chapter 1

Brianne sat down to type out her next chapter. A recent trip to New York had left her with plenty of inspiration for her newest romance novel. Unfortunately her inspiration was there, and she was here in Los Angeles.

She took a gulp of her coffee as the phone rang. "Wonder who that is?" she said to her lovebird, as she walked across the room and grabbed the phone.

Her heart beat faster when she looked at caller ID. Dave.

"Hi baby, how are you?" she gushed into the receiver. Oh man, so much for playing it cool.

"I need to talk to you." His voice was shaking.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Fear shot through her. Was he sick?

"I don't know how to tell you this...I'm...maybe you should turn on your news..."

"Oh my God, did something happen in New York?" She grabbed her remote control and switched on the TV.

"Tonight at 11", the reporter yelled, "A rash of pregnant men...you heard that right folks, pregnant men, and what might have caused this epidemic. Global warming, women taking better care of themselves..."

"I blame feminists!"

"That from Senate minority leader John Boehner...."

"You're not saying..." Brianne started.

"Yeah, I am", he gasped, "I'm pregnant."

She dropped the phone.

"Oh my God."

Picking it up quickly, she took a deep breath. "How did this happen?"

"You were here six weeks ago, you know exactly how it happened!" he shouted. "You sound like a dude!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"I think I should get rid of it. A pregnant man, what would my life be like?" he sobbed.

"Hey, hey, please don't do that. I don't want to lose you, and I don't want to lose our baby. The first thing you're going to do is go to the doctor..."

"I already have", he whispered.

"Okay, well find out if you're safe to fly. If you can, you're getting on the first plane to L.A. I'll get a job I'll...take care of you. I promise."

It was the next day that she met him the airport. Dave was never thin, and he had added 30 pounds so far in their feeder relationship.

"Oh baby." He stood there, looking so downcast in sweats that were getting tighter by the moment. She threw her arms around him.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

She cupped his face and looked into his eyes. "I'm sure. Now come home with me...you need your rest."

The next month was a round of awkward doctor visits.

Her doctor looked him over. "Since he's already so...fat, I'm sorry, but that's the right word, he only needs to put on another 20-30 pounds tops with the baby." The doctor gave him a dirty look from head to toe.

"First of all, he's not...what you said. Second, that doesn't seem like nearly enough", Brianne said.

Dave sat on the table, swinging his legs, looking awkwardly between the two women.

"I don't care if anyone thinks he's fat...I want a healthy man and a healthy baby at the end of this", Brianne insisted.

"40 tops", the doctor corrected.

"Am I allowed to have some say in my own body?!" Dave shouted, "You're discussing me like I was a farm animal!"

"Hormones", the doctor said, rolling her eyes, "I'll meet you out by the desk."

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I don't mean it that way", Brianne said, cuddling Dave. "I know how hard this is."

"No, you don't."

"Okay, you're right, I don't. But you're not alone. I love you."

"I love you too." They hugged, and he dressed. After they checked out, Brianne stopped at the grocery store on the way home.

"I don't care what she says, honey, I want you to eat as much as you want. I want you to get fat with this baby, I know you're supposed to be fat..."

"But how will I..." he started to protest.

"You let me worry about everything." She kissed his forehead.

In the grocery store, for every apple Brianne picked up, Dave picked up a box of cookies, a bag of chips, or some donuts.

She tried not to be thrilled he was going to keep gaining while carrying their child.

They spent a fortune on two full carts, but got home, and Brianne got him tucked into bed.

"Just grow for me, that's your only job", she said, kissing his belly.

She pulled the covers up to his chin and went to the kitchen to make him dinner.

Over the months, Brianne measured Dave's belly every day to make sure he was growing with the child, and also because it make them both crazy horny. They both wanted him fatter, and now he was growing fat with her baby inside him. Brianne would orgasm sometimes just thinking about it. He would make a wonderful father.

"I'm home!" she called, coming through the door one day.

"In", he squeaked, "Here."

"Oh my God, baby!" He was doubled over on the floor. "What happened?"

"I don't know. Are we losing the baby?" he asked, frantic.