Vaccinated

You know. These last few years have been so crazy. We've fought through a pandemic, had a lock down, required unemployment, lost several loved ones, dealt with crazy laws that were created and disbanded twice. Now, we have a vaccine we are required to get in order to be around people and even keep certain jobs.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that vaccines have been created to help save lives. But does anyone really know what's in those vaccines? What are the side effects? What about long term side effects? No?

Well, I can tell you one.

It all started when I met Harry. He was a handsome man. 5'10", brown graying beard, thick graying body hair, beautiful brown eyes, with a deep scruffy manly voice, and hair that had thinned so much that he usually kept it shaved and wore a ball cap of some kind. He was fit, a very athletic guy who loved to swim and go on hikes.

We met at the bar on main and Michigan road. We saw each other from across the bar and he didn't hesitate to approach. He introduced himself with a smile and a handshake, before buying me a drink. We talked for hours. He was sweet. Kind.  Adorable. Very thoughtful, and respected my personal space. He was also an amazing kisser. Needless to say, he ended up at my place that night. We fucked for hours.

As days turned into weeks, Harry and I kept in contact and would often hook up. We'd go to movies or parties with each other. Then one night, he invited me out to dinner. Before I knew it, we were boyfriends, staying at each other's house night after night. It was great. Amazing even. He was amazing. Before long, weeks turned into months, and months turned into a year.

But everything changed dramatically when he got a new job in a antique repair store, which required him to get the covid vaccine. Be didn't want to at first, but I told him I'd go with him. I had gotten mine a few weeks earlier, one of the newer vaccines. His, however, was a dose that remained from when the covid vaccines were first released. I had several friends who had gotten it with no big deal. But his would turn out to be a bigger deal than we thought.

After arriving home from getting his vaccine, be felt physically and mentally wiped, so he headed to bed early. He was snoring away by the time I came to bed an hour later.

As days passed he seemed different. Happier than usual. He was loving the new job, which made me extremely happy for him. His eating habits had even changed, going from veggies and vegan foods, to eating steak and pasta. I loved seeing him this way. But it wasn't until a week later when things drastically changed.

We had made love together for hours. Daddy loved when his boy bent him over and plowed him hard. He especially loved when I'd lay down and he could bounce on his boy's cock until I released my load into him and he came all over my chest, telling I'm a "Good boy," and "Daddy's boy". That might was magical. What followed, not so much.

At about 7 am, Harry practically jumped out of bed and raced for the bathroom, where he continued to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet. For the several days that followed he had a very difficult time eating, barely able to help anything down, or even stomach to eat anything. I eventually took him to the doctor, a lot of good that was, because they just labeled it as a case of the flu and that it would clear up on its own.

Thankfully, it did clear up. Though he changed even further. First off, he stopped going to the gym, he stopped working out completely, including dropping his hiking trips. Second, he stopped caring about what he ate, if it sounded good to him, he'd eat it. Personally, I don't see how ice-cream with avocado sounded good, but whatever. Third, when watching certain movies he became an emotional wreck. Even with movies he had seen several times prior, he now cried whenever Dorothy finally made it home from Oz. And fourth, every time I came home he would be sitting around watching TV or reading, while continuing to eat, and he had started putting on weight. This one worried me the most, because he loved having a fit muscular figure. But now, his belly had started to bloat and expand with his eating habits, now he was getting a dad bod with that inch of gut that rolls over your waistline. Personally, I wasn't against it, in fact I loved it. I had always been into the guys with dadbods or bulging big bellies. I was only concerned because he loved being a fit muscle bear.

After 3 months, and his gut had gone from a dadbod to a full beer boat, I finally broke my silence that night at dinner. "Babe, I'm so happy you've been enjoying your job and enjoying yourself. But I'm concerned with your weight, you loved working out and staying fit, but I never see you working out anymore. What happened?"

"Are you saying I'm fat?" He said with raised brows, his voice telling me he didn't like my comment.

"No, I'm not. It's just... well..." I didn't know what to say. I was startled by his reaction. I was afraid I had upset him. Until he started smiling.

"I'm just homing, sweetie." He said as he leaned down and gave me a kiss. He then gave his gut a rub. "I don't know what it is. I work out while you're gone, and do my best to push my limits. My arms are still strong." He flexed his arms as he sat next to me at the had of the table. His arms were indeed bigger than when we had first met. But so was his middle.

"You have bulked a bit, babe. But I'm concerned about your gut. I thought you liked your abs."

He gave his gut another rub and looked down at it. "I do. But for some reason lately, no matter how many ab workouts I do, I can't get rid of this but. It won't go away. I figured it's just because of my new eating habits, which I decided to embrace to help fuel the rest of my gains. I can always cut back in the future and go back to my vegan diet. Besides, I know you like a guy with a gut."

I blushed slightly. "You're right, I do."

"So, do you like my gut?" He leaned back in his chair and pushed out his belly as far as he could, making it almost double in its small size.

I chuckled, my face growing even redder. I never understood how he could still make me blush after over a year together. I nodded. "Yes, I do."

He stood and stepped up next to me. He continued to rub his gut in my face, as he grinned down at me. "I know you do. And you know what else daddy knows?"

My cock twitched in my pants. I always loved when he referred to himself as "daddy". I brought up my hand and gave him small paunch a rub. "What's that?"

"Daddy knows you want to make his gut bigger." He ran a finger around the ring of his navel, which was outlined in his shirt. "Don't you, boy?"

I rubbed the erection growing in my pants. "Yes, sir." I whispered.

"What was that, boy? Daddy can't hear you."

"I said "yes, sir"." I said a little louder.

"None of that "sir" shit, boy. Do you want to feed me and make me belly bigger?"

"Yes, Daddy." I answered, now rubbing my face against his stomach.

He growled in anticipation as he began rubbing his own erection growing in his jeans. "Then why don't you start now?"

"Now, daddy?" I asked with surprise.

He hooked his finger under my chin and raised it until I was standing and facing him. He then grabbed a chicken leg from the KFC bucket and began chomping down on it. Within seconds he tossed the meatless chicken leg into the table, and with his mouth full said, "Feed your daddy, boy. Make my gut bigger. Make me fatter, baby."

That was when something awakened within me. A hunger of some sorts. A need. A need to satisfy my man and his hungry gut. But also a need to satisfy my desire to feed and fatten this man up as big as I could. I was going to give this man the biggest gut in town.

I lunged forward and planted a kiss on his lips, even though his mouth was still full of chicken. I didn't care. Feeding him meant that he was going to be messy, and I was going to have to get used to it. He stepped forward and pressed his firm gut against me. My hands roamed and pinched and squeezed every inch they could find. He groaned in response. After several moments he grabbed another chicken leg and chomped down on it furiously. At the same time, he took one of my hands and lowered it to his pants, where I felt his throbbing erection, and forming wet spot.

I smiled widely. In one swift motion I turned him pressed him back against the table, causing a loud clank of dishes as I did. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my face against the bulge in his pants. He twitched under my touch, his cock having always been sensitive.

He dropped the now second empty drumstick, and grabbed a chicken breast. Using one hand he plunged his face into the meat, while using his other hand to plunge my face against his meat. I didn't wait long to undo his pants and drag them to the floor. His dripping cock sprang up in my face to tell me hello. I have a smile before I took his rod into my mouth and dove all the way down to the base, his cock throbbed in my throat.

I sucked his cock for several while he snorted and moaned as he ate. Eventually he pulled me to my feet. His gut had bloated significantly, now twice its normal size without him pushing it out. He gave a groan and let out a deep BRRRRWWWAAARRRPP! His face was covered in chicken grease and bits of mashed potatoes. He began rapidly undoing my pants.

"I want you to fuck me, boy. Breed your fat daddy like there is no tomorrow."

My pants fell to the floor, allowing my own cock to jump up and slap into his gut. I gave him another kiss before I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it aside. Harry did the same, before he heaved himself onto the table and opened his legs to grant me access. He usually loved for me to go in dry, which was honestly quite fun to hear him holler. But tonight he grabbed the bowl of heavy, dipped his hand into it and then rubbed the warm substance onto my cock.

I gave him a curious look and he grinned widely, "if I'm going to be my boy's hog, then we're going to act like it during sex."

I didn't argue. I kissed him as I aimed my cock, then drove myself in. He let his head drop back as he moaned loudly with pleasure. Within seconds I was thrusting rapidly, driving my cock into his ass as deep as I could. He was propped up on his hands, making his gut bulge, while his legs were wrapped around me. I plowed him and fed him every remaining ounce of food. He even went as far as drinking the rest of the gravy. By the end of dinner, his gut was so bloated and covered in oil and grease that he looked like a stuffed turkey. This only made me fuck him harder.

"I'm going to make you so fat, babe. Everyone will be staring at your gut." I said before I groaned and released me seed into his ass. He moaned loudly in response as shot his own cum up onto his hairy belly without even touching himself.

That night we went to bed pretty exhausted, having given him another fuck during our shower.

By the time 7 months rolled around, his slightly bloated dadbod had ballooned out into a sphere of warm hairy flesh that stuck out over his waistline by a his 10 inches. It was odd, the rest of his body stayed relatively the same. But his gut had gotten huge. Hardly any of his clothes fit anymore. He was usually seen wearing a shirt that couldn't hair the remaining 4 inches of his gut, or no shirt at all.

We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie together, when he suddenly gasped. I looked over to see him holding his gut with his eyes slammed shut.

"Are you okay, babe?" I asked as I leaned over to him.

"I...I don't know," he said softly while he began rubbing his gut slowly in big circles. "I just... it felt as though something inside of me moved or kicked or something."

"Ha ha, stop joking around." I said as I turned back to the movie.

"No, I'm serious. I just-Ow!" He exclaimed as he clutched his gut again. "There.. it happened again! Look, feel!"

He grabbed my wrist and literally drug me across the sofa to his side. He pressed my hand against his exposed gut, and we waited. And waited. And waited. But nothing happened.

"Hmm, I don't feel anything," I said. But I gave a smirk as I began moving my hand around his bulging gut. "Well, other than a big sexy fat belly on my hog-"

"Ow!" He exclaimed again right as I felt a thump against my palm.

We both froze and stared at each other for a moment. As soon as he jumped at her another thump, I jumped to my feet and got dressed. I came back to help Harry up off the, his gut bumping into me as he stood. I grabbed his jacket and shoes. He used me for balance as I slipped on his sneakers for him, since he could no longer bend over and do it himself.

10 minutes later we were sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. Whatever was in Harry's gut had been kicking and moving so much, that he had had to get up and go to the restroom several times in order to relieve himself. By the time we were sitting in the patient room, the moment the nurse began asking questions we interrupted by just pleading for a doctor. The nurse tried to get answers out of us, but we were insistent that we would'nt give any unless it was to the doctor.

When a doctor finally did arrive, a middle aged man, with thick dark hair and graying on his chin and sideburns, we didn't know how to answer.

"You gave my nurse a hard time. What seems to be the problem today," he asked with folded arms. His voice smooth and calm.

Harry and I shared a look before Harry stood and opened his jacket, revealing his bulging round gut that will had the gaping 4 inches of hair flesh exposed. I took his jacket as he turned to the side and held his lower back with both hands. The doctor just looked at us both with a blank expression.

"So, you've put on weight and don't have any clothes that fit?" He jotted down a note onto his clipboard with a shake of his head. "I suggest you either diet, or buy bigger clothes."

"No, doctor, you don't understand," Harry said with his hands out. "This is serious. Earlier I felt something move inside me. We both felt something pushing around in my gut. Whatever it is it keeps movies and I don't know what it is."

The doctor raised a brow and continued to stare, specifically at Harry's protruding gut. I could tell that he didn't want to say we were crazy, but he was thinking it. I stood. "Doc, we're serious. Something moved in his gut. We don't know what it was, but we-"

"Ow!" Harry exclaimed as he practically doubled over while clutching his gut.

That was when the doctor stood rapidly. "How long have you been experiencing this?"

"Just.. today." Harry panted heavily as he stood back to us full height.

"Very well, please lay down on the examination table. Let me have a look." He directed Harry over and propped the table up for Harry to sit back. Once Harry was seated, the doctor put on some gloves and proceeded to lift Harry's shirt. Now seeing it fully exposed, the doctor shook his head in disbelief. "Whoof, you've gotten rather big haven't you."

"Well," Harry said while looking at his gut, then the doctor, then at me as he took me hand. "It's kind of an activity of ours. My partner here likes a man with a big gut, so I thought I'd entertain the idea and let him fatten me up."

My face went red as the doctor looked at me. "I see." He said as he proceeded to gently push on Harry's gut, feeling around and examining his size. "Well, I'd say he's done a great job and that you-"

"Ow!" Harry exclaimed once again as he clutched his belly.

"Ah, there we are." The doc said after feeling the thump. He stepped back and took off his gloves. He then sat back on his stool and jotted more notes. He then looked at us both more seriously before his spoke. "Now, then. You're going to think I'm crazy when I tell you this, and you'll have plenty of questions. I'll do my best to answer them. Are you ready?"

Harry and I shared a look. He took me hand once again before we nodded.

"Very well," the doctor said as he set his clipboard dish and clasped his hands once again. "You're pregnant, Mr. Cross. What you're feeling is in fact, the baby kicking and moving within you. With you saying how long you've felt these movements, and by the size of your gut, I'd say you're about seven months along."

We were stunned. No words could come to my mind. I was full on speechless. We just stared at one another, then down at my lover's gut, then back at each other once again. It was Harry who broke our silence first.

"Preg... pregnant? I can't be pregnant. How is that even possible?"

"Well, it's a side effect with the covid vaccine." The doctor stated.

I grew confused. "How can that be? I got the vaccine, and he's had sex with me on several different occasions. I'm not pregnant. How can he be?"

"I'm guessing you got one of the more recent versions of it, Mr. Whittle. Mr. Cross here must have gotten a dose from the first doses that were released. Not all of them were initially used. And this isn't the first case. We've had several reports over the last couple years of men getting pregnant after getting their vaccine."

"But, if that's possible, why is it that we've never heard of it?" Harry asked while rubbing his gut.

"Well, we've been keeping it on the hush hush. Anyone that works on a hospital has signed a waver stating they will not reveal this to the public, and only to those that experience this condition. It's a lot of legal forms. And usually, anyone you tell won't believe you. So, we don't worry about that. We just ask that when the time comes, you either do an at home birth, or come to the hospital. Because before you leave, you will need to sign some legal documents stating that you won't attempt to reveal this to the public until after it's been released for public knowledge."

"This is ridiculous," I said as the doctor stood. "What makes you think we would-"

"Oooh," Harry groaned as we watched his gut shift with our apparent child inside. He grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes. Just by the look on his face I knew what he wanted.

I turned and put my free hand on his hairy belly. "Fine, I'll sign the documents."

"As will I," Harry said.

Once the doctor had left and it was just the two of us, we stared at his bulging gut.

"So," I began hesitantly. "We're... going to have a kid... We're-"

"Going to be parents," Harry said, finishing my sentence for me. We paused for a moment more before he looked me in the eyes once again. "We're going to be parents."

"We're going to be parents," I echoed.

"You're my Baby Daddy," he said with a smile and I chuckled.

"And you're thing to be a real daddy." I stated as I rubbed his forearm.

"We're going to be parents," he said once again in return. I just leaned down and kissed him. We then both looked down at his belly and rubbed it together as we laughed happily.