I Looked Up To My Uncle Miguel When I Was Younger. He Was This Hardcore Biker Guy, Who Was Always Getting

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.

Quincy’s family hardly recognized the man that stood at their front door when he came back home from his second year of college. Having sent him away a bony, bare-skinned young man, with hardly an ounce of fat on his slender frame, they were shocked to find this… stranger… standing on their doorstep.

This new version of their son… their one and only pride and joy… had gotten a good amount of meat on his bones, covered his skin with expansive tattoos, and grown a very visible baby bump. It was clear to see that this Quincy was midway through his pregnancy… a pregnancy that he had failed to mention to any of his family members.

They knew that he’d had a very rough year, tainted by tremendous academic stress, and an awful experience at a frat party… but, had they known that they’d be met with this new, disappointing iteration of their little boy, upon his arrival home, they would’ve never let him step foot on their porch.

The promising young man that they’d proudly sent away, to a prestigious campus on the other side of the state was gone… now busy incubating a new life, instead of keeping up with his studies.

Sonny's life took a sharp turn for the worse when Emmit — his long-time bully, and academic rival — told everyone that he was pregnant with their math teacher's baby. As if dealing with Emmit's relentless taunting and physical abuse wasn't enough without the new baby, Sonny suddenly found himself thrust into an insane situation... forced to endure even more humiliation and embarrassment.

In the past, Emmit kept his bullying methods pretty simple. He'd tape mean notes to Sonny's back, wipe globules of his disgusting snot and boogers on his clothes, and throw objects at him while their teacher, Mr. Fuller, gave the daily lectures. However, with the raging hormones and emotions accompanying his pregnancy, Emmit's torment of Jake soon escalated to unimaginable heights. No longer satisfied with his old technique, he began to demand that Jake cater to his every whim during math class.

Now, under the watchful eyes of their amused classmates, Sonny is ordered to do whatever Emmit wants him to — kneading away the dry sweat, flakes of dead skin, dirt and grime from Emmit's reeking soles... tenderly rubbing his bloated tummy... kissing and rubbing his protruding belly whenever the baby decides to throw a wild tantrum... licking and sucking on his belly button, just for kicks... wiping away the sweat from his clammy forehead... holding a trash can to Emmit's chin whenever a wave of nausea overwhelms him... and even fanning away the pungent farts that escape Emmit's gassy belly — all while Mr.Fuller turns a blind eye to his torment.

As Emmit's pregnancy continues to progress, and he gets more and more needy, Sonny longs for the familiar feeling of the physical violence that Emmit used to inflict upon him after class. Any kind of beating from his pregnant bully would feel better than the soul-crushing embarrassment he feels whenever he's given a new command. He never thought he would yearn for the days when he was being physically assaulted in front of his locker... but he does, more than anything. He eagerly anticipates the day when Emmit will finally give birth to Mr. Fuller's kid, knowing it might bring an end to his greatest problem.

Unfortunately though, he knows that he'll probably be made to assist Emmit during the birth itself. His heart sinks at the thought of being present for such a visceral and messy ordeal. As he gently massages Emmit's swollen feet — for what feels like the millionth time this week — he fantasizes of the day when it'll all be over... when the old Emmit, the bully who had once reveled in demonstrating his physical dominance over his academic superiors, finally returns.

Nobody in the family was supposed to know about Kyle’s baby… and, up until tonight’s dinner party, nobody knew.

For months, he’d been keeping his pregnancy a secret. After getting knocked up by his pervert of a wrestling coach… a man that his father absolutely detests… Kyle, his mother, and his older sister all came to the decision that it would be best for everyone on his father’s side of the family to be kept in the dark, until it was too late to deny it any longer. Thankfully, Kyle was always a skinny guy, with a bit of a turtle-shell tummy, naturally… so, they all assumed that nobody would suspect anything out of the ordinary. They could simply excuse his sickness, or his moodiness, or any other symptoms that he may have as “college stress.” No one would question that.

For nearly 28 weeks, he was able to keep up the charade — hiding his growths and managing his symptoms to the best of his ability, with the help of both his mother and his sister — but tonight, after eating more food than anyone has ever seen him eat before, getting super nauseous, and growing too large for his sweatshirt, there are a few curious eyes on him.

He’s never looked more pregnant than he does right now… not even when he’s standing naked in front of a mirror… and only a fool would believe him if he said he wasn’t pregnant now. After tonight’s dinner, he’s got a lot of explaining to do to his father, and his entire side of the family. They’ll be expecting a new addition soon.

Barry laid across the couch, feeling utterly drained. Once again, morning sickness had hit him like a ton of bricks, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. From the relentless vomiting, to the uncontrollable bowels and sore muscles, his body felt like it was betraying him at every turn. His stomach churned with a queasy ache, and each small movement made him feel even worse. He couldn't believe that something as natural and par-for-the-course as morning sickness could make him so miserable… but it always did.

Rendered motionless by the discomfort, Barry could do nothing but lie on the couch… a mere shell of himself. He longed for the day when he would finally wake up without the heavy burden of morning sickness dragging him down, and have the energy to face the day with a smile on his face… and as world spun around him, he clung to the hope that this would all be over soon.

His doctor had reassured him that the worst would pass by the time he reached twenty weeks, but that milestone felt like it was a lifetime away. For now, his only solace was the cool draft in his living room, flowing over his bare feet and exposed belly, cooling his feverish sickness.

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…