I had always been a skinny guy, so when I went to college, I decided that I wanted to start lifting weights and putting on muscle. Standing at 6 feet tall, I weighed about 180 lbs, so I wasnt super skinny, but lean. I met with a trainer at the local gym in September when school started, and he gave me a program to start with in order to start gaining weight. I was lifting 4 days a week, and cut out cardio all together. The trainer was confident Id be able to gain weight and put on minimal fat as my metabolism had always been very good. I was eating a lot of food, including a gainer shake that was pretty high in calories. Lifting was hard to get into, but once I got my rhythm, I started putting on the pounds. I finally saw a physical change. I was getting bigger arms, a bigger chest, and was putting on only a little size in my stomach. The only real downside was that my body had a hard time adjusting to all the food I was eating. Because I was lifting in the morning, I always had a big meal first thing when I got up. For the first few weeks of my training I was getting sick from eating too much food. Eventually my stomach caught on, and I was back to normal. People were starting to notice the changes in me, especially my family. I went home for winter break, after not seeing them for 4 months (since September) and they eagerly commented on my new body. My big brother was the first to say something, he complimented me on how muscular I was looking. He did ask if I was using steroids, because I was starting to get a bit of a roid gut, but I let him know that I wasn't, and I was just going easy on the cardio in order to put on muscle, and by summer I'd start again. I remember going to the bathroom to take a shower that first night back home, and I took a closer look at the changes in my body. I had a picture on my phone of me before I started my program. The first bit of difference was that I was broader, my shoulders had begun to develop, and my arms were getting bigger too. My chest had also grown, I really had nice pecs at this point. They weren't as hard as I would like, they were still relatively soft, but with the growth of my chest came the growth of my nipples. They looked darker, and definitely bigger than a few months ago. this was a good change, I couldnt imagine my big pecs with tiny nipples. I looked down to my belly, it was a belly. I could see how my brother thought I was on steriods, I really had developed a gut. I was still happy because it wasnt flabby and soft, it was actually quite firm. I had really only gained about 15 lbs since i started so I wasnt that concerned. By the time March rolled around I was getting pretty big. I had gained about 25 lbs at this point, and I was hungry all the time. My hunger was always getting the best of me, and my fridge was always bare. I ended up having to make some really weird meals. I'd put mustard on ice cream, salt on pudding, and wanted relish on everything It wasnt really a problem for me, I just ate what I could get my hands on, and my body would respond with growth. One nasty side effect of eating all this food was gas. I usually got gas bubbles in my intestines right before I went to bed. Nothing would ever come out, but I'd feel them moving inside my belly. The belly was the other side effect of all this random food. To be honest, with my muscle gains, I didnt really notice the belly gain. I just got bigger in general. I would have liked to have that six pack, but its not like my belly was soft. It was just round, and firm. I didnt have rolls when I bent over. Not that I could bend over very easy, and putting on pants and socks had become problematic. By April I was 8 months into my bulking program. I had gained about 40 lbs. I was looking like a beast. I looked like a real body builder. I would routinely look in the mirror after my shower and take note of the changes in my body. My shoulders had continued to widen, and had my arms and chest. My nipples were still growing a bit, but it matched the growth of my pecs. Te belly I had now couldnt be ignored. It was still pretty firm, and my belly button had even flattened out against my skin instead of being an innie. The weird thing about my belly is that it always looked different. The more I ate, Id notice the food sitting in my stomach in different places, I also got more and more gas. Again, I didnt pass any wind, but I could feel the gas bubbles moving around in my stomach. The one problem the belly was causing me was the use of gym equipment. I had a hard time fitting in equipment that required anything to go on my lap, beacuse of the way my gut jutted out from my body. Today in the gym I needed to get my back workout in, but I couldnt fit on the seat of the machine with the pull down bar. One of the guys I was friendly with told me to sit backwards. That was the last time I listened to him because later that night I noticed I must have pulled a muscle in my back. Before bed that night I put a heating pad on my back and tried to fall asleep. The pull in my back was pretty intense, cause every few moments when I'd move it started to hurt. Never one to miss a workout, I went down to the gym in the basement of my building the next morning. My back still hurt, but I just wanted to get a quick chest work out in before I went away that weekend. I lay down on the bench press after putting the weight on, and started to lift. Im not quite sure what happened, but as soon as I was about to finish my set, I must have peed myself. I didnt notice that I had to pee, but i sure did, all over the bench. Luckily no one was in the gym, so I quickly cleaned up and went up to my apartment. I carefully stripped out of my cloths and went to take a shower. I was moving a lot slower than usual. The pain in my back was starting to radiate to my front. I'd feel my stomach muscle clenching, I must have eaten something bad. I got into the shower and let the water run over me. The food poisoning (I could only assume it was) was relentless, my stomach wouldnt stop. Every few minutes it would bulge out infront of me. All I could do was pray that Id make it through. 10 minutes into my shower I felt like I needed to take a shit. I got myself out of the shower and made my way over to the toilet. Sitting down was a relief. I sat back and rubbed my belly, It was now in constant agony, and I felt like I needed to take a dump. I pushed and pushed, but nothing came out. About 15 minutes into my pushing I was grunting and moaning so loud I thought the neighbors would notice. I reached down to make sure everything was okay, and felt something. It was round and wet. I looked at my hands and they were covered in blood. I didnt know what was going on, so I did the only thing that felt better, I pushed. ten minutes later I felt a pop and something slide out. I didnt hear anything hit the water, so I felt down, and they realized what was going on, a baby's head was sitting out of me. I was pregnant, well not for long. I pushed and pushed an eventually got the rest of the body out. I quickly cradled the small body into a towel and held it aloft while I looked for something to cut the cord with. What the hell?! Questions swarmed through my head. How did I become pregnant? Why didn't I notice this? A lot of warning signs suddenly made sense. I grabbed some scissors from the hall closet, trying my best to not drip blood on the floor as I walked. The baby's crying was ambulatory, the neighbors would certainly be worried. I got my bearings together and snipped the cord. The baby's wailings got louder, I felt my chest tighten in relation with the volume of the cries. Putting two and two together, I brought the baby to my pec and it instinctively nursed. As it greedily drew milk from my full (and sore) chest, I began to ponder how I was going to deal with my multiple problems.