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You had no choice but to sneak out of the office, telling a colleague that your husband was in labor. The colleague shrugged and agreed to make up something about you needing to meet an offsite client for the afternoon.

You did 10 kilometres over the speed limit down the highway, hoping to shave off a couple of minutes to get to the hospital. You called Shayne, hoping he made it to the hospital in one piece too. You could hear him groaning and puffing with each growing contraction.

"Babe, these contractions are - mmm - getting closer." Shayne sighed as another contraction peaked.

"I'm 15 minutes away, think you can hold on until then?" you ask.

"Ahh, I don't know babe.." Shayne pulls the phone away to scream as another contraction builds up and peaks.

"Alright, just.. I don't know, clench your ass. I'll be there as quick as I can. Love you, babe!" you say as you hang up the phone.

You throttle the accelerator, hoping to get there are soon as you can.

****

You dash to the birthing unit and see your husband laying in the bed, panting, sweating and red. You see that he's only covered with a hospital blanket - clearly the gown either felt uncomfortable or didn't fit.

Shayne didn't hear or see you coming in, as he was so focused on his next contraction.

"Alright Shayne, on the next contraction, I want you to push as hard as you can." the midwife says. Shayne moans as he feels the next contraction come over very quickly.

"Ah, Mason, we were worried you were going to miss the birth of your first son. Stand here and rub Shayne's back." another nurse quietly says as she helps you sit near Shayne.

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Same guy from before, now fully locked in the last second of crowning.

His legs are yanked high and wide, big pregnant belly still heavy above, and right under his hard cock his asshole is stretched to the absolute limit — gaping, throbbing, bulging hard under the pressure. The rim is stretched so tight it’s shiny and red, internal walls already visible as the head is right there, about to tear through. Skin glistening with sweat and lube, balls pulled tight, the whole lower half trembling from the strain of holding that massive stretch open. Pure raw, filthy final moment before it finally pushes out.

You had no choice but to sneak out of the office, telling a colleague that your husband was in labor. The colleague shrugged and agreed to make up something about you needing to meet an offsite client for the afternoon.

You did 10 kilometres over the speed limit down the highway, hoping to shave off a couple of minutes to get to the hospital. You called Shayne, hoping he made it to the hospital in one piece too. You could hear him groaning and puffing with each growing contraction.

"Babe, these contractions are - mmm - getting closer." Shayne sighed as another contraction peaked.

"I'm 15 minutes away, think you can hold on until then?" you ask.

"Ahh, I don't know babe.." Shayne pulls the phone away to scream as another contraction builds up and peaks.

"Alright, just.. I don't know, clench your ass. I'll be there as quick as I can. Love you, babe!" you say as you hang up the phone.

You throttle the accelerator, hoping to get there are soon as you can.

****

You dash to the birthing unit and see your husband laying in the bed, panting, sweating and red. You see that he's only covered with a hospital blanket - clearly the gown either felt uncomfortable or didn't fit.

Shayne didn't hear or see you coming in, as he was so focused on his next contraction.

"Alright Shayne, on the next contraction, I want you to push as hard as you can." the midwife says. Shayne moans as he feels the next contraction come over very quickly.

"Ah, Mason, we were worried you were going to miss the birth of your first son. Stand here and rub Shayne's back." another nurse quietly says as she helps you sit near Shayne.

A white Volkswagen Polo came into the covered area. Nothing suspicious, just a regular car. However, it took a couple of seconds between the car stopping and the driver's door opening. Upon the door opening, I could see a guy slowly getting out of the car. He seemed normal from the back - if anything, it was a bit unusual that he had one hand supporting his back while his other hand held the door. When he turned towards the fuel pumps, that's when my eyes widened.

His belly was massive. It looked like a blimp jutting its way out of his abdomen. It was shocking because otherwise his body appeared pretty normal. He didn't have a whole lot of muscle - if anything, he looked relatively lithe if it wasn't for the belly. He seemed to grunt as he waddled, not walked, to the pumps and grabbed the Unleaded 98 pump.

As he turned back around to open his fuel cap, I took in the whole sight. His belly seemed lower and wider than normal. It also seemed pretty solid, not flabby like most of the truckers who come through the station. He also seemed to have a slightly wider waist than normal. I guess his body has adjusted to the solid weight in his belly? Weird... oh shit! He saw me! I quickly turned away and tried to look busy at the counter.

The doorbell rang as the sliding door opened a couple of minutes later. I looked up and saw the guy slowly make his way towards the counter. I felt my face turn red in embarrassment over my gawking of his body. However, I couldn't help but notice the positioning of his hands. He had one hand supporting his back, while his other hand rested on the bottom of his belly. His belly seemed to stick out from under his tank top he was wearing. I truly couldn't believe it.

"Uh, hi. I'm number 2." the man said as he got to the counter.

"Hi there.. uhh, yes, the only customer I see here." I tried to be funny to lighten the mood, but he didn't seem to be in a laughing mood. His face looked exhausted. He had bags under his eyes, clearly looking like he had not slept well, or at all, in days. And I swear I could see something move in his belly...

He quietly grunted as he moved his hand across his belly as I typed on the keyboard to confirm his total amount. Weird...

"Alright, so that comes to $84.59. Do you have a loyalty card with us to get 4 cents a litre off?"

"No..." the guy quietly said, as if he was trying to hold in a groan.

"Sir, are you okay?" I was slightly worried that he was about to scream in pain.

"No, I'm fine. It's just... nothing. I don't have a loyalty card."

"Ok, no worries." I didn't buy his answer, but didn't want to push it. "Pay by card?"

"Yes, please." He slowly grabbed his phone to pay for the petrol. As the card machine dinged to confirm his payment, he slowly began to waddle out of the store, one hand again resting on his back. He clearly wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, so I didn't even worry about asking if he wanted the receipt.

I sat at the counter and watched him slowly get back into his car. He took a deep breath just as he was about to get into the car, as if he was psyching himself up to sit back down, rubbing the side of his belly. After 30 seconds, he was back in his car and quickly drove away.

***

A couple of months later, on another night shift, I saw a white Volkswagen Polo drive in. As the driver's door opened, I saw a slender man get out of the car. Is that... oh my god, that's the guy with the blimp belly! But it's.. gone?