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Written by Joe Saunders.
Simon
INTRODUCTION
Simon lay on the beach, deep in thought.
Alongside him were two mates from college days, Mark and Paul. They had known each other ten years now and came on holiday every year together. Since graduating, they had all got good jobs and the salaries that went with them.
The prosperity showed on the bodies of Paul and Mark. They both had classic beer bellies - still quite lean but with prominent guts. Of the two Paul’s was the bigger.
Simon was the odd one out in this respect. His gut was perfectly flat as it always had been. Despite a fortnight of too many beers and pizzas, it was still perfectly flat.
More than that, he was a very skinny guy anyway at 130lb and 5’10 tall. This was what he was brooding on now.
For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to be bigger and really wanted a decent gut. His best mates had them, why couldn’t he?
Paul and Mark knew what he wanted too and did all they could to help, but Simon could not gain weight. This had been another fortnight of failure despite eating for an entire army.
To make matters worse, he was convinced that Paul’s gut was stretching his tee shirt even further. The holiday ended and they returned to their normal routines. As usual they met every Friday night for a few beers and to catch up on the week’s news. Not long after they returned Mark came in carrying the local paper. He showed Simon a small advertisement in the classified section: “GROW A GUT FOR NEXT SUMMER Tel: 0789 546 5568” was all it said.
Simon thought what a strange ad it was. Most people tried to shed their surplus pounds, though he had to admit it was just what he was looking for. However, he was reluctant.
He had been trying for years to grow a gut and from what he had eaten, he should have been huge by now. He thought this was probably just some gimmick to relieve you of a lot of your money, but with no result. He knew he couldn’t gain weight.
Paul thought it was a great idea. There was nothing to lose by ringing the number and he encouraged Simon to think what it would be like to proudly display a gut like his, maybe even bigger than his, on the beach next summer.
Simon took a lot of persuading but in the end he weakened and phoned the number on his mobile. His call was answered quickly. The guy on the other end of the line said that he had developed a new technique which gave a guy a gut and as Simon would be the first of the experiment, if he agreed to go ahead, the treatment would be free.
He explained that it would be best for them to meet to talk about it. Simon agreed and asked for directions. “The portakabin between the main hospital building and the maternity unit” Dr Duff explained, “and don’t eat anything from now until we meet tomorrow afternoon”.
Despite the support from Paul and Mark, Simon wondered what he had started. But as the other two pointed out, he hadn’t agreed to anything. However, it did seem strange that to gain weight, he hadn’t to eat anything for the next 24 hours. But he had read that one way to gain was to starve yourself to slow the body’s metabolism and then eat again. So maybe that’s what it was about.
Simon turned up promptly at 3.00 p.m. the next day and was shown into Dr Duff’s office in the portakabin. He was asked various questions about his health. He was particularly pressed about whether he wanted a general weight gain or to grow a gut and stay fairly lean.
In the end, Simon got so exasperated by the doctor’s insistence on the point, that he told the doctor he wanted the pregnant look. This seemed to assure the doctor and he moved on to other questions. He did various tests and said it all looked great. If Simon wanted to continue with the treatment, he couldn’t be a better candidate for this experiment.
Simon couldn’t believe that he was hearing himself enthusiastically agreeing to it with hardly any thought to it. What was more, he had no idea what it entailed. But suddenly he wanted a gut so much that he would go through any treatment to get one.
Dr Duff then said that before the treatment began he would have to give Simon a thorough enema. After that he told Simon that he was ready for the first stage of the treatment. He handed him a condom and suggested that Simon put it on to stop any mess. He explained that he was going to place a hormone pellet on the front of Simon’s bowel that over a month or so this would create a new discrete cavity attached to his bowel.
It would then be imperative for Simon not to move for 12 hours. Once the cavity had begun to form Simon could carry on a normal life but it was imperative to start it in the right place. After all, Simon didn’t want a beer belly on his back did he?
So Simon’s arms and legs were tied to the four corners of the bed in the room next to Dr. Duff’s office and another strap around his middle tying him firmly so that he couldn’t move.
As the doctor had predicted, Simon began to get hard. The doctor then placed a tube up Simon’s arse and, as predicted, Simon came. The doctor relieved him of the condom and quickly put it in his office before using the tube to place the pellet carefully on the front of his bowel.
Then the doctor left. In the long hours of the night, in which Simon slept fitfully, he realised that he hadn’t thought through any of this. Somehow it had just happened to him. He wondered if what was happening to him could be undone.
What if he got a gut and he didn’t like it. Could what was happening to him be reversed? He was relieved when next morning the doctor explained that all he was doing was creating a cavity in which to put an implant.
It would take several weeks for the cavity to develop sufficiently and then when the implant was put in, it would take at least three months before it would begin to develop to any extent.
Dr Duff released Simon from the bed at 10.00 a.m. on Sunday morning. First, he told him to turn over so that he could do a scan to see if the cavity was forming properly and in the right place. He smeared silicon jelly on Simon’s belly and with an ultrasound probe scanned his belly.
The doctor was pleased with what he saw and assured Simon that he was exactly the right kind of person for this treatment and it was beginning well. He commented further that the developing cavity may cause him to be more hungry than usual but not to worry. Simon was just to satisfy his hunger but not to over eat and to return in a month for a check up.
By the following Friday, when he met up with Mark and Paul again, he had worked himself up into a right state. This had all just happened to him. He wasn’t going submit to this treatment that had never been tried before.
He exercised this argument to Paul and Mark along with all that had happened to him the previous weekend.
The other two took the opposite view. Here was Simon’s opportunity to get a gut - to fulfil his dream and all for nothing as the doctor had explained the entire treatment was free because it was experimental.
Simon couldn’t help noticing that evening how, in provocation, Paul and Mark were in showing their bellies at their best. They were both wearing tight T shirts and jeans so that their guts protruded more and hung over the waistbands. They sat at their usual table, but in such a way as to ensure that their bellies stuck out more. By the time they went home, Simon knew he wanted a belly more than anything else in the world and would do anything to get one. He would certainly go along with this treatment, but was doubtful if it would work. Nothing else had so far. What would be the difference between feeding an implant and feeding his gut direct? Only time would tell he supposed.
He turned up at the portakabin for his monthly check-up as requested. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or not, but his abdomen seemed slightly less flat than it was. Were his pants a little tighter? Presumably the cavity was taking up some space inside.
Again, jelly was rubbed on his stomach and the doctor was very pleased with what he saw on the scan. He informed Simon that he was willing to prepare the implant if he wanted to go ahead. Simon had no hesitation that he did. Mark and Paul had convinced him of this over the past few weeks.
The doctor looked at the calendar and said the implant would be ready for Saturday 9th December. Again, Simon would have to fast for the day before and stay perfectly still overnight, while the implant settled.
After that Simon’s life would not be affected except that the doctor said it would be wise to keep off alcohol as he was not sure how the implant would react to it. ‘Get a beer belly without any beer - that’s different’ Simon thought. ‘Christmas is going to be different this year without the booze’ The days dragged by slowly over the next few weeks.
Simon couldn’t wait to get started on this programme even though he knew it would be well after Christmas before any results started to show. He believed this was going to work for him.
The three lads met on Thursday 7th December, so that Simon could fast all the next day, for a celebration of Simon’s promised new gut. Mark and Paul had both made sure that their bellies looked as sexy as ever for this occasion, just in case Simon should be thinking of backing out at the last minute. They needn’t have worried - he was more keen than ever.
CHAPTER 1
Saturday 9th dawned and Simon was in the portakabin for 9.00 a.m. for the final part of the procedure to begin. Again he was given an enema and tied to the bed as before. It appeared that the doctor had forgotten to give him a condom this time and so when the tube was pushed up his arse and on into the new cavity he came all over the bed. This time he was left for the whole 24 hours, but by 11.00 a.m. Sunday was back at home ready for his belly to begin, though he knew it wouldn’t be for 3 months yet. The first thing he did was enlist at a gym.
The doctor had said he should build his body up a bit to take the 40lb belly that was hopefully going to grow. This suited Simon down to the ground especially as the doctor had said he would pay the fees and recommend a personal training that would suit Simon.
His name was Craig. Simon got started at the gym and got started on an exercise programme right away.
Christmas was hard without alcohol, but it was worth it for the promise of a gut. Paul and Mark were very supportive and so it wasn’t as bad as it might have been. New Year the same. He did enjoy the eating of these two occasions more than ever before as he was now often quite hungry. He didn’t notice any other changes to his body except that his nipples seemed more sensitive, but he put this down to the gym regime and the T shirt rubbing against his nipples in a workout.
He also noticed that his hair and nails were growing a lot quicker. To keep his hair tidy now, he had to get it cut every two weeks.
CHAPTER 2
By the time Simon went for his first monthly check on January 9th he knew that it wasn’t his imagination - his pants were getting tight. He got out a tape measure - his waist that had been 28” for years, was now 29. He got on the scales and noticed that he had gained five pounds that month.
He wasn’t surprised because he was often hungry and had started eating more than usual. It was beginning - albeit slowly.
Dr Duff was very pleased with the scan at his first check and said the implant was perfect. How he could tell, Simon didn’t know because all he could see was a fuzzy mess on the screen. Simon was hoping the doctor would notice his extra girth but it was probably so small that he didn’t. All the doctor said was for Simon to ensure he was never hungry and to feed the appetite which Simon had to admit was better of late. Other than that, life could go on as normal.
On a Friday at the beginning of February Simon thought he had enough of a beginning gut to see if anyone else would notice. He donned some jeans that had always been snug and he hadn’t worn since before Christmas, and a tight T shirt tucked into them. It didn’t look much, but it was certainly a beginning and more than he had ever had.
No eyes turned in the pub that night, but Paul and Mark noticed and made encouraging comments to Simon. Simon was so pleased. His gut seemed to be growing easily now all he had to do was satisfy his hunger which was a pleasure.
CHAPTER 3
By February 9th, all of Simon’s pants were becoming very uncomfortable. He was pleased to note that his waist had crept up another inch to 30” and his weight to 142lb. Simon thought this was great. He had been trying to get to 140lb for years and never making it. Now he had got through this barrier.
Again, the doctor didn’t comment directly on his increase in weight nor the slight curve of his belly. However, he advised Simon to wear loose clothing to allow the implant to develop at its own rate.
He did notice that Simon was gaining muscle well and even expressed surprise about how well he had done. He also surprised Simon by asking him if he ever felt sick. He certainly hadn’t and was eating easily.
Again there was a scan and the doctor was very pleased, in fact he had seemed fleetingly surprised and when Simon asked if everything was OK he said the implant was developing better than he had expected for this stage and he reckoned Simon was going to develop a magnificent gut on him over the next few months.
Simon took the doctor’s advice and on the way home bought some 32” pants which he thought would allow room for a couple of months growth at least. It would be great to see them pulled low with the slight curve of his newly forming gut rising up out of them. Simon couldn’t wait for the day when these pants would be a struggle to fasten below his gut.
However, the following Friday, he indulged himself by wearing a tight tee and his 28” jeans again just to show to Paul and Mark that something was happening. He worked out, that even at the present rate he would have a 36” gut by the time of their next holiday.

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This is a wonderful story am wondering if it's ever going to be finished?
I gave it ***** .
is this yours or someone else's??

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Enchanted Pregmancy Dream wrote:

Steve:
This is a wonderful story am wondering if it's ever going to be finished?
I gave it ***** .
is this yours or someone else's??


I've read this story before, and it aready is finished. Steve just hasn't gotten a chance to put up the rest.

 



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thanks. it's a beautiful piece. looking foward to the rest.

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I love this story since i first read it in another site. Hope to seee it fully posted here.

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It wasn’t the 40” gut of Paul but it was a good start and it would almost be as big as Mark’s. He arrived slightly late so that Paul and Mark could see him and his new gut walk into the pub. They were really pleased that Simon was so happy.
They had a good evening together but by the end of it Simon was getting very uncomfortable. It wasn’t only that the waistband of his pants that was far too small, but there did not seem to be enough room for his balls. He could not get comfortable. If he sat with his legs together they got crushed from the side, if he splayed his legs the crotch of his jeans came up and crunched them from the bottom.
Simon had already noticed that his dick was getting bigger. He reckoned it was 2” longer already. He was very pleased as at 4.5” he had not been well endowed in that department. It was beginning to look reasonable now at over 6”.
On returning home an examination of his balls did make him think they were growing, they were certainly sensitive, but he wasn’t quite sure about an increase in size.
CHAPTER 4
By the time his appointment on March 9th came he was quite sure his balls were bigger, they were over twice their old size. The previous Friday, Paul and Mark hadn’t said anything but he could feel their eyes going to his groin area. At his check-up the doctor said that the ‘food’ for the implant to grow was generated by his testicles.
The implant was ready to really grow now so his balls had grown in preparation for that. Simon also asked about his dick. Dr Duff said it was probably due to the fact that there would be increased testosterone in his body due to the implant. It was this testosterone that was also enabling such rapid muscle growth. He had gained 19lb in three months and the doc reckoned that 10lb of that was new muscle. Again the doctor smeared silicon jelly on the slight curve of Simon’s 31” waist. He said things were looking good, though how he could tell Simon didn’t know. It still all looked blurry to him. The doctor said that he thought Simon would really start to get hungry over the next week and the implant would begin to grow in earnest.
‘Great’ thought Simon. This was a really important stage the doctor continued and the implant must be properly fed. He suggested that he arrange a cook for Simon so that he need never worry about food and need never be hungry. The doctor said he would pay for the food and the cook too. He didn’t want to jeopardise the programme at this stage.
Simon couldn’t believe his luck. As Simon had a big flat he readily agreed and the doctor arranged, then and there, for the cook to move in the following day, which happened to be a Saturday. He was particularly surprised when the cook turned out to be his personal trainer, Craig.
He was pleased about that as it meant they could go on training together. Simon was able to tell the two others that evening that it was all going well and about the increased girth of his manhood and his general muscle growth. They all were excited about Simon’s growth really getting going now. For various reasons they couldn’t meet for the next two weeks, so they arranged to meet in three weeks time. They all reckoned Simon should have put an inch or so on his gut by then if the feeder was doing his job properly.
For Simon, that 3 weeks went quickly. He could never eat enough, it seemed, though his feeder did a good job in trying to satisfy his insatiable hunger. For someone who enjoyed cooking and whose task it was to feed Simon up, the Craig was very slim. He had an athletic body and perfect pecs and washboard abs as you would expect a personal trainer to have.
So time flew for Simon - working, eating, at the gym or sleeping. One day he commented to Craig that he was tired of going to the hairdressers every two weeks to keep his hair tidy. It took time and was a pain. Simon liked his hair looking smart and it was reasonably short. Craig said if he wanted a buzz cut he could do one for him.
This was something Simon had half thought about for years but never felt he needed the flack he knew he would get when he did it. But Simon was finding that this implant was making him more resilient to others personal comments which he was beginning to receive from a number of people now his belly was just starting to show. So he agreed and when Craig asked him what number he wanted, he said he would leave it to Craig. He got a No2 and though it was a bit of a shock when he looked in the mirror, Simon had to agree that it suited him.
From then on Craig gave him a No2 every few days. Inevitably he got comments. At work on the following Monday, Simon had hardly been in the office 5 minutes when somebody asked him if he’d had his hair cut off to draw attention away from the fat gut he was getting.
So other people are beginning to notice it too, thought Simon and was pleased by what appeared to be this negative comment. By the time the three met again, Simon’s gut was definitely showing. In the three weeks it had grown another 4.5 inches so his gut was nearly as big as Mark’s. By the following Friday it was bigger than Mark’s. It filled his sweatshirt beautifully.
Since the implant was put in, Simon had gained 24lb, and as he walked to the pub he realised that the workouts were going to be useful in providing the muscle to carry the new weight around.
Mark & Paul couldn’t believe their eyes when Simon walked in - his 32” Levi’s now fastened under his small, but growing bulge. They also couldn’t believe the snacks he got through in their evening together. Simon also felt some of the eyes of the other regulars following him as he had to move about quite a lot during the evening. Of late he noticed he had to go for a pee more often. He thought this was mostly because the doctor had told him to drink a lot, especially full milk, which he was happy to do, and the slight inconvenience of peeing more was a small price to pay for this wonderful new gut that was growing on him.
CHAPTER 5
At his next check-up Simon walked into the portakabin and the doctor looked a bit surprised. “My you’ve grown some in the last month. That’s and impressive gut you are growing there. Let’s weigh you”
He was 173lb. Simon couldn’t believe it. He was now heavier than Paul who had a bigger gut at the moment but was less muscular, and he was lots heavier than Mark who had a smaller gut and a small unmuscular frame too.
Simon couldn’t thank the doctor enough for the belly he was creating. Dr Duff was pleased Simon was so positive about the programme. Simon assured him of his enthusiasm: “If I continue growing at this rate, I will have the belly of my dreams.” Simon assured the doctor “and the dick to match it too.” It was well over 8 inches now. Another inch would finish it nicely.
Simon failed to note the gleam in Dr Duff’s eye as he told him not to worry - growth in both areas would continue at the same rate. He was liable to get stretch marks the doctor told him because he was growing so quickly and gave him some cream to rub on his belly to stop them occurring. Simon went on his way rejoicing. Life was good.
The received wisdom that putting on weight was bad for you was obviously wrong. Simon had never felt better in his life. Now his gut was getting to be a respectable size, people were beginning to comment on it. Some were negative, others said it looked good on him.
The most outrageous comment he received was one weekend towards the end of April. Simon was at a party with some mates he hadn’t seen for a while. The drink was flowing, though of course Simon wasn’t partaking, and as the evening went on Tom offered him yet another can which he had to refuse. “What’s the matter with you man?” asked Tom, and as he patted Simon’s protruding belly he said in a loud voice: “are you pregnant or something? You’ve certainly packed on the pounds since we last saw you.”
The room went silent and all attention was on Simon, particularly on his gorgeous gut. “I wish.” he replied, and immediately wondered why he had said that. Like everyone else, he knew that men didn’t get pregnant, but as he thought he began to think that it would be good if they could. Even better, he thought, ‘wouldn’t it be great if I was pregnant’.
When he got home he imagined he was pregnant. It wasn’t difficult with a gut of over 40”. If I was pregnant, he thought, this gut would be nearly full term. He took his top off and started rubbing his beautiful belly. He had been doing this for several weeks now. He had started doing it to prevent stretch marks with the cream the doctor had given him. Now he didn’t need that excuse. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was such a sensual thing to do - something he would never have believed possible when he had the perfect abs. But to rub his belly now was something else - so comforting. He continued for five minutes or so, but stopped abruptly when he felt something move inside him.
Had he dislodged the implant? Should he phone Dr Duff? It was very late, so he wouldn’t bother him now. Simon went to bed. He woke once in the night and felt that movement again. He mentioned it to Craig in the morning. Craig reckoned that if he was hungry then the implant must still need feeding, so it can’t have become detached or anything. As Simon was ravenous as usual so they put the feeling down to a rumbling stomach.
At their meeting on the first Friday in May, Simon’s belly had blossomed as much as he wanted it to. He told Paul and Mark that he would ask Dr. Duff to stop the growth when he met him the following Tuesday. The other two guys expressed their disappointment. “That belly looks great on you man” Paul said forcefully, “even though it has got bigger than mine. In fact I am quite envious, I’m inspired to grow mine a bit more”. “Don’t you find it a nuisance” replied Simon, “mine is beginning to get in the way sometimes. It’s beginning to become a pain to put socks and tie shoe laces. I don’t want to be too much bigger. People are already commenting too much, in fact one guy asked me if I was pregnant the other day.
"What was really scary was that I realised I would want to be pregnant, though I know that is impossible.”
“We all think the pregnant man look is great” Mark pointed out, “otherwise we wouldn’t have these guts on us would we? Why not keep with the programme another month. If you like the thought of being pregnant you would want to carry the baby to term wouldn’t you?”
“Yes” replied Simon “but this gut is almost 43” and I have gained over 60lb” - I reckon I have gone to term”
“In five months?” rejoined Mark. “and a lot of the weight is in the muscle you’re building up. You’d be quite a hunk now without that gut. Maybe we could describe you as a pregnant hunk!”
Mark was really getting into the idea. “Hey, just a minute, we’re talking my belly growth here, not a pregnancy. I reckon I have grown quicker than any pregnancy”. “Not if it’s twins” Paul said “you’d be bigger if it was twins.” “Go for another month” repeated Mark.
“No, my mind is made up - I am pregnant looking enough. I can’t see my feet even now when I am standing up without leaning forward a bit and my splendid dick disappeared from view weeks ago. I like my belly how it is. It doesn’t need to grow any more”.



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CHAPETER 6 So Simon went along to Dr. Duff’s portakabin the following Tuesday ready to ask for the programme to be stopped. As he walked along, he wondered if it was his imagination, or was he beginning to waddle? Certainly, despite the workouts he was doing with Craig, he could feel the extra weight of his gut out front. He had now nearly 70lb since the implant was put in. At almost 200lb, he was feeling heavy. It was time to stop the growing - 200lb was a good manly weight to be and not too heavy. As he lay on the examination couch looking at his belly, he was amazed at the progress he had made and how far his gut stuck up in the air. Perhaps it would be fun to go another month, he thought. No, he had to be firm, this had gone far enough. “Dr. Duff” said Simon all too tentatively “I now have a beautiful stomach, a little bit bigger than I intended in fact, and I would like to stop it growing now.” “Ah” replied the doctor “I thought you might be raising this soon. In fact, I thought you would have raised it last month and was very pleased when you said nothing. You obviously enjoy a big gut.” “I do” Simon replied, “but this one has got big enough and is getting cumbersome.” “I know, and it will get more cumbersome in the months to come. We cannot stop the programme now. You see Simon, you are five months pregnant. The hormone pellet I placed in your bowel in September in fact developed into a womb. The implant I placed in it in December was in fact 3 embryos. Three is quite standard in this kind of technique in women. We do it in the hope that one will attach itself and develop into a viable baby. You can see from this scan, in your case, all three are developing.” The doctor pointed them out to Simon on the screen. Simon was just lying there with his mouth open. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The doctor continued: “These three babies are developing well. We would expect them to be small as they are triplets, but you can see that they are quite big even compared with a foetus in a single pregnancy. You have a bit more growing to do yet, Simon. Four months of growing in fact. I didn’t intend it this way, but you are going to get very big. If, as we expected you were carrying just one baby, you would be the size you are now when you were about to give birth. I do apologise, but you are going to be huge.” The doctor looked at Simon who had a glazed look on his face. He just nodded vaguely. He heard the doctor talking again: “You will need to consider what to do for the future. The only real issue is whether or not you can continue working. There would be no problem resigning from your job. I will pay you your salary until your pregnancy comes to an end and after that, if they are healthy babies, I can get $50,000 each for them of which half is yours. "The other issue is who to tell. I don’t mind who you tell, but if the press get to hear of it there will be a lot of media interest in you. At the moment only myself and Craig know.” “Craig is in on this?” “Oh yes, he has been feeding you all the right things and giving you the correct work outs for your pregnancy to succeed. And by the look of you he is very good at it” “Right” said Simon, unsure of what to say or do next. He was still flat on his back on the couch, tummy in the air. There was silence. Eventually Simon heard himself asking: “How will my babies get out?” “Your babies? You’ve really taken this pregnancy thing on board very quickly. But to answer your question: they well come out the way they went in, through your rectum.” “Will I go into labour then?” “I certainly hope so, I am trying to make this male pregnancy as natural as possible” “OK - that sounds good to me” All of a sudden Simon had got a grip of himself. This was reality: he was five months pregnant with triplets and life had to continue. Dr Duff was amazed that it had been so easy to convince Simon, in fact he had taken no convincing at all. He hadn’t even gone into shock for very long. The doctor cleaned up Simon’s belly from the jelly. Simon sat up (that was certainly more difficult to do these days) and put his shirt back on. He wasn’t bursting buttons of his shirt yet, but he soon would be. “We need to get you a proper pregnant man wardrobe to celebrate your growing figure” Dr Duff said. “I’ll put you in touch with a clothes designer I know.” Simon couldn’t believe his ears, this was getting to sound really hot. He was pregnant and loving it. He would resign from work and fully enjoy getting a huge pregnant man belly. He would tell Mark and Paul what was going on, but swear them to secrecy. The Doctor arranged for the clothes designer to go to Simon’s flat the next morning. Simon left the portakabin even happier than he went in. Now he knew why it was so close the maternity unit! Simon was even more proud of his stomach as he walked home. He made it jut out in front of him and had a burning desire call out to everyone that he was pregnant. He didn’t of course, but he wanted to tell someone. He could tell Mark & Paul, but he had already decided to leave that until Friday. He was glad his clothes would be sorted as clothes for his upper body that were the right size for his frame while they covered his gut now (though taught) would hardly do so in another month and another 6 inches of gut. Craig met him at home with an effusive: “Hello Mom to be” and a huge full milk strawberry milk shake - Simon’s favourite. The first thing Simon did was to phone the office and tell them he was giving a month’s notice. They told him not to bother coming in again. He knew they would say that. They said it to everyone else. So Simon was suddenly a free spirit. He was pleased not to have to go to the office again. Not only was he relieved to get out of what was becoming an increasingly tense atmosphere where everyone had to achieve impossible targets, but he was finding sitting at a desk more and more uncomfortable. When he had questioned Paul about whether he found his belly caused discomfort, he just laughed. But while Paul was well endowed, he did not have balls the size that Simon’s were now. Simon found there just wasn’t enough room down there for a growing belly, lengthening dick and huge balls. Added to that, Simon seemed to get aroused very easily and spend a good deal of time with a hard on. Even with the loosest pants there was nowhere for it to go. If he could recline back it was better, but you couldn’t do that in the office. So to be at home where he could just chill out and be comfortable was a good thing to be able to do. The next day, Darren, the costume designer came round. “My, you’re getting a big boy in more ways than one” he said surveying Simon’s belly and his manhood below it which was aroused for no particular reason. “We’ll have to see what we can do to accommodate you.” Simon immediately knew that this was going to be fun. As it turned out Darren had already had some ideas after talking with Dr Duff. “It seems to me” he said “that there is no way we are going to disguise the bulge so let’s celebrate it.” Darren showed Simon his ideas for shirts, sweat shirts and tee shirts. They all followed a similar idea - reasonably fitting across the chest and shaped across the stomach, gathering underneath with a drawstring - except the tee shirts which were longer and allowed to hang. To Simon they looked absolutely great and he chose some of each in several designs of fabric. “Now as for pants, that may be a little more difficult as we have a lot to accommodate down there and Dr. Duff tells me that like your belly, it’s not going to get any smaller. What do you think of these?” Darren showed Simon two designs. One for normal looking pants except the front rise was very much shorter and there was lots of room at the front to keep everything under control. The other design was for a garment like dungarees except that instead of straps going over the shoulder, the front flap came to the top of the belly and went straight around the back with a T piece down to the back of the pants. Darren explained that shoulder straps would take the front flap away from following the lines of his gut and he would just look fat, hence the different design. He went on to say that either design could be shorts as well and all would be made from fabrics with Lycra in so that they could stretch a bit if need be. Simon thought they were great and ordered both designs and asked when they would be ready. “I could get an outfit ready for you by tomorrow afternoon and the rest within a week” Darren told him. ‘Great’ thought Simon, ‘I can surprise them on Friday evening with more than just my news.’ Darren took Simon’s measurements and went off to make up the order. The next day a package arrived, special delivery with the beginnings of Simon’s new wardrobe: a couple of plain tee shirts in different colours a shirt and sweat shirt and the bright yellow pants that Simon thought would be outrageous but liked the idea. He was also pleased to see the briefs Darren had talked about that would support his jumbo balls away from his increasingly muscular thighs and plenty of room for his dick. That would stop them chaffing. He tried it all on and was very pleased with the result. He was surprised how full the front of the yellow pants looked with the special briefs on. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to display his manhood quite like that yet. But then he thought that they wouldn’t really notice them under his gut anyway. However, he turned a few heads when he wandered into the pub the next evening. He had gone a few minutes early, so he could be sat down before the other two arrived. He didn’t want to show everything off all at once. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to get up for a pee before he told them. He needn’t have worried about that. They both noticed his new shaped top as soon as they walked in and they could hardly fail to notice the pants, though at that point they couldn’t see the special front area of them. It was under Simon’s gut. Paul was instantly envious that Simon had found clothes that accommodated a gut. He also noticed that there was room for growth and wondered if Simon had turned back on his ‘definite’ decision of last Friday. Paul thought Simon’s gut might even have been bigger still, but it was hard to tell as the clothes were different. “Hey man, that’s shirt is great. It really shows off your fantastic gut.” enthused Paul. “Where did you get it? I need one for this gut too, though it will have to be smaller than yours - you lucky devil”



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“Sit down, and I’ll tell you all about it.” answered Simon and he told them all that had happened since last Friday. Mark and Paul sat there wide eyed as Simon explained that he was pregnant with triplets and how great it felt. He told them all that Dr Duff had told him and how his due date was 9th September or there abouts. Paul and Mark just sat and listened they couldn’t believe their ears, but it would explain how Simon’s gut had grown so quickly and beautifully. After Simon had been talking non-stop for about 10 minutes, he realised none of them yet had a drink, so he said he would go and get some. Paul protested saying that he should be paying for this celebration. But Simon insisted and got up and went to the bar. Paul particularly noticed the way the cloth of the yellow pants hung closely yet not tightly to the beautiful form of Simon’s taught small butt. ‘He’s not getting a fat arse like pregnant women do though it is getting a lot more muscular’ thought Paul. He couldn’t take his eyes off it and nor could some others in the pub it seemed. Simon’s return to the table caused the mouths of both Mark and Paul to fall open as they saw Simon’s burgeoning manhood under his gut filling the pants designed for it. These pants showed all Simon’s curves beautifully. “Hey man, are you wearing a padded jockstrap? asked Paul. “No, this is all mine” replied Simon adjusting his basket and explained about the new briefs and how much more comfortable they were. Mark and Paul couldn’t take their eyes off his belly all evening even though it wasn’t much bigger than when they had seen it a week before. True, it was put in a new context with the shirt, but it was really the thought of what was in it. And Paul wanted some of those shirts for his belly. Simon gave him Darren’s number so that was sorted. They didn’t stay that long in the pub. It was obvious the two lads wanted to have a closer look at this phenomenon they had been sworn to secrecy over. Simon invited them back to his flat. He phoned ahead so that Craig could prepare them something to eat. Simon for one was hungry again. Back at Simon’s having eaten, he stripped off showing them both his gut and his genitalia. They couldn’t but help to be impressed. Craig kept discretely in the background. “Hey look at this” shouted Mark, “He’s getting stretch marks” and pointed to a very faint pink line on Simon’s gut. Paul had a good look too and said: “I’m surprised he hasn’t got them on his balls too, the size they are.” “They’re as big as they’re going to get” said Simon “unlike this.” rubbing his stomach. “Dr Duff says I am going to be huge. Apparently, if I was carrying one baby, this is as big as I’d get, but carrying on at this rate, which I apparently will, I will be huge. I think that’s really cool. “So” thought Paul out loud, “if I grew my gut another 3 inches, I’d have a full term single pregnancy on my hands?” “That’s right” “I’m all for that especially with these new shirts and pants. It would be a really hot thing to do as well as being supportive of you.” “I’ll get Craig to make you something fattening, I’m getting hungry again anyway. How about you Mark, are you up to a bigger belly?” “I’m not sure, but I could do with something to eat. It must be all the excitement.” Craig quickly knocked up some pasta in a cream sauce which they demolished swiftly. “That’s better” said Mark., “I don’t know what’s the matter with me today. I’ve had two extra meals this evening”. “We’re coming out in sympathy with preggo here” said Paul. “We hadn’t better spend too much time with him, otherwise we will each become like the hippo he is destined for in a couple of months” “Thanks - I love you too” said Simon. “I can’t believe this is happening to me, but I can’t wait to be hippo sized. I will have GOT A GUT FOR NEXT SUMMER just like the ad said though I never would have imagined it was going to be that big. I can’t wait to show it off.” “Hang on a minute. What about our hols? Our normal time in August will be only a month before D day. What if they come early?” asked Mark “Well let’s go in July then” replied Simon. “I am determined to show this gut off. It should be quite an attraction by then. We can hire a house and bring Craig to look after our every need. One thing though, I don’t think you’re allowed to fly when you are that pregnant.” He caught Craig’s eye who nodded his agreement. “Besides, I probably wouldn’t fit in an aircraft seat by then.” They talked on well into the night and had another couple of snacks. Simon couldn’t sleep after they had gone, it was all going round in his head again. Also as he got bigger he found it was more difficult to get comfortable added to which his bladder kept requiring him to get up. CHAPTER 7 Simon felt very different, the next time he went to the clinic. On 9th June Simon took his 49” gut to the portakabin behind the maternity block. He was wearing the dungaree style pants that had been specially designed for him by Darren. He wore these most of the time. They were more comfortable, though not as sexy looking, as the other pants because they didn’t have a ‘waistband’. There was an ample pouch underneath the belly for all that needed to be contained there. With his huge balls and growing dick, Simon was very grateful for it. “Continuing to blossom I see” Dr. Duffy greeted Simon as he followed his gut into the room. Simon wasn’t in the mood for quips this morning. He was late for his appointment purely because he hadn’t realised how much he had slowed up in the last month. He had gained 24lb since the last check-up and it had really done for him and it took him much longer to walk - perhaps waddle would be a better description - to the clinic than it had done in the past. He knew he was walking like a pregnant woman despite all the strengthening exercises he had done with Craig. But he had to lean back in order to balance the gut out the front. He had gained well over 60lb in his belly alone now and he was feeling it. It wasn’t until this morning that it struck Simon that he had really only done half the growing. He had another 3 months of this. Craig was confident that he would keep mobile, but Simon wasn’t so sure. He collapsed on the examination couch, lay back and waited for the doctor to examine him as usual. He had forgotten, of course, that he was now wearing dungarees and the doctor couldn’t simply push up his shirt to examine the bulge. In any case, Dr Duff said he wanted to do a full examination this time and so told him to strip off entirely. This didn’t please Simon either. The pregnancy had now reached a stage when it was becoming increasingly difficult to get to his feet. Craig had just started to help him dress even though he could still manage himself - just about. Getting undressed wasn’t so difficult it was getting things over or on his feet that caused the ‘entertainment’ “You’re looking really fit” said the doctor “Craig is doing a good job.” ‘Fit?’ thought Simon, ‘how can you look fit with a beach ball stuck out in front of you so heavy that you have to stick it out even further to balance?’ “And I see you are pleased to see me” Simon hadn’t seen his dick since.... Well he couldn’t remember, but as usual it was aroused at the slightest thing. “It’s getting to be quite a healthy size too” ‘Yes’ thought Simon ‘but you don’t have to sit with it constrained by clothing and a huge belly resting on top of it getting it excited the whole time’. “And your gut - belly beautiful - I see you are managing to keep the stretch marks at bay. Quite remarkable when one considers how much stretching yours has had to do. And your chest; is it my imagination, or is it deepening as well as getting more muscular? The colour of your nipples has certainly darkened.” Simon had noticed changes in his chest too. In fact only this morning, he felt that his shirts and sweat shirts were getting quite tight across the chest and it wasn’t just the muscle growth - there was a kind of softness developing too. It wasn’t that he was getting boobs exactly, but his man shaped pecs were getting more manly. Simon thought it was probably due to the fact that he was becoming more muscular all over, particularly in his lower half, due to the increased weight he had to carry about and the tough exercise regime Craig had him on. He was a bit surprised when the doctor started massaging his chest and examining his nipples very closely, but there seemed to be no reason for it. The doctor said he was very satisfied with his progress and he would see him next month. With that he left Simon to get dressed. That took sometime as it was now difficult to reach down to get things over his feet. Simon waddled home to feed his babies growing inside. He did like being pregnant, but it was hard work, especially now the weather was beginning to warm up. Still, the great thing about June was the warm summer evenings. That night in the pub the three sat in the beer garden. As Simon’s pregnancy progressed he got more and more daring in what he wore. His argument was that people would stare anyway so why not give them a feast to stare at? Tonight he was wearing lycra hot pants and his favourite light grey tee shirt. It had become quite tight now, both around his chest and gut and it barely gathered under the bulge now. Simon was on his second alcohol free beer when he noticed he felt damp around the nipples. Looking down at his tee shirt he saw two dark circles just where his nipples were. ‘Oh no,’ he thought ‘my tits are producing milk. It’s because the doctor was messing round with them this morning.’ Mark and Paul thought this was great, but Simon was quite distressed: “I’m becoming a women” he blurted out rather too loud so that people on the adjoining tables could hear. Heads turned. “I don’t know how you can say that with what you have stuffed down the front of those Lycra pants for the whole world to see” retorted Paul. “I won’t wear a bra - not for anything” “I’m sure Darren will have some ideas” said Mark. They were all now wearing the Darren designed shirts and Simon couldn’t help noticing that Mark’s was getting rather tight across the gut. Admittedly it always was close fitting as there was not need to accommodate any expansion. He had always been quite clear that he liked his small gut how it was, but he was going to need a new shirt soon. He was certainly into the sympathetic weight gain thing. Simon continued to be grumpy that evening, complaining about how awkward his gut was becoming and his weight gain. “What weight are you now” asked Paul. “221 lbs” “A lot of guys are around that weight and some heavier” countered Paul. “But it’s not all in their gut and they have bigger frames than me” “Your gut is not much bigger than mine” countered Paul proudly displaying his belly. That was not entirely true. Simon’s gut was beginning to make Paul’s stomach look flat. “This last month has made all the difference - it’s much harder to get around now. It took me ages to walk to the clinic this morning. And it gets in the way making it hard to do so many things.” “You are the one who wanted the gut” Mark reminded him. “But I never wanted this much and now I am growing tits as well”. “Let’s have a look” said Paul. Simon loosened off the draw cord on his tee shirt and pulled it away from his belly and over his head. Paul and Mark both thought he looked splendid - his growing gut resting on his his developing thighs and his deepening manly chest above. “You look absolutely great” said Paul. “Have you any idea how sexy you look? If you keep the shirt off, nobody would know your tits were leaking. They would just see one beautiful big bloke.” As it was a warm evening, Simon agreed that was the best course of action. They didn’t stay much longer anyway. Simon was feeling tired (he found he tired easily these days) and so Mark and Paul escorted him home still with no shirt on - his Lycra shorts displaying everything else to full advantage too. This was one hot guy walking down the streets and every head must have turned as they walked past. If Simon was honest, he quite enjoyed it. Paul and Mark left Simon at the door to the flats and he wearily hauled himself up the stairs to his own front door. As usual Craig was there waiting for him and he immediately sensed that Simon was in no better mood than he had been since he had returned from the clinic. Up to this point, Craig had kept at a distance physically but he now knew it was the moment to become more involved. “I’m bushed” said Simon “and I’m off to bed”. “What about those stretch marks, we don’t want them getting a hold and you have done well up to now” said Craig. “I can’t be bothered tonight. I’ll never get through this without them and I can’t really see them anyway now.” “They’ll be with you for the rest of your life if you let them start. In four months time you’ll wish you had done something about them.” “In three months time I won’t be able to reach them, so I might just as well quit now” “Would you like me to massage them for you” Craig asked. “If you must - but it’s a waste of time” “OK - well lie on the sofa”. Simon lay back and looked at the huge mound that was where his abs used to be. Craig got the cream and slowly began rubbing. “Decided not to wear a shirt tonight?” asked Craig “I’ve started with women’s tits” “Your chest looks pretty manly to me, if bigger than it was” “Whatever, but my tits are leaking and it’s stained my shirt” “These shorts look great on you, in fact you look very handsome all over. You look great with this belly. They don’t suit some guys, but you look really hot.” said Craig. “Mmm” Simon was beginning to relax. He enjoyed someone else rubbing his belly. It felt really good. In fact he could feel stirrings in the Lycra shorts. Craig noticed them change shape too. “Let me take your hot pants off” he suggested. “Mmm” and Craig gently slipped them off and 10.5 inches of dick sprang straight. “That is so good. Being pregnant and huge has its compensations” said Simon. “And just think how good it will feel to be even bigger. We’ll step up the exercise regime to make sure you can cope with the gut that’s protecting your babies.” “Mmm” Simon was really relaxed now and nearly asleep. A few minutes later he was sound asleep in a quiet peaceful sleep. Craig left him asleep there as he knew he would be awake again in a couple of hours in need of a pee. Then he would help him into bed. Next morning Paul and Mark came around just to check on Simon as he had been so down the previous evening. They instantly knew he was better as he was wearing his bright yellow pants. In fact they found a transformed character who was once again enjoying his pregnancy. Craig had been on to Darren who already had a solution to Simon’s lactating. Dr Duff warned him that this would be an issue and so Darren had already designed something to solve the problem. Simon proudly showed Paul and Mark his man bra. It was a Lycra sports top which just covered the pecs with shaped pads of cotton wool which could be changed when required. It made Simon’s chest look even more manly, though was a little tight under his present shirts - as was everything else. But Darren had gone away to make some more of those too.



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Paul and Mark couldn’t help but notice as Simon got up to show them his new garment, how tight the yellow pants had got. Simon’s butt had obviously expanded as the pants were very tight across the cheeks now, and the Lycra was having to work hard. However, it was all muscle, no flab. Simon noticed their eyes wandering and said: “I thought I would wear these before I get too big for them. I seem to be developing all over.” The other two couldn’t but fail to agree. Simon went on to show them something else Darren had brought for him now that summer was coming. It was a swimming thong. His two friends stared at it with incredulity. It had a narrow triangular back about 4 inches wide at the top and a huge pouch in the front with narrow straps at the sides. Simon showed them how the straps fastened at the back onto the triangular piece so that he wouldn’t have to take the thong over his feet and so that when he got really huge and couldn’t reach to fasten them at the front, he would have no difficulty in fixing them at the back. The fabric was stunning, silky black and white vertical stripes.
The thong would not be subtle, nor hide the curves of his sizeable manhood. “You’re really getting proud of your body” commented Mark “you never used to wear any figure hugging clothes even though you had a good body and now you’re wearing outrageous stuff.”
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it, I reckon” replied Simon. “This is only going to happen to me once. I want to get people to notice. I have no idea why. I used to hate people looking at me, but now I like the turning heads as my belly goes by.” “Not to mention your genitalia” said Paul. “That dick seems bigger every time we meet. It’s a great day, how about we go and give your new thong a test run on the beach.”
“Sounds great to me” said Simon. “Give me a couple of minutes to get ready and have a pee and I’ll be with you.” Simon was gone a few minutes while he put the thong on under his pants which he had to pull quite hard on to get them to do up again. ‘Getting bigger by the minute ‘ thought Simon.
The hour’s journey to the beach was uneventful and they set themselves up fairly centrally and put up a couple of umbrellas. Simon was then faced with a difficulty - how to get the pants off. He did it at home by sitting on the bed. He knew he would find it difficult to balance now if he took them off standing so he would either have to prop himself on Mark or Paul or sit on the beach. He decided on the latter. It was a long way down and just before his butt hit the towel he placed on the sand, there was a ripping noise. He beautiful yellow pants had ripped all the way from the back of the waistband to the crotch and split a little bit down the right thigh. Paul was first to comment: “Hey man, you’re uncontainable! Everything’s bursting out all over!”
Simon was a little less enthusiastic: “They were my favourite pants, and now that’s the end of them” “But it’s only the stitching that has gone” said Mark examining the pants “they can easily be repaired.”
“There’s not much point in that if they’ll never fit me again” said Simon. “But they will” said Mark “Once you’ve had the triplets you won’t need all that muscle round your butt and legs and they will return to their old shape” “You think so?” asked Simon “I’m sure so” affirmed Mark.
Once undressed the first thing Simon had to do was find the public loo. Having been keen an hour ago to show off his blossoming belly, he suddenly felt quite shy about it. Mark saw his reticence and offered to accompany Simon, for which he was very grateful.
There was no doubt about it, they turned a few heads on the beach because while Mark’s belly was nowhere near the size of Simon’s, it was approaching forty inches now. It was, of course, eclipsed by Simon’s at around 50” and the perspective you got when lying on the beach included a full view of the amply filled thong. Added to that, Simon suddenly felt it very hot to be showing himself off quite so blatantly and started to get a hard on. Luckily the thong was designed to accommodate such an eventuality, but the striped pattern of the cloth accentuated the expansion going on below the bulge. Luckily in the toilet block there was a stall free which Simon went into to calm down.
Ten minutes later or so, back at under the umbrellas, Simon began to realise that the beach would be different from now on. Simon had never been one for lying flat out on the beach. He had always liked to prop himself on his elbows so that he could see all the sights walking by. Now he realised, after only a few minutes, that the 60 plus pounds of gut was very hard on his arms. Lying on his back, he felt like a beached whale, albeit a small beached whale at the moment. It was Mark who noticed Simon’s discomfort first and suggested they buy a reclining beach chair for him.
In fact, Mark realised that he would be more comfortable in a chair too and Paul took no persuading that this was what they needed. But as Simon pointed out, they - or he - had a problem. His pants were useless. So they all decided to go shopping as they were. They got a lot of looks, many appreciative and especially from the store assistant they arrived at who referred to them as ‘three flourishing gentlemen’. He couldn’t take his eyes off Simon although he was rake-thin himself.
The chairs turned out to be an excellent purchase and they were all much more comfortable on the beach now. It began to get warm and Simon decided to go for a swim. He was a little bit apprehensive as he had never been swimming in his present condition. With the bulge in front half of him wondered if he would float!
The three guts went together down the beach and though the water struck cold, they all were soon in. Simon felt great as the water supported all his weight and he could relax. The only real snag was that Simon used to like swimming on his back. It was still possible but he had a funny position as his feet tended to sink. They went swimming several times despite the obvious following they were attracting on the beach. For Simon, not only was it supportive, but it saved him going to the public loos.
They had a great day on the beach and decided to come again soon, probably next weekend. That week, Simon began is new exercise regime. They spent a lot more time at the gym. Simon was surprised how much energy and strength he had, but he couldn’t stop eating. He was hungry the whole time.
It was also noticeable how quickly his body was developing, not to mention his gut of course! He was piling on the pounds too not only in the gut. By his next weigh in at the clinic he had put on 28lb over the month. At 55” his gut had almost doubled in circumference since the beginning and he was going on for 250lb. Another couple of days and he would have doubled his starting weight and he still had 2 glorious months of pregnancy to go. He couldn’t wait to be even more huge. Just another 30lb and his scales at home would be useless. They were pretty useless now as he had to get Craig to read them because the growing triplets got in the way.
CHAPTER 8
As he had waddled to the clinic that morning, his mood was completely different to the last time he had made that journey. He was enjoying his body in all it’s enormity in spite of the fact doing a lot of things was difficult. He couldn’t reach his feet any more and so Craig had to help dress him as did Simon and Mark when they went to the beach every weekend.
He felt so confident with his new growing size, almost invincible as he had to lean back to balance the weight out front which made the bulge stick out even more. Wherever he went he - or a least his belly - was the centre of attention.
He knew a lot of the comments he half heard were negative, but he didn’t care. He was so proud of this wonderful blossoming creation in front of him.
Dr Duff had seen Simon coming as he lumbered through the car park and so was there to meet him as he heaved himself up the steps. “You’re looking absolutely great” he told Simon, welcoming him into the portakabin. “You are certainly not wasting away there. How does it feel?”
Simon told him about the new exercise regime and how much better he felt with a bit more muscle on. He went on: “In fact, I shall be really sorry when the babies are born and I go back to normal size. Although, I suppose it might be nice to be more mobile again and to reacquaint myself with my feet! But I really like being this big. A 55inch gut gets you noticed.”
The Doctor made a mental note of all that for the future. If this all worked out, there could be a lot of money in this for them both. He wouldn’t mention anything, though until after the babies were born, but he thought he would subtly question Simon on it now to see how much potential there was in it.
“Of course”, said the doctor “you will be a lot bigger after giving birth, than you were before. There is all that muscle you are putting on for a start that must account for almost 40lb of your gain by now. And your balls may shrink a bit, but your dick won’t. I also think it will leave you with a bit of a belly.” “Yeah, but it is so hot being this big and having a lean body. It turns me on thinking about getting even bigger. If I had a belly this big normally, the rest of me would be fat too.”
“You’re obviously really into this” replied the doctor, “which is excellent. It will be interesting to see how you feel in two months time and when you go into labour. You might have a different view of things then.”
“Yeah, the labour will be interesting, but my belly will be one hot mega bulge. Presumably my chest will be pretty laden too.”
Simon explained what had happened after his last examination. Simon took off his man-bra and the doctor examined he chest. He started working one of Simon’s nipples and managed to get a sample of Simon’s milk which he said he would send off for analysis. “Do you know Simon” he said “you could probably produce quite a lot of milk now if you wanted to. It would enhance your chest and it would be quite fun don’t you think?. You could let your friends suckle you. I have a spare breast pump here you could use when there was no one you milk you direct as it were. Shall we see how much we can get now?”
By the time Dr. Duff had fetched the pump Simon had decided that this was a good idea though he had no idea at the time what it would mean in the future. The doctor showed him how to use it and he loved the feel of it working his nipples. Simon was amazed that they got almost half a pint. He drank it to see what it tasted like.
It seemed heavier and sweeter than cows’ milk and very pleasant. He reckoned if he could stimulate his man breasts over the next couple of days, he should be able to give Paul and Mark a treat when they met on Friday.
Having done all the usual examinations Dr Duff told Simon he was really pleased with his progress. Everything was going well and he was pleased that Simon was enjoying the pregnant experience so much. He would get his milk analysed and let him know the results by ‘phone in a few days. Simon got dressed again with a little assistance from the Doctor, picked up the breast pump and went on his way. He couldn’t wait to try his new toy again and as soon as he had got home and got his breath back he showed Craig and he milked himself again.
This time there was nearly a pint even though it was less than 2 hours since the last time he had milked. When the time came to meet Mark and Paul on Friday Simon’s milk was really flowing. His chest had deepened, though was still manly in an accentuated way, and he found he had to be milked every two to three hours otherwise his man tits got too uncomfortable.
This meant he had to get up several times in the night to relieve his breasts, but as he woke often now anyway to relieve his bladder, it was really no hardship. Paul and Mark were not disappointed when they met that Friday.
First they tried some of the milk in a glass and later on the evening they suckled Simon, which they thought was great, though they couldn’t get it down quite so quickly as from a glass. Simon told them that the doctor had rung that day with the results of the analysis and that the milk was very unusual for human milk. It was very rich and high in calories - like a super gainer shake.
An ideal drink for anyone wanting to gain - no wonder Simon was eating even more than usual. Mark’s eyes lit up on hearing that the milk was a good gainer drink. Next week they were to go on holiday for a fortnight and it would give Mark a good opportunity to drink a lot of Simon’s milk. They would see how much he would gain in those two weeks. Craig would come and help them with his cooking too.
The three lads couldn’t wait for the holiday to begin. Eventually the week passed and they were off to the place they had rented by the sea. It was several hours journey and they had to stop a couple of times for Simon’s bladder and also to milk him. The breast pump hadn’t been packed very conveniently, so Mark and Paul obliged by taking a side each. They had hired a house with its own pool and there was a gym very near so Simon could continue to work out which was becoming more and more necessary as he got bigger and bigger.
It was great having their own pool, especially for Simon as it was a great relief to have the weight of his bulge taken off his body for a while. They got some funny looks at the gym to begin with as the three gutted men strode in with Craig with his wonderful jock’s body. But after a bit the others accepted them as they were.
Apart from going to the gym they didn’t do that much. Simon spent a lot of the time eating, being milked and going for a pee. They sat around for much of the time, talking. One day while they were chatting Mark suddenly asked: “Who are the parents of the triplets?” “It seems terrible to admit it, but I don’t know”, replied Simon. It wasn’t until several days later while resting after another mammoth feed and milking when his mind was drifting back to when he had a super flat belly, that it began to dawn on him. He remembered how when the doctor gave him a condom while he was placing the pellet in him that he took the condom off him as soon as he had cum and took it quickly away.
He had no condom when the babies were implanted (though he didn’t know they were babies then). He came all over the bed. Could it be that the doctor used his sperm? Even so, where did the eggs come from. They talked about it later that day. Craig was really one of them now and he chatted with them when he wasn’t preparing food. Simon put his thought to them and asked Craig if he knew as he had been in on this from the beginning. He didn’t know.
Simon made a mental note to ask the Dr. Duff next time they met. At the beginning of their fortnight’s holiday they spent some time on the beach as Simon was determined to show off his splendid gut. It wasn’t that far to walk, but it was quite hard going for Simon as they had to keep coming back and forward to milk him every two hours.
With 80lbs plus of triplets now, it was a bit of a struggle. Added to that at over 250lbs Simon caused his sun bed to sink into the sand now and he found it very difficult to get off it. It had to be said though that they were all much admired on the beach and Simon enjoyed the attention as did Paul and Mark come to that. By the end of the first week they had got into a routine. Paul and Mark would suckle Simon at the morning and evening feed time. The other times Simon or one of them milked him with the breast pump. Mark drank all of this milk through the day.
By the end of the fortnight it really showed. He didn’t have a shirt that covered his belly and he had really put on some muscle too due to the work outs and the testosterone in the milk. Paul put on weight too, his belly was the 43in he wanted and he had a bit of extra muscle too. But Mark’s belly had gone to 46” and he looked well pregnant himself, though of course, he wasn’t. It was just as well they were only staying a fortnight because by the end of it the 60in tape measure only just got around Simon’s belly. One day on holiday, for a dare from Craig, they all went to the gym shirtless to really show off their bellies. Simon only did it once, he was so embarrassed by what happened. He had noticed ever since he started to produce milk that the absorbent pads got particularly wet when he worked out. He discovered why without his man bra on. He was doing his pectoral flies as usual, but every time he brought the weights up, milk squirted from his titties even though he had been milked just before he left for the gym. The other three guys thought it was really hot, but Simon didn’t think so - well not in public!
Simon also found that going to the gym made the triplets very active. If he didn’t have a loose shirt on (and these were getting very hard to get hold of now) you could see them kicking against his belly. Simon, of course, could feel them too - and did they kick!
They were active quite a lot of the time now, but it seemed to be worst during exercise and often in the middle of the night. The other difficulty with the gym was his dick that was now 12in and very difficult to contain. It was still being aroused by the slightest thing - going to the gym being one of them. It couldn’t be hidden and as it became very rigid it was very difficult to know what to do with it. They never did discover what to do with it, so Simon had to live with it.
He had to exercise, as he couldn’t loose muscle now, and he had to continue to build himself up. Apart from Craig, they all returned home heavier than when they had left for the coast, particularly Mark and Simon and although Simon had put on more weight in terms of pounds, it showed more on Mark because he was smaller to begin with. The journey home was quite uncomfortable for Simon - the car seemed so cramped, even though he was in the front. If he sat with his legs apart to try and make room for his belly and balls then Craig couldn’t change gear and sitting with his legs together was agony. On top of that, the triplets had decided they would play football on the whole journey. The amazing thing was that Simon found the discomfort really quite exciting which meant there was even more reason to try and spread his legs.
As soon as they returned Paul and Mark went off to the shops to buy some bigger clothes for work on Monday. Paul could have managed, but Mark couldn’t so Paul tagged along too. Once back at work, Mark got endless comments about his new weight, most of them negative. But he got one or two positive ones too. As he sat at his desk with his new enlarged belly in front of him, preventing him getting as close as he used to, he was really pleased with what had happened. He was surprised too because he had thought, when his gut was 10in smaller, that it was just the right size. Now he was beginning to wonder if his present gut was big enough.
CHAPTER 9
The 9th August came round and Simon was off again to the clinic. He wondered if the next time he came this way it would be because he was in labour. If so he certainly wouldn’t be walking.
By now, his legs were like tree trunks and the only option was to wear Lycra all the time to stop his thighs rubbing raw. In this hot weather he couldn’t be bothered to wear anything else except a tee shirt, and he hadn’t spoken to Darren recently to get some bigger ones made - after all there was only one month to go - and so the shirt didn’t meet his shorts.
As Simon lumbered through the hospital grounds, the doctor watched him from his office window. He wondered at this huge pregnant hulk of a man he had created. He looked so good and the way he carried himself was a real turn-on as he had to lean back so far to balance his huge bulge.
As Simon grew nearer the doctor could see the look of contentment on his face. The doctor was so pleased that he had chosen Simon for this experiment. There can’t have been very many men who would enjoy being that huge and look forward to being even bigger. Apart from that one blip around six months, Simon had really enjoyed this pregnancy.
He was there to meet Simon at the top of the steps. “Belly still flourishing then? Did you have a good holiday?”
“Sure did - very restful. I can’t do much more than rest now. This gut you’ve given me gets in the way of everything. Luckily Craig has worked out a special routine at the gym, but apart from that everything I do is hampered by these triplets. The amazing thing is, I should be totally frustrated by it all, it is so difficult to relax and get comfortable except when in the pool, but I find the experience totally hot.
“Let’s get you on the scales first... wow up to 277lb. You did eat well on your hols and the 61 inch gut bears that out! On you go to the exam. couch.”
Simon cautiously parked his very muscular bum on the couch and kind of rolled onto it, so that he lay on his back, pinned down by 100lb of belly. He was still amazed that this mountain, emanating from where less than a year ago there had been a flat stomach, could belong to him. The doctor did all his usual checks and then asked him to get on all fours on the couch as he wanted to look up his anus to see if anything was happening up there.
It was quite a task on the limited area of the couch to roll over and get on all fours with all those babies in front of him. With the aid of the doctor he managed it. He was surprised that his elephantine bulge nearly touched the couch. After this part of the examination, the doctor helped him up and to get dressed and Simon parked himself again on the edge of the couch. He found this a reasonably comfortable position. Dr Duff explained that it all looked normal - well as normal as it could be for a pregnant man!
He didn’t think that anything would happen in the next week or so, but from now on there was a possibility that his waters could break at any time. If they did he was to get himself to the clinic as soon as possible. Simon was to return in a fortnight instead of the usual month to see how things were going. Simon nodded his assent.
D day was approaching, it was exciting and yet he felt nervous about it too. What would it be like giving birth - three times! Before he left, Simon asked Dr Duff if he was the father of the triplets, which he confirmed and said that the mother had to remain anonymous, but Simon could rest assured that she was chosen for her good healthy genes. The mother had had several children herself which were all big and healthy at birth (all over 10lb he said). That is probably why Simon’s triplets are so big, the doctor said. He also told Simon that after he had given birth he would probably start menstruating himself after a few months, once he had stopped producing milk.
It would be interesting to see how that happened. Simon thought so too. It would be wrong to say that Simon left the clinic with a spring in his step because he was so heavy now, there was no spring anywhere. But there would have been a spring in his step had he been 100lb lighter! He hoped the labour didn’t come too soon, not because he was trying to put it off, but rather because he wanted to be this pregnant and more, for a bit longer.
In fact, right now he wanted to be pregnant for ever. Although it was tiring, it was just great having those three bundles of new life growing within him. It was such a privilege carrying them around everywhere he went. It was wonderful being able to produce milk for them and his friends before they arrived in the world. By the time he got home, he was tired and inevitably hungry, but Craig had something ready for him to eat.
He spent the remainder of the morning resting, before eating a huge lunch and then later going round the corner to the gym with Craig. He still had to be milked every two hours, but nearly all of it was thrown away. Mark had decided that he wouldn’t continue gaining for the moment. This was for two reasons; firstly he wanted all his family and friends to get used to his gut at its present size. He had received a lot of negative comments about his flourishing belly, and secondly, how he didn’t have the time to spend in the gym, the massive amount of calories in the milk was making him fat all over, and he didn’t want that.
There was not much different happening in Simon’s life over the next few weeks. He was either dozing, eating, milking, in the loo, or at the gym. Getting around was getting more difficult by the day, but Simon thought this was really hot. It was an amazing feeling getting into a sweat just getting out of a chair. The three of them hadn’t been to the pub together since they had returned from holiday - the attentions he got from others was too much and while away on holiday he had had a bit of an encounter in the gents in one of his frequent visits there. He had got trapped in a corner by two big guys who had started caressing his pregnant belly and offering to really get him knocked up by the huge dicks they were waving about.
Luckily they had left him alone after a bit with no harm done. But it shook him. So now the three of them took it in turns to meet on one another’s houses. Craig always went along too as he was now really part of the group and he was handy to have around to keep Simon well fed.
One Friday night as Simon was off again to the toilet, Mark said to Paul, “Do you reckon his butt is getting wider”
“I don’t know how you can tell with that gut on him. He is just huge and has become much more muscular all over”. “Well I reckon his butt is really developing into child bearing hips all of a sudden”. This observation of Marks was confirmed at Simon’s next check up on 23rd August when Dr Duff said to him: “Before you get on the couch let’s have a look at you.” The doctor got him to turn slowly around and when he had his back to him told him to stop. “Have you noticed any changes over the last couple of weeks other than your belly growing?”
“My mates reckon my backside is getting bigger. I can’t really tell anymore, it’s kinda difficult to twist round and see in the mirror these days” “Well I have to congratulate you in developing some splendid child bearing hips. This is very good for you as it means the birth will be easier for you especially as the development should continue until the birth.” “So will I end up with a huge butt after this?” “To begin with, yes, but the right exercises after the birth should sort that out in time. Now get on the couch as usual please.”
Simon did as the doctor asked and after doing the examination Dr Duff told him that everything was fine and there was no sign of anything about to happen immanently. This was good, as Simon could keep his belly for another couple of weeks at least. He kind of rolled off the couch as he now couldn’t sit up from lying on his back, there was just too much belly. The doctor said he was happy to see him in another couple of weeks on 7th September, unless things started happening before that.
The next night, he saw his mates as usual and again the week after the day he had been to the clinic yet again. Simon was really pleased that when Dr Duff had weighed him as usual he was over 300lb at 305. He had had 300lb as a goal, he didn’t know why but he was pleased to have gone over it. His belly was enormous at 67 inches.
Simon was told how lucky he was not to have any stretch marks with such a bulge. And Simon knew it was down to the ministrations of Craig who was very attentive to his belly. Craig was so helpful in everything as there wasn’t much Simon could do now. He couldn’t even shower on his own now, because he could reach the front of his gut anymore. He found that hot too. Showers were pretty wet experiences for the both of them as they had had to take the screens of the cubicle down as Simon didn’t fit in any more. And now his butt had got a lot wider it wasn’t comfortable sitting in the bath. He would never have got up without a crane anyway!
The doctor had told him that still nothing was looking immanent, but as the babies were not in danger, he wanted to let Simon go on to see if a natural labour would occur. And in any event he wasn’t ‘due’ for another two days but the doctor thought it would be longer than that. Despite his vast size, Simon was still in no hurry to give birth.
He was enjoying every minute of this. He loved the awkwardness of it all. So he relayed all this news to the others and as usual they hung on his every word. They were as much wrapped up in this pregnancy as Simon was and like him, they were not in any hurry for it to end, though they were concerned that Simon couldn’t possibly be enjoying it, the size that he was.
Simon was able to reassure them otherwise. That night they asked him all sorts of questions including what would happen when he went into labour. Simon was able to tell them because the doctor had told him what he thought would happen. His theory was that when Simon’s water’s broke they would rush through his bowel and he would suddenly want to go to the toilet. Simon was to try and hold it for a while and get to the toilet, firstly to prevent any mess, but more importantly so that the waters would be allowed to give him a thorough enema on the way through. After all, the babies would be born through his bowel.
Mark and Paul agreed that Craig would be lucky because he would be with Simon when this happened and they made him promise that he would let them know as soon as Simon’s labour started. They wanted to be there.


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CHAPTER 10
Sunday 9th - D day - passed. Simon felt much the same - a very hot beached whale. The following four days passed and still no sign of anything happening.
Friday 14th dawned and Simon felt different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but he felt a bit ‘off’. For a start he had no appetite at all. Craig said if he didn’t feel like eating that was fine (because he had already been briefed by Dr. Duff that this might well happen) but he was to drink all he could. Simon didn’t really feel like seeing the others that evening but in the end decided to ask them round to his place as he didn’t really feel like going out.
It was a humid day and evening and Simon was just wearing a thong to keep his 14in dick under control and his balls as out of the way as possible from his now huge thighs. Paul and Mark arrived as directed and couldn’t help noticing how quiet Simon was. They hadn’t been there half an hour when Simon suddenly gave a huge groan. Craig sprang up immediately and asked him if he needed the toilet. Simon nodded urgently and Craig and Mark escorted him there where he exploded.
The evacuation of his bowels seemed to go on a very long time, but eventually he finished, and just sat there a while. Then his first contraction hit. He had had a few fake ones over the past month or so, but nothing like this. It felt as though the whole of his lower half was going to split open. It was obvious he was going to have to get to the clinic fairly quickly, so they phoned Dr Duff and bundled him into Craig’s car. This was the first time he hadn’t walked to the clinic and as he felt all scrunched up and it seemed to make the labour pains more intense somehow.
When they arrived at the clinic the first thing the doctor made him do was get on the couch on all fours. He looked up his anus and said Simon had a little while to go yet. When Simon asked “how long” the doctor replied he didn’t know, but if he was a woman he would be several hours off delivery. He told Simon to relax as much as he could and let nature take its course.
Simon wasn’t sure about that. Nature would never have got him into that condition in the first place.
The hours went by and his contractions didn’t seem to be getting any closer together. The doctor looked in every hour or so and said that while the babies weren’t in danger, he wasn’t for interfering with the natural process. Simon thought that it was all right for him, but he wasn’t the one getting exhausted by these contractions for hour after hour.
By 6.00 a.m. the following morning things were beginning to look as though something might happen soon.
The doctor had Simon on his hands and knees again and said he could see the top of a baby’s head and that it shouldn’t be too long now. He got Simon on his back again and put his feet in stirrups and the contractions started coming quicker now. Simon hadn’t really considered what the birth would be like. He had just imagined that he would give birth in the same position as a women and so was rather surprised when the doctor move the stirrups so that his feet were over his head. This was no mean feat with his huge belly. This position, he was amazed to find, was no more uncomfortable than any other.
He was also agreeably surprised by his labour. So far it hadn’t been as bad as he had imagined. The contractions were painful and exhausting, but at the same time gave him a certain amount of pleasure and his manhood was reacting accordingly.
The next contraction produced a result - the first head crowned. Simon thought he was going to burst from the effort of it all. Another contraction and the baby was born - a boy.
The doctor took him quickly away. Simon was relieved though surprised to be let out of the stirrups. It was good to have a change of position but what about the other two? Dr. Duff told him not to worry , it would probably be a couple of hours before the next one was born. He suggested they all went for a walk, it would help the procedure along. So at 7.00 a.m. that Saturday morning four men could be seen walking around the hospital car park - one with and enormous gut, looking exhausted, though his gut was quite a bit smaller than it had been of late, two with respectable bellies on them and one hot jock with washboard abs. After a while walking about the contractions started again.
They returned to the portakabin and Simon, after being examined, was in the stirrups again. The next baby, a girl, came much quicker and was again whisked away before any of them had time to see her. The same pattern happened for the third which was a boy after which the doctor kept Simon in the stirrups until he had got rid of the three afterbirths.
After that, the doctor suggested Simon have a shower, which he did, and then fixed up an appointment to see the doctor in a month. Dr Duff expressed amazement at how easily the births had gone and how well Simon was at the end of them.
Simon wasn’t entirely sure he agreed with the doctor at this point, but he kinda knew what he meant.
He was ready to walk out of the hospital and while his butt felt a bit fragile, he did not feel as though his insides would fall out. So they all went home. It felt to Simon as if he was walking on air, he had lost so much of his gut through the births. It was so easy to move his body around, but he felt sort of unbalanced now that he appeared to have a more normal weight distribution.
Simon and Craig arrived home exhausted, particularly Simon of course, though Craig had missed a night’s sleep too. But he hadn’t given birth to three 12lb babies. Mark and Paul had not gone home with them, they had gone to their own flats.
Simon spent the rest of that day very quietly. He reflected that he did not miss having the triplets at all. Now that they were outside his body, there was no bond between them. He did miss his huge gut even though he had quite a sizeable mound left. What he very quickly realised was that the thing he missed was being pregnant.
He so wanted to be pregnant again...


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I remember an old Geocities site that hosted the author's stuff. Great to see it again

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