Lena's boyfriend had always been a bit chubby. Since they knew each other he had always had his round belly and wasn't too much of a sports addicted.
He didn´t even eat junkfood, but just loved a nice meal, which often included a lot of greasy stuff.
While a guy with a bit of a belly is a problem in most relationships, she didn't mind it at all- actually she was quite attracted to his plump shape. While she liked sports a lot and had an athletic body, she always had a weakness for persons with a big round belly.
The thoughts of caressing somebody's swollen belly and giving it oil massages turned her on since she could remember. Although she never had a crush on a girl, Lena also fantasized a lot about pregnant women. To watch a woman putting on weight around the stomach, waddling around, barely fitting into her clothes, was one of her main masturbating fantasies.
In the last few weeks Lena had noticed that her boy lately had a lot of appetite. He usually stopped eating before feeling too stuffed, but now he ate until there was nothing left. On one hand she was concerned about his health, but on the other she couldn't stop to admire his full und even rounder belly, when he stroked it after finishing his meal.
Often he had to open his pants to release his belly and when he was sitting close to the dinner table it sometimes pressed against the end of the table, what drove her wild, even though she tried to hide it.
"I just don't know what is going on with me", he confessed to her one day. "I feel hungry all of the time. If I continue to eat like I did in the last month, soon none of my pants will fit me anymore." He said that last sentence almost as a joke, but she quite liked the thought of going shopping with him, for he would have grown out of his clothes.
Over the next few weeks he tried his best to stop overeating, but still continued to put on weight. His belly, that had been round but quite soft before, became firm and hard. When he was working he most of the time let his pants open and had his legs slightly opened so his belly could fill out his lap.
At night, after dinner, he often complained about his belly hurting and Lena opened his shirt, that had become skin tight, button by button and put cream on his bulging belly.
At some point he became too worried about his massive weightgain and went to see a doctor. When he came home he was a bit pale and wanted Lena to sit down and talk to him. "I didn't thought that could possibly happen... but the doctor ensured me I would be pregnant!", stuttered he, trying to digest these news. "I don't feel ready for raising a child... this wasn't planned so early in my life!".
"Try to calm down", said Lena, giving him a calming stroke all over his belly. "I guess you're anyway too far into pregnancy for having an... you know.. an abortion. This word sounds so horrible anyway..." And after a moment of silence later, in which she continued to rub over his firm, round bulge that showed distinctively through his sweater, she added:"I guess we now just have to care about you and the baby growing in your belly and I'm sure we can be good parents once the baby is born!"
It took him some days to get familiar with the thought of having a baby growing inside him, but the way how Lena took care of him just made him feel more and more comfortable. She didn't allow him to do any fisical work anymore and cooked him abundant meals anytime he asked for it. Now that he knew that he was pregnant he didn't care about his weightgain anymore. He just wanted to feel good and staying hungry wasn't one of the things that made him satisfied.
So he spend a lot of time in the garden, reading, lying on a sunlounger and eating all the supply of food Lena brought him.
As his belly became bigger and bigger a lot of tasks became difficult for him. He liked to have his skin clean-shaven but as he even couldn't see a part of his belly anymore, he had to ask Lena for help. It was quite a pleasure for both to lather his huge belly with soap and stroke the razor about his firm, stretched skin.
Even for being at the table his belly became too big, he had to sit back so the belly wasn't in his way.
When he walked around in the house he held his bulge with both of his hands. His walking became more and more a kind of waddling and his movements became slow and careful.
At a certain point almost none of his clothes could cover his belly anymore. Even with his largest t-shirts or sweaters his bellybutton was almost visible and he had to use his pants always opened.
So they decided to get him some larger stuff at the mall. Of course he didn't wanted to go to a maternity store that is for women only, so they just went to a normal department store and looked for bigger sizes.
He had tried to hide from his friends since his state had become obvious. He just wanted to feel comfortable about it, before telling it everybody. So he now was looking for some clothes in which he could present himself at a dinner to reveal his secret to them.
(To be continued...)