Emilios Done Everything In His Power To Hide His Pregnancy From His Mother. Ever Since He Was Little,

Emilio’s done everything in his power to hide his pregnancy from his mother. Ever since he was little, she told him and his siblings that she refuses to raise any more children… and that, if any of them ever gets pregnant while living under her roof, they may as well pack their bags.

After raising four kids on her own, and struggling to make ends meet, she’s dedicated more than enough of her time and energy to rearing children. Her little ones are all in their late-teens and twenties. Unfortunately, after all this time, she hasn’t had a change of heart… and Emilio is the only one who hasn’t flown from the nest.

It’s been a tough four months, with the extreme effort that he’s put into pretending that there’s not a little human-parasite creature growing inside him… and, even then, he’s lucky to have gone this long without spoiling the secret.

Emilio’s a thin guy… always has been… and his symptoms are pretty extreme. His belly started showing just a couple of weeks into his pregnancy, he’s been gaining loads and loads of weight, eating like a work-horse, and sick with “the flu” for ages. His mom thinks he’s just hit another growth spurt… that his pituitary gland is going crazy, and making him sick… but if she knew about the secret laundry basket in his room — full of oversized shirts and sweatpants — and the anti-nausea pills that he’s hidden around the house, she’d lose her mind.

There’s no way he’d be able to explain the medication to her, or justify his stash of paternity clothes, or give her a plausible reason for why his gut is so big and round. It would take a lot more than just a big appetite to make her son… her scrawny little ‘Milio, with a head full of curls… put on a gut like that.

It’s only a matter of time before his body betrays him, and reveals the truth… and now, all he can do until then is start packing his stuff, and wait for the other shoe to drop.

I looked up to my Uncle Miguel when I was younger. He was this hardcore biker guy, who was always getting into trouble, and always on the go. One day, he’d be in Florida, and the next he’d be somewhere in Texas, and then in California. I hardly ever saw him in person, but every time he’d come back up north to visit, it was like I finally had a big sibling to play with.

Growing up as an only child, I always wanted to have a brother or sister. I wanted someone to play, joke, laugh, argue, and fight with… just like Dad and Uncle Miguel did with each other... which is why I’ll never forget the day when Miguel came to my house to tells us all that he was pregnant.

I was only about six or seven when Miguel shared the good news. He was already a few months along… I don’t know how many… and, when my mom let him into the house, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He’d always do that whenever he made a “pit stop” — that’s what he used to call his visits to us. Take his shirt off, sling it over one of the handlebars on his bike, rev up the engine a few times, and walk up to the door like a badass. It was awesome every time! I remember that his belly was the first thing I saw when he walked in… like it was trying to beat him into the house… and his belly button looked like my favorite cinnamon roll cereal.

My mom started screaming with excitement as soon as she saw him, and immediately sent me away to my room. Neither her or my dad told me why Uncle Miguel’s belly had gotten so big… but I already knew what was going on. I couldn’t believe that my uncle, who’d been like an older brother to me, was having a baby of his own… and, even better, I couldn’t believe that I was finally getting that sibling that I always wanted… or, something close to it. In my heart, I just knew that Uncle Miguel was going to stay with us while he waited for the stork to pop his belly open and give him that baby… but he didn’t. After listening to all of the laughter and excitement through my bedroom door, and pressing my ear to the wood for what felt like forever, Miguel just… left. He said his goodbyes to my parents and got back on his motorcycle, without coming to say goodbye to me.

After that night, it seemed like his pit-stops became less and less frequent… and I had to watch my cousin grow up through the screens on my parents’ phones. It took me years and years to get over it, and come to terms with the fact that I’ll probably be an only child forever… but I never forgot that day.

My dad’s been pregnant with my little brother for what feels like ages now. I swear, with my senior year of high school finally coming to an end, it has to have been at least a year since he and my step-mom conceived the little dude. Ever since he told me that I was going to be a big sibling — the one piece of news that I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear — he’s had this weird, overly-determined attitude… like he refuses to let his pregnancy get the better of him. I just don’t get it.

Despite the fact that he’s only nine short weeks away from giving birth, he’s still adamant about working hard — unwilling to sit down and give his body the rest that it needs. No matter how much his doctor tells him to take some time to relax everyday, and let nature take its course, he never heeds their warning. “A sitting man is a useless man.” He always says. “I’m not useless… just pregnant.”

He’s been outside all afternoon, fixing and re-installing the porch light by the front door. The man who can’t even get up from the couch without taking my hand and counting to ten… the man who needs therapeutic belly rubs, just to fall asleep comfortably… is currently up on a tall ladder, playing around with electricity… all because he refuses to swallow his pride and let my step-mom hire a professional repair guy. Here I am, watching him from the ground, making sure that he doesn’t topple over, and injure himself again. Man… look at that belly. Dad’s huge!

Ted’s always loved the way that his navel piercing looks, nestled nicely inside the rim of his shallow belly-hole. The extra pizazz and flare that it gives him is practically unparalleled. No matter where he goes, or what he’s doing, if he happens to be shirtless, all of the guys are staring at it. His bellybutton is so special… so shiny.

It was his navel piercing that got him pregnant in the first place. That faithful night, out on the beach. The handsome, nameless stranger, who couldn’t keep their hands, their nose, or their tongue away from the silver ring. They loved the way that it smelled when they sniffed it… a “wonderful stink,” they said it had. They enjoyed licking it, and flicking their tongue against the tender, sensitive flesh of Ted’s filthy navel. They had fun, tugging at the skin-safe steel bar for what seemed like a blissful eternity, and making it turn red with irritation. Oh, how sweet and new the sensation was.

That night was surely the night that Ted got knocked up… all thanks to his gorgeous navel ring.

As his belly continues to change and grow, Ted dreads the faithful day when his belly will be too big, and the skin around his navel too tight, to safely hold his piercing in place any longer. Soon, he’ll have to remove it, and clean the filth from the empty hole. No more strange tongues licking at it, for a quick taste. No more unfamiliar noses giving it a sniff, to revel in its unique stench. No more sticky fingers, pulling the metal bar out of pace. No more… being special.

Arnold had been eagerly anticipating the night of his school's annual Mr.SuperSenior Pageant for weeks. The excitement that filled the academic hallways was palpable as the male seniors prepared to showcase their unique talents and raise money for local charities. For Arnold, this event held a special significance, as he had been diligently practicing his talent act in his bedroom for hours.

His chosen act was a funny dance routine, to the tune of "Papa Don't Preach" by his favorite pop icon, Madonna… something that should’ve come to him very naturally… however, he faced a challenge that none of his peers could relate to — he was the only pregnant guy in his entire grade… forced to carry his little brother as a surrogate for his parents, who were reaching their mid-50s.

As Arnold wiggled and twirled to the music, in front of his makeshift curtain backdrop, he couldn't help but notice how his expanding belly was making it increasingly challenging to execute the moves flawlessly.

An ex-cheerleader for his school's Spirit Squad, he was used to nailing every move with precision and grace. But now, with a heavy baby bump impeding him, his dance routine had become more of a comedic struggle than a graceful performance.

Despite his initial frustration, he understood that the essence of the Mr.SuperSenior Pageant was laced with humor — blending the elements of sophisticated pageantry with a touch of comedy. After struggling with his routine, Arnold soon came to see his pregnancy as a unique advantage that would undoubtedly add an extra layer of humor to his act. Embracing his individuality, he was eager to steal the show with his unconventional performance, one screw up at a time.

Gordon and Elise strolled through the aisles of the local supermarket, their shopping cart filled with essentials for the week ahead, and a few extra treats.

As they reached the middle of the cereal and granola aisle, Gordon winced, his hand instinctively grasping at his enlarged belly, as the pain and bloating had finally become too much, paralyzing him in place.

He’d been experiencing the highs and lows of surrogate pregnancy for nearly seven months, and the discomfort was something he’d grown accustomed to. Ever since he had agreed to be a surrogate for his sister and brother-in-law — carrying twins for them — his body just hadn't been the same. He had become incredibly prone to bouts of extreme gas, which were not only uncomfortable, excruciating, and smelly, but downright embarrassing… and, as time creeped on, the pain in his back and hips was only becoming more unbearable, making it hard for him to stand upright. It felt like a storm was brewing inside him, threatening to explode at any moment.

Elise's eyes widened in concern as she realized what was happening — he was backed up with gas again, and unable to walk. Without hesitation, she pulled Gordon to a secluded spot in the aisle and stood behind him. Passersby stole curious glances at the unusual sight of the couple… but Elise paid no attention to the stares, her focus solely on alleviating Gordon's pain.

With practiced hands, she lifted his shirt, exposing his swollen belly to the other shoppers… her touch gentle and reassuring. The severity of his bloating was visible from outside of his womb — his taut skin looking as solid as a boulder, and the tiny bubble of air bulging from below his navel. Elise began to massage big, soothing circles into the sides of his belly, her palms firm yet tender. She knew how to alleviate the blockages in his back and hips, gently rubbing in circular motions to ease the trapped gas down and out.

As she massaged his belly, a sense of calm washed over Gordon, his tense muscles slowly relaxing under her touch.

Suddenly, a loud, thunderous noise reverberated through the aisle, causing a few nearby shoppers to turn their heads in surprise. Elise didn't flinch; she knew what was coming. With a mix of pride and amusement, she watched as Gordon tensed every muscle in his body, and released a monumental fart that echoed off the shelves.

The stench hit her like a tidal wave, strong and sour, but she didn't bat an eye. After months of being his rock during the ups and downs of pregnancy, a fart like that was nothing to Elise. She chuckled softly, unfazed by the noxious cloud that surrounded them…