Derek Ch. 1

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Derek

By

Brimmingbelly04

Chapter One

When Derek woke very early in the morning needing to use the bathroom, he wasn't the least bit surprised. Over the past thirty-nine and a half weeks, he'd unfortunately grown accustomed to needing to go more and more often. It'd been months since he'd last made it through a night without getting up twice to pee but this time, it was the need to empty his bowels that woke him. Or so he thought…

It wasn't that Derek had expected pregnancy to be fun or easy, it was more so he hadn't expected it to get this hard. So much had changed, even the simplest things, such as where he slept. As such, he was over being pregnant.

To keep from sweating through the sheets and to have enough room for himself and their son, Derek had taken to sleeping in the guest room. That meant he didn't have to worry about disturbing his wife, Liv, as he got up, but he was still mindful to do so slowly and carefully. He had to be… Once he was on his swollen feet and his hands were bracing his strained lower back, Derek lumbered out to the bathroom across the hall.

By no means was the trip long, but it made him miss sleeping in his room, where the bathroom was practically right next to the bed. Having a bed (sort of) to himself, made the extra waddle worth it though. Derek of course loved Liv, and usually loved sleeping with her, but sometime back around the eighth month of his pregnancy, sharing a bed with his wife got to be too much…

Liv couldn't keep her hands off him, which had he not been getting bigger, heavier and a little warmer by the day, he would've quite enjoyed. Not only that, but Derek's petite wife had taken over the role of "big spoon," a role he'd proudly held till then. Fortuantely/unfortunately, neither of them were doing any spooning anymore because now if they wanted some semblance of a good night's rest, they needed to sleep apart.

"You keeping me from sleeping with your Mommy, ain't cool, kid…" Derek quietly chided his son as he gently closed the bathroom door behind him.

As soon as he turned the light on, he squinted. Though his eyes were almost shut, he was still able to catch sight of himself in the mirror, bringing him to a ponderous stop standing sideways in front of the sink.

"Jesus…" the thirty-four year old grumbled as he shook his head. "You turning me into a whale ain't too cool either!"

Comparing himself to such a massive mammal was obviously an exaggeration, but if Derek's pre-pregnancy appearance was taken into account, it wasn't much of one. Before agreeing to getting pregnant after Liv had tried to several times herself, the 5'10" tall man had been in pretty decent shape for someone his age, who hadn't put too much time or effort into keeping fit. Oh, how things had changed… While it hadn't been anything to write home about, Derek would've killed to have his former body now.

Back when he'd been inseminated, he'd weighed in at a relatively trim 176 lbs. At last check, he was up to 228. Derek had been expecting to only gain some thirty or so pounds over the course of his pregnancy, but he'd far exceeded that. Reason being, was that he and Liv's yet to be named son, was expected to weigh a whopping 12 lbs when he was born! As a result, the majority of the weight Derek gained had gone to his midsection, though a slight layer of fat had been deposited just about everywhere else. His ass and legs had also thickened with added muscle but simply put, Derek was pretty much all belly.

Coming to have such a big one made just about everything challenging. Each and every aspect of Derek's life had been affected by his increasingly round, heavy and bloated middle, from how hard it'd gotten to put on shoes, to having sex with Liv. Nothing was easy anymore and hardly a moment passed when Derek didn't begrudge having come to be so pregnant.

If there was anything "good" about all the gaining, growing and bloating he'd done, it was that only some of it had affected his chest. Derek was extremely relieved he hadn't ended up one of those guys who grew huge breasts while they carried… He still had pecs, they were just bigger and fuller now. His nipples had grown some too but fortunately, not to an alarming degree, helping him maintain some of his still increasingly waning dignity and masculinity. All that being said, Derek's relative lack of chest growth made his belly look that much bigger and needless to say, it didn't need the help!

"Ugh…" he groaned as he waddled on towards the toilet.

While Liv surprisingly enjoyed it, Derek hated the way he looked. He hated how he felt too, physically and mentally. He was of course happy and excited to be starting his family, but notably less enthused the task had fallen on him, especially to such a degree… Somehow, he knew had Liv gotten (and stayed) pregnant, the baby she carried wouldn't have grown to be such a whopper!

After becoming one, Derek seemed to see pregnant men everywhere. Naturally, most were at the "Daddy-To-Be " class he and Liv attended every Thursday evening, some of whom he'd become friends with. When they started attending the classes, Derek hoped one of the other "daddies" would be straight, but all of them were gay. This didn't bother him other than it meant they couldn't exactly relate, making him feel like a big, straight, expectant unicorn of sorts, with a (literally) heavy emphasis on the "big" part.

Because he ended up being almost all belly, by the time Derek reached six and a half months, people already started to assume he was close to being due. By the time he reached seven, he started getting asked if he was having twins?! If Liv wasn't around and his pregnancy came up with someone he didn't know, most assumed Derek and "his husband" must be "so excited!" or something along those lines…

Again, he had no qualms with gay people or culture, but the pregnant straight man couldn't deny people assuming he had a husband and that he was "the bottom," wasn't yet another blow. It was a silly thing to let bother and upset him, but it did thanks to his pesky, whacked out hormones.

"Ooof!" Derek grunted, knees feeling on the verge of giving out as his ass touched down on the toilet seat, his somewhat pregnancy-fattened cheeks parting as they did.

He hadn't been on his swollen feet long, but he was glad to be off them again. Likewise, Derek's cramped innards were glad he'd gotten in position to relieve them. As his heavy and still remarkably high and round belly finished coming to rest atop his thickened thighs, without meaning to, Derek released a truly epic fart. It was comically long and loud, but he didn't laugh, just let out a moan as some of the great pressure that'd built up within him abated. As it turned out, the very pregnant man's relief would prove even more temporary than it now usually did, he just didn't know it yet…

Derek's hands went to the bulging sides of his titanic gut, which despite the decrease in pressure, remained incredibly tight. When the long, involuntary expulsion from below finally came to an end, he released more air, this time in the form of a disappointed sigh. Releasing such a massive amount of gas left Derek feeling a little better, but not enough. He had more to release and not just more gas… Something more solid and substantial, but first…

He hadn't laughed at his enormous fart but now, Derek chuckled as the "not every pee pee time is poo poo time, but every poo poo time is pee pee time!" meme came to mind. Silly and stupid as it was, it was also true. The pregnant man followed his chuckle up with another sigh as his flow started. It began as a trickle but quickly transitioned to spurting gushes, which just as soon tapered off. While Derek was used to peeing all the damn time now, he continued to be surprised at how little he voided whenever he did, this time being no exception.

Relegated to pea-sized bladder emptied, it was time to get down to business. Derek's first push resulted in another fart, this one shorter, but nothing else aside from the pressure his first fart had mitigated starting to return again… He knew all too well what that meant: he was constipated, another "joy of pregnancy" he experienced all too often, especially as of late, and one his "sweet" wife seemed to particularly enjoy teasing him about.

While he'd already known this trip to the bathroom wasn't going to be quick and easy (not that any of them really were anymore,) Derek had held out a faint glimmer of hope till then. He wanted nothing more than to return to the guest room and go back to bed, but since he'd yet to resolve his most recent pregnancy-related problem, he took in as deep a breath as he could and pushed again.

Once again, another slight increase in pressure… It felt like there was something blocking him, but what? It couldn't be the baby… Derek hadn't dropped yet, nor had he lost his mucus plug, so that couldn't be it, he was sure of it! The straight daddy-to-be gave several stronger and more straining pushes, but nothing happened other than him becoming more uncomfortable. Eventually, he decided to throw in the towel.

"All that for just a couple farts?" Derek lamented as he readied to stand, another thing that got a little harder and more challenging each time he had to.

Speaking of hard, Derek didn't realize he was till he pushed his feet against the floor while simultaneously reaching out to the right and grabbing hold of the counter to pull. Barely into the now painfully slow and arduous process of getting off the toilet, he suddenly stopped, grimacing in pain… "Little Derek" was hard as a rock and was getting painfully squished against the opening of the toilet seat.

With his son putting so much weight and pressure on (and in) him, Derek frequently became erect, now usually at all the wrong times, like he was a hormonal teenager again. He wasn't a teen, but he certainly was hormonal… If that wasn't bad enough, when he wanted to, he now often couldn't! Derek got hard when he had to pee, but either couldn't get or lost his erection when it was time to (try and) put it inside Liv… He popped massive, unyielding ones made of steel in the middle of the grocery store, but then couldn't keep one for more than a minute when his sexy and beautiful wife of six years actually wanted to give him head! With so much going on inside him, to say nothing of the fact he hadn't seen his dick in months, more often than not, Derek didn't even realize he was hard!

Using the counter for added leverage, with a series of grunts, he scooted himself back till his back was touching the tank. After that, the heavily pregnant man was able to stand without further incident aside from it taking a lot of effort. Extra effort, Derek realized. Something was different… It took him almost as long to figure out what that was as it did to get back onto his sore, swollen feet and ankles, but eventually, he did: he'd dropped.

He'd been expecting this to happen for a couple weeks by then but till now, Derek's big, soon-to-be first (and maybe, ONLY) born kept on riding high in his over-packed womb. Looking down at it, Derek immediately noted it looked different… It no longer looked like he'd swallowed an exercise ball, now, it looked like he'd swallowed a giant watermelon vertically.

Wanting, no, needing to see the change he was already feeling, for the first time in quite some time, Derek purposely headed for a mirror. The moment he started his trek, he gave a low and deep groan as he and Liv's son gave a notable lurch, his head wedging itself slightly further between his father's hips, making it feel like a bowling ball had suddenly found its painful way between them. Not that he hadn't already been for some time, but now, Derek really waddled.

In the span of just a few minutes, what'd taken months to change so much, changed again rather drastically. It hadn't gotten any smaller (yet,) but no longer did Derek's belly look like it was about to explode… More oblong now, it looked like it was in the process of melting, the plethora of stretch marks he'd accrued, strangely adding to the effect. His belly button, already under a great deal of strain, looked more like the knotted end of a balloon than ever… Derek opened his mouth to quietly (and jokingly) tell his son off again, but also thank him for finally making some progress, when there was a knock on the door.

Instantly, he got more red than getting up off the toilet had made him. He'd woken Liv! More precisely, his epic fart probably had! The (still) pregnant man already thought he'd reached the pits of his expectant despair and embarrassment, but no… Sheepishly, Derek waddled to the door, turned to the side to open it some, and then stuck just his head out.

"Sorry, baby," he apologized right away. "Did I wake you?" He asked, even though the answer was obvious, making his question not only rhetorical and stupid, but apparently also, incredibly funny…

Liv burst into laughter, her big, perfect and perky breasts, shaking and heaving under the nearly sheer camisole she'd worn to try to get Derek in the mood earlier. Despite her valiant efforts, it hadn't worked then, but of course now it did, "Little Derek'' popping back up to full attention. Big Derek proceeded to turn the shade of an over-ripe beet.

"You didn't happen to hear when I…" he began to ask.

"Farted?!" His wife cut him off between gasps for air. "Yes, I did!"

"Damn it…" he grumbled, shaking his head. "I…"

"Couldn't help it… I know," Liv nodded. "Same as… I can't… help this!" She gestured up and down herself as she cackled away like some deranged hyena.

"All the way down the hall?" Derek groaned as he shook his head some more. "Seriously?!"

"Seriously!"

"Ugh…" he groaned again as he threw his head back and rolled his eyes.

"Open the… door, babe," Liv requested as she started getting her laughter under control.

"Why?" Derek frowned.

"Why not?"

"Um… Because I'm naked?"

Any and all progress Liv had made, starting to stifle her laughter, went right back out the window. "Oh, no!" She playfully fretted, waving her hands about, causing her boobs to bobble more and her fecund husband's dick to throb in response. "Not me having to see my big, sexy, pregnant husband NAKED AGAIN?!"

Derek didn't mean to, nor did he feel like it, but he laughed. It started out as a chuckle he immediately tried to abate, but it rapidly became a long series of childish giggles, almost allowing him to forget not only about his profound embarrassment, but almost its cause as well. Just when he almost had though, he and Liv's son gave another lurch. Another big one, working his head deeper into Derek's pelvis, causing his eyes to bulge and him to moan.

"What's wrong?!" His wife asked, her eyes growing wide as well as she immediately stopped laughing.

"I, uh… Um…"

"Are you in labor?!"

Derek shook his head. "Don't think so. I… the baby… I dunno?" He shrugged, grimacing as he did. "Maybe?"

"Maybe?! Use your words, Derek… Tell me what's going on," Liv said as she grabbed onto the door.

She was about to push it further in so she could enter but thankfully, thought better… Anxious as Liv was to get to and fully see her husband, she didn't want or need to slam him in his belly with the door, or make him stumble and/or fall.

"So I thought I had to take another shit…" Derek started to explain. "And I tried to, but… I'm constipated again, hence all the gas…" he rolled his eyes. "But then…" he rolled his eyes.

"But then..?" Liv repeated with a slow series of nods.

"Then I dropped," Derek said as he dropped his gaze to his belly again.

"Seriously?!" His wife was the one to ask this time.

"Seriously," he confirmed with another grimace. "A lot by the look and feel of it."

"So it's time?"

"Maybe? I dunno?" Derek shrugged. "It's not like I've exactly done this before…"

"And yet you've already decided you never want to do it again!" Liv sighed and shook her head as she rolled her eyes back at him.

"We haven't even had our first baby and you're…"

"That's my point!" She huffed. "But anyway, since neither one of us knows if it's time, that means it's time to call Elaine."

"It's like three in the morning, babe…"

"I know, but she said to call if something happened or we have a question, and something did and I have a question, so I'm calling!"

"But dropping doesn't necessarily mean something's happening now, or even soon!" Derek pointed out. "Elaine said a lot of people drop days before they go into labor, so let her sleep a few more hours, then we'll…"

Liv let out a loud bark of a laugh. "You're still scared of her, aren't you?"

"What?!" Her husband scoffed as he leaned a little harder against the door, more eager than ever to get off his feet because they and now his engaged hips, were all killing him. "I'm not scared of Elaine!"

"Oh yes, you are!" Liv scoffed right back.

"She's a midwife! What's scary about that?!" Derek countered, raising his brows while at the same time, keeping them somewhat constricted as he tried (and failed) to not show his discomfort. That and how scared of Elaine he truly was…

"Ohmygod… I know you're petrified of her, which I think is hysterical!" Liv laughed. "I…"

"Babe..?" Derek cut her off.

"Yes?"

"Can we continue this… riveting conversation in the bedroom?" He requested, finally copping to his need to sit or lay down.

"Yours or mine?" Liv asked as she stepped back from the door.

"You mean ours," Derek corrected her. "But let's go to mine. It's closer…"

"Ready when you are…"

He nodded and sighed as he slowly righted himself. Derek grimaced yet again as he did, his now lower belly feeling like it weighed twice what it'd ballooned to. He was glad Liv was there, ready and waiting because even if he wouldn't admit it (not yet, anyway,) he was starting to get scared…

It made no sense, but part of what Derek was scared of was his wife seeing him naked. Naturally, she had countless times by then, including right before he'd left their bedroom after trying and failing again to have sex. At the very least, he was nervous about how Liv would react to seeing him in the nude now…

Derek also wouldn't admit (now or ever) to his wife that he was scared of Elaine, the midwife she'd insisted he be seen by. That and what really involving her now, meant… Ready as he was to no longer be pregnant, Elaine really coming into the picture likely meant he'd soon have his son, and that whole process, Derek still wasn't exactly ready for.

When he agreed to carry their child, he assumed he'd give birth at the hospital, where he'd get nice but necessary things like all the ice chips he could possibly want, and an epidural, but no… Liv insisted Derek have a home birth, because that's what she would've had had she been able to. Back when she thought she could, she'd gotten in contact with Elaine, who'd delivered her sister's two daughters. Liv had been at the births of both her nieces and she wanted an experience like that. It made her feel powerful. Magical, even, and she'd just watched…

Since she wasn't going to be able to have that for herself, she'd decided much to her husband's chagrin, that he would. Derek agreed, only because he thought he'd be able to change his wife's mind before the time came, but here it pretty much was, and he hadn't.

"Oh! Wow, babe!" Liv exclaimed as he waddled out of the bathroom, unable to stand to his full height, his belly dragging him down. "Holy shit!"

"I know, right?" Derek groaned.

"You did drop a lot!" She nodded as she stared at his now oblong pregnancy. "I'm calling Elaine right now!"

"Yeah… maybe you… should," he nodded back as he took extra small and slow steps back across the hall to the guest room.

Forget about a bowling ball, the more he moved, the more it felt to Derek like he had a fat, Thanksgiving Butterball now wedged between his hips. By the time he got to the closest side of his temporary bed and eased himself onto it, he was beet red again, sweating and panting. While Derek's feet and ankles felt much better once he was off them, his hips and ass did not, and try as he might, he just couldn't get comfortable. He realized then that he had a long, probably very painful, but ultimately, rewarding, day ahead…

As he'd been making his ponderous trek, while following closely and oh so slowly behind, Liv had gotten Elaine on the phone. Derek had heard their conversation, but hadn't… He'd all but forgotten about it as he very gingerly wriggled his hips from side to side (which proceeded to make sitting more uncomfortable) when his wife ended the call with his midwife and looked down at him from where she was standing between his widely spread legs.

"Elaine's on her way."

Derek groaned.