David lay on his back, his head on the filthy tiled floor by the side of the toilet, his legs pushed brutally open as far as his straining hips would allow, the huge, beer gut of his middle-aged client lowered, coming closer and closer to his horrifically pregnant stomach and he held his breath and braced himself for the pain of impact.
9 months pregnant, waddling, with pronounced breasts and swollen ankles, and about to go into labor any day now, his only way to make enough money to keep the rent on his grubby bedsit was to sell his exhausted hugely impregnated body to – mostly violent – paying fetish clients. He sold his wares by the public conveniences along the canal, limping back and forth, clutching his vastly pregnant abdomen and trying to ignore the stares of the mainstream revelers, he hid in the darkened alleyways, wearing nothing but heels, PVC shorts and a net vest.. His pregnancy weighing heavy on his bruised and abused groin, almost felt erotic to him, if his situation weren't so desperate.
He had been working as an expensive rent boy for professional men in the city's financial district, where he had been impregnated. He had no clue who the father was, but after working through the throes of morning sickness, and hiding the early signs of his developing condition well, by four months his belly had begun to show, and his pimp, disgusted by the round, pregnant teenage boy, told him that his services were no longer required.
His parents were so angry and ashamed to let the extended family find out that their eighteen year old only son, whom they'd said had gone off to college, was in fact impregnated like a lactating woman by some dirty old businessman. That he was grossly expanding with child and that he was swelling with revolting pregnancy and could no longer disguise his growing sinful condition; that he was a freak of nature like those disgusting, effeminate, pregnant men, with their wombs, and developing breasts, and maternity panties and breast pumps they had read about in gossip columns. That they cast him out. How could they have created a pregnant-man? Did he like this? Was this what he wanted? A pregnant man whore? Perhaps he masturbated over his disgusting impregnated state? And where was the baby going to come out, was he going to try to shit it out through his sphincter? Good look with that.
His client's round beer gut lowered and pressed on his round impregnated abdomen, then without pause or warning the dirty old leather smacked himself gratuitously into David's painfully pregnant stomach. The force of the impact sent a violent spasm of pure pain through his full round pregnancy,
"oh god" he whispered, "my baby!"
