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I could not believe my eyes when I saw this daddy waddle past towards the shower. At first, I thought he just looked like a bear, but on closer inspection, that belly looked a lot harder than just fat. I have no idea how he manages to carry such a massive belly well - I’m assuming it’s not the first time that he’s been pregnant (I’m assuming he’s pregnant too - could be a very awkward faux pas if not!).
Furs, Bladder Kicks, and F-Bombs
"If you tell me to 'serve face' one more time, I’m going to vomit on this seamless blue paper."
Leo adjusted the heavy, suffocating folds of the oversized red faux-fur coat, glaring daggers at the photographer. He was hot, he was swollen, and he was frankly over the aesthetic.
Sure, three months ago, when they planned this "rock-and-roll paternity" shoot, it seemed like a brilliant idea. Iconic, even. The bright red buzz cut, the nose ring, the silver chain—a stark, edgy contrast to the miracle of life.
Now, at eight and a half months pregnant, Leo just felt like a glamorous blimp.
"Just a few more, Leo! You look amazing. Very Madonna-whore, but make it fashion," the photographer chirped, clicking away.
Leo let out a sound that was half-sigh, half-growl. He looked down at his massive, basketball-sized stomach. It shifted ominously. "Stop it," he hissed at his own abdomen, earning a sharp, stinging kick right under his ribs in response.
"Motherf*cker," Leo gasped, abandoning all pretense of a serene, high-fashion gaze. He grabbed the fur coat tighter, not to be stylish, but because it was the only thing keeping him from strangling someone.
"Okay, take five!" the photographer finally called out, seeing the vein throbbing in Leo’s forehead.
Leo exhaled, a long, dramatic stream of air that ruffled his red bangs. He waddled over to a folding chair, collapsing into it with all the grace of a collapsing building. He undid the top button of his pants (which hadn't actually buttoned in weeks) under the camouflage of the coat.
His best friend and baby daddy, Sam, appeared instantly with a sparkling water and a look of pity that Leo immediately wanted to slap off his face.
"Rough set, babe?" Sam asked, handing him the water.
Leo took a long, aggressive sip. "I hate it here, Sam. I look like a stop sign that ate another stop sign. Why is my back on fire? And this fur coat? It’s like wearing a sauna made of muppets. I’m sweating in places I didn’t know had pores."
He looked at the floor, miserable. "I just want a goddamn Italian sub with extra hots and to not feel like a science experiment."
Sam chuckled, rubbing Leo’s shoulder. "You look incredible. Besides, the kid’s obviously got good taste. Look at that dramatic entrance."
Leo felt another ripple, a slow, rolling wave inside him. He groaned. "It's not making an entrance, it's doing gymnastics on my bladder. If this kid comes out and isn't immediately scouted by a modeling agency after all this, I’m going to be so pissed."
He glared at the camera equipment across the room.
"Alright," Leo muttered, hauling himself out of the chair and adjusting the giant red coat back onto his shoulders. "Let's get this over with so I can go home and cry while eating pickles. But if one more person asks me if I'm having twins, I’m going to fucking scream."
I had just started my modeling career when I got pregnant. I was only 18 years old. Thank goodness the brands were still willing to work with me.
Red light sauna before bed.
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Charlie had been keeping up with his stretches, but the most recent scans were showing that the babies were going to be big.
The daddy has been fisting Charlie twice a day to make sure his ass will dilate fully. Now the doctor has said that he has to move to double fisting.
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Babe, how many more protein shakes do you want me to drink? I think Im already starting to bulk up…
Hello everyone! Thank's for coming to todays .... *arghhh* .... m-meeting...
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A massage to stimulate the prostate and induce labor.
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A massage to stimulate the prostate and induce labor.
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The belly already touches the pan
So many fking MASSIVE BULGES now.... 😈
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3rd trimester! Don’t want to pop
My shift at the petrol station was boring, like every other night. There may be two cars an hour that come and refill, with the odd long-haul truck driver coming in and asking to use the putrid bathroom. I took the job doing the graveyard shift because it paid double time compared to during the day, and it meant I could just spend the time doing some of my study for university in-between serving the five customers each night. However, tonight was slightly different compared to others.
A white Volkswagen Polo came into the covered area. Nothing suspicious, just a regular car. However, it took a couple of seconds between the car stopping and the driver's door opening. Upon the door opening, I could see a guy slowly getting out of the car. He seemed normal from the back - if anything, it was a bit unusual that he had one hand supporting his back while his other hand held the door. When he turned towards the fuel pumps, that's when my eyes widened.
His belly was massive. It looked like a blimp jutting its way out of his abdomen. It was shocking because otherwise his body appeared pretty normal. He didn't have a whole lot of muscle - if anything, he looked relatively lithe if it wasn't for the belly. He seemed to grunt as he waddled, not walked, to the pumps and grabbed the Unleaded 98 pump.
As he turned back around to open his fuel cap, I took in the whole sight. His belly seemed lower and wider than normal. It also seemed pretty solid, not flabby like most of the truckers who come through the station. He also seemed to have a slightly wider waist than normal. I guess his body has adjusted to the solid weight in his belly? Weird... oh shit! He saw me! I quickly turned away and tried to look busy at the counter.
The doorbell rang as the sliding door opened a couple of minutes later. I looked up and saw the guy slowly make his way towards the counter. I felt my face turn red in embarrassment over my gawking of his body. However, I couldn't help but notice the positioning of his hands. He had one hand supporting his back, while his other hand rested on the bottom of his belly. His belly seemed to stick out from under his tank top he was wearing. I truly couldn't believe it.
"Uh, hi. I'm number 2." the man said as he got to the counter.
"Hi there.. uhh, yes, the only customer I see here." I tried to be funny to lighten the mood, but he didn't seem to be in a laughing mood. His face looked exhausted. He had bags under his eyes, clearly looking like he had not slept well, or at all, in days. And I swear I could see something move in his belly...
He quietly grunted as he moved his hand across his belly as I typed on the keyboard to confirm his total amount. Weird...
"Alright, so that comes to $84.59. Do you have a loyalty card with us to get 4 cents a litre off?"
"No..." the guy quietly said, as if he was trying to hold in a groan.
"Sir, are you okay?" I was slightly worried that he was about to scream in pain.
"No, I'm fine. It's just... nothing. I don't have a loyalty card."
"Ok, no worries." I didn't buy his answer, but didn't want to push it. "Pay by card?"
"Yes, please." He slowly grabbed his phone to pay for the petrol. As the card machine dinged to confirm his payment, he slowly began to waddle out of the store, one hand again resting on his back. He clearly wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, so I didn't even worry about asking if he wanted the receipt.
I sat at the counter and watched him slowly get back into his car. He took a deep breath just as he was about to get into the car, as if he was psyching himself up to sit back down, rubbing the side of his belly. After 30 seconds, he was back in his car and quickly drove away.
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A couple of months later, on another night shift, I saw a white Volkswagen Polo drive in. As the driver's door opened, I saw a slender man get out of the car. Is that... oh my god, that's the guy with the blimp belly! But it's.. gone?
I kept watching him as he was refilling his car. I could see he was smirking and making faces to something or someone in the back seat of his car. I looked closely into the back seat of the car, and could see a small baby.
