[Warning: this story does contain description of graphic rape and abuse. If that's not your thing, do not read any further. -Lyric]

As Jeff dried off and slowly put on a pair of Dockers and a nice oversized dress shirt to accommodate his very ripe belly, he again wondered to himself, why his physician’s office would have rescheduled his prenatal appointment so late in the day. “Oh well…it gave me time to take a nap after work” he thought to himself.  You see, Jeff was 47, and expecting his first baby.  He was a high risk pregnancy and had had a complicated pregnancy that required him to have prenatal ultrasounds ever two weeks. 

As Jeff turned into the clinic parking lot, it was dark and empty—only one car there, and only the entrance light was lit.  Nervously, he hoisted his 8 months, very gravid belly out of his car and made his way to the door.  A custodian appeared, pushing a broom and looking kind of dirty.  “You must be Jeff.  Doctor Maxson called and is running a little late, but said to hang tight….he’ll be here soon.  Come on in…”  The man’s eyes were fixated on Jeff’s rotund pregnancy.  He took his dirty hand and tattooed arm and led Jeff to a waiting room inside the X-ray department.  “Wait here” he said with a smile.  “Okay, sure….Did he say how long he’d be” Jeff asked as the custodian walked away.  The man did not reply. 

Soon, Jeff heard footsteps and peered down the hall.  Again, it was the custodian.  He was carrying keys and what appeared to be a gown in his right hand.  As he approached, the custodian revealed a handgun from under the bundled up gown.  “Take off all your clothes faggot.  I’ve been watchin’ you and your belly grow for almost 9 months and I want you to know how fucking sick I think you are.”  Jeff instinctively wrapped his arms around his pregnant mound, as if to protect it.  “Please don’t do this…. It doesn’t have to be this way.  Just let me go, and I’ll never tell anyone.  Please don’t hurt my baby.”  “I said, take off your fuckin’ clothes man…what part of that don’t you fuckin’ understand?” said the crazed custodian. 

Slowly Jeff took off each article of clothing, and revealed his pregnant orb.  Jeff was pretty hairy, and the skin on his pasty belly was taught and had some stretch marks that all originated outward from his navel.  His pecs, clearly very full of milk, were centered by very red nipples that were the size of silver dollars.  Likewise, his navel was the size of a silver dollar and poked out an inch and a half in the shape of a knob. 

“Fuck, you got fat” said the crazed man, as he rubbed the cold barrel of the gun across Jeff’s abdomen.  The baby tossed and tumbled as if he could sense the unease of the situation.  The man took his hand, dirty with greasy fingernails, and cupped it under Jeff’s belly, brushing his untrimmed, black pubic hair.  He began to lift up on his gut.  As Jeff winced in discomfort, the man got into Jeff’s face and, nose-to-nose said, “I’m going to take this from you tonight, faggot.”   “Don’t hurt my son, you fuck” Jeff replied and pushed the man away.  “Oooh, fag…that was a bad mistake” the custodian replied.  He took Jeff by the arm and threw him on to an exam table. “Turn over or I’ll shoot you in the stomach right now.”  Jeff complied.  The man stood Jeff up, and then proceeded to bend him over the exam table.  He grabbed a tube of KY and began to lube Jeff’s anus.  “Please don’t do this…. I’m …  This could hurt my baby.  I don’t want to lose my son…I’m full-term.  I’ll do anything …Please!” Jeff yelled in protest.  The man lubed up his large cock and quickly pushed Jeff belly down on to the table, penetrating his hole.  “Oh God…no!  My son….  You’re going to kill my baby” Jeff yelled. 

As the crazed man raped Jeff, he put his bodyweight down onto Jeff, causing his belly to spread wider.  His only hope was that there was enough amniotic fluid to protect and accommodate the fetus, which was by now a good 10 lbs.  The stroking and ramming continued for nearly 30 minutes until the rapist climaxed and left his mark behind inside Jeff.  As he pulled out, he left the room.  Jeff was covered from head to toe in sweat, and as he pulled himself off the exam table, left a two outlined wet rings—one of his belly, and the other of his navel in the middle of the larger ring.  “Oh God….my baby” he yelled.  As he wrapped both arms around his fetus-filled, stretch marked mound, he started looking for a phone.  He was met again, by the custodian.  “Looking for this, faggot??” he asked, holding an office phone receiver in his hand.  “We have one more exam to do before you can leave.  Come with me, faggot.”  He shoved his handgun in the small of Jeff’s back and pushed him down the hall toward the cardiac unit.  As he shoved Jeff into a small, dark room, he barked an order to not move.  Jeff complied. 

Jeff rubbed his hands over his belly and wondered if his son was okay.  “I’ve waited so long to have you….and now this.”  Jeff’s thoughts were soon interrupted by florescent lights and a shoved into another very small room.  The man brandished handcuffs and locked Jeff’s wrists onto a stress-test treadmill.  “I’ve never seen a man miscarry at full-term” he chuckled as he started the belt.  “How fast can you run, you pregnant fuck?”  As the treadmill began to pick up speed, Jeff looked down at his pregnant belly for the last time and began to breathe hard.  “Fuck….I can’t lose this kid….not today….not this way.” 

The crazed rapist turned the speed dial to 6mph and Jeff began to run.  For 10 minutes he run and his massive hairy orb bounced harder and harder.  He began to sweat profusely, which made it all the more hard to notice he was starting to leak fluid from his anus.  Almost simultaneously with feeling the first steady stream of amniotic fluid down his thighs, Jeff had a hard contraction.  “Oh God….uughh” he gasped as the speed increased.  His mucous plug then completely let go, and with a massive splash, his water broke.  “Dear God, please let me off here….I’m in labor!” he pleaded.  “Fuck you dude” The man replied. 
 

At the end of another 10 minute period, Jeff was not doing well.  His belly had dropped and the fetus was now falling into the birthing position.  Jeff was in the process of miscarrying.  He was starting to spot onto the treadmill belt.  “I’m contracting….I feel the need to push my baby out” he gasped as he continued to run.  At that very instant a foot covered in blood popped out of his butthole.  “Ughnnnn” Jeff gasped.  “Oh fuck, faggot…. Your gonna drop that little bastard right here” the man barked.  He turned off the treadmill and retreated behind a glassed area to watch what happened next.

As Jeff crouched down, and tried in vain to catch his breath, the squatting position only accentuated his need to push his baby out.  His gut, covered in sweaty hair and stretch marks heaved.  In an animal-like grunt, followed by a siren yell, Jeff began to push.  As he pushed, he stool bolt-upright and with the bottom part of a fetus hanging out of his anus, he turned to the crazed rapist and vowed to kill him when it was said and done.  Nipples puffy and leaking, pregnant belly distended and a baby half out of him, Jeff rubbed his gut the best he could, given his wrists were still cuffed to the treadmill.  As the next contraction came, Jeff again went into a deep squat and immediately felt the kid get stuck inside his hole.   He would labor like this for four hours.  Finally, Jeff knowing full-well that he’d already lost his baby, he began to ram his belly into the treadmill.  With a squirt of blood and amniotic fluid, the lifeless body shot out of his hole and dangled by the umbilical cord.  Morning was now upon Jeff who was no completely alone with a deflating belly, as he birthed the placenta.  “How can I start over” he thought….I don’t know if I can now.  I’m almost 50…..  I don’t know if I can carry another baby again….