Growing Problems

You were at the bar when you saw him. He wasn't much older than your own middle aged self. He had some gray peppering his beard. The way he watched you throughout the night didn't scare you at all. In fact, you enjoyed it. You flashed a smile, which made him blush and look away.

Your friend tapped your shoulder, pulling you away just long enough that when you looked back he was gone. Your heart sunk at the loss of such a handsome man. But wait, he wasn't gone after all. He leaned against the bar directly in front of you. He gave you that smile that made you blush this time. You talked for hours, and soon enough you were inviting him over to your place.

You spent the night kissing one another with passion that you only dreamt of, or read about in stories. Not only did the color of his eyes make your heart swoon. But his voice and especially the way he smelled as enough to have you begging him to top you, which he was all too eager to do. And it lasted hours. Minutes would've been okay. A full hour would've been heaven. But 3 hours later you were on cloud 9 as you fell asleep from exhaustion with his cock pulsing inside you.

The next morning you awake on the bed, still naked and laying on your stomach. You still feel his seed seeping from your ass and dripping down your balls. You look around but he is nowhere in sight. All you find is a folded up note on your nightstand.

"I had fun. Thank you for such a great night. Enjoy the gift I left you. Share it with others. P.S. I'm sorry."

You want to be mad, but can't. He was amazing and you just pray you'll see him again, especially because neither of you exchanged numbers.

You look at the clock and realize your late for work. You jump out of bed and rush to the shower. You put on your slacks, buttoned shirt and tie and rush off to the office.

You aren't at your computer very long before you start feeling queasy. Within the hour you have to bend over your trash can twice. Thankfully you have your own private office room. Not knowing the source of your illness, you keep pushing forward.

By noon you feel extremely hungry. You put in your lunch order for several packets of yogurt with a jar of pickles. And your intern follows through with your odd order. You don't hesitate to dig in, and it is divine.

By 2 pm things start getting weird. You feel bloated. You look down and see that your stomach even looks a little bloated. Your shirt is even a little tighter. Your stomach let's out a deep groan as you feel an intense cramp that causes you to lean forward and clutch your gut. Just when you think the pain is over it kicks up again. But then it changes. In the middle of the pain it suddenly shifts downward. You instantly feel a pressure build up in your balls and on your prostate. Unable to control yourself, you undo your zipper and begin furiously stroking your cock.

Just when you feel like you're about to climax the sensation vanishes and you lose the arousal. You wait for a moment. Then a moment more. You're then wracked with another pain in your stomach that is so intense it causes you to stand. With one hand leaning on the desk for support, your other hand clutches your stomach, which now feels a little bigger. You look down and sure enough, your stomach has bloated from the freshman 15 look to a beginning dad gut that is bulging just enough for your shirt to now hug against your flesh.

Though shocked, you're overcome with too much pain. Doing your best to fight it off, you grab your jacket and briefcase, using them both to his your noticeably bigger stomach. You rush out of your office and toward the elevator.

Without fail, just like every day, your boss stops you to congratulate you on doing so well. He talks about how proud of you he is. How you're working harder than anyone else in the department. You're trying to fight the discomfort, you find him attractive enough that on a normal day you would happily talk with him, but you're not wanting to bring attention to your dilemma. But, as if the heavens above were against you, your gut groans loudly cutting him off mid sentence. He gives you a curious look, and asks if you're okay. You play it off as not feeling well and need to go home. Now seeing your discomfort and hearing your gut, he let's you take the rest of the day off.

You thank him and rush to the elevator. Once the doors close, you move aside your jacket to discover that your gut is bigger yet again. Looking as though you put on 25 lbs since this morning you begin to panic and question "what's happening to me?" Once you reach your car, you have to maneuver yourself to fit in comfortably, including having to slide the seat back. You toss your belongings aside and look at your gut again. Your shirt is stretched now, tight against your gut as it roars and swells into your lap.

Your first thought is to go to the hospital. But what then? Would they know what is happening to you? Could they help you? What if it was something unheard of? You'd become an experiment, a test subject. No, you think it better to head home. Now!

As you drive you continue to fight the pain in your roaring gut. At a one point, then another, the pain subsides, bringing you glorious relief as you feel the uncontrollable urge to undo your pants and begin stroking your cock again furiously. Each time, just like before, the sensation of pleasure and arousal vanish just as you're about to climax, only to be replaced by that same excruciating roaring pain.

Finally home. You pull into your driveway and turn off the car. The pain vanishing with the sound of the engine. You sigh heavily with relief, but the damage is done. You open the car door and groan as you heave yourself out of the vehicle, your gut leading the way. You can feel a breeze on the underside of your gut. You bring up your hand and discover that your gut has gotten so big that your shirt has come untucked and you even lost the lower button.

You hurry inside as best as you can, feeling more like a waddle now. You fumble with your keys as your gut let's out another short groan that is accompanied by a small amount of pain. You manage to open the door and step inside. You close the door and drop your belongings on the floor as you lean back against the entrance way.

Relieved that you're home you slowly look down and really take in the view that is your gut. You take it in both hands. You feel it's solid warm shape in your hands. You can't help but lift it slightly, two times, then a third. You are exhausted from the pain and carrying this thing to the door. But you need to see what you look like in the mirror.

You begin waddling to your bedroom, feeling the heft of your gut, you put a hand on your lower back and let your gut lead the way. You even use the walls for extra support. You can feel your gut bounce and sway with each step. You feel as though it's trying to tug you to the floor. Even your balls feels heavy. You can feel them sway and bounce as well. Even feel them slap against your leg.

Now finally in your bathroom you stand in front of the large mirror and are shocked by what you see. You've gone from a fit middle aged man, to a guy that has obviously let himself go over 50 lbs ago, oddly enough all that fat has collected in your gut, making it round and solid, sticking out a good foot and half in front of you, pushing your belt down so it has more room to expand. You look like someone hooked a hose up to your stomach and turned it on full blast. You were appalled by the way you looked. By the way it bulged.

So why did it feel so good?

You watched yourself in the mirror, shaking your head, as you rubbed your hands along your gut, feeling every inch of its new surface. It was tight, it was warm. And it was sensitive, tender, to every little motion. You lift your shirt slowly, exposing more and more and its roundness. Eventually you just take your shirt off completely. Not wanting to feel confined. Next, you struggle, but you manage to undo your belt and pants and let them drop, reveal your confused hard cock, and definitely swollen balls that were now double their normal size. You can't help it. You keep rubbing your gut. Every touch sending lightning down your nerves, especially when your run your finger around your now shallow navel, and you can't help but gasp when you push a finger into it.

That's when you feel something move inside you. You're confused. What the fuck was that? There is again. And now, water is splashing on the floor below you. And just like that, the pain is back, with a vengeance.

You clutch your large gut as it roars louder than ever before. A massive cramp tightens every muscle in your stomach. Whatever is moving inside you is rapidly moving down, as it does your gut is hanging lower and lower too. And just lube that, POP! Your belly button went from an innie to an outie as your belly, without your knowledge, grew another 4 inches.

Unable to stay standing any longer, you collapse to your hands and knees clutching your bulbous gut. Now realizing the hospital was the best option, you reach for your phone and realize, it's in your briefcase, by the front door.

Unable to stand from the pain, your attempt to crawl, each movement is agony. But your cock says otherwise a it slaps and drips against your gut with each motion.

You only manage to make it to the bed on your way out the room before you realize it's no use. Whatever is inside of you is putting pressure on your prostate and it is fighting to get out.

You heave yourself into a reclined seated position, lift your legs and begin to push. Screaming through the pain as you push, you manage to glance down and see your gut bulging big and round, aside from your knees, your gut is the only thing you can see, nothing beyond. But you know one thing. You may be on extreme pain, but for whatever reason, your cock and balls were loving it.

For the next half hour you fight and scream in pain. Only getting a break between each cramp, you now know to be contractions, only to be overcome with pleasure as you bounce your hips, slapping your cock against your bulging gut, now that you're unable to reach to jerk off.

With one final contraction and one final push, your scream turns from excruciating pain to overwhelming pleasure as you push whatever the thing inside you is out! At the same time your cock erupts, firing your own cum high into the air, only to rain back down on top of you and your gut. Spurt after spurt, jet after jet, you paint your now much smaller gut and your face with your seed.

Pain subsided you pant heavily, taking deep breaths as though they are your last. Thank god that's over, you don't know what you would've done if it continued. But you can't deny the pleasure was amazing. The pain, not so much. But worth it for the amount of ecstasy you felt at the last moments.

That's when you hear the cries and your heart skips in horror. You are now a father. And your thoughts can't help but jump back to the note.

"Enjoy the gift I left you..... P.S. I'm sorry."

At first you had thought he was apologizing for leaving, but now you realize he apologized for the pain. As for the gift. It was a mesmerizing orgasm, by you have a feeling he was talking about what you just gave birth to.

Speaking of which, perhaps you should get up and take care of that.