the boy on the bus.

bellybabe

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Date: Sat Feb 19 10:57 PM, 2011

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My name is Alissa. I'm 19 years old, and I'm an intern for a fashion designer in New York City. I'm from a small town in Oklahoma, so this "big-city" life is a bit overwhelming. I'm seeing things I've never seen before,
but when push comes to shove, I love it here. I don't want to go home.

Alas, I know at the end of summer, I'll be on a plane back home. Home to my tiny dorm room, back to my marketing classes, and back to my high school boyfriend. The same one who doesn't "get" why I want to be a designer, and doesn't "get" why I didn't stay home all summer and go fishing with him. The one who wants me to become his "barefoot and pregnant" wife and give up all possibilities of a career.

Maybe I should move on from him. I know he's going to always stifle me, but something always pulls me back to him. I do love him. Don't I? I mean, we've been together for years. Everyone expects us to get married. He's an agri major, will probably take over the family farm one day. In Oklahoma, that spells job security. I would be taken care of, but is that enough? Deep down, I know it isn't. But I'm not ready to say goodbye. Yet.

I've been staying in Queens, with a nice, but street-hardened, New Yorker named Shauna. We met via Craigslist, and I'm happy staying with her for the summer. She's shown me around, and it's certainly cheaper than staying in Manhattan where I'm interning.

One thing I don't love is having to take the bus into the city every day, but it's a good chance for me to read Vogue and work on my sketches. I sometimes leave the drawings on the seat when I get off, secretly hoping someone will discover them. Lame, I know. But you never can tell.

One thing I do love is that every single day, there is this super cute guy sitting a few rows back. I always get off before him, so I have no idea where he's going or who he is, but one thing is for sure: he has it together. He's adorable, in a preppy, bed-heady kind of way. I only get a glance of him when I get on the bus, because who wants to be the creeper who keeps turning around and staring? He always wears a khaki trench coat, and he has bright green eyes. Cute smile, too. Saw it a couple times.

Enough about my backstory. This is where things took an interesting turn. A turn I'm still trying to process. A turn that could have never taken place back in Oklahoma..........

"5 more weeks left of this.......ugh. I don't want to go home," I thought as I waited on the bus to pick me up from from the Shell station in Queens where I had been staying. I'm really enjoying my internship, and I wish I didn't have 2 years of college left and could just stay here with Shauna, my roomie.

The bus pulled up, and I grabbed my purse from the bench next to me, and followed the other 3 passengers onto the bus. As I made my way down the aislet to find a seat, I saw him.

Every day. Same seat. Same khaki trench coat. I honestly wish I knew who this guy was, because he is model-gorgeous in a slightly dorky way. There were never any seats close to him, so until there are, I just get to glance at him. Is it bad that my boyfriend is the furthest thing from my mind right now?

But as I looked closer, I saw that no one was sitting next to him. He looked nice enough, had a cute smile, and I was feeling brave. I decided to go for it.

I leaned over his seat slightly and gave him my biggest non-fake smile. "Is this seat taken?" I breathed, trying to lower my voice an octave like Cosmo suggested.

"Umm..no," he said shyly, as he glanced around, as if to make sure I was talking to him.

I smiled again as I sat down. I pretended to be interested in my purse so that I wouldn't look at him. I wanted to strike up a conversation, but since he seemed shy, I wondered if I should.

I finally decided that I was being rude, so I took a deep breath, turned to him, and said, "My name is..."

I didn't mean to trail off like that. Really. It's just that....well..how do I say this. Okay.

Sitting in this sexy mans lap was...umm..well, what looked like a big, pregnant belly.

I had to gain my composure. Stop staring, I thought. It's just a beer belly.

Snapping out of it, I finished my introduction. "...Alissa. My name is Alissa."

I couldn't tell if he noticed my shock or not. He just looked up at me and quietly said, "I'm William. Will, actually."

We shook hands and he went back to staring out the window. I tried hard not to sneak glances at his belly, even though I could see how protruding it was even through his trench.

And then it happened. He caught me. He turned red, I turned red. But then, just as I convinced myself that this was just an adorably shy man with a bit of a belly, he said it:

"Would you like to feel it?" he asked quietly, as if he wanted no one else to hear, lest they think they could touch his orb.

"I...I...sure," I said, slightly taken aback.

I watched as Will slowly unbelted his trench and pulled it open. Underneath, he wore a baby blue button-down that was far to small. His skin peeked out between the buttons, and it looked incredibly strained.

I couldn't believe my eyes as he began to relieve the buttons of their intense pressure, and as he unbuttoned up to just below his chest, my jaw dropped.

Jutting out of his shirt was a heavily swollen dome of a stomach, skin stretched taut across, and crowned with an adorable outie belly button. It was so unbelievably shiny, as though his skin had stretched as far as it could, but there were no marks to be seen. It was glorious, smooth, and gravid. I'm not going to lie, I felt a rush as Will took my hand in his, and pressed it lightly on his heavy pregnancy.

The bump was firm and warm to the touch, and Will's hand felt so good around mine. He guided it all over his bulging abdomen, allowing me to feel all of the contours of his pregnancy.

I was so entranced by this that I didn't even begin to think about how Will, seemingly a man, was expecting a baby. My mind was in overdrive, actually, thinking about how sexy this was. Here was the gorgeous guy, with a gorgeous, smooth belly and so...so full.

Will glanced up at me, with that same shy look. I think he saw how shocked yet excited I was by his condition, and he smiled.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said.

"What do you mean," I asked, as I snapped back to attention.

"I mean..how do I say this? I don't even know you! I haven't told anyone that I'm pregnant," he whispered.

"Then why me?" I asked him.

"I...I like you," he mumbled, blushing bright red.

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"You aren't from here. I can tell. You seem different from city girls. I don't know what it is..." he said, this time doing some trailing off of his own.

"Oh, well...I think you look good," I said. "How far along are you?"

"Almost there. I'm due in 3 days."

"Wow! You look great!"

Will smiled and I went back to rubbing his belly. I lightly pinched his popped belly button between my fingers, and Will moaned. This time, I smiled and he blushed.

"It's okay," I whispered.

"It's just that...I haven't been with anyone since my pregnancy started to show. You have no idea how much I need to..." he stopped.

I couldn't believe what I was about to say. I decided to go with my gut instincts, and forget everything rational that my mind was saying.

"What are you doing tonight?" I asked.

Will's eyes grew wide. "N-nothing, really. Why do you ask?"

My stop was coming up, so it was now or never.

I leaned over and whispered into his ear, breathing his intoxicating combination of Polo and pregnancy: "Meet me at the hotel across from Macy's."

I didn't even wait for a response. I just stood up as the bus pulled up to my stop, turned around and flashed an awe-struck Will a bright smile, and made my exit.

I obviously couldn't focus at work that day. My mind kept racing, wondering if Will would actually show up or if I would have the courage to do anything. My hand tingled as though I could still feel his gravid pregnancy under my fingers.

The reality started to set in. I wanted to know how this man got pregnant. Was he transsexual? A medical experiment? Just special like that? Finally, I remembered my boyfriend, and almost cried that it took me so long for him to cross my mind.

It was over a long time ago, I thought. It's just going to take one of us to say it.

I decided I wanted to go through with the night. If Will shows up, of course.

After work, I rushed to Macy's to pick up something special. If Will doesn't show up, I can return it, right? The first thing that caught my attention was a gorgeous black lace babydoll. The matching thigh-highs and garters completed the look perfectly.

After that was done, I just decided to head across the street and sit in the hotel lobby. Stupid ol' me didn't give Will a time, so who knows when he'll show up? If he shows up, I reminded myself.

Exactly 2 hours later, I almost gave up. But then I saw him.

Will pushed through the revolving door, still wearing his bump-concealing (not!) trench, with a nervous look on his face. When he saw me, he smiled.

I stood up to greet him, and was surprised when he pulled a bouquet of pink lilies out from behind his back. My heart melted a little as he pulled me into a hug.

"These are for you, Alissa."

"Wow! That's so sweet of you!" Tears stung my eyes as I tried to remember the last time my boyfriend brought me flowers. I couldn't.

"So...." said Will.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked him. I knew I did.

"Yeah," he said. "I do." For the first time since that morning, he sounded confident.

I could tell how hard he was trying to conceal his pregnancy. He didn't arch his back or touch his belly. I hoped that's all he was trying to do. I honestly hoped he was happy to be expecting. We'd see in the room, I figured.

"Let's go, then," I said.

We headed to the desk, and booked a room. As it wasn't ready just yet, we decided to go out for a bite. The receptionist took my gorgeous lilies and said she would put them in a vase in the room. She also took Will's briefcase and off we went.

We ended up in a small bistro-type restaurant, where I stifled a laugh as Will proceeded to put ketchup on the bread before eating it.

"Craving?" I asked.

"No...just how I like bread. When I put ketchup in my chocolate mousse, that's when you worry."

We sat there for a few minutes in silence, until finally Will asked the million-dollar question:

"So," he began, "you must be wondering how this happened." Will gestured at his protruding midsection and finally rested a hand on top of it.

"I'm curious, I'll admit."

"I wish I could give you an answer. I really do. But I don't have one. 9 months ago, I was normal. Then I began to put on weight, despite excercising as usual. Then I realized it was just my belly. It kept growing until I thought I might have a tumor. I didn't know until I was 5 months along. My belly 'popped,' so to speak, and I couldn't hide it anymore. Most people think it's a beer belly, so I don't argue. They wouldn't believe it anyway, so it's not to bad."

"What about a doctor?"

"And become a media sensation? No, thanks. I take prenatal vitamins, I eat healthy. People years ago never used a doctor. Their babies were fine. Mine will be, too."

I let it go at that, even though my mind was reeling. Thankfully, the food came soon and we were busy eating, so conversation was limited.

We finished eating, and took our desserts to go and headed back to check on our room. The whole walk back my good/evil sides were arguing. Part of me couldn't believe that I was about to sleep with a stranger who was PREGNANT, and the other part was thinking about how cool it was to get to sleep with a stranger who is PREGNANT!

Our room was ready, so we got in the elevator to head up. Will leaned back against the wall and sighed. He looked perfectly content as he rested his hands on either side of his belly. He then grabbed my hands and pressed them right under his belly button.

"Did you feel that!" he exclaimed, as the baby did an obvious roll under his taut skin.

"Oh, wow! How cute!" I answered.

Will locked eyes with me, and I could see tears forming. He blushed and looked away.

I was hooked.

The elevator finally reached our floor and we walked twice down the wrong hallway until we found our room. Will unlocked the door and held it open for me.

As we entered the cozy room, Will struggled awkwardly, and finally managed to sit on the edge of the bed. His belly seemed to bulge more from that position. He looked up at me, all the while rubbing his belly.

"Well..." he said.

"Just give me a second to freshen up," I responded.

"Okay," he said, struggling to remove his shoes.

I grabbed the lingere, makeup, and perfume from my purse and headed to the bathroom. I quickly changed clothes, touched up my face, shook my hair out and dabbed Chanel No. 5 on my throat. I gave the final product a look in the mirror, and liked what I saw. I'm not gorgeous, but I thought it came together nicely. I wanted to give Will the night he deserved, after all.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Will was leaning against the headboard, with his belly sitting awkwardly in his lap, jutting out at a 45' angle. Was it possible that it looked bigger still?

"Wow...you look...wow," he breathed.

"Why, thank you!"

"Come here," he said.

I crawled across the bed toward him, still in disbelief about what was about to happen. I reached Will and with inches between our lips, he whispered, "I want this so bad."

"Shhhh....."

Our lips met and I felt a huge rush. I had never felt that when kissing my boyfriend. Will moaned and I knew he needed this. He needed it badly.

The kiss got deeper and more intense as I straddled Will and his massive pregnancy the best I could. I broke the kiss off only to try and make him more comfortable. I ran my hand from his solid chest down to the vast expanse of his mound. I slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing the fleshy orb. He slipped his arms out of his shirt, and slid down until he was lying flat on his back.

I kissed his lips once again, and, at an excrutiatingly slow pace, began to kiss down his neck. I reached his chest, and just as I was about to reach his baby bump, I started at his lips again. Will whimpered at my teasing, so I decided not to be too mean to him. I began making my way back down, and this time, his dome was fair game.

Will moaned loudly as my warm lips met his swollen belly. I kissed all over his heavy pregnancy, something he direly needed. As I covered his mound, my tongue came into play. I ran it into every contour of his bulging belly, eliciting sighs, moans, and whimpers from my expectant lover.

His rotund belly was blocking his penis, which I knew would be happy to see me. I reached my hand down and wrapped it around his rock-hard length, and Will let out a pent-up sigh. I knew this was long overdue, and I was happy to help him.

My tongue found it's way down to his swollen member, and one hand worked it while the other rubbed his massive belly. I eased off as I could tell from Will's breathing that he was getting close.

I found my way over his low-hanging bulge and straddled him again. I pressed my lips against his, and he cradled the back of my head as he pulled me closer. I could feel his swollen belly pressing into my flat one, and it was a sensation I will never forget. His outie fit neatly against my innie, and the feeling was unusual, yet incredible.

I let up from the kiss, and Will ran his hands through my long hair. He looked into my eyes, and said, "You are so beautiful. You know that? What are you doing here with me?"

"You're incredible. That's why I'm here," I answered, laying a kiss on his gravid orb.

Will smiled at me, and said, "I haven't had sex with my belly being so big. I don't know how we can..."

"Shh..it's okay," I told him.

I grabbed a condom out of my purse, pushed his massive belly up a bit to expose his erection (which was brushing against his bump), and rolled it on. I eased my panties off, and still holding his belly up a bit, eased myself onto him. He cried out in pleasure as I fit him neatly into me.

I like to think I gave him a good time that night. As I rode him, he moaned, screamed, and bit his lip. I leaned down to lick his pregnancy and this got him more excited. He took my hands in his and we explored his firm belly together, with me riding his impressive erection the entire time.

"I can't believe this," he stammered, obviously close to the finish line.

"Believe it," I whispered. "I'm the one who can't."

And for the first time in my life, I finished at the same time as my lover. My orgasm was explosive, and from the moans Will let out, his was as well.

I eased off of him, and after trashing the condom, I grabbed some lotion from my purse. Will was lying naked, covered in sweat, his belly towering about him. I kissed him, then his belly, and began to rub lotion on his bulging stomach. He moaned yet again. "That feels incredible," he murmered, obviously worn out.

I covered his belly with lotion until it glistened in the darkness. Will was thisclose to sleep so I covered us up with a sheet, draping it lightly over his massive pregnancy. As I kissed him goodnight, he whispered, "Is it crazy that I love you?"

"No," I answered. "Not at all." I fell asleep with my arm draped over his dome.

I woke early the next morning, and a glance at the clock told me it was 3 AM. My heavily pregnant lover was sleeping peacefully, resting one hand on his belly protectively. I couldn't help but get teary-eyed as I took in the sight. His hair was messy, which I found adorable. I fell asleep again with a smile on my face.

When I woke again, I turned over to see Will supporting himself on one arm. He was rubbing his belly and watching me with a big grin. "You're so cute when you sleep," he said.

"So are you," I smiled, reaching over to give his swollen bump a rub.

Will leaned over to give me a kiss. "The baby has been up all night, thanks to you. And I mean that in the best way possible, of course."

I smiled. Will made me feel incredible. "Thank you, babe. It has been my pleasure."

"So, now what?" asked Will, still rubbing that incredible abdomen.

"Breakfast?" I asked.

"Sure! Can you help me up?" asked my swollen lover.

I made my way to his side of the bed and helped him hoist his heavily pregnant body to a standing position.

"Did I get bigger during the night," groaned Will.

"You look incredible!" I assured him.

"Ugh. Look at this thing." Will poked his bump with his index finger. "Do you have a pin so you can pop it?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Leaning down, I gave his swell a lingering kiss. "Even if I did, I wouldn't oblige you, Will. You would not believe how sexy I find you."

Placing his hands on each side of his mound, Will arched his back, causing his pregnancy to protrude even more. "Will you love me if I get even bigger?"

"Even if you were so full you couldn't move."

Will smiled. "I'd like to see you pregnant with my baby. Is that weird?"

"Not at all. Maybe someday."

"What if we were expecting at the same time? We could bump bellies," said Will, pushing his bump into my flat abs, almost knocking me over.

"One thing at a time, Will. Have you given any thoughts to the birth?" I asked.

"Not much. I figured I would know what to do when the time comes, though."

"No offense, but that sounds rather naive. This is serious."

"I know," said Will. "But what else can I do? I don't have anyone."

"You have me," I offered.

Will smiled. "Do you know anything about delivering babies?"

"No. But I'm sure I could figure it out."

"No offense, but that sounds rather naive. This is serious," Will joked.

"Oh, hush. Get your pregnant ass dressed. I'm hungry," I retorted, jabbing him in the ribs.

Will laughed, and I helped him get dressed. Once we were both ready, we headed out into the roaring city. I had never felt better than I did at that moment.

But life must go on. Will and I went our seperate ways after breakfast. We were busy with work and what not. We kept in touch, and then, almost 2 weeks later, I got a text from my incredibly overdue lover.

My water broke. Need help. Plz.

I grabbed a taxi, and found the apartment building that Will had directed me to. He buzzed me up, and when I got there, I was shocked at how much bigger Will had gotten. He was pacing around his 2-bedroom loft, nervously clutching his belly. As I entered, a contraction racked him with pain and he bent over a chair in pain. Will glanced up at me, and even through his incredible pain, he looked happy that I was there.

I rushed to his side. Is it bad that my mind was in the gutter, because he looked really sexy wearing nothing but sweatpants, which fit neatly under his low-hanging belly. When we had our wild night, his belly sat high on his body. Now it hung almost between his legs.

"How far apart are they?" I asked, not because I expected him to know, but because I had always heard them say that on tv.

"No...idea," he panted. "Haven't...been able to...track them."

"It's okay, I've got this."

"Thank you for...helping me. I needed you."

"Shh...it's okay. I wanted to be here for you." I gave him a soft kiss, and he rested his sweaty forehead on my petite shoulder. "What can I do?"

"Could you rub my lower back?" he asked.

"Sure!" I began to rub small circles on his back, hoping to ease some of the pain he was feeling. If it helped, I wouldn't know because a horrid contraction ripped through his ripe body.

This was going to be a long night.

"I need to lie down," Will stammered.

"On the bed, or..." I began.

"The floor is fine. Can you get me some blankets and pillows? Hall closet."

"Sure..." I ran off to find them, and came back just as another contraction ravaged Will's body. They were much closer together than I thought. I spread the blankets on the floor and helped ease Will's heavy body onto the floor. He opted to get on all fours as opposed to lying down on his back, at least for now. I was in awe as I realized that his jutting pregnancy almost touched the floor.

I could hear Will whimper as the contraction subsided. I went into the kitchen to get a damp cloth to wipe his forehead with, and opened up my laptop to try and figure out what the hell I was doing here. I knew babies were born at home quite often, and I knew that I could pull through. Will needed me. His baby needed me. I wouldn't let them down.

I sat down next to Will, who was lying on his side at this point. His belly rested heavily on the floor, and his hands were gingerly resting on it. I glanced up to see Will grimace and clench his teeth as his belly contracted and literally changed shape as his child made its way further down. This time, Will didn't cry out, but he simply closed his eyes and started breathing heavily. I grabbed his hand and Will squeezed tightly.

My internet search was proving only slightly helpful, but I was learning some of the basics. I went into the bathroom and got towels and found the baby things that Will directed me to. There were blankets and bottles and a small basket for the baby to sleep in. It just hit me that Will had never even mentioned keeping the baby.

I decided to ask: "So, Will. How are you going to explain suddenly having a newborn in your posession?"

Will suddenly looked sad. "I'm not sure yet," he said. "I want to keep my baby." He clutched his stomach protectively. "I don't want to give it up......."

"How about we worry about that later," I assured him, just as his second contraction in less than a minute hit him.

"This baby is coming NOW!" exclaimed Will.

I helped him prop up on pillows and he spread his legs as far as he could. "I need to push!" he shouted through his pain.

"Okay, baby, let's go!" I coached. "Just breathe!"

Will grabbed his knees and leaned forward, pushing with all his might. This continued for a moment, and finally, he collapsed against the pillows.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

"I...can't...no, I can do this."

Will continued pushing off and on, until finally I saw the head.

"The baby is crowning!" I exclaimed. "Full head of hair!"

"Oh..thank goodness. This...hurts so bad..." Will stammered.

"Shhh, baby. Just breathe."

Two more pushes and Will's baby slid out. I did my best to clean him up, cut the cord, wrap him in a blanket, and hand him to Will.

"Oh my God! Look!" Will was so proud.

The baby was adorable. Will began to cry, which made me cry, until I realized something.

"Umm..honey, your belly is still...huge." I ventured.

Will stopped crying over the baby and looked down, just as another contraction hit him.

"Are you kidding me!" he shouted, as he felt that undeniable urge to push for the second time.

"Um..it's okay, honey. You're doing great." I was suddenly losing my momentum, growing more confused by the second.

"I can't believe there are two!" shouted Will through clenched teeth. I leaned over to wipe sweat from his poor forehead, as he gave a good push. I saw the baby's head, and breathed a sigh of relief. I hated seeing Will in pain.

It took 4 more good pushes to get Will's daughter out, but finally she entered the world. Her hair was lighter, but it was just as thick as her brother's.

As I got her cleaned up, Will poked his deflating belly. "I think there is another one," he whispered wearily. As if on cue, a contraction hit.

Will's third and final baby was born in 2 pushes. He gave birth to 1 girl and 2 boys.

I tended to all 3, feeding them and putting them down for a nap as their poor father recovered from childbirth. He collapsed against his pillows and slept for 2 hours before stirring awake.

"Welcome back, sunshine," I said.

"Was that a dream?" asked Will.

"Nope. You just gave birth to triplets."

"Ugh. Look at my belly. Where are my babies?"

I brought them all over to their exhausted father. Giving him a kiss on the lips, I again asked what was going to come of the children.

"Can we just say they are our children and you gave birth to them?" asked Will. "I love you."

"Aww..I love you."

I agreed quickly. This way, I get to live in NYC with the man of my dreams, and we have a family. I called my boyfriend and broke up with him, let my roommate know I was moving, and told the family I wasn't coming home.

Was that really just two weeks?

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hyena

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I saw this and remembered it from the last forum. Great work as always. __________________

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Love the storyline. __________________ If you have an out-of-tune 12-string guitar, find the string that's out of tune, and tune the other 11 to that one, which John Denver used to do (sings Bells Of Rhymney by Pete Seeger)

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I like this story, simple and complex at the same time. Good birth scene __________________ I love Mpreg so much! Pregnancy and Childbirth are the most amazing experience in life, I want to try them

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Excellent story. Very succinct, but still well written. __________________

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Loved it. Very...to the point? Lol. Loved it still! :) __________________ I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore, I am perfect!

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great story. __________________ Marcus Scott

Topic: the boy on the bus.

the boy on the bus.