Midlife, Part 4

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Summary: Tom is in his mid-forties. Comfortably married in suburbia  with his wife, office job, and his 2.5 kids getting ready for college, Jim finds himself immersed in an affair with a fit young biogeneticist. Jim  has no idea why he's gaining so much weight, and his wife has started making remarks about it. Little does he know, his secret boyfriend is not only experimenting on him but breeding him. Worse, Jim can apparently get pregnant additional times while already pregnant, and end up carrying multiple babies of different gestational ages. Its only a matter of time before his secret affair comes to light. That, in addition to other things. Contains: Male: pregnancy, breast expansion, belly expansion, butt expansion, stuffing, weight gain.

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Tom was flustered from both nerves and fatigue as he entered the office. He had thrown a baggy raincoat around his shoulders—but then, it wasn't very baggy these days. It could no longer button closed over his form, and all his attire seemed to frame his mound rather than conceal it. He just looked like what he was—an explicably pregnant middle-aged man.

He was breathing heavily as he waddled his way towards his office, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other employees milling about. He didn't even realize he was holding his belly. He was just trying to get out of the public eye as quickly as possible.

"Hey Tom?"

Tom froze in his tracks at the sound of Mike Garrett's voice. Though technically not Tom's boss, Mike was higher up on the ladder than Tom was.

Clenching his jaw, Tom slowly turned to face Mike. Belatedly, he dropped his hand from his gut, though it hardly made a difference. Mike's eyes were naturally drawn to the large and strange protrusion.

"How...um, how are things going with the Feldman accout?" Mike said as he wrenched his gaze away from Tom's midsection to finally meet Tom’s eyes.

"It’s going well," said Tom as smoothly as he could. "Everything is right on schedule."

"Glad to hear."

Tom tried not to fidget as the baby began to kick. His back was tense, his hips aching, and he felt so heavy he just wanted to collapse. He fought the urge to arch and stretch his strained back, knowing that it would only exaggerate the already huge size of his abdomen. His nipples were tingling, and Tom just tried to breathe through the various discomforts littering his body.

Other people were staring at him as they passed, people who had not seen him in a while between his absences and discreet maneuvering. They eyed his transformation with puzzled looks on their faces. Steve Walker even stopped in place to gawk, rude as it was. The guy had always been a piece of work.

"Tom, is everything...alright with you?" said Mike. His eyes flickered down to Tom's gut regularly now, like he just couldn't control it. "Goodness, man—"

"I'm fine," said Tom curtly. "I should get to work on that account." With that, he turned around. Knowing he had several eves on him, he tried to stride and not waddle, but it was largely futile. Tom got to his office and closed the door behind him. Just as he slowly eased himself down behind his desk, belly settling in his lap, his secretary, Flora, strolled in and began to open the blinds.

"Sir, your wife is on line one," said Flora.

Tom almost cringed. "Take a message."

"She says it’s important."

"I'm finalizing an important report. Take a message."

"Yes sir," said Flora as she left, a crease to her brow.

Tom cupped the lurching movements in his belly with one hand and turned his computer on with the other as his feelings of self-resentment surged to an all-time high.

-

Another week passed and Tom felt like he was blowing up. He was flushed, sweaty, exhausted, and was certain he looked like a blimp.

He began to truly sympathize with Penny for having to go through this twice. God, he wanted to drop this thing already. As horrifying a concept as that was. He didn't know what it entailed and was honestly afraid to ask.

Ian was more solicitous than ever. He took to pampering Tom at every opportunity. Encouraged Tom to eat, rest, and enjoy what he could about his condition. Tom found that Ian’s sycophantic behavior must have been causing some amount of pain and sacrifice to the man, but Ian seemed exceedingly content. It Tom made a bitter remark, Ian just smiled.

Suddenly Ian was all about the bright side of things. Not that he was particularly an optimist in character but Ian was happy and he was determined to keep Tom happy, or at least cooperative.

Tom didn't think there were alternatives to cooperation, big and weary as he was. He was in this as deep as a person could be in a humiliating male pregnancy. God, he'd nearly reached the other side of it.

Sometimes he would marvel at what had become of his body. His abdomen was a large round ball, the size Penny's had gotten to when she had been at term with either of the kids. His ass was rounder and fuller, protruding out behind him. And his breasts—god, it was still had to acknowledge that he had breasts now—but they were warm and heavy, with a sense of fullness and a bloatedness to them that he didn't want to even think about. They had to be C-cups by then, and there were times that his nipples tingled or stung with a sense of need, and he found himself gently massaging the nubs with his fingers, making them more swollen and erect than they already were.

Tom found himself lounging around at Ian's apartment most days, lazing, really. He stopped caring about appearances. He was too exhausted and miserable. He felt like a slob as he spent most of his time eating, dozing, and watching TV—sometimes doing them all simultaneously. His belly was a huge mound attached to his body, and he had gotten used to petting at the movements as it sat perched in against him. When he had to, he waddled from one room to the next while cupping his swollen flanks that felt on the verge of outgrowing the rest of him.

Tom was sprawled across Ian's couch one Saturday afternoon noon dressed in a pair of shorts pushed low on his hips by his girth and a t-shirt that was stretched over his swell, several inches of flesh bulging out beneath the hem. That’s when Ian walked in, holding Tom's cellphone.

"Tom, your phone has been ringing nonstop for at least the past hour. I think you see what's going on," said Ian.

It sounded like Penny was being particularly persistent. Tom struggled into a sitting position. He only made it halfway there. "I thought I had that on silent," he grumbled.

"It’s on vibrate," Ian corrected as he handed the phone over, well, he placed it atop Tom's bump as Tom grimaced, his hands still occupied with leaning on the cushion's, supporting his position. Tom fumbled somewhat until he was properly perched against the back of the couch before picking up the phone and unlocking it.

"Penny," he murmured, brows furrowing when the call history revealed that he had twenty missed-calls from his wife over just the past hour as well as several text messages. A knot grew in his throat. Had she found out about…about the affair? The pregnancy? He opened his text his messages before he could chicken out, and upon reading the newest one, felt his skin go cold.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked, immediately noticing Tom's disturbed state.

"It's Sid," Tom managed, though he felt like there was no air in his lungs. "An—accident. In s-surgery. He may need a new…a new…” Oh god. “They want to—to check to see if me and Penny are a match. In case—he needs a—kidney." Tom’s vision seemed to blur for a moment. His stomach gave a forceful clench that made him feel as though it was being squeezed, like a bubble that was about to pop. He hunched over it, clutching it as he struggled through gasps of breath.

"Tom, breathe." Ian sat down beside him and laid his hand on Tom's back. "You don't want to go into premature labor. "I'm so sorry about Sid."

"Need to—go see him," Tom managed.

"Yes," Ian agreed. "You should know that...you can't donate an organ. Not in your state."

"God," Tom breathed. His belly clenched again, causing him to grunt out.

"Easy," Ian urged in a soothing tone. He gently rubbed Tom's back. "Let's get you to the hospital to see your son. Do you want me to go in with you?"

"No," said Tom. That would complicate an already messy situation.

"Ok, then let's get you going," said Ian, without even a hint of offense. "I'll grab you some clothes. And there's a jacket that should still fit you well."

Of course, none of this was meant to conceal him at this late stage. His pregnancy would be obvious.

Though honestly, Tom couldn't care less about those things at the moment. He just had to see his son.

-

It was early in the evening when Tom got to the hospital and Sid was still in surgery. Tom waddled into the private waiting room reserved for his family where he saw Penny, Kim, and a few members of their extended family all sitting together, appearing terrified, hardly looking at each other, hardly saying a word. It just made the situation all the more horrifying, and Tom felt his eyes fill with tears.

Penny looked up to notice his entrance, her own cheeks tear-streaked. "Tom?" she choked out.

"Pen," Tom managed weakly.

"Where have you been. We were—we were calling you. How could you..." She trailed off, really taking in his form, upon which Tom had draped a raincoat that hid nothing. "Wh-what's wrong with your body?" said Penny, aghast. "Is that—is that your stomach? You look pregnant!"

The whole family was staring by then. Tom trembled and just managed to work his way over to a seat across from them. He gingerly sunk down.

He was breathless, terrified, embarrassed, and overwhelmed with guilt. There were so many conflicting emotions he could hardly breathe, and now his stomach was clenching again.

"How is Sid?" he managed.

"Tom—"

"Fuck Penny, just tell me!"

"He-he's halfway through the surgery. Doctor says he's doing well. He's strong. His right kidney i-is—its gone," she choked out, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. "But the left one may be o-okay. D-didn't take too much damage. They w-want to check to see if you're a match. I'm not, so th-they want to check you before we look at alternatives."

Tom nodded and stared off as he tried to digest all this, his hand absently rubbing circles on his belly as the baby writhed fitfully.

"Tom, what's wrong with you?" Penny cried.

Tom snapped out of his reverie and looked up to meet her eyes. "God Penn, I made such a mess," he said, his tears finally falling. "I'm not a candidate t-to donate either. I-I'm pregnant." He finally admitted it. Penny stared at him, her lips parted. The rest of the family was also gawking.

He knew they were putting together the pieces. How, unbelievable though it was, his image added up to his claim. He knew his face was fuller, and he hadn't even attempted to hide his breasts. His thighs were somewhat thicker, and his ass was stretching out the seat of his pants. His belly was just massive. Too round to be fat, too large to be anything but what he claimed it to be. A pregnancy.

"I met this doctor," Tom rambled. "And he was—he's experimenting on me. I didn't even know till a few months ago. It was too late, and he—he turned me into this freak! I have—there's a baby in me," Tom finished pathetically. "Oh god, I'm so sorry."

Penny looked as though she didn't know whether to take him seriously, as horrendous of a joke this would be. She got up and walked over to him, fingers fumbling with his clothes as he stiffened, too startled to resist. She wrenched open his coat and began to hurriedly unbutton his shirt, hands shaking now. A croaking noise escaped her throat and she actually stumbled back when his swollen flesh protruded into the open, bulging navel on display as well. His face heated, but he didn't try to cover himself up again. He sat there and allowed his family to marvel at what he had become.

"Oh god," Penny whispered, before she slowly approached again. She reached down with her hand before shooting Tom a terrified look. He gulped and gave the slightest of nods.

Penny laid her hand against the swell just in time to catch a fresh bought of movement.

"Th-this is real," she said, seemingly in a daze. "Sid might lose a kidney, and you—you're pregnant!?"

"I am so sorry," said Tom.