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Same idea, just in reverse, by myself and Brimming

Reverse F Buddy

It took a good 5 minutes before I got myself somewhat comfortable on the couch.  I had 2 pillows in the arch of my back, one under my belly, a glass of milk on the side table and a few cookies next to it.  I was ready to turn the TV on and get caught up on some DVR when I heard my phone chirp, announcing a new text message.

The phone was sitting on the coffee table, a good 2 feet out of reach.  I was very pregnant, due 3 days ago, so any movement was a struggle now.  Since I'd just gotten "comfortable", I decided to ignore it for the moment and try to relax.

As I watched TV, the baby squirmed a little bit, reminding me he was still inside.  As If I could forget... How could I? I was 3 days overdue and counting...

I hated when people said pregnant guys looked "ripe" but looking down at my belly, I had to agree with the description. I looked ripe.  I pulled up my stretched to the max wife beater, not only did I look ripe, I looked overripe.  My skin was shiny having been stretched so much and little stretch marks had appeared all over my orb showing, how big and fast the baby had grown.

As much as I hated being pregnant at this point, I was happy the baby was so big that he couldn't get in any good kicks or punches at me from the inside.  I had ran out of room so all he could muster was a cramped wiggle every now and then.

I couldn't sit or lay in any position for too long and after 20 minutes of watching TV, I was uncomfortable again.  I had gained so much weight over the course of the pregnancy, most of it in my belly, that the strain on my back was constant in nearly any position I was in.  I also had the great pleasure of dealing with body parts going numb because my circulation was all out of whack from the baby.

I didn't want to but I decided to get up and check my phone.  Hell, I knew I'd be getting up soon anyway to use the bathroom (another joy of being so pregnant).  I turned off the TV, moved the pillows and placed my hands on my knees, getting myself situated for the arduous task of getting vertical.  It took a few attempts before I rocked myself enough that I was able to stand.  My hands had to immediately go to the small of my back which once again felt the brunt of the huge belly hanging from my front, trying to snap it in half.

Now that I was standing, I caught my reflection in the turned off TV.  My wife beater barely made its way to my belly button, which had popped out a few weeks ago, making it look like I was smuggling a marble under my shirt.  My pale, shiny, stretched belly skin was exposed from the hem of the wife beater to the waistband of the mesh shorts I wore - almost a good foot.  My shorts were buried deep beneath my belly in the crease where my expanded middle met my groin.

Seeing myself was still shocking.  I couldn't believe how big I'd gotten in the last 9 months.  That's what carrying an 11 lb. baby will do to you I guess!  Shaking my head, I waddled over to the table and grunted as I leaned down to pick up my phone to check my text.

Craig: Can I suck your cock?

Craig was a fuck buddy I had for a few years.  He loved giving me head.  I had a big fat dick and he loved it.  I hadn't seen him in almost year 'cause he'd moved to Chicago.

I was torn.  I hadn't gotten good head in about 7 months. Actually I hadn't gotten any head, good or bad or any action for that matter.  I was horny as hell and I had heard that sexual activity could stimulate labor... An enticing extra - I was ready to have this baby!  But I was worried, I  didn't want to ruin my relationship with Craig.  He loved my tight, muscular pre-pregnancy body and I didn't want to turn him off with my ballooned up state...

I used my free hand to rub my distended belly, moving down low where the head of the baby was.  He had dropped deep into my birth canal about 4 days ago but made no great strides to be born since then.  The head was hard and heavy and stuck out, making my belly take on an odd shape at the bottom.
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Me: You're back in town?
Craig (2 minutes later): Yeah, visiting family.  Come on... I really want that cock slamming against the back of my throat!
Me:  I'd like that too.
Craig: Great!  Can I come now?
Me: Well, there's something I need to warn you about.
Craig: You're still clean, right?
Me:  Oh God, yeah.  Clean, and pregnant...
Craig: You're pregnant?!? It's not mine, right? Ha ha!
Me:  Funny... It's not yours. You've never fucked me.
Craig:  Lol, true. I didn't know you even liked getting fucked?
Me:  Every once in a while... Just so we're clear... I don't want you getting here and being surprised.  I'm not just pregnant, I'm really pregnant - due 3 days ago.
Craig (after a nerve wrecking 2 minutes): Oh wow! OK. It's cool, whatever, I just want that cock.
Me: Alright, come get it.
Craig:  15 minutes

For the next 15 minutes I hurried around the apartment and tried to clean up a bit.  Hurried is a relative term.  Being so pregnant, none of my movements were very fast anymore.

I had been home on paternity leave for the past week and as a result my apartment was a mess.  Clothes were all over the floor and various food wrappers covered nearly every available surface. I wasn't able to eat much at once nowadays before I'd get indigestion but the baby boy I was carrying required a lot of food so I was always snacking on something.

After a few attempts at bending down to pick up the clothes I'd haphazardly tossed all over the apartment, I decided to just kick them into a pile in the corner.  The baby had made his way so deep into my hips that the pressure of squatting was too much.  I managed to lean over though and cleaned up all the food wrappers so at least the place wouldn't be "dirty", just messy.

I could tell that the baby could sense my excitement. His movements were drastically increased in just the few minutes. "Rushing" around the apartment was taking its toll on me and I started to work up a sweat.

Deciding that a wife beater wasn't an appropriate shirt to be wearing the first time I'd see Craig in a year and the first time he'd be seeing me pregnant, I went looking for a T-shirt that would fit.  Of course I couldn't find any that would cover my entire stomach. Now that it had dropped, none of my T-shirts were long enough to cover my belly.  I decided to screw the T-shirt idea and looked for other options. I was able to find a button down that was long enough, but it was tight around the widest part of my baby filled middle.  I was barely able to get the buttons fastened and the shirt looked like it was ready to blow any minute. Still I thought it looked better than having the bottom of my stomach hanging out.

Before I knew it, the doorbell rang.  I took a deep breath and waddled over to the door.  I opened it slowly, making sure to leave enough room for the door to open around my big belly to find Craig standing there.

Craig was a typical hipster.  Skinny, Caesar haircut, short beard.  I was easily 75 lbs heavier than him when I wasn't pregnant (I had a pretty well muscled body) but now I was easily about 135 lbs heavier than him as I'd gained a good 60 lbs during the pregnancy .

As soon as I opened the door, Craig's eyes instantly went to my belly.  I watched them get wider as he saw just how big I was.

"Jesus!" He exclaimed. "You weren't kidding!  Look at you!"

"I told you!" I smirked, rubbing the top of my belly, my fingers falling into the gaps my stomach created between each stressed button.

"Damn!" He said, shaking his head in disbelief as he continued to stare at my swollen middle. He was used to seeing me with nice, defined abs.  "You sure you weren't due 3 weeks ago?" He joked.

"Just 3 days," I sighed.  "I'm apparently having a very big, lazy boy," I smirked, patting the side of my stomach.  "Last time I was at the doctor he was already 11 lbs. and he seems to just want to stay put and keep growing!" I frowned.

Typically, our encounters didn't involve much more talking than the normal, "Yeah, take my cock!", "You like that?", "I'm about to cum!" and various other sexual lines so this was new as well. Normally I'd open the door and Craig would be on my dick in 3 seconds flat.

The last time I'd had a sexual encounter was 7 months ago, just when I'd started showing so I was ready to get started. I already felt my cock inching up towards the bottom of my stomach.  Not wanting to waste more time, I took Craig's hand and pulled him into the apartment.

I closed the door behind him and grabbed onto his shoulder, bringing him   in for a kiss.  Normally this was a seamless process but now that I had a small planet attached to me between us, kissing was a bit more difficult.

I pulled him in as close as I could but he was still pretty far away.  I liked being able to get my arms around him and take charge.  He was shorter and skinnier than me so it was easy to get aggressive with him.  Now I couldn't get my arms around him but we still found a way to kiss deeply.

He didn't know what to do with his hands at first.  Normally, they would have been around my waist but I didn't really have one any more.  He ended up putting them on the sides of my belly and started feeling around the heavy, round orb.  Feeling his hands explore my body, taking a more dominate stance than he normally did was hot.  I prayed the baby wouldn't start moving and freak him out, interrupting the moment.

As we kissed, Craig continued to move his hands around, exploring my belly more.  I could tell he was getting distracted by what he felt as the kissing became less aggressive.  His hands stayed over my shirt, he didn't make any moves to take it off and I hoped he was still OK with everything.  He moved around the sides of my belly, tracing over the sides that stuck out further than the rest of my body.  The front of my stomach was pressed firmly against his toned chest.

After a few minutes, he dropped to his knees and gently pushed me back against the wall.  As was tradition, he went for the waistband of my shorts, this time though, it was harder for him to find it since it was pinned beneath my heavy gut.  He eventually got his hands into the tight band and pulled them down, releasing my dick, which now that it was free, popped up and slapped against the baby's head at the bottom of my belly.

I knew what was coming next after our previous interactions but what was different now was that I couldn't see Craig because of my baby belly. Normally, I loved seeing the lust in his eyes as he finally saw my big cock and took it into his mouth but this time all I could see was my belly and the back of the top of his head.

Craig wasted no time going to town on my dick.  He was so good at head.  I hadn't had any action in such a long time, my knees almost buckled.  I just stood there with my hands pressed to my back, trying to sooth the pain that was always there while I enjoyed his hot, wet mouth on my throbbing meat.

Craig's hands would normally run all over my abs when he was giving head but he'd yet to do that this time. Well in all fairness, I didn't have abs for him to run his hands over but I certainly had a belly he could fondle. Still, he hadn't touched it yet in his current position. He kept his hands firmly planted on my thighs.

He was giving me some great head but he couldn't take much of my cock into his mouth with my stomach in the way. I watched the back of his head bob back and forth quickly, very quickly. I couldn't see his face to see whether or not he was enjoying sucking my dick.  Maybe he was having second thoughts and just wanted to get the session over with?

Just as my doubt was sinking in, Craig released my thighs and brought his hands up and ran them along the bottom of my belly, pushing it up a little, trying to expose more of my cock.  No one had touched my belly when I was this big except for my doctor and his nurses and the random secretary at work.   It was real hot having someone touch my stomach in a sexual manner.

I was just losing myself in the pleasure when Craig took a hand off my belly.  I looked down and to the side to see he'd moved the hand to his own dick, finishing it out of his fly.  It was clear to me now that he was OK with my pregnancy.

Craig had been on his knees and at it for about 10 minutes when my pleasure was interrupted by the nagging pain in my back.  It was frustrating that even standing for a short amount of time would trigger such pain.  I couldn't wait for this pregnancy to be over!

I told him reluctantly over my belly that I needed to sit down.  He got up, grabbing onto the sides of my belly for support and nodded.  I kicked off my shorts, leaving them in the hallway and waddled ahead of Craig into the living room.

"Damn look at that fat ass!" He laughed, smacking my cheeks.  "Your ass got nice and meaty!"

I plopped myself down on the couch and scooted my butt to the edge so Craig could get at my cock. He knelt down in front of me and went right back to work.  Because of my position and the fact that my belly was so big and low, he could only get a couple inches of my dick into his mouth, even less than when I'd been standing. I spread my legs wider, causing my belly to drop even more but for the moment I didn't care. I wanted him to lick my balls and I told him so.

Craig ducked his head lower and went to work on my sack. It had been almost a week since I'd jacked off. It was getting hard to do it with my stomach in the way. The only way I could reach my cock and get a good grip was when I was in bed, flat on my back and it wasn't very comfortable.

Needless to say, my nuts were big and full. I grimaced slightly as Craig grabbed my sack in his fist above my balls and crammed them both into his mouth. His teeth ran against them and it was a really tight fit but the feeling was incredible once he got them past his teeth. I wished I could've seen his face. I knew his cheeks had to be bulging out with my massive nuts in his mouth.

After giving my balls a nice, wet tongue bath, Craig went back to my dick.  His head was brushing against the bottom of my belly with each thrust and suddenly the baby kicked (as hard as he could in my cramped womb), letting me know he didn't like getting his head pushed against in such a manner. My back was starting to hurt again too due to lack of support and I knew it probably wasn't a comfortable position for Craig either so I suggested we move to my bed.

He was sweet enough to help me up and we went to the bedroom.  Knowing   that Craig was definitely into it, I finally took off my shirt and tossed it aside before I lowered myself onto the bed and lay on my back.  This was one of my least favorite positions; not only did I still have an ache in my back but the weight of the baby on my internal organs was crushing but it gave Craig much better access to my cock and that's all I cared about for the moment.

He was on all fours on the bed and back to going down on me in no time so I put my hands behind my head and tried to enjoy it.  I looked down between my legs and all I could see was Craig's back and my belly warping in different shapes as the baby moved around.

After another 10 minutes I uttered the words I'd been longing for, "I'm about to cum!"

Taking his cue, Craig took my load like a champ, swallowing each hot, thick spurt as I thrust my hips clumsily under my burdensome belly. I didn't care for those few seconds that Craig's head was pressing hard against the bottom of my stomach as he sucked and swallowed, trying to get as much of my dick into his mouth as he could.

No clean up was necessary since Craig made sure to suck me dry.  After such an intense orgasm, I was spent. I gently pushed Craig off the bed with my leg. He was used to that kind of treatment. He'd only spent the night once or twice in all our times together so he knew the drill. I was ready for bed.

When he dismounted, I heaved myself onto my side, letting my belly land on the mattress in front of me with a solid thump.  I knew Craig would make his way out on his own as I closed my eyes. I was so exhausted from all the excitement that I fell right to sleep.

Though the encounter had lasted less than an hour, it wore me out and I was ready to get some good sleep.  As the baby had gotten bigger and run out of room over the last couple weeks, I was usually able to make it straight through the night but tonight, no such luck.  I woke up but not from back pain or a full bladder, rather a tightening of my belly.  It wasn't painful, it just felt strange.  It seemed like the action earlier in the night had finally kick started me into labor!  When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I looked over at the clock.  It was 3:30 in the morning.  I took a deep breath and ran my hands over my belly.  It was getting firmer as the contraction continued to grow in strength.  Suddenly I remembered: in a few hours I'd be pushing out a baby!  I was ready for it though.  Wasn't I?  I was certainly ready to not be pregnant anymore, that's for sure!

The first contraction lasted under a minute.  When it was over, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom.  After I peed, I looked myself over in the mirror.  Nothing had changed.  The baby was still low in my belly, sitting right on top of my hips.  After I washed my hands, I went back to bed, hoping I'd be able to get back to sleep.  As I drifted off I hoped that my labor would be quick.  With some luck, I might be at  the hospital by sunrise!

That was wishful thinking.  It seemed as though the baby had other ideas.  I glanced at my phone as I watched TV.  1PM.  I had been in labor for almost 10 hours now and I knew pushing was still hours away.  The contractions were still 20 minutes apart and my water hadn't broken.  The contractions had definitely intensified and were getting painful but nothing I couldn't handle.  If I was standing I needed to brace myself on the counter or the wall but all in all it wasn't too bad.  So far so good.  I could deal with this.  I just wanted things to move along faster.

At 2PM after only 2 more contractions (ugh, were they slowing down?!?), I called the doctor and asked if I could come in and get some medication to speed up the labor.  Unfortunately for me, my request was denied.  The doctor told me I was a healthy, young man and my body would know when the baby was ready to come.  It seems that just as the baby had taken his time wanting to come out, he was now taking his time getting out.  Lucky me.  At this rate, I might not be pushing 'til tomorrow!

I decided to try and speed things up myself.  I walked around the block a few times, the last time going as fast as I could waddle.  I worked up a sweat but not any quicker contractions, though they did get back on track to every 20 minutes.  Since the walk/waddle didn't seem to work, I headed home.  Next up was a hot shower.  I'd heard that could help.

An hour later, just as I was running out of hot water, I gave up.  In the hour I spent in the shower, I'd only had 2 contractions.  It seemed the kid couldn't make up his mind whether he was ready to come out or not!  Frustrated, I got out of the shower and began the difficult task of drying my bloated body off.  As I dried my stomach off, I noticed my abs, what was left of them after they'd been stretched out over my big son, were already getting sore to the touch.  When I was as dry as I could get myself, I wrapped the over-sized towel around my waist and went back to the bedroom to get dressed.

I saw my phone light up on my bed so I waddled over and picked it up.  It was a text from Craig.

Craig:  Last night was really hot!

The text put a smile on my face and made me chuckle as I made to delete it. Then I thought about it for a second...   If last night was hot enough to put me into labor, maybe another round with Craig could speed it up?  So I texted him back.

Me:  Ready for round 2?
Craig: Definitely!  Be there in 20.

My dick immediately got hard under the towel at the thought of a second romp in the sheets.   I didn't want to freak Craig out so I decided not to tell him I was in labor.  I was lucky enough that he was cool with my pregnancy and I didn't want to push him too far.   I thought about putting some clothes on since I was just in a towel but Craig seemed to like my swollen body, so why hide it?  Plus I'd be naked again soon enough.

Right before Craig arrived, I had another contraction.   Looking at the time on the cable box, I noted that they were now 17 minutes apart.  Finally, a little progress.

When the doorbell rang I  waddled slowly over and let him in.  When I opened the door, I could see Craig was surprised I'd answered in just a towel, his eyes went right down to my stomach.  It was a sight to see and I'm sure he was still surprised to see me in such a state when he normally saw me in nothing but the best of shape.   I was a horny, overdue, pregnant man in labor so I didn't have time to waste.  I pulled him in the door and kissed him long and deep.

Being on a mission to get my labor on the road, I was more aggressive than I'd been the night before. We kissed for a few minutes before he started feeling around below my belly for my dick through the towel.  With the progression of the labor, my belly had dropped a little more and the baby's head was sticking out from my underbelly.  His hands stopped there, palming the big boy's head.  I didn't want him to notice anything was wrong so I pushed him down to his knees.  He liked me being aggressive so he went easily.

Craig pulled the towel off and went to town on my dick like he'd never seen one before, let alone just the night before.  I threw my head back and let the pleasure wash over me.  I'd been so stressed about the labor for the last several hours, it was nice to relax and have something else to occupy my mind for a a little.  Craig's hands explored my belly as the baby started squirming around in his cramped quarters.  Just as I was getting lost in the moment, I felt tightening in my back.  It brought me back to reality as I  felt the contraction move from my back, around to my front, to the top of my belly and slowly pulsate down.  The baby wasn't a fan and started squirming around more, trying to push back against the cramping muscles.

I groaned as I felt cool air touching my cock as Craig pulled it from his mouth. Damn it!  He'd noticed!

"You gonna cum?" He asked as he jacked me off, looking around my belly up at my face.

Yes!  He'd noticed but he only thought I was about to cum. "No, keep going! " I said breathlessly.

I didn't have to tell him twice.  He took the dick he loved so much back down his throat as far as he could with my low belly in the way. The contraction subsided after a minute and I was able to relax again. I remembered to look at the clock though and saw that it had only been 16 minutes since the last one. A little more progress!  This seemed to be working!  Feeling like things were finally starting to go my way, I decided it was time to try something new.

"Get up," I told Craig. "Against the kitchen counter."

Craig knew what this meant.  He stood up and went into the kitchen. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor as he grabbed on to the counter and leaned over.  I wasn't really sure how this was gonna work but I was gonna fuck him.

I waddled into the bedroom and got a condom and lube.  Craig stayed where he was just waiting for it.

Back in the kitchen, I fumbled to put the condom on.  It was difficult to roll it down onto my dick, reaching around and under my belly but eventually I got it on.  I kept my eyes on the prize, Craig's perky little ass wagged back and forth in front of me while he waited for me to get situated.  After I got the rubber on, I lubed myself up, then stuck a couple greasy fingers in Craig's tight hole, getting him prepped.

I approached from behind and reached out, putting my hands on his skinny hips. Since Craig was shorter than me, I arched my back a little and rested my  belly right in the small of his back.  Poor Craig was so skinny, I knew the extra weight on his back had to be a lot.  He groaned as I slowly let the entire weight of my stomach rest on him.

"Jesus, man!" He winced. "That thing's fucking heavy!"

"How do you think I feel?" I chuckled as I reached beneath my stomach to find my cock.  "I've gotta carry it around all day long!"

I was working blind.  Normally I'd be able to see my cock teasing his hole but this time I was just going by feel.  I felt the tip of my cock find his hole and I took my grip back on his waist and pulled myself in.  I sighed as I entered his hole's warm embrace.  I'd missed this feeling.

Craig was so tight, it felt amazing as I sank inch after inch of my thick cock in until my crotch touched his ass.  It was a little awkward at first as I adjusted to my condition but I soon found a rhythm we both enjoyed.  I could move easily in and out with Craig's back supporting  the weight of my stomach, rather than my own for a change.  Not only did my dick feel amazing sliding in and out of his hole but for the first time in months, my back didn't hurt!

I could tell Craig was enjoying himself too from his moans.  We'd been fucking for about 5 minutes when another contraction hit.  I groaned as I watched my belly bugle out and push down.  I felt the baby drop down further, pushing against my cervix.  This was the worst contraction yet.

Craig noticed it too. I'm sure he felt my stomach pushing down harder against his back.

"You OK?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's just my back," I lied as I continued to thrust through the contraction.  I was ready to cum and nothing was gonna stop me.

When the contraction was done, I thrust a few more times before I blew my load inside of him.  The relaxation that washed over my body was strong.  I felt my back release the tension it held for the last several months but just for a second.  Craig almost collapsed under the weight of my heaving belly as he came too, shooting his load all over the  cabinet.

I grabbed onto his waist and sighed as I pulled out of Craig.  He winced as he straightened up and rubbed his back. I couldn't help but smirk at the pain I'd caused him.  It was nice for someone else to feel what I'd felt for the last few months if only for a few minutes.

Craig went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and I went to the bedroom to throw on some shorts.  When we were done, we met in the hall and I walked him to the door.

"That was a lot of fun," he smiled.  "I'm glad we got to do this again before you went into labor.  Pregnancy really works for you," he winked, reaching out to rub my belly a final time.

I smirked. Craig had no idea I was in labor and no clue that he had helped get me there.  I pulled him in for a hug and a kiss. As we made out, my dick started getting hard again.  Maybe I could go another round?

"I hate to fuck and run," Craig frowned as he broke the kiss.  "Although that's kind of our arrangement," he chuckled. "But I've got a plane to catch in a couple hours."

"It's cool," I nodded. "Thanks for coming over."

"Anytime," he grinned. "I'll let you know the next time I'm back in town," he said as he turned toward the door.

"Sounds good," I nodded as I took the open door from Craig.

Just then, the strongest, most painful contraction yet hit.  I exhaled loudly as I doubled over, holding onto the door for support.

"Wow, you OK man?" Craig asked, reaching for my shoulder.

"Yeah," I gritted. "Just a contraction."

"A contraction?" He repeated. "Seems like a pretty strong one," he said as he rubbed my shoulder. "Is it your first?"

I figured I might as well let the cat out of the bag. While I was still hunched over, breathing through the intense pain, I admitted that I'd been having contractions since early in the morning.

"And you didn't tell me why?" Craig asked.

"I was afraid you'd get freaked out," I admitted, sighing as the contraction finally ended.  "I really wanted you to come over and help my labor progress."

"Oh that's why you wanted me here!" He smirked.

"Among other reasons," I said as I straightened myself up.

"Maybe we should get you to the hospital?" Craig suggested.

"I'll go," I nodded. "Don't worry about me, you've got a flight to catch. I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'll call a cab in a few minutes," I said. "Get going, you don't want to be late."

"OK," Craig said hesitantly. "I kinda feel guilty putting you into labor and just leaving..."

"I brought it on myself," I chuckled.

"Alright," Craig said as he backed away slowly. "Well, good luck with the delivery.  Send me a picture of the baby."

"I will," I smiled. "Have a good flight!" I waved. "Oh God!" I groaned as a fart ripped through my ass, jiggling my beefy cheeks.

Craig looked at me with wide eyes as I clutched at my belly with both hands. I was mortified that I just let one rip in front of him!  Now he was gonna leave and never come back...

Another fart let loose and I felt my entire belly gurgle. It wasn't a contraction, it was different.  Then the baby got into the mix too and gave a strong kick.  With that, a loud splash was heard as my water broke and spilled down my legs to the floor. It was warm and sticky.

"Oh fuck!" I panted, looking down at the puddle beneath me then up at Craig.  "My water broke!"

"I can see that!" Craig said, eyeing the puddle.

"Alright, I gotta get going," I said, carefully stepping back and out of the puddle. "And so do you."

"If you think I'm gonna leave you like this you've gotta be crazy!" Craig said shaking his head. "We've gotta get you to the hospital!" He said as he came back in the apartment, stepping around the puddle.

"You really don't have to stay," I said as I waddled into the kitchen and started pulling paper towels off the roll to clean up the mess.

"Quit saying that," Craig said as he took the towels from me. "I'm staying. I'll clean up the mess, you go get changed and get your stuff," he said as he headed back to the hall.

"OK," I nodded.

I went to the bedroom and took off my wet shorts, tossing them onto the bathroom floor. I waddled into the closet and pulled on my loosest pair of sweats, a T-shirt and a sweatshirt from my college and a pair of flip flops.  I was in full blown labor now and I wanted to be comfortable.

Once I was dressed I grabbed my hospital bag from next to the bed.  I looked in the bag real quick to make sure I had everything then waddled back to the kitchen.

Craig was in there washing his hands with a slightly disgusted look on his face.  He turned off the water and grabbed some clean paper towels from the roll, stopping and looking at them for a second.  I knew he'd never look at paper towels the same.

"I'm ready," I said.

"Me too," he nodded. "Got everything cleaned up.  I got the cum off the cabinet too.  Almost forgot."

"Thanks for doing that," I smiled. "I'd hate to come home to all those bodily fluids with the baby," I chuckled.

"No problem. Now let's get you downstairs and get a taxi."

Thank God the elevator in my building was working. It always seemed to go out at the most inopportune times so I assumed it'd be out now but it wasn't. We made it down to the lobby and the doorman saw me waddling out of the elevator, clutching my stomach, Craig walking next to me, carrying my bag.

"Finally time?" Carlos, the doorman smiled as he opened the door for us.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I might be gone for a few days," I told him.

"I'll get the mail and check for packages," Carlos said. "Good luck!"

"Thanks, Carlos," I nodded as I waddled out to the street.

Craig walked out ahead and stepped off the curb to look for a cab. Of course it was rush hour and every single cab that went by was already taken.

"This is New York City!" Craig yelled over the traffic. "There's a million cabs!  Why are they all taken?"

"We'll get one," I said as I stood curb side, my hands on my back.

Finally a cab stopped. Craig threw my bag in and came back to the curb to help me in.

"Thanks again," I said, as I stood outside the door. "I can make it from here."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, go," I nodded. "You can probably still make your flight."

"Well..." Craig began.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as another strong contraction hit. I grabbed onto the cab's door with one hand, the other rubbed the top of my contracting belly as it and the baby moved around.

"You OK?" Craig asked.

"Fuck!" I panted. "It just dropped more. I feel like I've got a bowling ball between my ass cheeks!" I yelled, causing the passersby to turn their heads and stare at me.

"So you're not OK," Craig said as he guided me into the cab. "That's it, I'm coming with you."

"But..."

"No buts!" Craig said. "Get your pregnant ass into the car!"

Seeing there was no point in continuing to argue, with Craig's help I got in the cab and slid across the seat to make room for him.  The cabby looked at me in the rear view mirror and saw the huge ball of baby attached to me that I was clutching.

"Hospital?" He asked.

"Lennox Hill," I nodded.

"Your water already break?" The cabby asked as he pulled into traffic.

"Yeah."

"Good," he smirked.  "Just making sure.  I've had one too many pregnant people's water break back there."

"Eww," Craig frowned.

"Exactly," the cabby nodded.

Of course the baby would decide to really start making his entrance during the evening commute.  My son wasn't off to a great start with me... I'd tell him what he put me through one day.

I lived less than 9 blocks from the hospital but with all the traffic, the ride took almost 25 minutes.  I had 2 more contractions in the cab.  They were close to 12 minutes apart now.  Seemed that my water breaking really sped things up.

The cabby pulled in front of the hospital and I fumbled in my bag for my wallet.  I tossed the fare and tip at him, handed Craig my bag and accepted his help out of the cab.  I knew I only had a few more minutes before my next contraction (if they continued at the same pace) so I looked around for a wheelchair.  Of course there wasn't one so I had to waddle into the hospital.

Thankfully no one was at the registration desk so I got checked in pretty quickly.  The attendant handed me some forms on a clipboard and pointed me over to the waiting room.  She told me I should be in my room within half an hour.

I waddled into the waiting room with Craig at my side and we found some seats.  I knew another contraction was coming so I sat down and waited before I started filling out the paperwork.  Sure enough it came just as I'd set the clipboard down on the chair next to me.  Craig was on my other side and rubbed my back as I panted through the pain.

"Doesn't look like much fun," he frowned.

"It's not," I confirmed.

When the contraction ended, I picked up the clipboard and started filling out the forms, resting the clipboard on top of my momentarily still stomach.  I told Craig he didn't need to hang around any longer, I was safe at the hospital.  As I did the paperwork, Craig pulled out his phone and checked on his flight.

I'd just finished with the last form when an orderly came into the waiting room and called my name.  I waved him over and he approached with a wheelchair (yay!).  The orderly helped me into the wheelchair as Craig continued to check his phone.

"Well I guess I'll say bye to you here," I said to Craig.

"Actually," he said, looking up from his phone.  "Looks like I missed my flight and that was the last one out tonight."

"Oh shit!" I said.  "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it," he shrugged.

"Well I'm sure you have better things to do than hang out at a hospital," I smirked.  "Like go back to the hotel and have a drink. I'm sure this wasn't how you had your evening planned!"

"It wasn't," Craig admitted.  "But if you want some company in the delivery room I'd be happy to stay."

"No it's cool," I shook my head. "You've already done enough. I'll be OK."

"You don't wanna do this by yourself," Craig said. "As long as you promise not to break my hand, I'll stay," he winked.

"Well," I sighed.

I didn't know what to do... It would be nice having someone I knew in the delivery room with me but I didn't know if I wanted it to be Craig. Obviously we knew each other intimately but I wouldn't consider myself very close to him otherwise and the situation I was about to be in would make us very close...

"I'm sorry sir," the orderly said from behind me, touching my shoulder. "But you're going to have to decide right now.  I need to get you to your room."

"I really don't mind," Craig said.

"OK," I nodded. "But if it gets to be too much, feel free to leave!" I smirked. "And to be honest I can't promise I won't break your hand."

"Fair enough," Craig shrugged. "Looks like we're ready," he said to the orderly as he grabbed my bag.

The orderly wheeled me down a couple hallways with Craig following behind  I knew we were in the paternity wing 'cause I could hear guys in various stages of labor as we passed room after room.  Some of them sounded like they were in a lot of pain.  Great...

As I went by the rooms, I noticed that some of them were shared.  I really hoped my insurance provided a private room for me.  Finally the orderly pointed my wheelchair toward a room.  I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer that I'd have the room to myself.

When I felt the wheelchair come to a stop, I hesitantly opened my eyes and looked around.  There was only one bed in the room!  The room was small but bright and clean.  There was a small couch next to the bed and a private bathroom with a shower.

The orderly helped me out of the chair and handed me a gown.  He asked me if I needed help changing but I told him I could do it myself.  He started working on the bed and told me I could get changed in the room or in the bathroom.  I opted for the later.  It was funny, I'd just been naked with Craig but I was suddenly embarrassed to get naked in front of him.

After I got changed, I came out of the bathroom and Craig took the clothes I'd been wearing.  The gown was cheap and itchy and I had to hold it closed over my stomach.  While Craig put my clothes away, the orderly helped me onto the bed, opened my gown, placed a couple sensors on my stomach and then took my blood pressure and pulse.  Craig sat down quietly on the couch and smiled at me as the orderly did his work.

"A nurse should be in to see you shortly," the orderly said with a smile as he left with the wheelchair after he'd taken my vitals.

"Guess we're back to waiting again," I frowned at Craig.

"You've already been waiting over  9 months!" Craig joked.  "I think you can make it a few more hours."

"Let's hope it's just a few," I nodded.

The nurse came into the room when I was in the middle of another contraction.  Craig was by my side, rubbing my arm as I held firmly onto each side of my stomach.  The nurse smiled and stood patiently at the foot of the bed, waiting for the contraction to end.  When it did, she told me to scoot down a little and helped me get my legs into the stirrups at the foot of the bed so she could check me.  Craig went back to the couch as the nurse ducked behind my stomach and started poking and prodding around my ass.  I gave him a nervous smile.

When she resurfaced, the nurse told me that I was 5 centimeters dilated.  She checked the monitor and saw that my contractions were about 10 minutes apart.  She commended me on the progress I'd made so far.  I asked her how long she thought it would be until I started pushing but she couldn't answer.  She draped a blanket over my legs, leaving them in the stirrups, telling me that the doctor would be in soon and he'd be able to give me an estimate.

I was on my third contraction since being checked by the nurse when the doctor finally came in.  I was a hot, sweaty mess as I panted through the contraction.  They were getting stronger and stronger now and I could feel the baby moving lower inside of me.  The doctor greeted me and Craig I dealt with the contraction.  When it ended, he sat down on a stool between my legs.  He pulled the blanket out of the way, put on some gloves and leaned forward.

"Looking good down here," he announced.  I could feel him pressing his fingers around my hole.  I grunted quietly as he slipped a couple fingers inside and slid them around.  "You're almost at 7 centimeters now," he said as he came "up for air".

He took off his gloves and threw them away before helping me get my legs out of the stirrups.  Then he moved up to my belly and had a feel around.  Starting at the top, he applied pressure so he could make out how the baby was positioned.  "Baby's in good position," he nodded.

"How long do you think until I can start pushing?" I asked, wiping my forehead.

"Well," the doctor said, looking over my chart.  "You're making fast progress.  You've progressed almost 2 centimeters in half an hour.  If you keep going at this pace, you could be pushing in less than 2 hours!"

"Good!" I nodded.  "I'm ready for him to come out!" I said, rubbing my belly.

Apparently, my son wasn't ready to come out though.  Suddenly the amazing progress I'd been making came to almost a complete halt.  I was still having contractions every 10 minutes but for some reason, I stopped opening up.  Instead of 2 hours, it took almost 4 and a half to be fully dilated.  Seemed like my son needed to work on his decision making skills.

When the doctor told me I could start pushing, I'd been in labor for almost 24 hours.  I was hot, sweaty, grumpy and exhausted.  Craig had been such a big help the whole time though.  I'm glad I had him stay with me.  I couldn't imagine having gone through the long, tiring labor by myself.  Now it was time to test our relationship though because I was about to start the show.

I was ready to start pushing but I wasn't looking forward to it.  I couldn't get an epidural because of a drug allergy so I was gonna be doing this the natural way.  I was a tough, masculine guy though so I could deal with the pain, at least that's what I kept telling myself.

The nurse came back into the room and she and the doctor got my legs back into the stirrups.  Suddenly I got short of breath and started to panic.  I was really about to push my 11 lb son out my ass!  My ass that aside from an occasional fuck was a one way street!

"OK, when the next contraction comes, I want you to put your chin to your chest, grab onto your knees and push," the doctor instructed from his post behind my belly.  My stomach was so big and hard now from all the contractions that I could only see the top of the doctor's head.

I shot a panicked look at Craig and he immediately sprung up from the couch and put his hand on my knee. He put his other hand on my back and rubbed small circles against it as we all waited for the next contraction.

The doctor watched the monitor so he'd know when the next contraction hit. When it came he gave the order to push.

I took a deep breath, and put my hands on my knees. I squished Craig's hand beneath mine as I curled up over my stomach, chin down between my meaty pecs as I pushed for the first time.  As soon as I started pushing I felt the baby move.  It didn't move much but I could feel the head slowly making its way to my opening.

Pushing wasn't fun but at first it wasn't too bad.  After about an hour of it though, when the doctor announced he could see the head, it started to hurt as my hole strained and stretched.  Craig was an excellent coach and if I didn't know I would've thought he'd done this before.  He counted to 10 nice and smoothly during each contraction and then reminded me to breathe after.  He wiped my brow with a cool towel and gave me ice chips to help cool me off and keep me hydrated.  I don't know how I would've done this without him.

As my son's head started to crown, my low, masculine grunts and groans got higher and louder as I felt myself opening up wider and wider.  I told the doctor it felt like I was shitting out a bowling ball and he laughed before telling me that was a very creative description.  He reassured me that everything was going fine and I was doing a great job.  It would only take a few more pushes before I had the head out.

I screamed for the first time as the widest part of the head pushed against my bulging hole.  It felt so big, too big.  I really didn't think I'd be able to get it out.  It took a couple more pushes to get the head dislodged. When it finally got free, I collapsed back against the bed, gasping for breath.

The doctor told me to pant through the next couple contractions to recuperate. He cleared out the baby's nose and mouth while I caught my breath.

"Alright, enough rest daddy," the doctor said cheerfully, patting my thigh. "Time to get the rest of your son out!  After the shoulders it'll be easy!"

"Oh God the shoulders!" I groaned.  I hadn't thought about them.

"Don't worry," the doctor said. "They're just a little wider than the head. By the way, your son has a nice head of hair. Light brown  Would you like to come take a look?" He asked Craig.

"Oh um," Craig said. "I'm just a friend, I don't know if he..."

"Shit," I chuckled. "At this point I don't mind. If you wanna take a peek go head. I just don't want you looking at me any different after!"

"Well," Craig shrugged. "It'd be kind of cool," he admitted.

"Go head," I nodded.

I wasn't crazy about Craig seeing my ass in its present condition but if he was curious and wanted to see, that's the least I could do for all the help he'd given me over the course of the night.

"Come on down," the doctor waved. "It should just be a few more pushes. You'll get to see the best part!"

"OK," Craig nodded. "You sure?" He asked me again.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Oooh! OK... Here's another contraction!"

Craig went quickly down next to my left leg as I pulled myself back up and pushed. He grabbed for my hand and I squeezed the hell out of it.  My hole had a rest once the head passed through, now it burned fiercely as my son's shoulders pushed against it.

"You sure you're in pain?" Craig chuckled. "'Cause you've got a huge boner!"

"I do?" I gasped as I finished pushing.  I hadn't even noticed. Excuse me but I was a little focused on other things...

"Yeah," he nodded. "Looks like its about blow!"

"Perfectly normal," the doctor said as he cradled the baby's head. "The head and shoulders push right against the prostate when they pass through."

"You know," Craig said as I watched him look between my legs. "This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. It's cool watching you give birth!"

"I'm glad one of us is enjoying it," I panted as I waited for the next contraction.

"He's really cute," Craig grinned, looking down at the baby (well his head). "A little gooey but still cute."

"Yes," the doctor confirmed. "Looks like you have a very handsome son. You'll get to see him in a few minutes."

"Gooooooood!" I grunted as I pushed hard with the next contraction.

It took all my effort to keep pushing through the incredible pain I was feeling. I swore my ass was about to rip open.  Finally I felt a little relief.

"First shoulder's out," Craig announced. "One more to go. You're almost done!" He smiled at me.

"Thank God!"

It took 2 more pushes to get the second shoulder out. Once it was out, Craig gave me the verbal play by play: the doctor grabbed onto the baby beneath his shoulders and slowly and gently pulled him out the rest of the way.  Feeling the rush of movement in my ass felt like I was taking the biggest dump of my life.

"What a big boy!" The doctor said as he handed my son to the nurse.

He clamped the cord and cut it so the nurse could clean the baby off.

"Go head a relax," the doctor said as he stood up. "In a few minutes you'll have another contraction and will need to push out the placenta."

"More pushing?" I whined. Hey I could whine... I just pushed a big ass baby out my butt.

"It'll be easy," the doctor promised.

"Wow," Craig said, coming up to my side with a big smile on his face. "That was so cool!  Thanks for letting me watch."

"Thanks for staying with me," I said with a tired smile. "I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done without you here."

"Honestly," Craig said quietly, looking around to make sure the doctor and the nurse weren't in earshot. "It was pretty fucking hot watching a big, strong guy like you give birth," he grinned.

"Oh yeah?" I chuckled.

"Yeah," he nodded as he wiped off my forehead.  "Real hot."

"Too bad I'm not in any condition to fuck right now," I frowned. "'Cause I can feel how hard my dick is now."

"Looks good!" He winked.

"Cock whore!" I joked.

The nurse came over and handed me my son. He was so cute even though he was just born a few minutes before. Normally babies look kinda gross and squished when they're just born but he was gorgeous (if I do say so myself). I held him for a few minutes and was about to feed him when I felt a contraction. It wasn't as strong as the ones I'd had when I was pushing my son out but it still made me grunt.

I handed

I curled back up over my deflated stomach and gave a strong push.  Immediately I felt something press against my sore hole but it was much softer and pliable than my son (thank God!). It only took 2 pushes before I'd expelled the placenta and the doctor took it away.

Once I was done with that, I took my son back from Craig and fed him for the first time. I wasn't planning on breast feeding but I figured after the ordeal he'd just been through he deserved a good meal. I wasn't the biggest fan of the sensation but it did make my chest feel better. It had gotten quite swollen and tender the last several weeks as it filled with milk.

When he was done feeding, the nurse took the baby and put him in a bassinet next to my bed.  I asked her how much he weighed and she told me 11 lbs 8 oz.

He went right to sleep without a sound and I was ready to do the same.  I gave a big yawn and Craig took that as his cue.

"I'll let you boys get your rest," he said rubbing my arm. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," I smiled. "For everything.  I mean it."

"I'm glad I could help but you really did all the work," he winked.

"You must be tired too," I said. "It's late."

"I am," he admitted with a yawn. "I'm gonna go back to the hotel and get some sleep. I'll let you know when I'm in town next."

"Even after all you saw?" I chuckled.

"Definitely," he nodded with a big grin. "Like I said, it was kinda hot!" He smirked, sticking his tongue out.

"Hopefully I'll be back in shape the next time I see you and I won't have this thing anymore," I frowned, poking my mushy stomach.

"Yeah that marshmallow look isn't the best," Craig admitted. "I'm sure you'll be back in your usual form when I see you next. Or..."

"Or what?"

"Or if my dream comes true, you'll be pregnant again!" He winked as he made his way to the door. "Bye!"

"Bye!" I waved.

I looked over at my new son, sleeping peacefully. I was happy.  I laughed quietly as I thought about the last couple days. Never would I have imagined I would've hooked up with Craig when I was over due.  But I had to admit it was hot. It wasn't typical, the arrangement. Most of the time it was the guy who got fucked on the regular that ended up pregnant.  This had been a reverse situation but it had been hot all the same.  Maybe the next time I saw Craig, I'd get him pregnant and bring things "back in line."

My dick got hard again as I thought of getting Craig pregnant. Thankfully the doctor and nurse had left the room so they didn't see the tent my cock was making under the blanket.  It was nice to see my cock again and I reached under the blanket and gave it a few tugs but I was too tired to do anymore.
I went to bed dreaming of fucking Craig.  Getting him pregnant and watching his normally skinny body bloat and swell with my seed's creation. Who knows...