Mark wiped away the condensation from the mirror, his body pink and glistening from the shower. He stared at himself from the front and then twisting to each side. He couldn’t believe how big he had gotten as he cupped his hands on the underswell of his massive pregnant belly.
Just then a banging at the bathroom door snapped Mark out of his contemplation. “Is something wrong, honey?” His wife, Lori, asked through the locked door.
It was her fault he was like this. Nine months ago, he was slim, fit, and a pretty good businessman. He had to spent a lot of time flying around to different offices to get his job done but he made money and he had made their life comfortable. He had come home from a particularly long trip and had gone out with his friends to the bar instead of returning to the house immediately. At the time, he hadn’t noticed how unhappy Lori was at him but he also was unaware that she had a plan to keep him home. And now, he was cooped up in the house all the time due to his size.
The knock at the door startled Mark out of his trance and he quickled pulled on his oversized robe. He unlocked the door and yanked it open to see his agitated looking wife. “Didn’t I tell you not to lock yourself in there? I worry about you -- I want you safe,” she pulled open his robe and ran her hands over the massive orb that was his stomach. “I want both of you safe,” she murmed to his belly. “I have to go to work. Try and stay off your feet.” Mark leaned down a gave her a kiss before she walked off.
She left, and Mark got dressed. He stood about in the kitchen nibbling on some toast. There wasn’t much room in his stomach for food just barely enough room for his baby. He pressed his hand onto his stomach feeling junior toss around - he was getting as restless as Mark was.
Just as Mark was going to settle down on the couch with his toast and whole milk, the phone rang. He was particularly happy that he hadn't sat all the way down yet, as getting up was proving to be harder and harder to do each day. He waddled slowly to the phone and picked it up, it was his friend John.
"Hey, man, the guys and me are going fishing up at the lake today, can we borrow some of your gear?"
Mark always liked going up to the lake to do some fishing with the guys, but, due to his current condition, and his overprotective wife, he hadn't seen his friends in a few weeks. He remembered how relaxed being out of the boat made him, and wished he could get out once more before becoming a dad. Mark told the guys to stop by and he’d help them find the gear in his shed.
Mark heard the trucks loud honk when the guys pulled up in the drive way. He had fallen asleep momentarily on the couch. Over the last few weeks, Mark took sleep where ever he could get it. The baby seemed to be active all the time, so whenever the kid napped, he did. Rocking himself a few times, Mark finally got the momentum to get himself upright.
"Damn, man, you sure there is only one in there?" "that doesnt look like a beer belly any more, looks like you swollowed a keg!" "Wow" Those were some of the sentiments coming from his friends as he moved slowly from the side door of the house to the shed.
When he got there, his friend Carl gave him a swift slap to the belly. Mark, trying as best he could to 'be a man' about it, stifled a groan, when the hand made impact on his all ready too tight skin. He gently rubbed where his friend touched him, hoping it wouldnt illicit a kicking spree from his kid.
THe guys shot the shit for a little while, and Mark showed them where the fishing poles and tackle were in his garage. They took what they came for and loaded it into their trucks. Before leaving John looked at Mark, “Hey, man, maybe you should come out with us. You know just for the day.” Mark shook his head as John got into his truck. “Think about it, Mark!” he shouted and drove off.
It had been forever since he had done anything with the guys and just seeing them had been fantastic. Lori was just so overprotective, and he was really feeling suffocated that Mark just had to get away. At his appointment last week, the doctor said he could go another two weeks, and the baby hadn’t even dropped yet, so Mark was sure he still had time. He just needed to relax for a few hours with the guys, and he could be back before his wife got home from work.
Mark grabbed his keys, and called John up to let them know he'd be right behind them on the road. The lake was just an hour from his place, so he would have 4 good hours on the lake before he needed to start home. It had been a while since Mark got into the spare car he and his wife had. It was a sedan, and too close to the ground for anyone as pregnant as he was. Mark was just barely able to squeeze into the seat. He heard the shocks groan as he got in.
The ride to the lake usually took an hour, but with the bathroom breaks, and his cravings for fast food, Mark didnt make it to the lake for 2 hours. The guys called him a few times, just to make sure everything was fine.
The ride to the lake wasn’t bad. The car was low and tiny, and with all the bathroom, and food breaks, Mark’s body was starting to ache a little. His back was getting sore, and his hips started to ache a little too. He just attributed this to the weird angle he was sitting in so that his belly didn’t hit the steering wheel. The whole time Mark was driving one hand, when not eating, was on his belly, soothing the baby within. At one point during the drive, Mark hit a pot hole and his car almost went airborn. The shocks werent the best on this old car, and Mark’s heart dropped, when he finally got control over the car. The baby was pretty shaken too, because along with the bounce, the baby did a complete flip, and landed head down, feet up. The was the first time the kid had been in this position, ready for birth. This didn’t make Mark nervous, as most kids were in this position for days before making their arrival. He was actually happy, maybe this would mean he'd be in labor by the end of the week, instead on 10 days.
Mark pulled up to the lake, he felt bad he was late, but the guys were still loading the gear into the boats, so he really didn’t miss anything. He wouldn’t have been much help in loading the boats, anyway, in his condition. He opened the door, and heaved himself out of the car. He immediatly felt different. The baby had dropped. Finally. Mark took the first deep breath he had taken in months, the baby had been carriying so high, so his lungs were crushed most of the time. The lower his belly was, however, the heavier the load felt on his back. He also noticed that the bottom of his belly hung out a little more from his shirt.
Mark made his way, slower than usual, to his friends. "There she blows" One of them said, referencing his size.
The day on the boat was exactly what Mark needed. He got to blow off steam with the guys. The shared birth stories with him. Only one of them had actually given birth, but most had a brother usin that had gone thru it. Mark was getting a little nervous with all their stories, and as a result his stomach was turning a bit, and the baby was responding with a few kicks. Because of where it dropped to, the kicks were right around his belly button, withe the top of his head low in Marks pelvis.
After a few hours of sitting in the boat, Marks back was killing him. As much as he hated that car, he would have rather sat in it, than on a wood plank on a row boat. It wasn’t even that fishing was a lot of work, but Mark was feeling really tired. he decided it was time to go home. They came back to the docks and tried to convince Mark to stay later but Mark declined.
Mark wedged himself into the car seat, and immediatly noticed that with his belly dropped, he could barely steer the wheel. He tried to push the seat back as far as he could, but he was still in there tight. He imagined that’s what his large baby felt like in his tight cramped womb.
This ride home Mark didn’t stop at all. He wasn’t hungry, and was starting to get concerned about going into labor early. Every few minutes, Mark would get some tightening in his back. Accompaning the tightness in his back, he could feel his belly pushing out into the steering wheel.
He was still quite a distance away from home when a particular rough cramp hit him. “Oh no,” his hands tightened on the steering wheel. That was definitely a contraction. He had been ignoring the dull cramps and the back spasms as nothing but nuisances of being overdue. “no, no, no,” he grabbed his phone thinking he should call Lori. He stopped and threw it to the other side of the car - he was going to get back before anything started. He passed a rest stop ignoring the signs saying the next one wouldn’t be for another forty miles.
The contractions were consistently coming making it difficult for him to keep up the fast pace without endangering himself but he couldn’t stop driving. He needed to get home. “Nnnghhh,” a sudden contraction came. He gripped his belly with both hands making the car swerve off the road. “Fuck,” he gripped the steering wheel with one hand, looking down at his suddenly distorted looking belly and with his other hand feeling the sudden wetness between his legs. “Nooo,” he moaned, this can’t be happening to him. He kept his hand gripped on the wheel he couldn’t risk swerving again. “All right, I need to call Lori,” he mumbled reach with his other hand for his phone on the passenger seat. He stretched his fingers out trying to get it but his belly pressed against the wheel gave him no room to get it - it was just out of reach.
He knew he shouldn’t be driving. He needed to stop but there was nothing coming up he was stuck out here. The next contraction hit him making him groan and grip the steering wheel more. “Damnit!” he cried out before pulling over. He moaned struggling through the next contraction feeling the big baby