The Cheerleader Ch. 1

New story commissioned by @CharlieGrand 

A star NBA center puts a big baby in a formerly not so big cheerleader 

The Cheerleader

By

Brimmingbelly04

Part One

Caleb was excited. Nervous too…

He'd gone from seeing Malcolm all the time to not having seen him in months. Three, to be precise. They still texted a lot but aside from on TV, Caleb hadn't seen the star NBA center since he'd been forced to take leave from the cheer squad, thanks in (increasingly, quite literally) large part to Malcolm.

The game had ended almost two hours ago, but there were things the player needed to do after, like meet with the coaches and the rest of the team, (hopefully) take a shower, and then talk with the press. If everything went well, Malcolm would probably be there soon, there being the swanky hotel suite he'd booked, despite it being a home game, for he and Caleb. Should anyone ask though, the suite was for Malcolm and Samantha…

A fellow cheerleader, Samantha was one of Caleb's best friends, and the only person who knew the baby he was pregnant with belonged to Malcolm. Samantha was also his secret baby-daddy's beard, a role she was happy to fill for her bestie.

Plenty of players date and/or mess around with cheerleaders, but none of them did so (openly, at least) with ones of their own gender. Caleb and Malcolm weren't dating persay, but it was (more than) obvious now that they'd messed around… Yes, the world was indeed changing, and almost every sport had some LGBTQ+ representation at just about every level, but Malcolm wasn't ready to be a part of that group just yet.

He honestly didn't know if he'd ever be… He'd told Caleb as much when they started "seeing each other," and reminded him again when he found out he was pregnant and that he'd decided he was going to keep the baby. Malcolm couldn't say he was necessarily happy about the latter, but he was going to support the baby and Caleb, secretly, for the time being.

When Caleb found out he was pregnant, he decided to stay that way not because of the money it would get him, but because of the hope it would ultimately get him Malcolm. He really liked the NBA superstar and knew that not so deep down, the feeling was mutual, Malcolm just had to admit it. As such, the now former cheerleader hoped the popular center would come to terms with going public with his sexuality and therefore, be willing and able to "claim" Caleb and the child they'd share, a son.

A big one, which wasn't all that surprising given who'd provided half of his genetics… Physically, Caleb and Malcolm were quite different. Caleb was Caucasian, 5'9" tall, with wavy/curly, very dark brown Matthew McConaughey-esque hair. Thanks to his profession, he was well-muscled, but in a lithe and lean manner. Malcolm on the other hand, was African-American, with gorgeous, milk chocolate-colored skin, who stood just shy of 7' tall, and was quite solidly muscled.

Once they knew a baby was entering the picture, the "couple" got to talking and were both surprised to find out that Caleb had been the bigger newborn… He'd weighed just under 9 lbs when he was born, and had been 23" inches in length, whereas the now giant Malcolm, had weighed just under 7 lbs and had been 20" in length at birth. If he continued growing the way he'd been (which all signs indicated he would,) their son was going to surpass the both of them to a rather surprising degree.

Since finding out he was pregnant, Caleb had been going in for monthly exams. During his first, back at two months along, he still looked "normal," but not long after, things quickly and rather significantly started to change. Now at five months, Caleb not only looked pregnant, but was already bordering on heavily. If he made it to his due date, his doctor estimated he and Malcolm's son would weigh at the very least, some 12 lbs by then!

In just three months, Caleb went from fit and toned and always ready to "Rah, rah, sis boom bah!" his team on, to something more like a caricature. His belly had grown out in every direction to such a degree that he was already frequently being asked when he was due. Everyone was always surprised when he told them how much longer he had to go and grow…

Unlike his belly, Caleb's chest had only just started filling out, though the same couldn't be said of his hips, which had already begun to spread. All this meant he looked undeniably pregnant, and that Malcolm was in for quite the surprise when he arrived… Caleb had sent pictures and they'd FaceTimed some over the last few months, and while the camera certainly added some (more) pounds, when he looked back at the pictures he'd sent, he didn't think they'd done him anywhere close to full justice, and he'd only gotten bigger since he'd sent the last.

As such, he considered texting Malcolm to give him a heads up, but decided not to. If the 7' tall center was shocked by how big Caleb already was when he arrived, it might actually do their "dilemma" some good? Maybe, it would convince Malcolm to come to terms with his "situation" and make his mind up in the manner the man he'd so splendidly knocked up hoped he would? It was that or potentially the exact opposite. Only increasingly dwindling time would tell…

To keep their reunion secret, Malcolm had booked the suite to either side of theirs, plus one more to the left, the last being the suite Samantha would stay in. If anyone was around when they arrived, they'd see her and Malcolm enter the suite actually occupied by Caleb, together. What they wouldn't see was the pretty, buxom blonde then make her way through the empty, unused suite separating them.

When Malcolm told the one-time cheerleader he'd booked a whole block of rooms, Caleb cringed as he imagined the cost. He had to remind himself of how differently he and his secret baby-daddy thought of (and obviously used) money… The NBA player had so much of it, the significantly added expense of ensuring their privacy probably hadn't even registered with him. Must be nice. If things worked out the way he hoped, someday, Caleb would know just how nice that would be.

But there were other things to think of and worry about at the moment… For starters, he had no idea what would happen when Malcolm got there? More than likely, there'd be a lot of mutual staring since they hadn't seen each other in person for so long, and at least one of them now looked very different. After all that awkwardness, they'd presumably talk. They had much to discuss, after all, but then what?

Would they divulge into making out like horny teens the way they used to? Would they have sex?! Caleb really hoped so 'cause he hadn't gotten any since he'd last been with Malcolm some three months ago. Needless to say, he was therefore craving it, but would that sentiment prove mutual as well? Once again, Caleb really hoped it would. If he lucked out and it did, would Malcolm end up staying with him after, or would he go Thleep in one of the extra suites?

*Getting in the elevator now. See your big, sexy, pregnant butt soon! ;-*

Samantha texted.

Caleb's heart began to race and he suddenly felt nauseous. The sensation reminded him of the early days of his pregnancy, back when he'd been dealing with what he now knew to be morning sickness. Ready or not, this was about to happen…

The former cheerleader lumbered over to the large mirror hanging in the suite's living room (which was bigger and much nicer than his own). He wasn't waddling yet, but he also wasn't moving with the ease, grace or confidence he'd once possessed. Shortly after arriving at the hotel, he'd showered and dressed, putting a lot of thought into what he'd have on when he reunited with Malcolm. He'd been happy with his choices but now as he looked at himself again, all those nagging doubts and insecurities he'd been trying so hard to ignore, quickly came back.

Caleb had at least retained the ability to know he looked good. As good as he now could, anyway… After trying on everything he'd brought with him, he'd settled on a (relatively) loose, comfy and casual getup, hoping he wouldn't be wearing it for long. Up top, he'd put on a big, cozy, cream-colored, cowl neck cashmere sweater. It was one of the first pieces of paternity wear he'd purchased and it was expensive, so he'd been saving it for a special occasion, hoping one would come before he outgrew it, which fortunately, it had. Designed to be worn by a pregnant man, it did a good job of hiding some of Caleb's newfound pudginess, but not his belly. Nothing he wore now could've or would've, save for maybe a circus tent…

The cashmere ended up feeling so nice and comforting against his increasingly sensitive and stretched skin, Caleb hadn't bothered putting anything on under it. That meant if and when he or Malcolm removed it, his towering baby-daddy would immediately see all the changes his obviously potent seed had already caused, of which, there were already plenty.

Caleb's lower body was somewhat less covered despite two pieces of clothing being involved… The first he'd put on, he didn't like at all, but knew/hoped Malcolm would. It was a frilly and lacy g-string, meant to be worn by a female. It too was cream-colored and almost perfectly matched his sweater. It was also uncomfortable.

Prior to getting with Malcolm, Caleb had almost exclusively worn jockstraps. Not only did they make him feel as sexy as he was, they kept his bits and pieces supported but out of the way as he "worked," jumping, bouncing, grinning, flipping, and hoisting and throwing Samantha and all the other girls high up into the air.

Between cheering and the fact most guys considered jockstraps the epitome of sexy, gay underwear, Caleb had amassed quite the collection of them, but some people have other preferences… Not long into doing whatever the hell it was they were, Malcolm began bringing the cheerleader presents whenever they saw each other. Once it'd been a new phone and another time a killer pair of Tom Ford shades Caleb had desperately wanted but for the most part, the "presents" were more for the person giving them. Malcolm gave Caleb pairs of frilly, feminine underwear that even before getting pregnant had barely contained him.

Caleb didn't like any of them, but the sexy, towering center sure did, so he wore them whenever they were alone. Since Malcolm hadn't given him a new, supposedly sexy pair recently, before coming to the hotel, Caleb had stopped at Victoria's Secret, where he purchased a sheer, cream-colored g-string he'd had to positively stuff himself into despite having gone up a few sizes. To him, there was nothing sexy about his junk being all pressed up and confined against him, rather than being free to bulge and hang, but his opinion didn't matter. Malcolm's did.

Caleb knew the basketball player would be surprised, hopefully in a good way because the string was flossing his ass crack, and his cock and balls were being uncomfortably smothered.

Over the g-string, he'd worked his widening hips and bigger, now slightly softer but still perky butt, into a very short and tight pair of shorts. They were tan, providing some nice contrast to the sweater while complimenting Caleb's fair skin. If he appreciated anything physically about his pregnancy, it was what it'd done for his legs…

Enviably thick with muscle to begin with, thanks to all he'd had to do on the sidelines, the bigger his belly grew with Malcolm's baby, the bigger and thicker his legs got, even though he wasn't using them to jump or flip, and couldn't throw them over his head anymore. Caleb might still be able to get them back and up that high with a little help from Malcolm though? Maybe they'd get the chance to give it a try?

The expectant (presently, in more ways than one) twenty-seven year old was anxiously tugging at the hem of his sweater as he continued to take in his reflection when he heard the suite's front door beep, indicating someone had inserted a keycard. Though he was towards the back of the room, Caleb was pretty much standing right in front of the door so he quickly scrambled away. He didn't want to be spotted just standing there, obviously staring at himself in the mirror, nor did he want anyone who happened to be in the hall to see him. He'd just made it to the door to the bedroom when he heard the door to the suite open.

Had Caleb remained in the living room in front of the mirror, all he would've seen for a few seconds (once he stopped looking at himself) would've been person. Malcolm filled the doorway, vertically, of course, but also horizontally as he passed through it, ducking his head and dipping and turning his broad shoulders as he did. It was no wonder how or why he and Caleb's son was growing so much, so fast…

Malcolm was followed into the grand hotel room by a giggling Samantha. As soon as the infectiously cheerful sound reached his ears, Caleb stopped worrying so much and let out a sigh as he smiled, hands naturally going to the sides of his belly as he did (a place they were finding themselves more and more often). Obviously he was looking forward to seeing Malcolm, but he was really looking forward to seeing his bestie too since they also weren't seeing as much of each other as they used to, but still more frequently than he did his secret baby-daddy.

"I expected him to be waiting for you right in front of the door like a puppy!" Samantha whispered to Malcolm as he closed and locked the door behind her. "Anyway, he should be easy to find… Big as this place is, he is too now!"

"Is he?" Malcolm asked with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah!" Samantha replied with another giggle. "If I didn't know when he was actually due and that he was carrying your baby, I'd think he was due yesterday!"

"Oh!" The twenty-six year old center replied with what sounded to be an uncharacteristically anxious laugh. "Yeah? Already?"

"Already!" Caleb's cheerleading bestie confirmed. "My friends and all the other girls on the squad tell me I'm crazy for not having a thing for ballers, but now that I've seen first hand what having a thing for one can do to you…" she trailed off, shuddering as she looked up (and then up some more) at Malcolm. "I'm super glad I don't, no offense! But should anyone ask, I've totally got a thing for you!" She giggled some more.

"I'd say you did a good job convincing everyone of that tonight," Malcolm replied with a wink. "Thanks again for being my beard."

"You're welcome, but maybe it's time you think about getting a trim?" Samantha suggested as she went over to the mini fridge in the living room, from which she took a $5 bottle of water.

Malcolm frowned. He was very particular about his hair, including that on his face. "My barber's comin' to see me next week," he said as he stroked his perfectly groomed, bearded chin, thinking that was the beard Samantha had been referring to. "You think I need to call and tell him to…"

"That's not the beard in need of a trim," she shook her head. "The one that is, is me."

"Oh… Yeah, well I… I mean, I…"

Samantha might've been almost two feet shorter and more known for her usually, literally cheery demeanor, but she had no problem going toe to toe with the scared and stubborn center. "You have a baby on the way, Malcolm. Not only that, you have a guy, who's…"

She was going to say "crazy about you, for all the right reasons!" Caleb knew it. He knew because Samantha was the only person he'd confided in. Not even his parents or siblings knew whose baby he was having!

But Samantha knew everything related to Malcolm and their pregnancy. Caleb knew she was only trying to help (more than she already had/was,) but on the very rare occasion, what his bestie sometimes didn't know was when to keep her mouth shut, this being one of those times. The sidelined cheerleader wanted Malcolm to hear all that mushy, gushy, hopefully, convincing stuff from him, so after one last pointless tug at the hem of his sweater, Caleb lumbered out into the living room belly first, finally revealing his big self.

"Hi, guys…"