I normally don't allow myself to be set up on blind dates as I have no troubles finding a man on my own but when my friend, Ashley kept insisting I meet her 'super hot' friend who worked at the mall, I gave in.  I couldn't take anymore of her badgering plus I didn't have anything going on that night anyway.

Ashley and I were walking into the department store where he was a manager when she told me one small detail about her friend, my soon to be date, Aaron.  Aaron was pregnant and not just pregnant, but due in a week pregnant!  I stopped in my tracks.  Why was she setting me up with a pregnant guy? 

She told me that he was giving the baby up for adoption and was totally over the father.  I was curious as to why a guy about to give birth would want to potentially start dating someone.  Ashley told me Aaron had been trying to date for months but couldn't find a guy that wasn't turned off by the fact that he was pregnant.  She thought of me because I was, "So not superficial and a great guy." 

Accepting the compliment I shrugged and decided to do it.  After all, Ashley was going to be there so it wasn't really "a date".  The three of us were just meeting at the mall and going for a drink, non alcoholic in his case.  And if the least I got out of it was a pair of shoes with his associate discount, it would be worth it. That and Ashley said she would pick up the tab for our future first date (if there was one).

We got to the store and started looking around for him. Ashley saw him and pointed him out.  I was pleasantly surprised.  He was very handsome: about 6', broad shoulders, short black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a slim black suit and a white shirt that bulged out at his belly.  His belly was huge. I'm talking massive. Maybe it was just his otherwise slender frame but it looked like Aaron had somehow swallowed a two year old.  My guess was that Aaron had been thin to start with and all the weight he gained went to his belly.  I knew it was typical for a guy to put on about 50 lbs. during a pregnancy but in quickly sizing him up, it looked to me like Aaron's belly easily weighed more than that.   

Aaron spotted Ashley and waddled over. His waddle was heavy and awkward, something about pregnant men that I usually found off-putting.  But seeing a good looking, heavily pregnant man in a suit waddle toward me was kinda hot.  So far so good...

He was actually a really great guy. We all spoke for a few minutes before his phone went off and he had to go to back to his office for a few minutes.  While he was gone, Ashley and I browsed the store.  I told her I liked him and wasn't as put off by the pregnancy as I thought I would've been. I'd dated guys with beer guts before so this really wasn't different.  Well, maybe a little...  I felt better about the situation too knowing that Aaron was giving the baby up for adoption so I didn't have to worry about becoming a father figure anytime soon.

Aaron came back and we all headed to the food court.  He kept a surprisingly good pace but explained that although he was used to being on his feet all day, 6 hours into his shift he was getting pretty tired.  The extra weight was a lot on his back and feet. Having to wear dress shoes didn't help either.  

We each got a smoothie grabbed a table.  Aaron eased himself onto the hard chair and gave a sigh of relief.  It was obvious that he was glad to have the weight off even only temporarily.  The two of us had good conversation with Ashley helping it along here and there.  The whole time I couldn't help but stare at the ball of flesh sitting in his lap.  He was going to have to buy a new if he didn't have the baby pretty soon.  The buttons were strained against the weight they were barely containing.  His belly button was clearly visible through the fabric too, indicating that he really was close to delivery.

As we were talking Aaron let out a small groan, his hands going to either side of his belly.  He did this without skipping a beat in the conversation though.  Ashley asked if anything was wrong, leaning toward him in her chair.   He said he was fine, the baby had run out of room so any movement was noticeable.  He told us the baby, a girl was right around 13 lbs. I could only imagine how something that big moving around inside of you felt.  It had to be battering to his body.  This happened a few more times as we continued talking. Each time I watched him stroke his belly, rubbing it as the fabric strained while the baby shifted around inside him.

Aaron and I really hit it off.  On the way back to the store I quietly told Ashley that it was cool if she left, I didn't mind hanging out with Aaron alone.  She seemed a little miffed but wanted us to get along so she agreed. When we got back to the store, Ashley made her exit, giving me a hug and Aaron a big awkward one around his belly.

Aaron and I waddled and walked around the store respectively for a little bit. I noticed that he kept touching my arm as we spoke.  I'm a master at flirting so I knew what he wanted.  When he told me he wanted to "show me the stock room," I wasn't the least bit surprised.  I knew what that meant.

In the stock room we made small talk for about 30 seconds before he came out and said, "I don't mean to freak you out but I'm really attracted to you and it's been such a long time since I..." 

I cut him off, leaning in and planting a big kiss on his plump lips.  I tried to pull him in close as we kissed but his jumbo baby bulge got in the way.  It was hot to feel the fullness against me as our tongues collided.  It was firm, very firm but it gave a little as I pulled him in tighter against my own ripped stomach.

One of my hands went to his back which was pulled into an incredible arch because of the immense weight he was carrying in front.  We continued to make out for a few minutes before he reached for my fly.  This kid needed it and he needed it pronto. 

I didn't want to waste any time so I let him unzip me and put his hand down my pants as we kissed.  I couldn't believe how hard I was. My dick was hard as granite and felt so hot in his hand.  He let out a small "Oooh!" as we continued to make out, seemingly impressed by my size.   Now it was time to really impress him.

I took him, spun him around and placed his hands on the stock room shelves.  I reached around him and tried to find his pants beneath his belly.  Easier said than done.

As I moved my hands around, I felt the swell of his belly.  It was amazingly taught, firm and warm, even through his shirt.  I could feel its heaviness as my wrist rubbed against it while I searched for his belt.  As I was undoing his belt my forearm made contact with his lower belly.  I could feel how hard and big the baby's head was against my straining arm as I undid the belt. I couldn't believe he was going to have to push something that big out of him!  Oh well, better him than me!

I finally got the belt undone and pulled down his pants, getting my first view of some skin.   I chuckled when I heard Aaron sigh with relief as his pants dropped to the ground.  They were so tight they were practically painted on.

Aaron had a nice ass. Perky, round and smooth with some light peach fuzz covering each cheek. I wanted to get on my knees and give it a good tongue bath but unfortunately we were in a public place and anyone could walk in on us so I didn't have time to waste.  I steadied him on the shelf and grabbed onto his ass, forcing my full length quickly inside.  I didn't care if it hurt, I wanted it and obviously so did he. Aaron yelped as his hole swallowed my cock down to the base. I gave him about 5 seconds to get used to my size, ,y cock twitching deep inside him as I rubbed his bubble butt.  Then I began my furious assault.

I was surprised at how tight he was. Since I'm pretty big (9.5"), I'm used to holes being tight around my dick and I love it but I'd always heard that pregnant men were pretty loose when they were this late into it. Guess that's not always the case.  As I slammed into Aaron I noticed that the tip of my cock was brushing against something. Like I said, I'm big but I've never "bottomed out" inside anyone.  I realized I was hitting Aaron's cervix. A sure indication that birth was just around the corner. 

Each time I crashed into him, he groaned in pleasure.  It was obvious he'd been waiting a long time for this.  As we fucked I kept my hands on his lower back, kneading the muscles as they strained beneath my touch while his massive belly swayed back and forth.  Every so often he would take one hand from the shelf and grab onto his belly, trying in vain to keep the swaying from getting out of control.  The kid had to be moving up a storm in there and I wanted to feel so I placed my hand on the side of his gut. 

It was great.  I could feel the baby thrashing against  my hand, right beneath Aaron's tight skin.  I leaned further onto him, giving him my full length and some of my weight so that I could put my whole arm around his belly. Though I'd already seen it, I was surprised at how massive his belly felt cradled in my arm. Aaron still had his shirt on and he was sweating which made it feel even more amazing as the fabric plastered to his belly. 

I was still ramming into him when I felt him tense up.  I assumed it was because he was close but he didn't cum.  Instead I felt his belly tightened up and a groan escaped his lips.  I asked if everything was OK as I nervously slowed my pace (only a little). 

"Yeah,"' he said breathlessly.

That was all I needed to hear for me to pick my pace back up. I only lasted a few more minutes though before I felt the need to release. I pulled all the way out, my tip barely teasing his hole before I slammed back in one final time, blowing a huge load far inside against his cervix.

That sent Aaron over the edge. I felt his hot load shoot against my forearm as I kept thrusting inside, imaging that it was my load that had made him pregnant. Shit, my load was so big, some of it was leaking out around the base of my cock despite Aaron's tightness. For all I knew I could've gotten him pregnant again! 

I let myself rest against his back as I caught my breath. Aaron groaned at the extra weight but I didn't feel too bad. He was used to a heavy discomfort by now. I lay on top of him for a few minutes, stroking his orb as we both basked in the afterglow.  After awhile, Aaron groaned and asked me to get off, his back was killing him.  Reluctantly I straightened up and pulled my semi-hard dick out of him, getting one final moan from him in the process.  I helped him straighten himself up and he waddled to a nearby shelf and grabbed a brand new Polo from it and used it to clean himself off.  When he was done, he passed it to me to do the same.  When I was done, Aaron took it and put it in a bin marked "Defects" and winked at me.

Next came the arduous task of getting Aaron back into his pants.  It took some serious work from both of us to get them back on.  I had to tug and pull and Aaron had to suck in, while holding up the bottom of his belly so I could get the pants buttoned.   How the hell had he gotten them on this morning?!?

After our little rendezvous, Aaron had to work for another hour.  We spent the time walking/waddling the store.  As we made our way through the various departments, he told me about the baby's father, their break up and the pending adoption.  All this information could've made for awkward conversation but we continued to hit it off well.  Occasionally Aaron had to stop because his back was bothering him.  He told me he'd been having light back spasms the last few days.  I'm sure our tryst a few minutes ago didn't help.  I asked if he was sure they weren't contractions.  He waved me off.  Oh well, if he wasn't worried, neither was I.

When his shift was over, Aaron asked if I wanted to come over to his place.  He asked with his lips in a crooked grin... I knew what he wanted: round 2.  I agreed and have gave me his address.   I offered to walk him to his car but he said he'd be OK so I agreed to meet him at his apartment. 

The drive wasn't bad.  It ended up that he lived just a few minutes from me.  I parked and got out of the car, leaning on my hood waiting for Aaron to arrive.  He pulled up a couple minutes later and I approached as he opened his door.  He managed to get his legs out and was trying to heave himself up without much success.  I reached for his hands and pulled him to a standing position.  Being on his feet for 8 hours while 9 months pregnant was definitely taking its toll. 

I followed behind Aaron toward the building and got a nice view of his butt jiggling slightly with each heavy step.  He buzzed us in and paused with a heavy sigh as he looked up to the flight of stairs before us.

"Just up one floor," he said to himself as he grabbed onto the railing.

He made it but was panting slightly at the top.  He opened the door and let me in.  Aaron told me he was going to go get changed out of his suit and to make myself at home.  He said there was food in the fridge and to help myself.   As he changed, I took him up on his offer and headed for the kitchen.  I was pretty hungry.  His fridge was well stocked, though I wasn't surprised, I assume he ate a lot nowadays.  I made us each a sandwich and brought them out into the living room, setting the plates on the coffee table. 

Aaron came into the room looking much more comfortable in a t-shirt and shorts.  The shorts were obviously from before he got pregnant as the waist band was hidden low in the crease where his belly met his groin.  The t-shirt was skin tight on him, highlighting every curve and bulge.  As he waddled by to sit down I caught sight of the bottom of his belly hanging out from his shirt.  For some reason, seeing him in something so tight and ill-fitting turned me on.

We sat next to each other on the couch and ate.  Aaron finished his sandwich off pretty quick and I offered to make him another one, figuring he was probably still hungry but he said he was full.  I joked that he sure was full as I reached over to rub his belly.  Again I was amazed at how firm it was.  The baby literally had run out of room in there and his skin was stretched to its limits.  Just as I was about to pull my hand off his belly, he placed his on mine and said, "That feels good."

Though we'd just had sex not hours before, I had never really explored a pregnant belly before so I took this as my opportunity.  I got off the couch and knelt down in front of him and spread his legs wide, letting his belly fall between them.  Aaron pulled his shirt up so it sat under his chest, exposing his orb to me fully for the first time.  It was breathtaking. 

Aaron must have some real good "stretchy skin" genes or something because as big as he was, his stomach was completely free of stretch marks.  His skin was a little pale, since I'm sure he wasn't in a rush to head to the pool but that only made it easier to see just how tight it was.  That classic, dark line ran up the middle of his stomach, breaking only at his belly button before continuing almost to his chest.  My dick got hard as I took in the site. 

I took each of my hands and pressed them on either side of his baby-filled gut, again amazed by the heavy, warm fullness.  I moved my hands over the sphere and could actually make out the different parts of the baby: butt, head, spine, an elbow...  The baby was head down, already in position for delivery, head pushing firmly against the bottom of Aaron's strained stomach.  I pushed harder against the taut skin, trying to get the baby to move a little (hey I wanted to feel it again!) and succeeded along with getting a groan from Aaron as he was beat up internally.  I asked him if it was OK for me to do it again and he nodded, saying it actually felt kind of good, one of those pleasure/pain things...

Again, I pressed my hands against the sides of his stomach but this time a little harder.  Immediately I felt the baby move back against my touch.  It was incredible to feel the fluttering motion and the site was unbelievable.  Aaron's whole stomach quivered and warped as the baby squirmed around.  I took my hands off and watched as the white hand prints I'd left behind slowly faded. 

I continued my harassment on his swollen abdomen, though is it really harassment when the person likes it?  I could tell Aaron was being battered from the inside as the big baby shifted from side to side but it was clear Aaron liked it, especially with those mesh shorts on!  I became almost mesmerized as I watched the baby's responses to my prodding.  One second it would push out against its confines, warping the sphere, then just as quick, Aaron's belly would regain its perfect spherical shape. 

I had just stopped my poking and began to rub Aaron's stomach when suddenly I felt the whole thing tighten up beneath my hand.  His abs, stretched as they were over the baby were contracting!  Aaron began breathing deep and shifted around on the couch as he clutched his stomach.  I paused my hands and asked if he was OK?  He said he was fine, just a light contraction.  A contraction?!? Shit!  I must've looked worried because Aaron patted my hand and assured me that he was fine.  His belly still felt tight beneath my fingers but it seemed to slowly be relaxing as the contraction passed.   Eager to change the subject, Aaron began to inch up the leg of his shorts to expose his growing dick.  he clearly wanted to get laid again and who was I to deny him?  I got to my feet and reached for Aaron's outstretched hands.  Up he came, belly first.  Damn, he was heavy!

We got to his bedroom and both stripped.  This was the first time I'd seen him completely naked and I liked what I saw as was apparent by my throbbing cock.  Aaron waddled toward me, belly bumping into my stomach and leaned in for a kiss.  As we made out, he ran his hands through my hair, I ran mine over his belly, trying to touch every round inch. 

I guided us over to the bed without breaking our kiss.  I ordered Aaron to get on all fours on the bed, gently pushing him away from me.  He initially went to comply, but let me know his back was really hurting, and he would rather not have the weight on his belly swinging on him.  He asked if I could lay down and he could be on top.  I was happy to oblige.  I took my cloths off and lay down on the bed. 

Aaron took his cloth off too and struggled to get up on the bed.  He came over to me and straddled me the best he could.  The kid was an amazing sight above me.  From his chest up, you would never know he was massively pregnant, but from his chest down, he was all belly.  I was about to feel all of his weight on me as we got started.  Aaron sat on my dick and then sat down on me.  The kid was heavy. 

As he moved up and down, I could feel how the weight was distributed on his body.  His backside wasn’t that heavy, but as he came down, I could feel the weight of his belly on my stomach.  I can’t imagine how he could carry that around every single day.  I was quite a weight on me as he bobbed down on my dick.  The other thing I noticed as he went to town on me was the he did indeed feel looser than before.  Im sure it was because he had loosened up from the first time, but in the back of my head I was sit worried I had fucked him into labor.  Aaron really enjoyed what he was doing.  His hands played with the belly in front of him, and I could see the kid was super active.  We did this for about 15 minutes before we both came, and Aaron fell to his side, exhausted. 

I covered Aaron up with a blanket and let him continue to sleep.  I contemplated going home, but then thought about the morning sex we were going to have in a few short hours, and decided to stay. 

I got woken up by Aaron shaking me.  He said he was in labor.  I immediately jumped up off the bed and offered to get him to the hospital.  He said that he had called a cab and it was on its way.  There was no way I was going to let this kid go to the hospital in a cab, I might have fucked him into labor, and this could have been my fault.  He reluctantly agreed to let me take him to the hospital.

After Aaron agreed to let me take him to the hospital, I asked him what we needed to take with us.  He showed me the bag he packed a few weeks ago; I grabbed it and we headed out to my car.  Aaron’s movements were slow and exaggerated.  His belly had obviously dropped lower than it was a few hours ago, and because of it he had a slow deliberate waddle.

I went to the passenger side of the car and helped him lower himself in to my car.  Im sure he was cursing the fact that I drove a car that was just a few inches above the ground.  As I eased him in I was surprised to see that he barley fit into the car.  We got one leg in and his belly almost didn’t fit into the car.  I reached around him and tried to move the seat back.  This only gave a few more inches, but it was enough to wedge him in.  Because he was leaning back so far, his knees hit the dash board, and his belly wasn’t that far away either. 

I got in the other side and put the pedal to the metal.  The hospital was only about 20 minutes from his house but he had 2 strong contractions in that time.  The first came as we pulled out of the apartment complex.  Aaron started breathing heavily and his hands began rubbing his swelling belly.  As I looked over I could tell that the pain started in his back.  He arched up off the seat as his back muscles contracted.  The contraction then moved to his belly as it started to bulge out against the already tight tee shirt.  Not only did the belly bulge out but also lower.  It was clear that the baby's head was grinding into his hips.  Aaron shifted from side to side, trying to dissipate the pressure.

I glanced at the clock and noticed the contractions were about 15 minutes apart and lasted for almost 3 minutes.  The second contraction came as we pulled into the hospital parking garage.  I had just put the car in park when the familiar moaning started, Aaron knew he was about to be rocked by a contraction.  The worst part is knowing that the pain is coming an d you can’t do anything about it.  We waited in the car as Aaron dealt with the contraction.  I could see the relief wash over his body as the pain left, and he was ready to go in.

It was about 4am when we finally got to the front desk.  The place was very busy, I suppose Saturday night as hospitals usually are.  Aaron gave his name and he was quickly checked in.  A nurse came over to us at the desk and offered Aaron a wheelchair.  He gladly lowered himself to the chair.  I could see how much the weight of the baby, and labor were putting on him.  Plus Im sure he was still exhausted from 2 of the best fucks of his life. 

The nurse wheeled us up to the room, and made small talk.  She told us that Aaron’s doctor was very busy tonight.  He had 5 patients in active labor.  Normally a doctor would have 2 or 3.  She also let us know that this was her first night on the job.  The doctor's regular nurses were dealing with the 5 patients so they called her in early.  Im sure this thought didn’t sit well with Aaron.

The room was nice.  When we got in, the nurse helped Aaron out of the chair and began undressing him.  After she peeled his tee shirt off , she shimmied down the mesh shorts he was wearing.  Taking a look at his body again, I could see how much it had changed in just a few hours.  The belly was much lower and looked like a watermelon, rather than the sphere it was before.  Aarons back was obviously tired from the night’s activities, and the onset of labor and was in a big arch.  His pecs looked more swollen, I imagine it was the labor hormones triggering him to lactate.  The nurse put some sensors on his belly and helped Aaron into a gown.  She closed it in the front and invited him to lie down on the bed. 

For the next 3 hours I sat with Aaron as he labored.  He never formally asked me to stay, but I felt bad leaving.  The kid was having an awful labor.  Even I was dreading as the sensors triggered a beeping sound on a machine that Aaron was hooked up to.  This let us know a new contraction was just a few seconds away.  Aarons breathing would pick up, and he would generally roll over on his side, lace his fingers on the underside of his belly and rock back and fourth with the pain.  As he got further into labor, he stared to sweat more, so his gown became almost translucent on his body.  With his stomach muscles working overtime, I thought I could actually see the outline of the baby in his belly.  The baby wasn’t enjoying labor at all either.  I could tell as it squirmed around constantly after the contraction.  Im sure that’s the last thing Aaron wanted to deal with after the contraction was over.

To say the nurse was inattentive was an understatement.  I think we saw her once every hour, and the doctor we only saw once.  It was clear that he was busy with other patients, and Aaron being a strong young man was the least of his concerns.  I did my best to time the contractions and get Aaron what he needed as far as ice chips and juice go.

Around 9am Aaron was in the depths of labor.  His contractions were almost right on top of each other.  His noises went from a moan to a guttural groan that I had never heard before.  I could see that the baby was moving further and further down.  With the nurse not being there, Aaron asked me to take a look at what was going on.  He told me he felt like he needed to push.  I reluctantly agreed to take a look.  I made my way over to the foot of the bed and spread Aaron’s legs apart.  When I looked down, I couldn’t believe it.  I saw a distinct bulge down there, nothing had come out yet, but I could see the bulge of the baby’s head under his skin.  I didn’t want Aaron to see the panic in my face, so I quickly turned and let him know everything looked good and I was just going to get the nurse. 

I went out to the hall way to search for her, but no one was out there.  I caught one other nurse and let her know that my friend was close to delivery.  I think I saw her roll her eyes as she said "ok hun" and ran away.

I looked around for another few minutes, but everyone else was busy.  I had almost forgotten about Aaron back in the room.  I rushed back in to see him with his hands on his knees, belly exposed, as the gown had fallen away, and clearly pushing.

"Im sorry, I can’t stop" he said over and over.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat by his side and rubbed his back as he pushed.

Im not sure how much time passed before the nurse got in there, but it was obviously some time.  She was shocked to see him pushing.  When she got to the foot of the bed, I could tell something was wrong.  She immediately ran to the phone and paged the doctor.  I took a peak around Aaron’s legs and saw the head crowning.

The nurse hurried right back and told Aaron to stop pushing.  He said over and over that he couldn’t stop, and continued.  Then I saw something amazing.  It looked like the nurse put her palm up against the head of the baby, keeping it from being born.  I saw that she was panicked, and I didn’t want Aaron to get worried.

I could tell Aaron felt different with the nurse putting pressure against the baby.  As he pushed he didn’t make any progress, and all he could do was squirm against the pain.  I could see the nurse straining against the head that was obviously eager to be born.  She did not want the head coming out without the doctor present. 

This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than a minute.  The nurse had her hand pressed to Aarons opening, and he continued to push against it, it was a constant pack and fourth that only caused Aaron more pain. 

The doctor burst into the room, and I could see the panic in the nurse’s eyes.  Clearly she had been caught doing something that was wrong.  She released her palm and Aaron let out a scream as the head lurched out to the point of the nose just being born.  The nurse was pushed away by the doctor, who gently patted Aaron’s thigh and instructed him to push.  It only took 3 more pushes for the rest of the body to be born.