of flutter in his belly. This time, the sensation was accompanied by a steady rhythm. Panic raced through his veins as he realized the baby might be arriving earlier than expected. His friends rushed him to the hospital, excitement and concern etched on their faces.
Hours later, the cries of a baby filled the hospital room. Jack held his son for the first time, tears of joy streaming down his face. Emma, tired but radiant, leaned in to kiss his forehead. "We did it," she whispered.
Just as the room settled into a serene moment, the doctor's voice broke through. "Congratulations, you have another baby on the way!"
The room erupted in surprised laughter and shocked exclamations. Twin boys! Jack and Emma exchanged incredulous glances, their hearts overflowing with love and astonishment.
Months turned into years, and the Midwest town witnessed the growth of a family filled with love, laughter, and unbreakable bonds. Jack's friends marveled at the twins, their fascination now taking a backseat to the beautiful chaos of parenthood.
As the sun set over the fields, casting a warm orange hue over the town, Jack stood on the porch, his boys playing in the yard. His jock friends gathered around him, their camaraderie stronger than ever. Mike nudged Jack and smiled. "You know, even though I can't carry a baby, I can definitely carry a diaper bag like a pro."
Laughter echoed through the air, a testament to the enduring friendship that had seen them through the most unexpected of journeys. And as the stars emerged in the night sky, they knew that the story of the straight man from the Midwest who carried a baby, then unexpectedly carried twins, would be told for generations, a tale of love, courage, and the power of embracing the extraordinary.
~~~
Years passed, and life had settled into a comfortable rhythm in the small Midwest town. Jack and Emma were now parents of two spirited twin boys, and their family exuded warmth and joy. One evening, the group of friends gathered again, this time at Mike's house, to celebrate another milestone ā his marriage to Lisa.
Amid the laughter and clinking of glasses, Jack shared a knowing glance with Mike. He whispered, "Hey, Mike, you never know, you might just surprise us all."
Mike chuckled, lifting his glass. "Yeah, right! As if I could ever carry a baby. I'll leave that to the miracle man over there," he said, nodding at Jack.
Little did Mike know that life was about to take another unexpected turn. Several years later, after the birth of Jack and Emma's third child was announced, a shocking revelation came from Mike's home. He was pregnant. It was a medical marvel, a phenomenon that left everyone speechless.
Mike's emotions were a whirlwind. Excitement mixed with trepidation as he looked at the positive pregnancy test. He shared the news with Lisa, who stared at him in disbelief. Despite their love, Lisa struggled to process this new reality. The thought of her husband carrying a baby was too much to bear, and in a painful moment, she asked him to leave.
Mike found himself standing outside his house, his heart heavy with the weight of a future he hadn't anticipated. With nowhere else to turn, he made his way to Jack and Emma's home, tears in his eyes. Jack welcomed him with a warm embrace, and the two friends shared a bond of empathy that transcended words.
As Mike settled into his new life with Jack and Emma, he found himself navigating a realm of change he had never imagined. The physical and emotional transformations took a toll on him. His body, once accustomed to the rigors of sports, now bore the signs of pregnancy. His muscles softened, and his belly swelled with life. The change was disorienting, and he often voiced his frustration.
"I can't believe I can't even shoot a damn basketball anymore!" Mike exclaimed one evening, staring wistfully at the hoop in the backyard. "And baseball? Forget it. I miss those days."
Jack listened empathetically, placing a hand on Mike's shoulder. "I get it, Mike. It's a huge adjustment. But you're creating life. That's something extraordinary."
Mike grumbled, but he knew Jack was right. His body wasn't his own anymore; it was a vessel of creation. The changes continued, and he found himself facing a new challenge ā his breasts began to grow faster and larger than he ever anticipated. The unexpected weight brought discomfort, and he had to start pumping milk even before the baby was born.
"Can you believe this?" Mike muttered as he waddled off a construction site to pump milk, a sense of frustration in his voice. "Pumping for a baby that's not even here yet. This is insane."
Days turned into weeks, and Mike's body continued to evolve. Jack's gentle encouragement and Emma's unwavering support helped him navigate the emotional roller coaster. And slowly, he began to embrace his journey, realizing that the sacrifices he was making were a testament to his love for his unborn child.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the town, Mike sat on the porch with Jack. The sounds of children's laughter drifted through the air as Jack's twin boys played in the yard.
"I never thought life would take me here," Mike admitted, his voice a mixture of wonder and vulnerability. "But you know what? Maybe I needed to experience this to truly understand what it means to nurture life."
Jack smiled, placing a hand on Mike's shoulder. "And that's what makes you a remarkable father, Mike. You're embracing the unknown and giving everything you have. Just like any parent."
~~~
As Mike's pregnancy journey continued, life took another twist. Just as he was approaching his third trimester, he received news that Jack and Emma were expecting again. The coincidence brought a mixture of emotions ā happiness for his friend and a sense of camaraderie as they navigated this unique journey together.
Mike's days were filled with challenges, primarily centered around his demanding construction job. The physical demands of the work became increasingly difficult to manage as his body changed. He found himself needing to make adjustments, slowing down to accommodate his growing belly. The construction site, which had once been a space of camaraderie, started to feel hostile.
At first, it was subtle ā snide remarks, glances exchanged behind his back. But as his pregnancy progressed, the aggression escalated. Some of the men on the crew seemed to be threatened by Mike's presence, perceiving him as a disruption to the team's dynamics. The situation took a dark turn when a group of them locked him out of the office and trucks, leaving him isolated and vulnerable.
The hostility didn't stop at discrimination. Mike was subjected to derogatory slurs, including the hurtful use of the "F" word. The toxic atmosphere weighed heavily on him, and his sense of safety eroded further. Amongst the sea of animosity, there was one coworker ā a young man named Evan ā who seemed different. He offered Mike a kind smile and a helping hand when no one else would.
However, Evan's kindness took a sinister turn. One day, when Mike found himself alone on a secluded part of a construction site, Evan approached him. What started as friendly conversation turned into something horrifying. Mike was assaulted by Evan, an act of violence that left him shattered emotionally and physically.
Mike emerged from the ordeal with a deep sense of confusion and despair. He struggled to make sense of the trauma he had experienced, feeling violated and broken. He confided in Jack and Emma, who rallied around him with unwavering support. Through tears, he expressed that he was not gay, but the assault had left him deeply scarred.
As the weight of the incident bore down on him, Mike's pregnancy became even more challenging. The discomfort of his physical transformation was now accompanied by the emotional turmoil of the assault. His father, aware of the struggles Mike was facing, offered his hand in support. They spent hours talking, working through the pain and anger that had taken hold of Mike's life.
With his father's help, Mike began the process of moving out from Jack and Emma's home, preparing a place of his own for the baby's arrival. It was a step towards reclaiming his independence and healing from the trauma. The road ahead was long, but he was determined to build a safe and nurturing environment for his child.
As the final months of his pregnancy approached, Mike's resilience shone through. He was a survivor, determined to find strength in the face of adversity. The journey that had started with astonishment at his own pregnancy had transformed into a test of his courage and will.
~~~
In the midst of his pregnancy journey and the challenges he faced, Mike found himself grappling with a deep loneliness. The weight of his situation had grown heavier, and the prospect of parenting and providing for his child on his own weighed on his mind.
Jack, understanding the complexity of Mike's emotions, decided to intervene. Despite being three months pregnant himself, he recognized Mike's need for companionship and support. One evening, after the kids were tucked in and Emma was contentedly reading, Jack pulled Mike aside.
"Hey, Mike, how about we take a night off?" Jack proposed. "You could use a breather, and I think I know just the thing."
Mike looked at Jack, a mixture of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. "Seriously? You're willing to do that for me?"
Jack grinned, placing a hand on Mike's shoulder. "Of course, buddy. We're in this together. Let's go out and have a good time."
And so, Jack and Mike found themselves at a local bar, the lively atmosphere a stark contrast to the worries that had been plaguing Mike's mind. The laughter and music seemed to momentarily lift the weight from his shoulders.
As they mingled with the crowd, Mike struck up a conversation with a woman named Sarah, about his age and with a warm smile that was impossible to resist. Their connection was immediate, and they found themselves talking for hours about everything from their favorite movies to their dreams for the future.
As the night wore on, Jack discreetly excused himself, leaving Mike and Sarah alone. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and the sparks that had ignited during their conversation now flared into a blaze of attraction.
With a shared understanding of the circumstances ā both Jack and Mike's pregnancies ā they left the bar and headed to Mike's new home. The air was charged with anticipation as they stepped through the door, the weight of their responsibilities momentarily forgotten.
Passion ignited between them, a wildfire of desire that transcended the worries and fears that had been haunting Mike. They navigated around his swollen belly and the burgeoning growth of his breasts, driven by an intense need for connection and intimacy.
The night was a whirlwind of sensations, a rare moment of abandon in the midst of their complex lives. Their bodies entwined in a dance of longing and release, each touch a testament to their shared humanity and the yearning for connection.
As the morning sun began to cast its gentle light over the town, Mike and Sarah lay wrapped in each other's arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The tenderness in the air was palpable, a testament to the bond they had formed in a single night.
As they exchanged a contented smile, Sarah's fingers traced circles on Mike's chest. "You know," she murmured, "this feels right. Maybe... maybe I could stay here with you."
Mike's heart skipped a beat at her words, a mixture of hope and nervousness filling him. He gazed into her eyes, feeling a surge of emotions he hadn't expected. "Are you serious?" he asked softly.
Sarah nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yeah, Mike. I want to be here for you, for this journey. We could do this together."
Their connection was undeniable, and the prospect of sharing their lives seemed to offer a lifeline amidst the challenges that lay ahead. Mike held her gaze, feeling a mixture of trepidation and hope, unsure of what the future might hold for them.
~~~
Mike's journey took an unexpected turn when he received news from his doctor. As he sat in the examination room with Sarah by his side, the doctor looked at them with a smile.
"Well, it seems we got your due date wrong," the doctor said, looking at the charts. "You actually have one more month to go till your due date."
Mike's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What? Another month? But I feel like I'm already the size of a house! And this baby feels like it's hanging so low, it's like a bowling ball in there."
Sarah squeezed his hand reassuringly. "We can do this, Mike. The doctor knows best."
The doctor chuckled. "Mike, trust me, you've got this. And this extra month will give you more time to prepare and take care of yourself. In fact, I want you to be hitting the gym daily. Focus on those glutes. You'll need them for the big day."
Mike's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're telling me to go to the gym? While being this pregnant?"
The doctor nodded firmly. "Absolutely. A little exercise will do you good. You can even play some light basketball if you're up for it."
Mike sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I feel like a beached whale already. But fine, if it's for the baby..."
The doctor rose from his seat and gave Mike's sizable baby bump a firm slap. "You've got this, Mike. Just a bit more preparation, and you'll be ready to welcome your baby into the world."
With a smile and a newfound determination, Mike left the doctor's office with Sarah by his side. The prospect of another month of pregnancy was daunting, but he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He could use this time to get physically and mentally ready for the upcoming birth.
As they walked back to the car, Sarah couldn't help but tease him. "So, daily gym sessions and basketball, huh? Are you up for the challenge?"
Mike rolled his eyes playfully. "I guess I have no choice now, do I?"
Over the next month, Mike embraced the doctor's orders. He found himself in the gym every day, working on his glutes and staying active. The basketball court became his sanctuary, a place where he could momentarily forget about the weight he was carrying and focus on the game.
With Sarah's support and encouragement, he pushed himself to his limits, determined to be as ready as he could be for the birthing process. His body transformed once again, his baby bump growing larger and lower. But this time, he felt a sense of empowerment, a belief in his own strength.
The days turned into weeks, and as the due date approached, Mike's anticipation grew. He knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but he had come so far ā both physically and emotionally. He had faced challenges, overcome fears, and found unexpected love and support.
As he stood on the basketball court one evening, sweat dripping down his forehead, he couldn't help but smile. The doctor's advice had been unconventional, but it had pushed him to embrace his pregnancy in a new way. And as the sun set over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the town, Mike knew that whatever lay ahead, he was ready to face it head-on, armed with determination, resilience, and the love of a woman who had become an unexpected anchor in his life.
~~~
Mike's journey continued, filled with unexpected moments and challenges that pushed him to new heights. One evening, as he and Jack played a friendly game of three-on-three basketball with some friends at the local gym, they found themselves in the zone. The rhythmic sound of sneakers on the court and the swish of the ball through the net created a sense of camaraderie and competition that was invigorating.
As they played, a group of teenage boys hovered nearby, watching the game with wide eyes. Eventually, their curiosity got the best of them, and one of them mustered the courage to approach. "Hey, can we swap in for a game?"
Mike grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Sure thing. But be warned, wiping the floor with middle-aged white dudes, two of whom are pregnant, might not be as easy as you think."
Laughter erupted from both teams as they engaged in some light-hearted trash talk. The boys exchanged incredulous glances, their curiosity piqued. "Wait, you guys are pregnant?" one of them blurted out.
Jack chuckled, dribbling the ball. "Yeah, we're a rare breed, you could say. And believe me, it's a journey."
The teenage boys bombarded them with questions between plays. "What does it feel like?" "Is it like, really uncomfortable?" "Do you get cravings too?" The questions came fast and furious, and Jack and Mike did their best to answer with humor and honesty.
As the game continued, Mike's thoughts drifted to his impending due date. He was approaching the finish line of his pregnancy, and the anticipation was building. Despite the challenges and the discomfort, he had found a sense of peace with the timing. His baby would come when it was ready, and he had learned to trust the process.
After the game, as they all caught their breath, Mike felt a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. He glanced down at the paternity active wear that the gym had gifted him. The shorts provided much-needed support for his lower abdomen, while the shirt's built-in ability to function as a bra was a practical solution that saved him from awkward moments in the locker room.
As he adjusted his shirt, Jack clapped him on the back. "You're doing great, Mike. Not long now."
Mike smiled, his eyes reflecting a newfound sense of calm. "Yeah, you're right. I can feel the excitement building, but I'm at peace with it all. This baby will come when they're ready."
With the gym gradually emptying out and the sound of basketballs bouncing fading into the distance, Mike's thoughts turned to the journey that had brought him to this point.
~~~
As Mike and Jack sat in the mall's food court, the air hummed with the chatter of people and the aroma of various cuisines. Mike's discomfort was palpable ā he was two weeks overdue at this point, and his large belly made finding a comfortable position a challenge. He sighed and shifted in his seat, his expression a mix of weariness and anticipation.
Jack, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood. "You know, Mike, a good walk around the mall might help. Sometimes movement can kickstart things."
Mike gave a half-hearted nod, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd. Just as they were settling back into their meals, a young gay couple walked by, their smiles warm and genuine. "Congratulations on your pregnancies!" one of them exclaimed, their admiration for Mike and Jack's sizable bellies evident.
Mike stood up and stretched his arms overhead, his belly protruding even further. "Thanks," he said with a mix of gratitude and exasperation. "It's a miracle, really. But I can't deny that I'm getting pretty tired of hauling this around. I'm ready to meet my baby and lose this weight."
The larger of the two men in the gay couple looked intrigued. "Wow, you guys are both pregnant? That's amazing. How did you do it?"
Jack smiled, used to these questions by now. "Actually, we didn't choose this. It's a unique medical situation that we found ourselves in."
Mike rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin with the assumptions. "Yeah, it's not like we're having a great time over here. It's not as easy as some people seem to think."
The bigger man chuckled, understanding Mike's frustration. "Sorry if we came across that way. We were just curious."
As the gay couple continued on their way, Jack glanced at Mike sympathetically. "I know it can be annoying, but they mean well. People are just naturally curious."
Mike let out a huff, his discomfort evident in every movement. "Yeah, I get that. It's just hard when you're this overdue and uncomfortable."
With a nod, Jack stood up and stretched as well. "Come on, let's take that walk. Maybe it'll help, and who knows, we might find something interesting."
They set off at a slow pace, their steps measured by the weight they both carried. The mall's lively atmosphere surrounded them as they waddled along, Mike's discomfort and anticipation mingling in the air. As they made their way past storefronts and kiosks, they ended up in a baby and maternity store.
A worker approached them with a smile. "Hey, I noticed you both and thought you might be interested ā we have a paternity section. Feel free to check it out."
Mike exchanged a glance with Jack, the fatigue and curiosity in his eyes evident. Slowly, they made their way into the store, guided by the worker's suggestion.
And as they browsed through the paternity section, surrounded by tiny baby clothes and items that would soon become a part of their lives, a sense of anticipation settled in their hearts. The journey they had embarked upon, filled with challenges and unexpected moments, was leading them to a new chapter ā parenthood. And as they took in the sight of the tiny garments, a spark of excitement flickered within them, a reminder that their journey was far from over.
~~~
As Mike and Jack explored the male pregnancy clothing section, laughter echoed through the store. The array of unique items aimed at accommodating their unique situations left them both amused and bewildered. They chuckled at underwear with extra elastic flaps, bras in colors like camouflage and army green, and even stretchy jeans designed to accommodate burgeoning bellies.
"Can you believe they're already commercializing male pregnancy?" Mike exclaimed with a grin.
Jack laughed, holding up a tank top with a hunting orange bra underneath. "Well, it's definitely a market we didn't anticipate. But hey, at least they're making an effort."
The two friends decided to have some fun and try on a few outfits. They settled on a matching Paul Bunyan-inspired ensemble ā red flannel shirts, stretchy jeans that could expand with their bellies, and white tank tops over hunting orange bras to support their milk-filled chests. They posed and laughed, taking photos to send to their wives.
Back at home, the women chuckled as they received the photos. Sarah glanced at the screen and said, "Mike, my burly lumberjack, carrying more than just lumber!"
Jack chimed in with a grin. "And maybe, just maybe, Mike's 'timber' might be ready to start falling soon."
Laughter erupted on both ends of the FaceTime call as Mike rolled his eyes playfully. "You guys are impossible."
Refusing to change back out of the fun outfits, Mike decided to buy the entire Paul Bunyan ensemble. He led Jack back to the men's section, grabbing some more basketball shorts designed for pregnant men.
"These shorts are a must," Mike declared. "I want to be even more ready for basketball during my next pregnancy."
Jack nodded in agreement, trying to adjust a bra strap as he held back a wince. "Honestly, these male bras aren't that bad. After feeding three babies and with a fourth on the way, my 'mommy milkers,' as Mike likes to call them, are getting pretty weighty."
Mike chuckled, empathizing with Jack's sentiment. "I hate bras, makes me feel too much like a woman. But these ones designed for men, they're worth it. I've been pumping multiple times a day for the last three months. My freezers and my parents' freezers are fully stocked with milk."
Jack's eyes widened in amazement. "You're producing so much even before giving birth? You should totally sell some milk to other pregnant men and women who might not produce as much."
Mike's eyebrows shot up at the idea. "That's actually not a bad idea. If I'm going to do that, I'll splurge on a new pump ā the Cadillac of pumps, with a special suction cup for male chests instead of breasts."
As they made their purchases ā a mix of baby items and things for themselves ā Mike chuckled as he waddled out of the store, the weight of his growing belly evident with each step. "You know what we need now? Ice cream cones."
Jack laughed, giving his own belly a reassuring pat. "I'm all for that. Let's indulge a little."
And as they made their way towards the ice cream shop, their laughter and camaraderie carried them forward. The journey of pregnancy had brought them to unexpected places, and their ability to find joy and connection amidst the challenges was a testament to their enduring friendship.
What do you think? Should I continue this as a series of writings about average men carrying children?
Christian was finally ready to give birth to his first son! It took him awhile to come to terms with it, when he found out he was the one that became pregnant instead of his wife he was astonished and even almost got an abortion. He told his wife that he wasnāt going to be seen at the gym carrying a child. But his mom ended up talking him into keeping it and got him excited about having a son of his own. It also helped that the owner of his gym also got pregnant, so it wasnāt an uncharted territory anymore. He actually loved being pregnant, all of the responsibility and intimacy that come with it was thrilling for him. But once again the feeling of fear surrounding the birth came back anytime he had a check-up. Luckily his pregnant friend invited him to come to a class and together they practiced birthing techniques that helped sooth him about the fact that a head was going to be pushed out his ass. He hit the fifth month and realized that he was getting quite huge and was worried that he was carrying multiples. But his doctor assured him that he just had a big boy and told him to watch what he was eating because he might just be gaining weight from cravings. He tried and tried, his wife cooked great meals, he stopped less at drive thruās while commuting to work. But it seamed not to work he just kept getting bigger and bigger. The awesome thing was that his wife said his dick definitely got bigger, even though he couldnāt see it he was thrilled. Once he hit the eighth month he was exhausted when he woke up, he started his paternity leave early because he couldnāt be selling and installing carpet at this point, he managed up until that point. His days consisted of waking up, eating breakfast, then laying down on his couch flipping between sports channels. Doing that for a month gets old surprisingly quick to Christians amazement, he found himself making sure that dinner was ready for his wife when she got home, and getting the nursery furniture ready for the baby. He over did it one day and ended up falling asleep at the kitchen table holding his belly, his wife got home and couldnāt resist how sexy he looked, she straddled her legs on his knees and woke him up with a kiss. They carried on to the bedroom and she gave him a long blow job. They both slept so soundly that night. He was at week 38, two more to go, and he had been debating on going to his little brothers graduation open house. His mom told him that they could just sit on the love seat and not have to move a muscle, just enjoy family. He ended up felling okay that day and made the ten minute journey there and sat right there on the couch. He was glad he came to celebrate his brotherās achievement. He loved seeing his cousins, the living room went from normally being a mom zone to a dad zone, with all of his male cousins coming around him wanting to feel the belly and really the rest of his body.Ā āChristian, youāre so lucky, youāre going to get so swole after this!ā and āWow! Does it hurt? Are you going to breast feed?ā were common questions. He ended up on the floor with his nephew for about a half an hour playing with hot wheels. Something snapped in his back and he said he needed to go lay down, so his brother and wife led him to the master bedroom on the same level and helped him lay down. Greg, the little brother, told his sister in-law to go just keep enjoying the party, heād stay with Christian for awhile. Greg got in the bed with his brother and laid next to him holding the belly. They talked about growing up together and how being a dad and uncle will be strange. A few moments later a curious cousin walked in and saidĀ āChristian, I canāt help but want to see what your dick looks like, did it change at all?ā he replied with a smirk on his face āWell I of course canāt see it, but Jen says it gotten huge!ā Greg dropped his jaw,Ā āoh wow! come on let us see it, the rest of you blew up I want to know all the side affects of baby making.ā He took off his shorts and underwear and revealed his glowing partner and throbbing berries. He held his belly and widened his legs. The cousin went right down a looked at the ass. All of a sudden he felt a tongue lubricating his whole. He let out a moan and grabbed his cousins head full of hair and lead him up to his ball then to his penis. He was so horny but didnāt want to stress out his wife who was becoming very worried that they shouldnāt have come. The two took turns kissing the belly or blowing the lad. And eventually he came all over his brothers shirt. He relaxed after climaxing then a moment later he felt and saw his belly jerk violently. His brother looked shocked and and kissed his brother on the forehead and saidĀ āyouāre going to be a great dadā and left the room. The cousin followed, the closed the door thinking that he was going to nap. But the baby continued to move a lot and he couldnāt keep himself calm for long. So he decided the visit had to be over and got up to get his wife from the party. He found her not in the living room but in the garage, and in the doorway he took a the first step down holding his belly and back and felt water oozing from his asshole soaking his boxers and running down his leg. His mom noticed first and criedĀ āOh my lord, youāre going into labor honey, your water just broke!ā He got red in the face and his eyes became bloodshot as he tried to keep his footing on the ground. His brother in-laws came right to his sides quick and carried him to the family van. Jenny, his wife, had fainted on the floor and a sister was trying to wake her up. But before she could wake up; her husband, his mother, the brother in-laws, eldest sister, and little brother were down the road speeding to get to the hospital. She handed her father-in-law the keys to their car and got in the car with him and three of the male cousins that just happened to want to be there. She made it to the hospital in time, he had just been admitted into the maternity ward and was about to see the doctor. After 6 hours of pushing and waiting for the ass to open wider Christian and Jenny became the parents to Christopher Maximus Johnston. They couldnāt be prouder of their 12 lb. baby boy. He took straight to the teet of his papa and had no problems feeding. He was a healthy boy surrounded by a large family that loved him dearly. Now the family joke is who will beat who to getting pregnant next and who can birth the bigger baby. Within the next three months it was Christian again but he wouldnāt be alone for long because 2 years later when he was pregnant with his third and fourth, one brother-in-law and two cousins got pregnant with their firsts. The Johnston family was about to be baby crazy for the next decade and a half. Each pregnancy of Christians topped the one before in some way, either in baby size, speed of labor, or amount carried. He started out hoping, praying that his wife was go carry the children but he ended up being a happy breeder and got a vasectomy after five pregnancies and seven babies. Oh and in case youāre wondering, yes he did keep the swole figure, he is the dad in the mini van drop off line that all the girls gawk at.
Austin was a popular senior at his high school. He just ended his final season of football. By the looks you can probably guess the had a lot of celebration times in the locker room and at after parties.
Quick update, going to post another thing right after. I will be going on Hiatus with custom videos for a short period of time. I underestimated how many requests I would get. So itās been a lot of stuffing myself these past few days. And I Iām having a hard time keeping up with the workload. Iāll still take custom requests. But I might not be able to do them right away. I will still be selling private videos that are already made. Iād like to thank everyone for their support! Also gained another 5 lb ;p
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