The Champion Gives Birth

This is my first complete story. Here is Cristiano Ronaldo giving birth… I’ve written it without considering both that he actually has another baby and that he’s engaged (if I’m not wrong). Be warned: NOT SAFE FOR WORK AND FOR MINORS, because of explicit content and language…with some changes at the end!

February 1^st, 2011

(from a press release)

CRISTIANO RONALDO IS PREGNANT – the Portuguese champion has admitted being pregnant, after some naked photos of him in the locker room, showing an undeniably inflated stomach, have been published on the net. “I was having sex with a woman and the condom broke” the soccer player has explained, adding “I know my belly’s already noticeable, but I’m just 5 weeks now. It must be multiples, but I don’t know how many”.

September 26^th, 2011

“OH FUCK…NOT NOW!!” Cristiano yelled as he tried to keep control of his SUV, his other hand pressing on the massive, beach-ball sized mass resting heavily on his lap. He couldn’t believe it was happening so fast and so painfully: ten minutes before he was still there, enjoying maybe the best sex he had ever had with that gorgeous girl, since pregnancy made him super-horny-and women loved that. He was five days overdue, that was true, and he should have been in the clinic, waiting for his twins to come, a team of doctors and nurses ready to perform a good c-section on him: he had tried to wait there patiently, but it looked like the two big babies were still lazy and not in a hurry at all, so he hadn’t been able to help going back to his luxurious apartment for the weekend and to his “normally” luxurious life, just for a weekend, just to satisfy his need for fun and sex. And now, there he was, in hard labor and far from the clinic, desperately trying to make out a way to manage that and, what’s more, with a bunch of paps following him, after noticing him awkwardly running out of that hotel, his D&G shirt barely and hurriedly buttoned up around his massive mound.

“Damn…what should I do NOW?!?” He said to himself after the powerful contraction had ended. He had to get to his bungalow in the country: that was the nearest place where he could deliver those babies without being noticed or heard. He sped up and, taking a secondary road, he finally had them shaken off, before the next, even more powerful contraction, made him double over the steering wheel.

Ten minutes later he reached the place: he had bought it a little time ago, in order to go there when he needed to be unnoticed, and that sure was the case! Nobody could imagine it was his place: an ordinary, nice bungalow, and nothing else.

During the trip, the first baby’s head had clearly discended and Cristiano could feel it ready to pop out of his ass. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGGGGGGGGHH he shouted to the empty house as soon as he got into, clutching the former balloon-like belly that, now, resembled more an airship on his powerfully built, tanned body and falling on the sofa. As the contraction subsided, Cristiano thought how absurd all of it was: he, the great champion, the sex symbol, pregnant with his same babies for not using a properly-sized condom, overdue and forced to push those overripe babies there, alone, naked. It just looked like a fucking nightmare…

Anyway, there was no time: they wanted out! He ran to the bedroom, in order to do what his instinct was telling him, get naked, lie down and push hard. If someone had watched the scene, they could have seen the hunky, hot womanizer rip his tailored black shirt off his body, and a perfectly oval, hairless, sweaty, bronzed, gigantic stomach burst out, no longer contained by anything. No doubt he was the hottest pregnant man on earth, according to most people: according to lots of other people, he also was the most pregnant male celebrity, thanks to that absurd baby-filled boulder, sticking out an unbelievable 16 inches in front of him, hardly carried by his over-chiseled-and over-arched-back. Nobody could believe there were just twins in there, its size looking more like a triplet or quadruplet-filled belly.

Soon, his Armani jeans were off, quickly followed by his CK tight boxers. There he was, stark naked, looking at his own reflection in the mirror: his 10-inch cock, needless to say, stood painfully hard, trying to lift up the humongous mass with the strength of its erection. Despite its sheer size, Cristiano still could see in the mirror its red, fat head touching the bottom of his belly, which was madly contorting. The pressure was just unbearable and made it look even bigger than some hours before. He began wondering why his water hadn’t still broken….

OOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!! – the strongest contraction ever made a manly, savage-like shout echo through the still night. He flung himself on the bed, which creaked under the mass of his muscles and his gravid gut, opened his legs wide, grasped the sheets and, without thinking, started pushing with every single muscle. The head was approaching, he felt it, and this terrorized him: the babies were damn big – even bigger than average-sized single babies, and that meant massive for being twins. What’s more, they looked ready to come out with their placenta and all -thank god they are  dizygotic- Cristiano franctically thought.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR……..SHIIIIIIITTTT……..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Those cantaloupe-sized heads would tear his ass apart, he was sure. He was all straight, so no anal sex had helped him loose it: he would have an epidural and a c-section, if only he hadn’t been so stupid and careless.

He was in despair, his pain stronger than anything he could have ever experienced. He was about to faint, but just then he felt something nice, something pleasant: his cock…yes, his cock was as steel-hard and long as never, with that monster head pressing on his prostate. He was going to cum, and that made him think, between a shout and another: IT, that massive tool was the cause for everything, for his being so massively pregnant, for his being there instead of in the clinic, for his babies being so damn big. Was his virility going to kill him? No, not at all! It would help him, it would make him do handle what not every man could.

He squatted himself, one hand grabbing the bed frame, his huge bicep contracting, another grabbing the horse cock and starting stroking him furiously. YOU’LL COME THE FUCK OUT, RIGHT NOW!!! Said he to his child, then gritted his teeth, paused for  breath, his lungs filling with air, a fierce expression forming on his handsome face.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR

The house was soon filled by a tremendous, hollow shout, while Cristiano gave the most powerful, violent push: he felt the huge entity inching forward, impossibly opening what was already gaping, an unexpected gush of hot fluid soaking his ass and legs: his water had broken, in the same moment as his first baby had crowned. “YESSSSSSSSS” yelled he, victorius, before he rolled his eyes, taken by the next contraction, threw his head back: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR……….OOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH………..DAMNITTTTTTTT
this time the baby, maybe offended by his dad’s bullying, had decided to do the rest by himself: Cristiano felt his interiors stretched excruciatingly wide and something hard, angular, pressing against his anus. They were the shoulders. Both at the same time. Cristiano was left paralyzed, unable to yell out anything, his eyes and mouth wide open. It was just a second, before the biggest part of his baby went out.
YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH shouted the big guy again, his baby’s body slowly sliding out and his cock exploding in a burst of sperm fit for a stallion.

MY…GOD…said Cristiano as, some seconds later, he dared leaning enough to see what he had just given birth to: “the biggest is generally the first to come” the doctors had told him two days before, adding that he  would be 14 pounds 6 ounces…but he was no longer thinking of that, not only.

All of a sudden, he could realize…how beautiful he was. He had made him almost die in pain, but that baby, together with his unborn sister, was the most lovely thing that had ever happened to him, that would give his life a meaning. “Hey little one…said the champion, now a dad like millions of daddies on earth, taking the harmless infant and carefully holding him, tears of joy starting forming in his eyes, fixed on the crying bundle of joy…you’re so beautiful”.

Cristiano cut the cord, went to the bathroom and washed him, while the next baby started wanting out. He had a crib ready for his babies in the bedroom, where he had decided he would spend his holidays once the would be born: he set him down on it and, rubbing his still huge –but considerably deflated- belly, he lied back onto the bed.

“Hey little one…you want to meet your sister? Don’t worry: it won’t be long now!” the handsome guy said, as he smiled and started pushing again.

Baby no. 2, a little girl weighing about 13 pounds,  entered the world little more than 5 minutes later, the process helped by her bigger brother.

“Here we are, a new life is starting!” said Cristiano some minutes later as, sore and exhausted, waiting for an ambulance to take him and the babies to hospital, he contemplated his two sleeping children.