Malcolm, Part 13

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Summary: Malcolm has a unique ability. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, stuffing, weight gain, butt expansion, pregnancy.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Christian still wasn’t sure why he had decided to attend Jim’s wedding. They weren’t close. Hell, they hardly knew each other. But he couldn’t deny he was extremely curious about the whole affair. Jim was heavily pregnant with his best man’s baby while trying to keep it a secret from his wife-to-be. The whole thing just sounded like a mess.

As he watched the ceremony, Christian could not help doing some thinking from a clinical standpoint.

In some ways, it felt like an uncomfortable look into his own future.

Of course, Christian was only just starting to show, himself. He was hardly out of the first trimester.

But Jim was at term. Perhaps even beyond it. And he also happened to be the groom. The man was sweating bullets.

Despite how wrong it all seemed, Christian did try to empathize. Jim was overwhelmed, hormonal, perhaps even in love with his wife — Lily was her name. He was probably in shambles, mentally, and lacking the fortitude to tell Lily the truth. Maybe he just couldn’t handle losing her.

All the same, this was wrong.

Christian was sitting toward the back, but he could see everything quite clearly. He studied Jim’s form in the tuxedo he was wearing as the bride joined him at the altar.

Though Jim did look quite large and unnatural, his pregnancy wasn’t as blatantly obvious as it had been at the support group meetings. He seemed to be wearing some sort of compression garment under his clothing. That couldn’t be good for the baby.

And even with the compression garment, Jim still looked huge. Fat, out of shape, and rather abnormal. As though he had an enormous beer belly bloated and quavering under his tux.

The tuxedo was straining. It hardly seemed to be holding together around Jim’s body.

The best man was watching Jim closely. It was just too intent to not be unusual, if someone was really paying attention.

Jim was struggling just standing there, breathing heavily, looking exhausted, like he was suffocating, his face flushed and continuing to pour sweat. Sometimes he fidgeted with his jacket, as though wanting to pull it off of him.

Undeniably he was overheated. His chest looked puffy. That was normal. Food coming in for the baby. It meant Jim was ready to have this thing. His hormones would be raging; demanding induction. It was not unusual for the stress of everything to cause growth spurts and braxton hicks. Jim’s appetite would be surging; just outrageous and absurd. Men needed a lot of calories to make up for the fat they didn’t have naturally.

Belly growth spurts was also normal as men approached labor. As the fetus migrated lower in the body, it bulged out more prominently in men, as a consequence of their narrower pelvises. Every calorie the father consumed shot straight to the abdomen, where energy was needed to facilitate the labor process.

Jim almost looked as if he could be in the throes of it. His body was puffing up, looking as though it was inflating.

One of his buttons pulled apart. Only a few members of the wedding party took notice of it. Jim tried to laugh it off. His hand moved down to cup his belly, but he hesitated. He put his arm to his side.

He focused his gaze on his bride, who was smiling tearfully back at him. She looked so happy. Lily was blonde and beautiful, her long hair flowing down her back. How could she not have realized Jim was pregnant? Christian knew they didn’t live together, but she had to be in denial, or just delusional. She simply had to know something was up.

Jim was flushed and straining, just trying to get through the ceremony. He nodded to what the officiate was saying, but Christian got the sense Jim wasn’t hearing anything.

“Nerves,” Jim choked out after Lily quietly inquired about something.

Several people in the audience chuckled good-naturedly. Yes, Jim was just a basket of nerves. Red and sweating, looking like he might burst. Nerves indeed. He was about to be married.

Christian could tell Jim was just trying to get through the ceremony. When Jim leaned down for the kiss, he nearly collapsed against his bride.

Then she was crying more happy tears. Jim was crying too, a pained look on his face. Everyone applauded. Christian continued to scrutinize the scene.

He honestly wasn’t sure whether or not Jim had been induced via recent copulation with the father. Jim’s body could have simply been overreacting to the pheromones, what with the father — the best man — being in such close proximity, and at such a late stage in the pregnancy.

The only thing Christian was certain of was that Jim’s baby wanted out. Jim looked truly uncomfortable, and Christian was honestly impressed that he'd made it through the whole ceremony.

Within the hour, the party proceeded to the reception hall on the ground floor. Soon the bride and groom were cutting the cake, the groom’s hand rather shaky.

“Are you okay?” Lily whispered to Jim after they cut the first slice. Then the caterers took over, separating the cake into dozens of pieces and distributing it to the guests.

Jim nodded and gave her a reassuring, if pained, smile.

As Lily beamed happily around and chatted with approaching family members, Jim dug into cake with little reservation, eating almost frantically, only pausing after his third slice when he had to catch his breath. He alternated between panting and stuffing down more forkfuls of the decadent dessert. At times, Lily would throw him looks of concern, her smile falling slightly.

“Jim,” she hissed. Christian was seated a few yards away, but he was quite good at reading lips.

Jim looked as though he was struggling to breathe. Suddenly, his hands shot down to grip his abdomen, which had only swollen more, and could no longer be hidden. Compression garment or not, he was sporting a round, firm belly. It looked the size of a basketball, bulging unnaturally from his frame. He groaned and rubbed it desperately, his sweaty face almost a puce color.

His tuxedo actually started to tear! The people nearest to him ogled.

Christian got up and went over. Jim was slumped in his seat, looking completely out of it as he cradled his huge belly.

“I’m a doctor,” Christian responded to the puzzled looks sent his way.

“I think he’s sick,” cried Lily. She leaned close to to her new husband. “Honey, did you eat something weird? You know you have your sensitivities.”

“I need to examine him,” said Christian, quietly but emphatically. “Can someone help me get him into another room? You.” He deliberately nodded to the best man. “Grab his other arm.”

“Oh my gosh.” The bride was getting hysterical. “What should I do?”

“Wait here.” Christian forced what he hoped to be a comforting smile. “He’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine. Just give me a few minutes with him.” With that, he and the best man lugged Christian off to a room adjacent to the banquet hall. They helped Jim onto a couch there, and stood back to regard the fidgeting man as he huffed and puffed and clasped at his taut, swelling abdomen. Jim’s jacket pulled apart, revealing the tearing shirt beneath it.

“What’s your name?” Christian asked the best man.

“Ted,” the best man responded, never taking his eyes off Jim. He then sat on the couch with him, placing one of his hands on Jim’s shoulder and his other hand on Jim’s abdomen.

“Have you induced him yet?” Christian asked.

Ted’s face snapped up. He gave Christian a startled look. “What?” he managed.

Why was he playing dumb? “Have you had sex with him?” Christian stated bluntly. “Recently? As in, the past few days?”

Ted looked truly alarmed. As if their affair hadn’t already been obvious. He stammered but produced no coherent words.

Jim groaned, gripping his shirt as his belly inched yet farther outward. The cotton tore right down the middle, revealing his mound as it jerked oddly while wrapped in tight fabric. Some sort of compression vest.

“Get that thing off of him,” Christian muttered, but as he reached for the compression garment, it had already started to tear, no longer capable of accommodating Jim’s packed belly.

Ted looked daunted, his gaze glued to the orb.

Jim gave an anguished hum, and the garment split apart. His belly shoved forward, even bigger than it had appeared. The orb was massive, visibly lurching and quaking. Christian could hardly conceive how it had fit in his suit in the first place.

“This has progressed too far,” Christian muttered, shaking his head as he watched Jim writhe and groan. “You need to induce him.”

Ted looked aghast. “You want me to —?”

“Have sex with him.” Christian put it plainly.

Ted looked severely overwhelmed, his eyes again glued to Jim’s flushed, sweaty, pulsing belly. “It’s his fucking wedding day,” he choked out.

Jim whimpered as he made a feeble attempt to reach for his groin, his dick clearly erect as it strained against his dress pants. But somehow he couldn’t even reach past the growth of his belly. His hand only made it as far as falling fruitlessly at his hip and thigh, as he moaned and whimpered and whined in frustration, arching his back. He was panting like a dog in heat. His hands moved up to tear off the remainders of his suit, freeing his burning skin from confinement. Christian watched as a small but supple pair of breasts were exposed, heaving in the wifebeater Jim had on.

“I’m trying to avoid a medical emergency,” Christian insisted. “It’s too much pressure too fast. The uterus could rupture if this keeps up.”

“Godddd…” Jim groaned as his belly gave a particularly forceful shudder. His jaw clenched as he caught his breath, him and Ted staring at each other, both of them looking lost.

Christian took a step back. “I’ll leave you two alone.” And then he left the room, hoping the two men did what they had to. This was such an absurd scenario, his mind felt scrambled. How could Jim let things go so far? Christian was so absorbed in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice the bride’s approach until she was right in front of him.

“Is he okay?” she demanded. “What’s going on?”

The world came back into focus. Christian’s heart was pounding. He didn’t know what to say to Lily. It just wasn’t his place. But then, someone had to tell her.

“There’s…there’s something you should know,” Christian started.

There was screaming in the next room.

“Jim!?” shrieked Lily. She pushed past Christian and stormed into the room, freezing at what she saw.

Christian stepped inside after her.

Jim was naked except for the shredded remains of his jacket and shirt hanging around his shoulders. He was on his knees on the couch cushions, gripping the back of the couch as he arched and wailed, his massive, swollen belly on display, his breasts looking even rounder than before, and his ass plump and strained. His belly was obvious and evident, naked and huge. There could be no denying it. This was real.

Lily’s eyelids fluttered. Christian managed to grab hold of her shoulders just before she fainted.

Ted was hurriedly buttoning up his pants. “Is she okay?”

Christian threw him an incredulous look. “Call an ambulance,” he said as he carefully lowered her to the floor.

“Lily?” Jim stammered, breathing erratically as tears poured down his cheeks, his hands clutching his pulsating belly. “Is she – oh…oh god,” he choked, groaning and arching as another contraction shuddered through his abdomen.

Ted was staring dumbly.

“Ambulance. Now!” Christian repeated, snapping Ted out of his reverie.

“R-right,” said Ted as he pulled out his phone.

It proved to be quite the ceremony.

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