"Ooof," groaned Mark as he struggled out of bed. He had to hurry before he was late for class, but first he had to do what he did every morning:

He had to conceal his ever-growing pregnancy.

You see, Mark is nearly full-term with a son, but it has to be hidden. If word gets out to his college, he will be expelled. His whole life is here. His girlfriend, who is the only one who knows of the pregnancy, is also a student here. Mark attends on a full-scholarship, and can't risk it.

As Mark caught his balance, the baby shifted forward in his belly, pulling his lower back into the ever-present curve. Black sweat pants and a hoodie were about all he could muster these days, but all he had clean was a button-down and jeans. He struggled into those, and was dissapointed to see that his belly was obviously jutting out of his shirt. He was growing so massive these days that the pregnancy was getting harder to hide, but as he lifted it in his hands, he knew that no matter what, his secret could not get out. He pulled a jacket on over the bulge and prayed that the test he had to take today would be a quick one.

Mark waddled out of his bedroom, where he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Thinking twice, he put it back and got a Mtn. Dew. Maybe this way he could keep convincing his roomies that he was just packing on pounds due to a poor "college diet." The hardest thing for Mark, though, was not rubbing his gravid pregnancy like most expectant men do. It's just a habit; a way to comfort and soothe the unborn child.

He hustled across campus as fast as his swollen middle would allow him, and when he slid into his seat in the lecture hall, he kept his backpack on his lap to try and hide the ball of flesh sitting heavily on his lap. Fortunately the test went quick, and afterwards, he headed to the bookstore on campus where both he and his girlfriend had work-study jobs. No one was there except for Linda, his girlfriend of 2 years. It was her baby, and she was always so excited to latch her hands onto that belly. After a quick glance around, she pulled Mark into a secluded aisle near the back of the store.

Mark unzipped his jacket, and she placed a hand on each side of his mammoth globe, and he pushed his swollen belly out into her hands. She moaned as she slid her palms under his tight shirt and came into contact with his tight, swollen skin. It felt so warm and taut that she couldn't get enough. When she lifted his belly from underneath and caused their son to shift, Mark knew he had to have her before the night was over. Thankfully, she was almost off work so Mark suggested a trip to the next town to find some bigger clothes to suit his gravid, expectant state.

Linda quickly kissed her pregnant lover, and then gave his orb one for their unborn son, and Mark waddled back to his dorm where he was relieved to get out of his tight jeans. He felt his belly drop a few inches after being released from their constraints. He went to his closet to survey the contents and see what he needed to pick up. Since he was due in 3 weeks, he didn't want to go crazy, but at the same time, he couldn't be to careful about hiding the pregnancy. As he reached his sparse closet, he caught a glimpse of his gravid condition in the mirror. He cupped his heavy belly and turned profile; there was no denying that he was enormous with child. His belly button had popped a week ago, and when he wasn't wearing a jacket, he flattened it with a bandage. Mark could tell that the baby was settling into position, as his dome was becoming a bit watermelon shaped rather than being the perfect globe it was just days ago. Placing his hands on his arched back, he pushed his baby-filled planet out. He was huge!

Snapping out of his moment, he began to survey the closet and make a mental list of what he needed. The XXL's he was wearing were getting too small, so he hoped he could find what he needed.

After a glance at his watch, he thought he could sneak in a quick nap before Linda got off work, so he awkwardly lowered his heaviness onto the bed and tried to get comfortable. He lay on his back for all of 2 minutes as he caught his breath. His belly bulged high in the air, blocking any view of his feet or whatever might be passed them. Placing his hands on his dome, he gave it a bit of a shake and giggled as it rocked back and forth. But, his mistake, as the baby went crazy, kicking and punching his organs and ribs. No nap for him, Mark figured.

Just as he got as comfortable as a man in his third-trimester can, his cell phone rang. It was Linda, and she had gotten off a few minutes early. Sighing, Mark eased his legs over the side of the bed, raised his massiveness into a seated position, and hoisted himself up. He got dressed the best he could, and headed out to pick up his girlfriend.

Once in the car, Linda turned to him:

"Do you want to stay over in Charlottesville?" she asked with a smile. "I got paid today."

"Sure, we could stay, but you know you don't have to pay."

"I wanted to offer. We just haven't had a night together in so long, and the baby will be here before we know it," she said.

"Believe me, I know," Mark replied, giving his taut belly a rub.

"It's just lucky that school will be out for summer soon," Linda said.

They made small talk, and before they knew it, they were in Charlottesville. The mall was crowded, so they decided to grab a bite to eat first. As they pulled into the Pizza Inn, Linda reached over and took Mark's pregnancy in her hands:

"I'm going to miss this," she said.

Mark kissed her forehead. "Oh, I'm sure that I'll still have a bit of a belly even after I give birth," he said playfully.

Linda laughed and lightly slapped Mark's swollen dome.

After a quick meal, they headed back to the mall where Mark was pleased to find some clothes to suit his ever-growing pregnancy. He loved being able to go into a paternity shop and not get stares or worry about who he might see. Being able to display his pregnancy proudly was a bit liberating for him, and Linda couldn't get enough. He practically had to pry her hands from his gravid orb each time he tried to go into the dressing room.

After purchasing some XXXL t-shirts and some new pants, the expectant couple went in search of a reasonably-priced hotel. Once they found one, they checked in and Linda immediately began to draw a bath for her pregnant boyfriend. She knew he loved them, and she loved lathering up his big, heavy belly until it was slick and shiny with soap.

Linda helped Mark out of his too-tight clothing, and as she helped him lower his swollen frame into the hot, bubbly water, she couldn't believe how lucky she had gotten. Once he was settled, she just sat at the edge of the tub and took in the sight:

Mark was always attractive to her. His dark hair was always tousled into soft spikes, and he had stunning hazel eyes. He wasn't super muscled, but he was in nice shape and very tall. He had a soul-patch, a recent addition that made her giggle a bit. Lowering her eyes a bit, she admired his chest, which had gone from toned to a bit puffy as it prepared to provide food for their son. But it was the curve of his pregnancy that began just under those pecs that Linda adored.

When they had first found out that Mark was pregnant, it was nearly halfway through their freshman year of college. They had begun dating late in high school, and were very happy together. Their choice to attend a strict private college was an easy one, as they had both received generous scholarships and grants. It was late September when they conceived their son, unknowingly. Mark suffered terrible sickeness early on, but since it wasn't just in the morning, they didn't worry. It was the weight gain and fatigue that set off bells, and when they found out in January, Mark was 4 months along.

Fear set in first, then excitement, then panic as they realized they could get thrown out of school. It was to late to abort the pregnancy; not that they would anyway. Linda wanted the baby, and Mark thought adoption was the best bet. But as his belly grew and the baby began to move, he had a change of heart. He knew they couldn't part with the son they had created (albeit, accidentally) out of love, so it became their mission to hide Mark's burgeoning belly.

"Babe?" Mark said, snapping Linda back to reality. "Are you gonna join me?"

"What? Oh, sorry. Just thinking."

Linda tore her eyes off of her boyfriends wet, shiny pregnancy long enough to remove her clothes and slide into the hot water with him. Leaning in, she kissed him and immediately went to work on his belly.

"What were you thinking about?" he asked, again breaking into her thoughts.

"Just us. Everything that's happened. The pregnancy."

"Oh," Mark said, absentmindedly stroking his swelling belly. "Is everything okay?" he asked, and Linda could swear she heard his voice quiver.

"Oh, baby! Everything is wonderful! I was just thinking of how much I love you and our son. Speaking of our son," she said, poking his bulging belly, "he still needs a name."

"Well, I don't mind having a few in mind, but I really think we need to see the little guy before we commit to anything," Mark said.

Linda nodded, and began to lather her boyfriends baby bump with vanilla-scented body wash. After she rinsed him, she helped him pull his heavy body up and began to dry him off.

"God, I'm so fat!" Mark said, catching a glimpse of his body in the mirror. Cradling his belly, he pouted.

"You're not fat. You're with child," Linda said. "Although, it did take 4 towelst to dry you off."

Mark glared at her and tucked a 5th towel under his curved belly. "I really did get big, didn't I?" he asked, pushing his pregnancy out for emphasis.

"You had to get big so our son would be healthy," Linda reminded him. "Now let's hit the bed."

Mark waddled into the bedroom and began the always-comical task of laying down. The small planet he was currently sporting made things difficult, as he couldn't bend at the waist anymore. He spread his legs wide to accomodate his girth and shimmied his way onto the bed. Linda laughed and assisted him. After he was semi-comfortable, Linda got the lotion from her purse and began to massge it into the protruding, taut skin.

Mark moaned as his lover's hands spread the cool lotion over his tight skin. He had been lucky to avoid many stretchmarks, mostly thanks to Linda pushing cocoa-butter on him. He was thankful for that, but putting it on himself at night was nothing compared to the sensual massages that Linda could provide. Her soft hands grazing his fleshy mound was a sensation that Mark couldn't get enough of.

He looked at the blonde straddling him. He was amazed that someone so attractive wanted him in the first place, to say nothing of the fact that he was smuggling a beach ball in his stomach nowadays. Linda was gorgeous. Mark always thought she looked like a blonde Kardashian, and her curves could drive anyone wild. Figures she would get me pregnant, he thought to himself as he focused on what she was doing.

He joined her hands on his slick belly, and they began to kiss passionately. It was all of 3 minutes before he cried out as Linda lowered herself onto his throbbing manhood. When she began to ride him, she anchored her hands on his belly; because it was well-lotioned, she couldn't keep them still and the movement was driving Mark wild. He knew he wouldn't last long, and he was right. He climaxed into her, and knew she wasn't there yet. He didn't want to be selfish.

"Babe, lay down," he asked.

She did as he said, and he struggled onto all-fours where he went to work on her with his tongue. Linda squirmed as he pleasured her, but a lot of it came not from what he was doing, but the fact that his firm belly was so large that it was resting firmly on the bed. Mark also had to admit that this postion did wonders to relieve pressure from his strained back. When she exploded with orgasm, she wasn't sure which had helped more.

The expectant lovers lay in ecstacy, knowing that the next few weeks would be hard as the impending birth of their son approached; alone time wouldn't be feasible. But as hard as it was going to be, neither Mark nor Linda could wait.

As they joined hands over Mark's sweaty, heavy pregnancy, they knew life couldn't get much better than this.

Nope, it was just perfect.