By brimming and myself

Army Brat

I always loved Thanksgiving, it was a chance to go home to my parents and see family and old friends from high school.  This Thanksgiving I was especially excited to see my friend, Kate.  We were best friends growing up but had lost touch after high school and had just reconnected through Facebook.

Kate and I made plans to get together the day after Thanksgiving.  I was excited to see her family too, they were like a second family to me while I was growing up.  I went to her house that afternoon.  It was a really great reunion, I got to see her parents again and we got caught up over a few drinks and some leftovers on their couch.  While we were sitting there talking, I heard the front door open and close and someone go upstairs.  Kate explained that her brother, Jim was back in town from service in Iraq for the holidays.

I was really excited to see Jim.  He was a couple years older than Kate and I and I had always had the hots for him.  Kate had shown me a few pictures of him in the last hour and if it were possible, he got hotter.  He was a football player in high school and always had a rocking body and it appeared that being in the Army had only added to his appeal.   He wasn't gay but I still liked looking at him.  He was always a good guy to me, and I thought of him as a hot older brother.

I told Kate I needed to use the bathroom and because her father was fixing the bathroom downstairs, I had to go upstairs.  I hoped I would run into Jim!

I went upstairs and went to the bathroom.  When I got out, I saw the light to Jim's old room on and the door partially opened.  I pushed the door open and yelled, "Surprise!"

I could tell that I startled him.  He looked  happy to see me once the initial shock wore off but I must have caught him getting changed, because his shirt was off.  This was nothing I hadn't seen before but he seemed really embarrassed.

He quickly pulled a shirt on as I went over to give him a hug. Soon as I embraced him, I felt what he was embarrassed about.  The normally totally in shape, football player/soldier had a good sized gut!  Jim had always been a beefy, muscular guy but he'd never had a belly before. As I hugged him, I felt his belly pushing against my own flat stomach.

"Hey there man!  Long time no see, eating well?" I laughed and I patted his stomach.  It felt weird, it wasn't soft like a food belly and it was much firmer than a beer belly. It bordered on being hard. "I thought the Army was supposed to keep guys in shape!"

Jim stuttered a little bit and chuckled as he pulled on a big, baggy sweatshirt.  Once he was covered, I could tell he felt more comfortable and he told me how good it was to see me.  We caught up a little bit more before I told him Kate was probably looking for me so I should probably head back down.

As I was leaving, Jim asked me not to mention what I saw up here.  I joked that I was just going to tell his mom that it looked like he really enjoyed her Thanksgiving dinner, and then some.  He didn't look happy.

"Wait" he said, before I got out the door. "Come here and close the door."

I closed the door and took a seat on the bed next to Jim.  He took a deep breath and told me he was going to tell me something no one else knew.  He looked me in the eyes, sighed and looked down at his belly, took another deep breath then finally let his secret spill.

"I'm 7 months pregnant," he said, looking at me blankly as he let his statement sink in.

I was shocked!  I immediately wanted to know how Jim, who I'd always thought to be straight ended up pregnant, so I asked. He told me that being away from women for so long often led to guys fooling around with each other. Jim stressed the fact that he wasn't gay but one night after a lot of drinking, he'd allowed a soldier buddy of his to fuck him (among other things he said he wasn't proud of) and now here he was, 7 months pregnant.

He had managed to hide his pregnancy from the Army and hadn't even told the other soldier he was pregnant.  He was able to use 2 months of leave time so he wasn't due back to the Army until after the new year and after he'd had the baby. 

I asked him what he was going to do for the next few months. Was he going to stay here at his parents 'til he gave birth?

"What?!?" He yelped. "Hell no! They can't know and neither can Kate," he said shaking his head forcefully. "Got that?" I nodded.

His plan was to have the baby and give it up for adoption because he was too embarrassed to tell his family or friends he'd gotten knocked up and he still had a few years of service to do with the Army so he wasn't ready for a kid yet. Plus when he had one, it was gonna be from him getting a girl pregnant.

"So if you're not gonna live here for the meantime, where are you gonna live?" I asked, as I stared at his belly. He'd done a good job hiding it under the sweatshirt but it was definitely noticeable to me now that I knew it was there and what it was holding.

Jim admitted he didn't really know.  He had done some research online, looking for places guys could go to give birth and put their babies up for adoption but all the places he'd found were only for underage guys or for women. It seemed like guys of age were on their own until they were ready to give birth.  He told me he'd called one of the places that took in young guys and he'd explained his situation but due to their tight budget, they wouldn't take him.

"So it looks like I'm gonna have to burn through my savings for the next couple months staying in hotels," he frowned.

I couldn't let Jim do that. Like I said, he was like an older brother to me.  A hot, older brother.  Thinking quickly, I suggested he come to NYC and live with me.  I had an extra bedroom because I was currently without a roommate and there were tons of great doctors he could see in the city. Plus there'd be plenty for him to do and see while he "waited". I told him he might as well get some enjoyment from his predicament.

I could see how relieved Jim was that I was willing to take him in.  He also probably felt better having finally told someone his secret. 

"Think about it, dad," I said with a wink as I left the room.  

That night while I was still at Kate's, Jim came down in that same baggy sweatshirt.  I had to hand it to him, he had a knack for picking clothes that didn't accentuate his pregnancy.  He had standing down to an art form too.  He was always leaning over a chair or had something in front of his belly so no one would notice.  We didn't talk much more that night which was a good thing, 'cause I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

Saturday night I was at my parents, packing up for my trip home the next morning.  My phone vibrated, announcing a text so I checked it and saw it was from Jim. He told me he was going to come with me. With a big smile on my face, I responded and told him I'd pick him up early the next morning.

When we got to the city, Jim got settled right in.  My last roommate had left in a hurry and had left everything at the apartment: her bed, dresser, TV - all she'd taken wear her clothes.  Apparently she'd gone through a real bad breakup and wanted to get out of the city ASAP.  I had been contemplating selling the stuff or renting the room out furnished but now I had a few more months to decide what to do.
 
Jim had taken a good amount of his civilian clothes with him from his parents' house but was finding that many of them wouldn't fit. True, he'd gotten good at hiding his pregnancy in regular clothes but they were all getting tight now so I suggested that he invest in some new ones to be more comfortable. He didn't know anyone in the city so I reminded him that he didn't need to hide his belly anymore.

So the next day we went out and bought Jim a whole new wardrobe. Sure, there were plenty of comfy sweats and sweatshirts but this time they weren't big and baggy. Don't get me wrong, they were big to accommodate his growing body but they were made for pregnant men so they highlighted all his new curves while still being comfortable. He also stocked up on some new underwear, wife beaters and T-shirts.

We found him a doctor who gave Jim a clean bill of health despite a lack of prenatal care. The doctor told Jim the baby was a boy and was already over 8 lbs. Using the estimated date of conception, the doctor told Jim he had about 7 weeks to his due date.

I went back to work a week after Thanksgiving.  Jim loved being in the city and was feeling more comfortable venturing out by himself everyday.  I was glad for that because with my busy work schedule, Jim often spent a lot of time by himself.

The doctor got Jim signed up for birthing classes at the hospital and also put him in contact with an adoption agency.  Jim was pretty busy the first month with the classes, meetings with the agency and seeing the sites around the city but when he hit 8 months, he started slowing down.

I came home from work the day before Christmas Eve to find Jim lying on the couch in a pair of sweats with no shirt on.  He bitched that none of his shirts fit anymore.  I couldn't help but get a little excited seeing him pinned to the couch beneath his bare, hairless stomach as he complained.

He grimaced as the baby gave a kick that I was able to see all the way across the room.  He reached a hand out and asked me to help him up so he could go to the bathroom. I complied with his request and was glad that Jim was distracted by the great effort it took to get himself off the couch, otherwise he might have noticed the tent that was forming in the front of my pants.

As Jim waddled off to the bathroom I got a good look at his ass. His ass had definitely gotten meatier and the sweats were clinging to the fattened up globes.  It looked to me that he'd be needing new pants soon too and we'd just gotten him new clothes a month ago!  

When he was done in the bathroom, Jim waddled into the kitchen to get a snack, scratching the side of his belly as he went.  I wasn't normally into pregnant guys but I'd always had the hots for Jim and seeing him get bigger and bigger every day right before my eyes was doing something to me.

His upper body was still toned.  He managed to get to the gym a few times a week to keep his arms and chest in shape.  His chest was a bit bigger than before and his nipples had grown too.  Aside from his butt getting bigger, Jim was as they say, all belly.  He'd gained almost no weight on his sides and was still all belly in the front for the time being. 

The next day I dragged Jim out to the store to get some new clothes. Jim grumbled the whole way about his belly hanging out the front of his shirt. He had a pea coat on over it but it would no longer close over his stomach.

When we got to the store, it was mobbed. I'd completely forgotten that it was Christmas Eve and people were busy doing last minute shopping. When he saw the crowd inside, Jim made to turn around but I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into the store.

"Can't you just pick out a few things for me?" He whined.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "You're gonna need to try stuff on to make sure it fits," I informed him.

The store was packed.  There were pregnant men and/or their partners everywhere. The pregnant men were presumably looking for an outfit that would actually fit them the next day and their partners were looking for gifts that would for the time being be big enough to fit.  Now that we were in the store, I got behind Jim and pushed him forward, using his belly as a battering ram to part the crowd.  There was only one other guy at the store who was as big as Jim was and he was the guy working the register. The poor guy looked like he wanted to shoot himself!

I pushed Jim gently through the crowd, apologizing for him to all the people he bumped into.  Jim after all was an Army guy and wasn't one to go clothes shopping so I knew he was in a bad mood and I knew I had a limited amount of time in the store before he'd waddle his way out fed up.

I grabbed some of the biggest sweats I'd ever seen, a tent of a T-shirt, a button down that looked like an awning and a pair of jeans that could probably fit two of me and I pushed Jim back toward the changing room.

"Do I really have to try stuff on?" He groaned, putting his hands into the small of his back, pushing his belly further even more.

"Yes," I nodded. "We need to make sure to get the right size otherwise you won't be able to leave the house!" I winked.

"Look at this line," he said, pointing to the 6 or 7 guys in front of him waiting for a changing room.

"It won't take that long," I said.

"I've gotta pee," he groaned. "And there's a line for that too!" He said, pointing to the separate line for the bathroom.

"I'll hold your place here if you wanna go get in that line," I offered.

"No," he shook his head. "Give me that," he said, reaching over and taking the T-shirt from me. He pulled off his coat and tossed it at me and just as quick pulled the shirt he was wearing off.

"What are you doing?" I asked. People were starting to look at the heavily pregnant man as he tried on clothes in front of them.

"Trying stuff on," he said as he pulled the shirt down over his head and down his torso. "How's it look?" He asked as he pulled it down over his belly.

"Looks good," I nodded. "For now. But I dunno how much wear you'll get out of it. You've got another month to go, remember?"

"Don't remind me!" He huffed as he pulled the shirt off and tossed it back to me. He reached for the hoody and took it from my arms.

People had stopped what they were doing and were blatantly staring at Jim. It wasn't everyday you saw a guy as handsome, fit and buff as he was sporting a big baby belly, getting changed in public.  I could see the looks of envy on many guys faces and looks of lust from the partners, wishing their men could look like Jim.

"Hoody fits," he announced as he zipped it up over his stomach.  It was long enough to cover his entire globe and even a little loose, leaving some room for him to grow which he most certainly would. 

He took off the hoody and next tried on the button up.  It fit, but just barely so we decided to get him the next size up.   Suddenly I realized there were no more tops for Jim to try on, just the sweats and jeans.  Surely he wouldn't strip down to his underwear and try them on in front of everyone...

"Jeans," he said, holding a hand out after he pulled on his own, too-tight T-shirt.  He was already fumbling with the drawstring of the sweats he was wearing with his other hand. 

"Maybe you should wait for a changing room?" I suggested.  "We're almost there," I pointed out.  We'd moved up a few guys. 

"No," he said, shaking his head.  "I'm hungry, I've gotta piss and my feet hurt," he grunted.  "Give me the damn jeans!" He said as he let his sweats drop to the floor. 

Heads really turned now, including the head of the clerk.   How and why the poor, heavily pregnant guy was working the store by himself on Christmas Eve was unknown to me but when he saw Jim changing right in the middle of the store, I swore he looked like he was gonna faint.  He just stared for a few seconds, shook his head and went back to working the register.  Other people didn't turn away though, they stopped whatever they were doing and watched Jim step carefully into the jeans and shimmy them up his thick thighs.  He was either oblivious to their stares of just didn't give a damn. 

"Too tight," he said, shaking his head.  "Can't get 'em buttoned."

"OK," I nodded, looking around at everyone else in the store.  I was getting embarrassed and I wasn't the one nearly naked! "You don't have to try on the sweats.  I think I know what size you need now."

"You sure?" Jim asked as he stood there in nothing but his tiny T-shirt and his skin tight briefs.

"Yeah," I said, taking the jeans from him. 

"I think he should try them on," the guy behind us in line said, raising his eyebrow.  I shot him a look. 

Jim pulled his sweats back on, doing the same shimmy to get them up his thighs and over his ass.  Once he was "fully" dressed I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of line and back through the store, putting back everything that didn't fit and getting the right sizes.  I got a few of each item so he'd have some variety and then pulled Jim into the check out line. 

Thankfully the checkout line wasn't that long.  When we reached the front, the clerk looked like he wanted to say something but he just shook his head again and started ringing the purchase up. 

"$287.92," he announced as he rang up the last pair of underwear. 

"Damn," Jim winced.  "It's expensive being pregnant," he frowned as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. 

"Let me get it," I said, pulling my own wallet out quickly.  "Christmas present."

"That's a nice Christmas present dude," Jim smiled.  "But you're already letting me crash at your place.  You don't need to do anything else."

"I insist," I said as I handed the pregnant clerk my card.  I knew Jim didn't have a lot of money, he had a couple more years of service before he'd start making the good money so I knew he didn't have the money to spend on such a temporary expense.  I had a good job though and no one else to support so I could afford to get my "big brother" a Christmas present. 

"Thanks," Jim said as the clerk handed me the bags. 

"You're welcome," I smiled. 

"Give me the bags," Jim said.  "That's the least I can do."

"I've got them," I said as I headed for the door.  "You've got enough to carry!" I joked. 

"Shut up man!" Jim laughed.  "I know I'm getting big as a house but I'm a strong Army soldier!  I can carry a couple shopping bags."

"Here," I said, handing him one of the bags.  "You can carry this one."

"You still have 3," Jim said as he took the merchandise. 

"I know," I smirked.

"Give me another one."

"No," I laughed.  "I don't wanna get dirty looks from people walking down the street when they think that I'm making a pregnant marry carry all these bags!"

"So it's about you," Jim chuckled. "You're not worried about me."

"Exactly," I giggled.  "I know you can carry them, I just don't want people thinking I'm a dick!"

"People probably think we're a couple," Jim said as he waddled along next to me.  "You think?"

"Probably," I admitted.  "What do you think of that?"

"Whatever," he shrugged.

We got back to the apartment and Jim went to go put on some of the new clothes. When he came into the living room he commented on how comfortable he was as he hadn't notice how tight his pants had been.  I had.  I was disappointed to see that while the new sweats and T-shirt were still pretty revealing, they were visibly looser than his former wardrobe. Then I remembered in a couple weeks they'd be just as tight.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in the living room watching Christmas specials on TV in front of the tree.  My family had given me a lot of crap for not coming home for Christmas.  I'd lied and told them I had a huge project at work.  If they only knew what was huge was sitting next to me on the couch.  I wouldn't miss time away from Jim for anything right now.  It was Christmas present enough to just sit there next to him, watching him rub his big baby belly absent-mindedly as he watched TV and snacked on chips.

It took some work but I convinced Jim to go out to eat that night.  I told him I didn't feel like braving the grocery store or getting takeout and he could pick where we went. The last part sealed the deal.  Jim was craving Indian, so for Christmas Eve dinner that's what we had.  Wouldn't have been my choice but I wasn't the one almost 8 and a half months pregnant.

Jim wore one of the new button downs I'd gotten him and a new pair of jeans. The jeans had a wide elastic waistband that pulled up almost to his belly button. They weren't the most fashionable pants but they were easier to put on than regular jeans. The black button down he wore was tight and highlighted his belly but hid the high waistband.

I wasn't the biggest fan of Indian food but I'd eat it every once in awhile. Curry just wasn't really my thing... I'd eat it everyday, all day though if it meant I got to sit across the table from a massively pregnant Jim.  I sat there in awe as I watched his muscular arms flex and bulge as he cut his food then shoveled it into his mouth.  He could really put it away now.  He ate his entire meal and the half of mine I hadn't eaten (too much curry).  The waitress smiled and gave a small giggle as she returned to the table with a third basket of nan. Jim immediately reached for a fresh, warm piece of the flat bread, tore some off and shoved it in his mouth.  As he chewed he broke another bit off and used it to sop some sauce off my plate. I just shook my head in amazement.

"Oh God!" Jim groaned as he plopped himself onto the couch when we got home.  He immediately started un-buttoning his strained shirt. Maybe we should've gotten an even bigger size...? "I think I ate too much!" He said as he rubbed his now free belly.

"You sure ate a lot," I confirmed.

"Is there a plunger in my bathroom?"

"Yeah, under the sink," I nodded.

"Good, I might need it," he frowned. "I don't think this guy's a fan of fine Indian cuisine," he said patting the top of his stomach.

"Gross!" I grimmaced. "Be a good room mate and use the fan and make sure you courtesy flush."

"Always," he smirked.

The next morning I woke up early as I always do on Christmas. There were a few presents under the tree from my parents and grandparents.  Knowing Jim wouldn't be getting anything for Christmas since his family thought he was back overseas, I'd gotten him a couple things after he'd first gotten here. While he slept, I brought them out and put them under the tree. I couldn't wait to surprise him. I knew he wouldn't be expecting anything, especially after I'd just gotten him all those clothes.

I was dozing on the couch watching the morning news when I heard Jim's door open. Then I heard his heavy, slow footsteps as he waddled out to the living room.

"Merry Christmas!" He said from behind me.

"Same to you!" I said turning to face him. His arms were full of presents. "Wow! What's all that?"

"Your presents!" He said from behind the pile of boxes. "Can you give me a hand and put them around the tree?"

"Of course," I said, jumping off the couch to take the load.

"Thanks," he said. "Glad you're up. I dunno how I'd have gotten them down there myself," he said, gesturing toward the tree. "Bending over's getting to be an issue."

"These are all for me?" I asked as I set the gifts down.

"Yeah," he nodded with a grin. "They're not much but I wanted to get you something. You've been such a big help to me."

"You didn't have to get me anything," I said, as I placed the last box. It was kind of silly to do so considering I'd be opening them soon enough but it was nice to see the tree surrounded with gifts.

"There weren't that many presents around the tree last night," Jim said as he sat down in a chair. "Did Santa come?"

"Yep," I nodded. "For you!"

"You got me more stuff?" He asked. "You just got me all those clothes!"

"I got these before then," I shrugged. "Don't worry about it."

I played "elf" and moved back and forth between the tree and Jim, handing out presents.  Jim was really happy with the presents I'd picked out.  I got him the latest seasons of some of his favorite shows on DVD, a pair of comfy slippers for his constantly achy feet and a couple video games since he spent so much time in front of the TV nowadays. 

I was very impressed by what Jim got me.  He'd done pretty well for a straight guy shopping for a fashionable gay guy.  He'd noticed my fondness of scarves and got me 2 and an awesome watch to add to my collection.  After I cleaned up all the wrapping paper, I cooked us breakfast and we spent the rest of the day lounging around the house, watching DVDs, snacking and napping. 

New Years came and went with nothing eventful happening.  Jim hope that he would go into labor early, but no such luck.  We spent the holiday with some of my friends.  Jim was a real sport, hanging out with gay guys for new years.  I suppose he didn’t want to go to a straight bar, as he was in no shape to meet a girl.  He hung out with me and my friends at someone’s apartment.  We rang in the new year and then headed out to a bar.  The bar was pretty pack, with was no god for Jim.  It was hot, and he immediately looked uncomfortable in the heat.  I got him a bottle of water and tried to have a conversation with him in the corner.  He wasn’t up to it.  The crowed bar meant people were bumping into him left and right and his belly was taking a beating from the outside.  The baby wasn’t happy at this either and battered him from the inside.  It look about 15 minutes before he wanted to go home. 

Three weeks later woke to someone shaking me.  As my eyes tried to focus, I could hear my name.  It was Jim, he kept saying 'its time, its time'. 

I shot up in my bed and saw him next to my bed in a pair of tight fitting boxers.  I couldn't help but notice how hot he was.  His ass looked great in those tight white boxers.  Over the last few weeks with his inactivity, Jim had developed a thin layer of fat all over his body.  He had that big beefy look that I loved.  I had to admit that even his swollen belly was hot too.  Jims belly had dropped in preparation for birth and now looked like it hung heavy from his middle, invading his hips.  The baby was head down, and made his belly look oblong.

I went back to focusing at the event at hand.  Jim was yelling at me to get ready.  His one hand was pressed at his back, and the other held the bottom of his belly as if the baby was liable to fall out at any minute.  I told him to calm down and tell me how far apart his contractions were.

He told me his water hadn't broken, and his contractions were 15 minutes apart.  I calmly explained that we agreed to follow the 4-1-1 rule.  Contractions 4 minutes apart, 1 minute in length, for one hour, as instructed by the doctor.  I could tell Jim was frustrated and scared.  I let him know that probably the best thing he could do was get some sleep, he had a big day ahead of him.  Jim went back to his room.

I woke up at 8am with my alarm and went into the living area of the apartment.  Jim was asleep on the couch.  He was sitting up, in his robe with the front open just enough to see his popped out belly button and some of his chest.  I tried not to wake him, but out of the corner of my eye I could see him stirring.  His hands went to his belly as he rubbed it, it was obvious he was having a contraction.  "Hey man, how’s it going?"

He slowly opened his eyes, it was clear the contraction woke him from a deep sleep.  He had been out on the couch since 4, because his back started hurting.  His contractions were about 10 minutes apart, but not all that strong.  Some of them would wake him up, and some he could sleep thru.

I fixed us breakfast, and we went about our days.  I called out of work, and suggested we go for a walk to help stimulate labor.  Jim agreed and pulled on sweat pants and a big hoodie, the only thing that really fit him now.  We went to the elevator and wait for it to come.  As we waited, Jim had another contraction.  In order to deal with the pain, he rested his hands on the ledge of the window and rocked his hips back and fourth.  It was clear the baby was putting a lot of pressure on his hips.  I looked at my watch.  The contractions were about 7 minutes apart right now, and it looked as though they were getting stronger.  I rubbed Jim’s back and he let out a deep breath.

We took a 20 minute walk, stopping every few minutes for him to get through a contraction.  I felt bad for the kid.  One mistake a few months ago lead him to this point.  I bet he was wishing he hadn’t gotten that drunk!

At noon we finally hit the 4-1-1 period.  It was good, because it was clear Jim was getting closer to delivery.  His waddle had gotten more pronounced as the baby continued to drive its head lower and lower into his pelvis. 

We took a cab to the hospital and got check in quite quickly.  I was sure to call ahead so that we wouldn’t have to wait in the waiting room for a room to open up.  An orderly pushed Jim to his room as I followed close behind with his bag.  When we got to his room, I was happy to see it was semi private.  There was one other bed in there but the room was separated by a curtain. 

Jim got changed into a hospital gown that barley closed on him.  He got settled into the bed just in time for another contraction to hit.  Jim leaned to the side and I came up behind him and massaged his back.  The contraction must have been particularly strong because he was arching his back, throwing his belly straight tou in front of him.  The normally masculine guy was in the thrown of labor and trying to just grunt thru the pain. 

When that contraction ended, we noticed that the other guy in the room was also pretty far along in his labor.  He was there with his wife who was doing her best to encourage him.  All he was doing was screaming about how he couldn’t do it, how is baby was coming, and how he just wanted drugs.

I think that made Jim feel a little bit better about his situation, and that he could handle this delivery.  After about an hour Jim’s water broke.  It was a relief to some of the pressure he was feeling, but he was then hit with the pain of the baby’s head directly on his cervix.  He was pretty far dilated, but he still had a ways to go before he could get the baby past the tight ring of muscle. 

An hour later Jim’s roommate was being wheeled out of the room to go to delivery.  They wanted to take him to a separate delivery room because they might have to do a c-section if he couldn’t get thru the pushing.  Jim, on the other hand was dealing with labor like the solider he was. 

I could tell he was in terrible pain, but he mustered the strength to get thru it.  He would grunt and moan as the contraction came, but never screamed of shouted like his neighbor did.  The doctor came in and checked Jims progress, he was finally ready to push.

The nurse came in an adjusted the bed for delivery. She attached 2 stirrups to the side of the bed, and put 2 handles on the side of the bed for Jim to grab on to.   Jim still tried to look as masculine as possible as she placed each of his feet in the stirrups.  He was spread wide open.  Jims belly was also exposed as the gown fell open.  It was interesting to see his belly change shapes as it contracted.  It would get oblong as each of the sides would pull in, pushing the baby further down. 

In came the doctor, and we were ready for the big show.  The doctor put on gloves and gave Jim’s belly one more exam confirming the baby was headed out the right way.  He went down there and told Jim to push.  Jim grabbed on to each other handles on the side of the bed and pushed with all his might.  His biceps bulged as did his belly was each muscle in his body worked its hardest to push the baby out. 

The doctor was impressed with Jims pushing.  I could see why as his ass began to bulge bigger and bigger with each push.  About 25 minutes into pushing Jim left out a yelp.  Worried, I looked to the doctor.  Jim let out a sigh of relief as the doctor explained he had just moved the baby’s head past the cervix.  The only thing standing in the heads was how was Jims ass. 

Each push became stronger as Jim could feel himself opening up to get the baby out.  Finally after 45 minutes of intense pushing, Jim got the baby out.  His little soldier was 11 lbs, and ready for his adopted home.