Football Player Has a Baby

It was the middle of August and all the sports teams came back to the high school a few weeks before school started to start training for the new year.  I was on the football team, 18 years old; a senior, and was really excited about seeing my old teammates again.

A lot of the guys went away to different football camps for the summer and it was always great to see the guys again and see how their bodies had changed over the summer.  The guy I was looking forward to seeing the most was Jeff.

He was 18 ,a senior like me, and one of my best friends on the team.  Jeff was a lineman and had always been a good player but to be a great lineman you had to be huge.

Jeff was a good sized guy, probably around 200 lbs at 6 feet tall.  At the end of last season, the coach said that with all the rich talent on our team, if Jeff wanted to maintain his spot on the varsity squad as a lineman he would have to bulk up.

The last time I'd seen Jeff was in May when school let out. Already in the last couple months of school he had put on about 20 lbs.  He was always eating, and lifting weights.  He told me he was going to football camp this summer and was hoping for some big changes so I was excited to see him as his car pulled up by the gym.

The first 2 weeks of the off season training was just helping everyone get back into shape, we didn’t play any games or do any scrimmages, just basic cardio and weight training.

I was waiting for Jeff to get out of his car and come over to the gym when my jaw dropped.  Jeff wasn’t kidding about the bulking up.  First thing I noticed when he walked over from his car was his huge gut.

Not only had his shoulders gotten wider, arms bigger and neck thicker, he was also sporting a monster belly.

“Wow man, way to get soft!” I said as we gave each other the ‘bro-hug’.

“What are you talking about soft?” Jeff laughed as he slapped his belly and then flexed his massive bicep.

“This,” I replied as I poked him in the gut. To my surprise, it wasn’t soft, it was actually quite firm.

Jeff told me he put on 60 lbs during the summer.  It was obvious that a lot of it was muscle.  He had big grapefruit sized biceps and his back was wide and thick.  It just looked like he had swallowed a basketball.

We went to the locker room to get changed and got caught up on each others summers.

Jeff explained to me that he went to football camp and ate all the time.  That was what he attributed his firm gut to.  He had gained so much weight that he actually had stretch marks on his belly.

I noticed these as he changed shirts and put on the traditional football half shirt that looked ridiculous on him.

He also confessed that with the added weight his waist had gotten bigger too and he could actually feel his hips widening as they adjusted to carrying around all the extra weight.

Coach came over and congratulated Jeff on his weight gain but commented that it wasn’t just size that made a good lineman, he needed to balance it out with good cardio skills as well.
He said he had a special workout planned for Jeff, who looked a bit nervous.

When the coach left, Jeff told me nervously that while he had lifted a ton and ate almost as much, he didn’t do any cardio over the summer.  He knew he was in for some tough conditioning. 

Coach had us doing sprints, climbing the bleachers and running the perimeter of campus.  Everyone was struggling but Jeff was struggling the worst.

His half shirt was soaked and clinging to his muscular chest while rivers of sweat ran down his belly.  After that first workout Jeff barely made it back to the locker room he was so out of breath. We took long, cool showers, dried off, changed and headed home, dreading that we would have to do it all again the next day.

After a week of practice I along with most of the team were getting back into the swing of things. Jeff on the other hand was still struggling.

Jeff complained a lot of cramps and had to sit down a lot. The coach knew Jeff wasn’t just a complainer and that he had a lot of work to do to get back into shape.

As we had always done, the Friday after our first  week of practice, Jeff slept over at my house.  My mom made dinner for us, commenting several times that she might have to make a second dinner in order to satisfy Jeff.

Exhausted and full we both retired to my room in the basement to get caught up and play some video games.
I took a shower first and the let Jeff at it.

He came out in just a wife beater and boxer shorts. He really was a site to be seen as he waddled around my room complaining about gas, the bottom of his belly hanging out from his shirt.

When he finally sat down, we got to talking and playing Halo. He told me about the time at football camp and I told him about my summer too.  Even as we were talking and playing the game I couldn’t help but look over at the gut he was sporting.

I made a few jokes about him getting fat and poked him in the stomach a few times.  I was amazed at how firm it was.  The wife beater left a 2 inch gap of belly showing, and I could see the stretch marks that he got.

The next day, practice was brutal.  It must have been 95 degrees out and Coach had us doing laps once more.  I decided to be a good friend and hang back with Jeff who was once again having a hard time keeping up as we ran the perimeter of the school.

Jeff made it about a mile before he looked like he was going to pass out.  I told him to just walk a little.  He placed his hands on his lower back and walked with me.  He was sweating up a storm, and urged him to keep hydrated.

Jeff started to get cramps so we continued to walk.  Another mile into it, the cramps were so bad he had to stop every few minutes.  Coach came by and asked what the problem was.  I told him I thought Jeff was getting heat stroke.  He gave me the OK to take Jeff into the locker room and get him into a cold shower.

We started the walk back, but Jeff had to stop every now and then because he was getting side cramps.  I told him the best thing to do was breathe deep and put his hands in the air.

As he did, his belly stuck out more and more and I swear I saw it moving. I wasn’t sure if he was going to throw up and didn’t want to bring it up.

We got to the locker room and Jeff stripped off his clothes and got into the shower.  I told him I'd wait back by the lockers and we'd go rejoin the team when he had cooled off.

I waited for about 5 minutes outside the showers when I heard a loud groan.

“Jeff, you OK?” I asked.  I didn’t get an answer, so went in to check. .

When I got in, Jeff was sitting on the floor with his legs spread.

“Dude what’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer, just continued to groan, grabbing his belly.  I asked him again what was wrong, was he cramping?  I touched his belly which was now rock hard. Jeff moaned again and said he felt like he had to take a shit.

I tried to help him up to take him to the bathroom but as soon as I got his ass off the floor he dropped down to a deep squat.

“What’s going on?”. I demanded.

Jeff said that he felt like he needed to take a shit and asked me to look down there, because it was hurting.  As the pain came, Jeff clenched his legs back together.  He slumped lower on the floor of the shower and moaned deeply.  I took my hands and tried to spread his knees so I could see what was going on down there.  This would have been a really uncomfortable situation had my best friend not been in so much pain.  I spread his legs wider and looked down there.  Right below his big cock and balls I could see something bulging at his ass.

"Dude, something is coming out"

Jeff's face was immediately in shock as he reached his hands down and felt what looked like a bubble his ass was blowing. 

"Jeff, could you be pregnant?"

"Oh, fuck man, I didn't think I was, I hoped I wasn't!"

"Well, looks like you might be, at least not for much longer!"

Just then Jeff screamed loudly and said he needed to push.  His meaty hands grabbed his knees and pulled them back.  As he pushed, the baby moved deeper into his birth canal.  I looked down there and could make out a head coming out. 

Exhausted after the first push, Jeff slumped back on the wet tile and breathed heavily.  Jeff's hands immediately went to his belly which was bulging from his body, obviously in the midst of a contraction.  As it mushed out, I could see the flurry of movement in there, clearly it was the baby struggling against the pressure of the contraction.

"Come on man, you gotta push and get this thing out!" I encouraged.

I think Jeff knew the only way for this to be over was to get to pushing.  He was a strong guy, and whenever he put his mind to something, he did it.

I could see the baby moving down with such force.  He got the head out in about 3 pushes.

As the baby's head hung out of Jeff's opening, he got a bit of a break from the pain to really contemplate what was going on.  He really couldnt believe that there was a baby half way inside and half outside of him.  Just as he was starting to come to that realization, the baby began to shift its shoulders inside his opening.  It rotated in order to deliver the shoulders and Jeff felt it move within him.

-- Edited by marylandavedc on Thursday 29th of September 2011 12:26:23 PM