Running Out of Room

I had been out of town for a week, visiting family out of state. I was 28 and had been living on my own for several years now. Well, kind of. I had a roommate, Craig. He was pretty cool. He was in his late 30s, with short brown hair that had started going gray about a year back, and he usually bounced been a goatee and beard. He was average build, and was petty much a geek like me. But, I'll admit he had a small gut that was beginning to sprout on his middle.

I had just gotten back in town and walked into my apartment. I called out, only to discover I was home alone. I went to my room and unpacked, before I laid down on my bed and flicked on the TV I had installed on my wall.

The moment the TV was on I heard the front door open and close. The familiar sound of Craig's keys as he dropped them on the counter met my ears, followed by his quick heavy footsteps.

"Hey, Sam, you home?" His voice echoed down the hall.

"Yeah, I just finished unpacking." I called back.

"Oh, thank God," he said with heavy breaths as he peeked around the door frame into my room. Even more odd, he was sweating. "Hey, so glad your back."

"Yeah, me too. You okay? You look troubled."

"I, um.. well... you remember that weekend before you left, that night at the bar, we had all those drinks? Then came home, and you know... had sex."

"I remember," I chuckled. Craig and I were both gay, we weren't dating or anything. But we had both been single for months and needed to get our rocks off after the bar. "I had fun plowing you for hours. Why, what's up?"

"Well, I wasn't great, so I went to the doctor." He paused.

"Please don't tell me that you have chlamydia or something."

"No, no. Nothing like that." He shook his head. He seemed to stifle a wince as he continued. "It's just. . Well, I know it's not possible. I mean it shouldn't be. But I, um. . Well, look." He stepped out from behind the wall, and what I saw made my jaw drop to the floor. Craig stood in front of me wearing his typical brown boots, blue jeans that I always loved to see hugging his ass, and a white under armor brand shirt. He had a deep sweat mark that started at his neck and went down his chest. But what startled me the most was the hairy round gut that now protruded off his middle and rolled over his waistline. His gut so big and round that his shirt was stretched tight but could no longer pass his navel, leaving a ball of hairy round flesh exposed to the air, and he was using both his hands to support it.

"Jesus," I exclaimed as I sat up on my bed. "What happened to you? Are you alright?"

"I don't.. I don't know." He stammered. "I started feeling sick and bloated about two days into the week. So I went to the doctor. They said I way fine and it was just a bug. Day three I noticed my pants weren't fitting right, my shirts were all tight- oh! I tried to go to the gym, but after the fifth day I couldn't stop eating, and my gut was so round and bloated. I went back to the doctor, they said I probably was a bit constipated and retaining water. I almost believed them. Until the seventh day. That was when. . When I -ow! There it is again. It just. . Well feel!"

He stepped forward and grabbed my hand and put it against his exposed hairy gut. His gut was firm, with nearly no give to it, and it was nice and warm to the touch. I couldn't take me eyes off it. I'd be lying if I said my cock wasn't leaking in my pants. I had always been into fatter guys, especially those with the round bellies like this. He looked like he had swallowed a basketball, or something had hooked him up to a hose and pumped him full of water. I was just about to question what he was doing, until I felt something from inside his hairy belly slap against my hand, before we both watched his belly shift. He groaned as whatever it was moved inside him.

"What the fuck, Craig! What happened?"

"See! Oh, it's happening again," He whimpered as his belly shifted again, and he rubbed his growing erection in his pants. "It won't let me stop. I'm just. . I'm just so hungry."

"What won't let you stop?" I was close to panicking now. But Craig. He looked as though he were about to cum all over my floor. That is if his gut didn't burst first.

"That's just it," he said as he leaned against the door frame and held his bulging gut in front of him. "I think. . I think I'm pregnant. I think you got me pregnant, and fuck, it's hungry."

Be turned and made his way the hall to the kitchen, where I heard him rummaging a anything to eat. I didn't know what to do. I was stunned. My roommate was pregnant. How? And it was my fault? But that's not possible. Is it?

Either way, seeing him like this was shocking indeed. But my cock was fighting for release, I could feel the precum running down my leg. It wasn't until I heard Craig let out a deep "UUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! OH FUCK!" That I snapped out of my stupor. I wore an excited evil grin as I made my way down the hall with my dick throbbing in my pants.