The MPEC

By Vance

Glancing up, Alex could see the goal. It was still halfway down the field, but he knew that it was all his. A quick catch and punt from Thomas, the goalie for his team, and he was sprinting down the sideline, keeping the ball at his feet. A red jersey ran up to intercept him, hoping to stop what Alex knew was inevitable. A quick dodge to the left and then cut back to the right. A simple fake, but they fell for it every time. The ball rolled along the white line, mere inches from passing off of the field, but Alex knew what he was doing. He felt a pair of cleats hit his feet from behind and he stumbled. For a split second, he thought he might lose control of the ball, but a quick tap sent the ball angling towards the goal.

“Play on!” a voice yelled from behind him.

“At least the bat could see it was a foul...” Alex thought to himself as he advanced on the goal. Just one defender left before the goalie. The sidelines were going nuts. Time to show off. A few yards from the final fullback, he slipped his foot under the ball and popped it up. The red shirt, caught off guard, continued to run forward even as he watched the ball sail over his head. Slipping around the defender, Alex collected the ball. He looked up at the goalie and whispered “Bring it on...”

Almost as if following the order, the goalie started to run for Alex. The ball slid into the goal box. A quick judgment and Alex smiled. Upper left corner of the goal was his. Another perfect textbook fake and the goalie was in the perfect position to watch the ball slide effortlessly into the called corner.

Slowing to a stop, Alex chuckled. Looking to the vanquished goalie he smiled. This was only his first goal of the game. “I’m getting a hat trick off you today.” he said before starting to trot back to the center line.

He hadn’t even broken a sweat yet.

Two men sat on the sidelines, watching the game. The second half wasn’t even halfway done, but the game was over. That much was certain.

“He’s in excellent condition.” one of the men said softly, without emotion. Alex was still running up and down the field. He was sweating now, but he didn’t look tired.

“Perfect genetic makeup.” the other said.

The two men stood up and collected their coats. Jumping from the edge of the bleachers, they turned from the field and walked away. The crowd roared but the men kept walking. They knew what had just happened.

Hat trick accomplished.

Reaching over his head, Alex grabs the switch to the light on his dresser and turns it off. The light goes off and the room goes dark. Pulling the covers of his bed up over his body, Alex settles down. Closing his eyes, he tries to go to sleep.

After laying on the bed for five minutes with his eyes closed, he rolls onto his back and opens his eyes again. “I used to just hit the pillow and I’d be out.” he sighs to himself, speaking into the blackness of his room. The past week though had given him problems. He would wake up tired, as if the full night of sleep had done nothing for him.

Alex lied on the bed for a minute, contemplating getting up and grabbing a snack. Then it hit him. He was sleepy. He was incredibly sleepy. Within seconds, Alex was out like a light.

“Status?”

“Normal.”

“Thalmide levels?”

“Within specified range.”

“R.E.M.?”

“Suppressed.”

“We are ready to proceed.”

A snap of latex gloves.

“Bring vial 2FET-MM accel.”

“Accel?”

“He has been approved.”

“Isn‘t that still experimental?”

“He has been approved.”

“Yes sir.”

If there was only one good thing about porcelain, it’s that no matter what might be happening, it always feels cool to the touch.

Alex was on his knees in front of his toilet, his head resting against the cool rim. Weakly he reached up and pulled the handle, triggering a roar of water. Alex didn’t know what was more disconcerting: the fact that he had puked every morning for the past week or the fact that he could usually identify what he had for dinner the night previous.

Groaning, Alex pulled himself to his feet and moved over to the sink. Gripping the edge, he looked at the reflection of his face in the medicine cabinet mirror. He had rings under his eyes and his short black hair was pointing in every direction. His dark brown eyes stared back at him, watching silently for several seconds.

“I have to be coming down with something.... Uck!” he said to the frazzled image in the mirror. The words he spoke left a sickening taste in his mouth. Turning the water on, he cupped his hands under the faucet and splashed some water against his face. He then took some water into his mouth and rinsed, spitting it out several seconds later, taking much of the taste with it. Shaking his head, he stood up and hit the light switch.

Walking back into his room, he headed for the dresser. The top drawer was already open and Alex reached in and grabbed the first pair of briefs he saw. His head still was swimming from earlier and he pulled the briefs up to his hips without thinking about it.

Catching his reflection in the full-length mirror, he stood and faced it. His body was toned, years of soccer and jogging having built a strong frame. His thighs and calves were the most impressive part of him, which wasn’t a surprise seeing as how he had been running ever since he walk. His chest was smooth and broad, slowly rising and falling with each breath.

Ever since he started feeling odd a month ago, he had cut down on his exercising. His daily jog became every other day, then stopped completely as he started waking up each morning with a vigorous puking. He had woken up one morning and he felt a little queasy, his stomach especially feeling wrong. He couldn’t pin it down more than that. By midday the ‘wrongness’ had slowly faded, but each morning it was back. Go to the point where he wasn’t really hungry or energetic.

Alex slid his hand over his abs. The reduction in his exercising was starting to show. Where he once had washboard abs, he had noticed the other day that he had put on just the tiniest bit of weight. It wasn’t much to be sure, but Alex was extremely careful about the shape he kept himself in. A few pounds were all it took to be noticed and while the change in his stomach would have gone unnoticed by others, to Alex, it stood out like a sore thumb.

Groaning, he let himself fall backwards, collapsing onto his bed.

An electronic pulse, rapid and loud filled the room.

“Damn phone...” Alex moaned to himself.

The electronic pulse repeated itself.

“I was just about to go to sleep...”

Sitting up, Alex looked over to the phone as it rang yet again. Adjusting himself in his briefs, he slowly got up and went over to the phone. “Yeah?”

“So, you going to be at practice today?” a gruff voice asked.

Lifting his hand to his face, he groaned. “Coach... sorry I missed practice...”

“Why the hell haven’t you been showing up?”

“I’ve been puking every morning for the last week.”

“I don’t care! Get your butt to practice or I’m going to sit you out of Saturday’s game against Mission.”

Alex was silent for a minute. He looked over to his soccer shorts, still sitting on the top of the mound of laundry where he had tossed them a few days ago. He then looked back to his reflection in the mirror, his hand running over his stomach.

“Good luck tomorrow. You’re going to need it.” he said and hung up.

A pounding came from the front door.

Alex groaned. Once again, he was so close to falling back to sleep. Keeping his eyes shut, he stayed on his bed, silently hoping and praying that whoever was at the door would go away.

The pounding repeated itself.

Cursing, Alex pulled himself out of bed. Grabbing his robe from the hanger on the door, he threw it on, not even bothering to tie it closed. The knocking came yet again from the door. “One second!” Alex yelled out to the door as he crossed through his living room. Reaching the door, he flipped his hair out of his forehead and turned the knob.

Two men stood on the other side of the door. Each was dressed identically: dark sunglasses, black suite, a glittering gold watch on their wrist. Both had short cut black hair, one with the hair parted on the right, the other brushed back. They weren’t twins, but they were dressed exactly the same. Upon seeing Alex in his robe, underwear, and nothing more, one raises his eyebrow. “Alex?”

Alex stared at the two men for a moment. “If you’re selling carpet cleaner, get out of here. I’ve still got a stain in my rug from the last guy who claimed his stuff could get out anything.”

“We’re not selling carpet cleaner.”

“Fine, so why are the men in black coming for me?”

One of the men shook his head. “Why does everybody say that? This was our uniform long before that movie ever came out...”

“Cal. Chill.”

“Sorry Dan.”

The one who was identified as Dan turned back to Alex. “You’ll have to forgive Cal, he’s a little touchy about that.”

“Obviously.” Alex said as he rubbed his hand over his face. “What do you guys want?”

“Can we come in?” Dan asked.

“No.”

Both Dan and Cal looked to their left and to their right, making sure that there was nobody nearby. “Alex, we know you’ve been sick in the mornings for the past week.” Dan said. “We know that you’ve put on a little weight. We know that you’ve been low on energy...”

“You’re good spies too...”

Dan continued without pausing. “We know why and we can explain everything if you give us a few minutes.”

Glancing from Dan to Cal, then back to Dan, Alex sighed. “Fine, you guys have five minutes. After that, you’re gone, understand?”

Cal nodded his head. “Five minutes is all we’ll need.” he said as Dan stepped into the room, quickly followed by Cal. Glancing down to the end table, Cal smiled slightly. “You’re right, the stain didn’t come out.”

“They won’t return my calls either.” Alex said. Stepping into his kitchen, Alex stepped over to his coffee maker. “Start talking.” he said, pulling out the day old coffee and pouring a mug.

Dan stepped up to the counter. “You’re pregnant.”

Alex paused for a moment then slid the coffee pot back into the coffee maker. “And that just shot your five minutes.”

“You are.” Dan said calming, stepping closer to the soccer player.

“You guys can leave now.” Alex said, turning towards Dan.

Reaching out, Dan pressed his hand against Alex’s stomach. Alex, even in his groggy state, jumped back and reached down to hit the hand away, but he stopped. Dan was slowly rubbing and it felt odd. It almost felt good. In spite of himself, he felt his briefs becoming very tight.

“Think about it.” Cal said, stepping over. “You’ve been having morning sickness because your body is adjusting to levels of hormones it’s not used to having. As your body adapts it has to use the store of energy you build up while you sleep. That’s why you’ve lacked energy for the last few days. Both of those will eventually go away.”

“But your weight gain.” Dan continued for his partner, “is only going to continue as the child inside of you continues to develop and grow.”

Alex leaned back against the sink, stunned by the physical feeling of the hand on his stomach and by the what he was being told. It all did add up and it did make sense, but it just wasn’t possible. Shaking his head, he got his wits back about him. “Leave! Now!” he suddenly told the two, slapping Dan’s hand from his body.

Dan yelped as he quickly pulled his arm away from Alex. “Fine. Nobody else believed us the first time.” he says over his shoulder as he and Cal move towards the door.

“But we will be back to pick you up in two weeks time. By then you’ll be showing and you won’t have any doubt. I suggest you make plans for being gone for several months.” Cal said, opening the door.

Reaching inside of his suit, Dan pulled out several papers. “Here’s some information you...”

“GO!” Alex yelled at the two.

The two men in the dark suits quickly slipped out of the door.

The door slams and for several seconds, everything is quiet. Finally, Alex relaxes, sighing. He turns to the counter and looks to the coffee pot, still full. Shaking his head, he turns back to his room and heads for his bed.

Standing at the edge of his bed, he looks down to his briefs. Reaching down, he adjusts himself, his shaft still painfully erect. Why had he reacted so strongly to Dan’s touch? Could it be true?

“No. It can’t.” he says to himself.

Collapsing onto the bed, this time Alex is successfully able to fall asleep.

The door slams and for several seconds, everything is quiet. Finally, Cal turns to Dan. “That didn’t go so badly.”

Nodding, Dan turns towards the parking lot. “It’s gone worse.”

“Falcon?” Cal asks.

“Falcon.” Dan nods, grabbing the keys from his pocket. Pulling them out, he points them towards the black car in the lot. A beep and the sound of doors unlocking and Dan puts them back. Turning back to the apartment, Dan looks towards the shut door.

“He’s got the best genetic make-up of any of the father’s yet. I hope the mental evaluations are right...” he sighs.

“We won’t have another Walt.” Cal said, opening his door.

“I hope not.” Dan finally says, sliding behind the wheel.

"Thank you for staying at the Peach Tree Hotel. We hope to see you again."

Alex watched the old couple slowly shuffle out of the front door of the lobby. Finally, things had slowed down. There were only three rooms left to check out, and Alex couldn't have been happier. He knew it was going to be an ugly day when the first thing Marlon, his supervisor, said to him at 7 am was "I hope you're well rested, today is going to be hell."

The power had gone off sometime during the night. That meant that programmed alarm clocks were reset, the automated wake-up call system had lost that morning's information, and half of the hotel had grossly overslept. Things weren’t too bad until the people who had wanted to check out by 8am came down at 10am, clearly upset and in a rush. The worst combination.

“I’m late for my appointment because of you!”

“I don’t think I should have to pay for the room because of this!”

“The judge is going to be upset and that could jeopardize the trial!”

To which Alex could only respond “I’m sorry. The power went out.”

It didn’t make things any better of course. In this day in age, the customer is always right, even when they’re wrong. It also didn’t help that Alex still wasn’t feeling all that great. Management wasn’t happy with him missing over a weeks worth of work. Leaning back against the wall, Alex sighed, sliding his hand over the faded green vest that he had to wear over the white button shirt.

That only reminded him of that weird encounter almost two weeks ago. Looking down at himself, he saw the bulge of his stomach under the vest. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to be noticed. Alex had seen his supervisor’s eyes dart to his stomach and linger for just a second too long. For what must have been the thousandth time over the past few days, he pressed his hand against his stomach. It was firm, solid, unyielding like fat should have been.

The sound of the elevator doors opening snapped Alex back to attention. Standing away from the wall, he held his hands behind his back and waited like he was supposed to. “Damn four diamond rating...” he thought to himself, even as he smiled.

If it weren’t for Alex’s strong commitment to faking four diamond service, his jaw would have dropped. Walking around the corner from the elevator was one of the most pregnant women he had ever seen. The woman wore a light fitting dress but even so, it couldn’t begin to hide the massive swell her stomach had become. Trying not to stare, and realizing he was losing at that task, he watched as the woman slowly waddled up to the front desk.

Setting two keys on the desk with a clink, she smiled. “I’d like to check out now.” she said in a voice so sweet and feathery that he lost himself on the sound. Then the meaning of the words hit him.

“Oh! Um.... okay. Which room?”

“300.”

Quickly turned to the bucket that held a card for every room in the hotel. “Ahhh... 300, our honeymoon suite.” he said, finding the card. “Which isn’t to say that you’re on your honeymoon.” he continued, trying to make small talk. He then caught himself. “I mean, not to imply, or anything, but... well...”

Laughing, Ms. Rosales, as the room card indicated, patted her belly. “It’s quite all right! It’s been several years and many children since that night!” she said, smiling.

Alex wiped his brow, brushing his hair off of his forehead as his other hand subconsciously brushed over his own stomach. “Could... could you sign this please?” Alex asked, handing Ms. Rosales a print out of her charges.

“Certainly!” Ms Rosales said, turning to her side as she grabbed a pen from the holder on the desk. As she signed the paper, Alex couldn’t stop himself from staring at how her body bulged outwards. Her breasts seemed to be swollen quite large with milk Alex realized. As for her stomach, Alex could tell that either she was well overdue with child or she was carrying twins.

“I just want to tell you that I loved my stay.” Ms. Rosales said as she scribbled her name on the paper. “My husband and I wanted to get away before these three are born.” she said, sliding the paper back over the desk.

“Three?”

Smiling, Ms. Rosales nodded. “Triplets. We were only planning on having one more, but I guess nature had other ideas.” she said. “Is there anything else?”

“No... umm... well, I hope you birth well. I mean that labor is good. Ahhhhh... I mean...”

Looking to the stammering clerks’ vest, Ms. Rosales smiled. “I know what you’re trying to say... Alex. Thank you!” she says before turning to slowly make her way to the front of the lobby. With each step, Alex couldn’t help but watch her belly sway.

“Three children? Then she must still have some time to go...” he thought to himself.

There was a deep chuckle from behind. “I guess to each their own...” a voice said.

“Marlon!” Alex said, jumping to attention. “How long were you standing there?”

The African-American supervisor smiled. “’Hope your labor is good...’” Marlon responded mockingly.

Shaking his head, Alex turned back to the computer. “Thanks Marlon, you’re a big help.”

“Anytime.”

“We’ve just left the airport. We should be arriving in a few hours.”

“Got that. I was thinking that you’d never come back.”

“You know they never get their affairs ready when we tell them Sherri.”

“I know Dan, just giving you a hard time.”

“Just make sure the suite is ready when we get there.”

“It’s almost ready now. I’m going to finish my final checks. I’ll see you two when you get back. Sherri out.” she said, hanging up her cellular phone.

Sliding the phone into her hip holder, Sherri looked around the suite. Silently she shook her head, trying to imagine living in such a place. There was an extra-large king size bed in the corner, situated perfectly so that you could lie on the bed and look out through the bay window seating area, past the cliffs, out to the ocean which stretched across the horizon. Next to that was the entertainment center, the shelves filled with everything anybody could ever want. A big screen TV, stereo, PlayStation2, DVD player, and even a mini-fridge built in to it.

Moving to the fridge, Sherri opened the door and looked through the contents. Sodas, pickles, chocolate, cheese, lunch meats, and several gallons of ice cream. Sherri checked off these items and more on her clipboard then just stopped and looked at the stocked fridge. Once this room was in full use, it would be difficult to keep the fridge so well stocked.

There was a bookcase filled with various reading materials. The kitchenette was spotless, another fridge completely filled as well. A long counter, plenty of cupboards, all checked off on Sherri’s board.

“Hey Sherri!” a voice called out.

Looking up from her board, she smiled as she caught movement going past the door. “Hey Falc! I’ll get things straightened up for you.”

From around the corner, words trailed in. “Thanks Sherri!”

Focusing back to her task, Sherri walked across the suite, poking her head into the over-sized bathroom. The work was finally finished on it, the tiling had taken much longer than expected. Looking around, Sherri noted that the towels, soaps, and shampoos had yet to be placed. She would have to make sure that got done. The walk-in oversized tub was ready as well. It should be filled with warm water, but Sherri would make sure that it would be filled just before the field agents arrived.

Stepping back into the main room, Sherri looked around again. This time though, she scowled. This room was a paradise. Every amenity would be taken care of. Her mind then wandered to her room on the island. Her room wasn’t even a quarter the size of this suite. There wasn’t an ocean view, there wasn’t a separate tub and shower. Heck, her own shower was barely large enough for herself! And no kitchenette at all, she got to eat at the cafeteria.

“All so some scientists can make men pregnant...” she sighed to herself. For a moment she let herself think about how much money the room alone must have cost. Every single consideration for pregnant men had been taken into account. The bookcase and entertainment center had no shelves over 6 feet high so that everything was in reach. The counters in the kitchen were lowered, the cupboard easily within reach. The bed and seats were raised. Even the writing desk had been modified. There was a large semi-circle cut into the writing area so that the pregnant male wouldn’t have to lean over.

Shaking her head, Sherri headed for the door. She had a few details that needed to be taken care of. Closing the door, she took a key from her wrist chain and locked it. Taking her walkie-talking from her belt, she turned away from the suite. “Alma, don’t forget the toiletries in suite two.”

The flight had been quiet the entire distance. To Alex’s right sat Dan. On his left, Cal. Much of the flight was spent in silence, much the same as the ride to a small airport just out of town. There were sandwiches available to him and a few magazines, but Alex wasn’t interested. Too much had gone on in the last few days.

“You arrange for my ‘disappearance’, you whisk me off to a little runway, you claim to have made me pregnant, and you can’t let me sit next to the window?” Alex finally asks, trying to break the silence.

“Sorry, those are the policies.” Cal said dryly, not moving his eyes from his copy of National Inquirer.

“I see...” Alex says, nodding his head slowly. Well, that hadn’t worked, still no conversation. He then leaned over and lifted the corner of the paper Cal was reading. “National Inquirer? You sure you’re not based off of the movie...”

Closing his paper, Cal turned quickly to Alex. “I just happen to like reading this! I was reading the Inquirer well before that movie!” he says in a huff before turning away.

A soft chuckle from Alex’s right. “He’s a little touchy about that.” Dan says softly.

“So I noticed...”

A tropical paradise.

Those were the first three words that went through Alex’s head when he stepped off the plane. The runway was within a stone’s throw from the beach, perfect blue water lapping along the golden sand. Palm trees swayed in a light breeze which kept the temperature cool, even with the sun shining overhead.

There was a large hill near the runway, trees sporadically dotting the green fields. At the top of the hill was what could only be described as a mansion. Large window fronted rooms with a large wooden balcony overlooking a cliff would be where Alex would be spending the next several months.

“This is the dining room. Breakfast is at 9am and dinner is at 6pm. During the day you’ll be allowed to snack as you need, but of course we’ll be watching carefully to make sure you maintain a healthy diet.” Dr. Phellps said, showing Alex a large wooden interior. The table was near a large window which looked out over the ocean. There were several chairs situated around the wooden table. Overall, the look wasn’t extravagant, but very comfortable.

“Everything is amazing.” Alex says, walking over to the large window and looking outwards. Everything he had seen the past hour had not failed to impress. The recreation room, kitchen, examination room, the indoor pool and spa, as well as the outdoor deck with yet another spa had not failed to

“We realize that you didn’t sign up for this project, so we want you to be as comfortable as possible.” the doctor said, stepping up next to Alex.

Turning to the older gentleman, Alex finally posed the question that had been on his mind ever since the plain flight. “Dr. Phellps... the virtual paradise island, this incredible facility, all for making males pregnant. Why?”

Dr. Phellps folded his arms across his chest. “Well, like I said, I’m sure you wouldn’t have chosen to undertake this endeavor...”

“No, I mean, why are you doing this experiment? Why are you working to make a male pregnancy possible?”

The doctor’s eyes didn’t leave the motion of the waves. “Well, I could tell you that this is just a scientific endeavor so that a husband could share the joy of bearing children with his wife, but I know that’s not going to completely satisfy your curiosity.”

“True. If it was just a scientific experiment, why the secluded location and the men in black agents?”

“Well, first off, don’t mention the comparison to Cal.”

“I learned that one quickly.”

“But to answer your question, I’m afraid that I’m not at liberty to divulge the answer at this time. Perhaps in a few months I’ll be able to, but I can’t now.” the doctor said, finally turning to face Alex, brushing a lock of his red hair from his forehead. “But come with me, there’s one more thing I need to show you.”

There was the sound of clanking metal coming from down the hall. “This is a new addition. The work out room.” Dr. Phellps said, motioning to the door. Alex looked up to the doctor, pausing for a moment before moving into the doorway.

Where he stopped cold.

Lying flat on his back was a blonde weightlifter. The arms were thick with large biceps, straining as they pushed up what must have been over 200 lbs. A thick chest rose with a deep breath, the strong legs steadying the position. But rising up from the bench was a huge dome of a stomach. There was the hint of muscular definition but for the most part is was a smooth expanse, shining slightly with a light sheen of sweat.

“Falcon! Got a moment?”

“Sure Doc!” the weightlifter says, grunting as he hefts the bar up and resting it in the holders. He then grabs the side of the bench and rolls to his side, wincing as he pushes himself into a seated position, his stomach filling his lap. “Who’s the new guy?” Falcon asks, grabbing a towel and dragging it across his forehead.

“Falcon, this is Alex.” Dr. Phellps said, walking into the room, encouraging Alex to follow. “He’s the new recruit we’ve been keeping an eye on.”

Falcon extends a hand up to Alex, a large smile on his face. “Welcome to Fantasy Island!” he says with a fake accent. “You’ll pardon me if I don’t get up right away.”

“Oh, um, it’s quite all right...” Alex stammers, taking the offered hand and shaking firmly. Try as he might, Alex is unable to take his eyes off of Falcon’s large tight stomach. “Are you... you’re....”

Falcon smiles. “Pregnant? Yes sir!” he says, chuckling. He then turns to the doctor. “Was I like this when I came in?”

“All the guys have had similar reactions” the doctor says, patting Alex on the shoulder. “Falcon here is about halfway through his pregnancy. Probably another four months to go, give or take a week.”

Alex simply nods, his hand going over his stomach, the only indication there being a firm, subtle yet noticeable bulge. Finally he shakes his head and looks down. “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare...” he mutters, blushing red.

“No problem.”

“Falcon, I was wondering if you would show Alex to his room, show him around a little. I have some paperwork I need to take care of in my office.” Dr. Phellps said, looking down at Falcon.

Falcon nods. “Sure thing Doc, I was just about done anyways.” he says, grabbing a white shirt and pulling it over his head. Alex can’t help but stare as Falcon stretches it down over his torso, stretching the shirt tightly around the expanse of his stomach.

“Thanks Falcon. Oh, and don’t be late for your physical exam tomorrow!” the doctor says, pointing his finger at Falcon as he heads for the door.

“Am I ever?”

“6 out of 10!” he doctor says as he disappears around the corner.

Dr. Phellps moves around the mahogany desk in his large office and settles into his high backed leather chair. His desk was always kept neat, the light of the sun shining on the top of the desk streaming through the wall of windows behind his chair. There were several bookcases lining the walls, each filled with books on reproductive sciences. There was the large file cabinet next to the cases, each shelf containing the information of the past experiments run by the clinic. The top shelf was reserved for the current in-house experiments: Falcon and Alex.

Flipping up the screen of his laptop, the doctor clicked a few keys. With a soft whirr of the drive and the electronic cascade of sound, it was up and running. Dr. Phellps double-clicked on an icon, and his video conferencing program started up. Before clicking on the “Connect” button, he stopped and looked into the mirror on his desk.

His black hair was streaked with gray and his face looked worn. It seemed like daily he could feel his youth slipping away. For over 30 years he had toiled away in the college laboratories, running inconsequential experiments on lab mice, reporting his findings to a small handful of people who would care. The doctor was over 50 before he finally was given the opportunity to truly make a difference.

Smoothing his beard and brushing his hair off of his forehead, he connected. He waited for several moments before the familiar image of his superior came on the screen.

“Report Dr. Phellps?”

“The subject known as Falcon is progressing as scheduled. His approximate due date is in four months, 5 days. The child is growing steadily and is already 6 pounds. The target weight of 12 pounds by birth should be easily attainable.”

“What about the new man?”

“The subject’s name is Alex. 22 year old white Caucasian male, 150 pounds. He was impregnated approximately 3 weeks ago with 2FET-MM accel and his body, after the standard adjustment period, has accepted.”

“That is good to hear. We are rapidly running out of time.”

“Every time we talk, you mention that fact.”

“That’s because I don’t want you to doubt the importance of these experiments.”

“Trust me, I don’t. In four months you’ll have your answer.”

“And the answer better be what I want it to hear.”

“You’ll hear the results of our experiments, whether they be good or bad. I am not a miracle worker.”

“Just remember your compensation is based off of POSITIVE results.”

“I am well aware of that.”

“I want daily reports on this ‘Alex’. Is that understood?”

“Understood. Pointless, but understood.”

“Don’t push me, Phellps. Aroth out.”

The connection suddenly terminated. Leaning back in his chair, the doctor folded his arms across his chest and turned to the large window, looking out to a grove of palm trees. “Stubborn fool.” he muttered to himself.

Falcon pushed open the door to suite number two. “Lastly, this is your room.” he said, stepping back.

Alex slipped in past Falcon into the large room. He looked around in awe, this place was huge! “This one room puts my entire apartment to shame.” he says as he steps to the middle of the floor and looks around him.

“And everything you’ll ever want will be taken care of.” Falcon says as he walks over to the fridge. Pulling it open, he grabs himself a carton of ice cream and pops the top off, tossing it into the trash. Taking a spoon from a nearby drawer, he helps himself to a huge bite of rocky road.

Slowly Alex walked over to the window seat and got to his knees, staring out at the ocean. “This place is gorgeous.” he says, peering off to the side, down to a sandy beach. He could see a few people lying on colored blankets soaking up the sun.

Taking another spoonful of ice cream, Falcon waddled over to the window and looked out. “The staff. All told there’s only about 10 people total here. The doc, Sherri, a few janitors and housekeepers, and the cook. That’s about it. And of course Cal and Dan. A small handful of people on this island. But you know what’s the most amazing?”

Alex felt Falcon’s hand come down on his shoulder and he turned to look at the blonde man. “What?”

“They’re all here for you and me. We need anything, and I mean ANYTHING, they’ll get it for us.” he says before sitting down on the cushioned area, a hand supporting his stomach.

Turning away from the window, Alex sits down next to Falcon, leaning back against the glass. “So... you’re pregnant.” Alex finally manages after a pause.

Falcon nods. “I am. And so are you.”

Alex looks down at himself, staring at the firm roundness of his still small stomach. “I still can’t believe it.”

“Neither could I.” he says, resting the carton of ice cream on the shelf of his stomach, the white shirt pulling up slightly from around his waist, the tiniest ring of stomach showing. “But you’ll get used to it eventually.”

Turning his gaze from his stomach, he looks over to Falcon’s. He swallows, then tentatively reaches out his hand. “May I?” he asks.

“Of course.” Falcon responds, a smile on his face.

At first, Alex’s fingers lightly brush over the area of Falcon’s tight stomach that pokes out from under his shirt. It feels so hard and firm. Finally, Alex presses his entire hand against the pregnancy, his fingers slipping under the bottom of the shirt. “Let me help.” Falcon says as his own hands grab his shirt. With a swift swipe of his arms, he pulls the shirt off, the entire roundness of his stomach exposed.

“How... how far along are you?” Alex asks, rubbing small circles against the tight stomach.

“I’ve actually got another three months to go.” Falcon responds.

The hand on Falcon’s stomach pauses. “Three months? But... you’re already huge!”

Falcon chuckles. “You’re telling me?” he says, placing his own hand over Alex’s.

Alex just shakes his head. “Did they... do this without asking you, like they did me?”

“Yeah,” Falcon says nodding. “As they did with all of the guys before us.”

“How many guys have there been?”

“Well, I only know what’s been passed along from one guy to the next and the best I can figure, you’re the sixth.” Falcon says, pressing Alex’s hand tighter against his pregnancy.

Alex slowly slides his hand across the tightly stretched skin, noticing that there isn‘t a single stretch mark. “So, they’ve kidnapped six guys, impregnated them against their will, and kept this all top secret. Why?”

Shrugging, Falcon lets go of Alex’s hand, going back to his ice cream, noticing that Alex’s hand doesn’t leave his stomach. “I don’t know.” he says, swallowing a spoonful of ice cream. “What I do know though is that they treat us like kings while we’re here and from what I’ve been told, we’re more than adequately compensated for our time and services when we get back.”

Letting his eyes finally move from Falcon’s stomach, he can’t help but be impressed by Falcon’s physique. His chest is thick and round, flexing with the slightest of movements. Falcon’s arms are also incredibly thick with muscle, the strong biceps bulging. Noticing the gaze, Falcon smiles and flexes his arm. “Nice?”

“Impressive!”

“Bodybuilder since I was a teen. Been in a few contests, never won anything, but odd as it sounds, getting pregnant has helped me develop?”

“Really? Based on how you’re putting away that ice cream, I find that hard to believe.”

“No lie. I don’t have much to do all day, so I spend most of it working out, swimming, and resting. That, and while I can’t confirm it, I think the increase in testosterone has helped.”

Letting his hand slide from Falcon’s stomach, Alex looks curiously at his own stomach. “I wouldn’t expect that. More testosterone.”

“I overheard them mention something like that though they haven’t come right out and said so.”

Nodding, Alex grunts as he stands up. “Excuse me, gotta hit the restroom.”

“You’ll get used to that too.”

“What?” Alex asks, looking over his shoulder as he heads to the bathroom.

“Going to the bathroom every hour!”

Laughing, Alex stepped into the bathroom and stopped in his tracks. It was huge! The over-sized tub, the shower, the way the surfaces gleamed with the light. For a moment Alex felt a bit guilt for having to do his business, but that feeling only lasted for a second. Pulling down his pants, Alex took care of his business.

Outside, Falcon softly chuckled to himself as he pulled himself up, one hand holding onto the wall for support. He knew Alex would fit in just fine, and in more ways than one. With his stomach swaying with each step, Falcon waddled over to the kitchen unit and tossed the now empty container of ice cream into the trash.

The bottom of the lasagna was burnt.

Of course it was burnt.

Those two guinea pigs would get the good lasagna for dinner tonight. Sherri and the rest of the staff would get everything that was quite perfect.

Like always.

Sherri simply picked at the pasta. She wasn’t terribly hungry.

“Problem with dinner?”

A quick glance up without moving the head matched the face to the voice. “You have to ask doctor?”

Dr. Phellps slid into a chair across from the head housekeeper. “It’s a tad tough on the bottom, but good nonetheless.”

A quick look shot the doctor’s way was Sherri’s only response. A moment of silence passes as Phellps takes a bite. “I’ve noticed you seem a little put out lately. You know my door is always open.”

“As long as I have a vacuum...”

“That was low Sherri.”

Sherri continued to pick at her lasagna. “Sherri, I wish you’d talk to me. I’m not a mind reader.”

“We get the burnt food, THEY get the best.”

“I’ll talk to the cooks and make sure that we get the same quality food as the gentlemen. But that’s hardly the only problem, is it?”

“Doc, do you have any problem with the quality of my job?”

“Of course not. You hit every detail on the head, I’ve never found any dust in my office. You do your job superbly.”

“Then Mr. Phellps, since me and my team do such a good job, could you make sure you’re not scraping the bottom of the barrel for us?”

Phellps nods softly. “I promise you Sherri, I’ll do that.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somebody’s office to clean.” Sherri says, getting up from the table.

Stifling the urge to comment on the fact that Sherri’s lasagna was barely touched, Dr. Phellps just nods. As Sherri walks off, Dr. Phellps sighs. “She’s getting worse...” he comments to himself before turning back to the lasagna.

“And this is burnt a little...”

Alex groaned as he thrusts in and out of Falcon’s ass. His hands gripped the pregnant bodybuilder’s side, occasionally reaching down to slide them over Falcon’s tight stomach.

As Alex thrust, the baby rocked back and forth, making Falcon wince. Using one hand, Falcon held himself up, the other under his stomach trying to support his weight. “Oh man, you’re good at this…” he groaned.

Leaning forward, Alex smiled as he pushed his cock into the bodybuilder’s tight ass. “I have had some experience.” he hissed. He then reached under Falcon’s stomach, searching around the dome until his fingers brushed against the hard shaft jutting from his friend’s groin.

A low moan escaped Falcon as Alex’s fingers wrapped around his cock and started to stroke. With a hand around his cock and a thick shaft in his ass, Falcon was in heaven. His stomach kept swinging back and hitting the crown of his cock with each thrust.

Above him, Alex gasped in pleasure as he thrust his shaft in and out of the pregnant bodybuilder. He could feel Falcon’s ass tightening around his cock, the intense pleasure building. It was almost more than he could bear and he felt his balls pulling tight.

“Oh man… I… I’m gonna cum…” Alex moaned. Then, unable to hold out any longer, he cried out as his cock jerked hard inside of Falcon. His back going rigid, hands gripping the sides of Falcon’s swollen stomach, he came, hot sticky seed spraying deep into Falcon’s ass.

Holding himself tight against Falcon’s ass, he continued to cum for several long, intense moments until his orgasm slowly faded. Leaning forward, Alex rested on Falcon’s back, his firm and slightly swollen belly pressing down onto his partner’s back.

“That was good…” Alex moaned, his hands slowly roaming across Falcon’s sides.

Squeezing his ass around Alex’s softening cock, Falcon grinned. “I don’t believe you haven’t done that in over half a year…”

“It’s true. Work and soccer kept me too busy.” Alex said as he slowly withdrew his cock from the warm embrace.

Groaning as the soft shaft of meat slid out of him, Falcon rolled onto his side. “You can never be too busy for sex!” he chided. “Anyways, that’s the past. We’ll be able to fuck nightly. That is, until your pregnancy gets too big!” he says with a chuckle, patting Alex’s firm belly.

Rolling onto his back, Alex presses his hand against his stomach. Just a few short weeks ago, he would have felt a set of rock-hard abs. “I still can’t believe I’m going to get as big as you.” he says.

“Probably bigger.”

Alex nods and moves his hand to the heavy baby-filled belly next to him. “Now that we’re properly introduced, when do we eat?” Alex asked.

Chuckling, Falcon patted Alex’s pecs. “Now! Tonight is lasagna night and it’s always perfect! Now, hand me my shorts.”

Dinner, of course, was excellent. Large servings of lasagna dripping with cheese, green beans, bread, and milk rounded out the menu. Falcon encourages Alex to fill up. “Eating for two.” the bodybuilder kept joking. The two men ate for a while, downing thirds and then fourths, Alex slightly surprised how much he could eat with Falcon’s encouragement. After dinner, the two men headed back to their rooms.

Lying on his large bed, Alex stared up at the ceiling, his hand resting on his stomach. Softly, he patted the firm belly, now smooth, with no hint of the six-pack that he had possessed just a few short weeks ago.

After dinner, he and Falcon had gone out to the deck where they talked until the sun had gown down. It still hadn’t quite hit him yet.

But it was hitting him now.

He really was pregnant.

This wasn’t some elaborate joke his soccer buddies were playing on him. There was a baby growing inside of him. In just a few short months, he would be as bloated and distended as Falcon was.

With this in his head and with his hand caressing his baby, Alex drifted to sleep.

“He’s well built.”

“Highest physical score after Falcon.”

“Who?”

“Subject number 5.”

“Growth report.”

“2FET-MM accel is growing five percent faster than anticipated, but we can compensate.”

“Psychological report.”

“He is adjusting as predicted. Number 6 has established a friendship with number 5 and they have… bonded physically.”

“Physically? Explain.”

“Well… they have had intimate sexual contact.”

“I will want a full report on what was done. I will also want a full report for any further contact in the future these two subjects have.”

“Is that necessary?”

“Number 6 is progressing at a faster rate than anticipated.”

“True.”

“…”

“Yes sir.”

The morning sunlight streamed in through the bay window, between the open blinds. The light landed directly on the face of the blond bodybuilder who was valiantly, but unsuccessfully, trying to ignore it.

His baby seemed to understand what time it was though and started to stir. A swift kick made Falcon grunt and he rolled onto his side, away from the light. His stomach shifted and rolled, landing heavily on the covers. The baby rolled inside of Falcon’s stomach and kicked again.

Falcon groaned. “I’m up, I’m up….” he mumbled before wincing from a third kick.

Sitting up, Falcon blinked a few times, clearing his vision. He then turned to his clock. The red digital letters shined clearly.

8:50

“Shit. My check-up starts in 10 minutes!”

Jumping out of bed, Falcon waddled as quickly as he could to the closet and threw it open. He grabbed the first pair of stretch shorts he saw. Checking to make sure the pants were clean, he then tossed them to the floor. Grunting, he bent over, straining to see around his stomach as he tried to guide his feet into his pant legs. Finally succeeding, he then kneeled down and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them up, stretching the elastic band around his pregnancy.

Grabbing a shirt, he waddled into the bathroom. He quickly ran a comb through his hair and brushed his teeth at the same time. All the while his baby seemed to spur him on, squirming about and kicking in Falcon’s womb. “I’m going!” Falcon protested, but it made no difference to the child. Remembering his shirt, Falcon headed for the door.

Falcon waddles out and went past Alex’s door. “Rise and shine!” he called out, pounding on the door as he moved on.

As he quickly wobbled down the hall, he threw his shirt over his head. Taking hold of the bottom, he pulled the shirt down over his stomach, but halfway down, his hands flew off.

Stopping for just a moment, Falcon tried to pull his shirt down over his baby-swollen gut again, only to find that the shirt was woefully too short. “Damn! I knew I shouldn’t have kept my old shirts.” he grumbled to himself. He stared down at the vast ring of his stomach that bulged out from under the shirt and briefly contemplated going back to his room and getting another shirt, but that would just make him even later for his appointment. Sighing, with his stomach hanging out of his shirt, he waddled on.

Alex winced and tossed, his sleep anything but peaceful. The first rays of light started to stream into the room when, unexpectedly, there was a pounding at the door.

“Rise and shine!” Falcon’s voice came from the other side. Groaning, Alex slowly sits up, then winces, holding his arm wrapping around his stomach. Throwing himself off the bed, Alex covered his mouth with his free hand and ran for the bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet and with a heave, started to vomit.

A few minutes later, Alex wiped his mouth and slowly stood, grabbing the sink counter. The could water started to run and he splashed it against his face. Looking up, Alex saw his reflection in the mirror. Staring at his reflection, he put his hand over his stomach.

“Kid, you’re going to kill me if you keep this up!” he groans, stroking his firm stomach.

“You’re late.”

“Come on Dr. Phellps. It’s only a minute after!”

“The doctor turned to regard the pregnant bodybuilder and raised an eyebrow at the heavy sphere bulging out of the shirt, popped-out belly button for all the world to see. “Isn’t your shirt just a little too small?” Phellps asked.

Falcon sighed. “In my rush to get here on time, I grabbed an old shirt” he said, waddling over to the examination table. With a grunt, he heaved himself up onto the table and laid down.

Moving around the table, Dr. Phellps put his hand on top of Falcon’s pregnant belly. “You’re getting big, young man.” he commented as he pressed against the tight surface.

“I’m just a bit concerned as to how big I’m going to get by the time this kid is ready to be born.” Falcon said, slightly grunting as the doctor’s hand pressed into his stomach.

“Well, the male body wasn’t designed to get pregnant, as you know, so there is little internal space to work with. Therefore, you are carrying very much to the front. Due to this reason and the fact that you are carrying more amniotic fluids to help cushion the child, you are going to end up at… oh, I’d say at least twice the size as a woman would be at term.” the doctor explained.

Falcon blinked. “T…twice the size?”

“That a conservative guess.”

“But Steve didn’t get that big!” Falcon protested, referring to the pregnant man who was at the clinic when he arrived.

“You’re right. You’re the first man to carry a baby past 7 pounds.” Dr. Phellps said as he pushed the inadequate shirt upwards.

“Just how big is this kid going to get?” Falcon asked as the doctor reached for a tube of jelly.

Squirting a handful of the gel into his hand, Dr. Phellps focused his attention to the impending sonogram. “We’re anticipating 10 to 12 pounds.” the doctor said matter-of-factly, his hand spreading the cold jelly over Falcon’s domed stomach.

“12 pounds? Damn, that bigger than most babies.” Falcon said before gasping at the doctor’s cold touch. “And can’t you warm that stuff up a little before you rub it on?”

Grabbing a small device, Dr. Phellps pressed it firmly against Falcon’s stomach. “Falcon, please calm down, you’re exciting your baby,” he said, feeling the child thump against the device.

Falcon winced at the kick. “I got news for ya doc, this kid has been riled up since I woke up!”

Dr. Phellps ignored the statement and focused on the near-by monitor. The hand-held slowly slid around Falcon’s belly, eliciting nods and grunts from the bodybuilder. “Well, everything looks good so far. Have you been experiencing any unusual discomfort?”

Shaking his head, Falcon sat up and grabbed a towel. “No doctor.” he said, rubbing the towel over his stomach.

“Good.” Phellps said. “Now, go to the bathroom and you’ll be done.”

“Fine.”

Sliding off of the table, Falcon waddled to the bathroom. Once inside, he stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. His hands slid under his stomach, supporting the weight. Falcon shook his head. “I can’t believe my stomach is going to more than double in size…”

“Hey Dan, take a look at what I found.” Cal said, stepping over to Dan’s table.

Dan wiped syrup off of his lips. “Whatcha got?”

Cal dropped a few sheets of paper onto the table, missing Dan’s plate of pancakes. “That’s just it, I have no idea.”

Dan picked up the pages. They looked like forms but the writing was completely indecipherable. This wasn’t just a different language like Spanish, but even the symbols were different. Along the bottom were two signatures. The first resembled nothing more than a line with a few swirls. The other, however, was immediately recognized. “Dr. Phellps’ signature? Where did you get this?”

“It was included in a stack of papers he sent to me. I don’t think this was meant to be included.” Cal said, sliding into a seat across from Dan.

“And whose signature is that? I’ve never seen it before.”

“I was hoping you would know, Dan. You’ve been here longer than I have.”

Setting the forms down, Dan regarded the younger Cal. “We need to keep our eyes out, this has me extremely concerned.”

“Why is that?”

“A few things. I’ve seen this writing, but it was a long time ago. I asked Phellps about it back then. Claimed he knew nothing about it.”

Cal nodded. “Why didn’t you mention this to me before?”

“I believed the doctor.” Dan said. “Then there are those private conferences he has. Ever wonder who they are with?”

“I have.”

Sighing, Dan took another bite of his breakfast. “This is a great job.” he said as he swallowed. “And I love the uniform, but I think we need to start looking into this.”

Nodding, Cal leaned forward. “So, where do we start?”

The wave crashed against the rock at the base of the cliff, sending a white spray into the air. The light breeze swept up the cliff face, bringing just the slightest spray of mist up to the redwood deck.

A large plastic table with a yellow sun umbrella was centered in the deck, four cushioned chairs surrounding it. Alex sat at the table, a stack of pancakes smothered with syrup in front of him.

It was a beautiful set-up. After his morning sickness had passed, Alex had gone to the cafeteria where one of the aides suggested breakfast on the deck. Alex was glad he did. There were footsteps on the wooden stairs leading to the deck. Looking up, Alex watched Falcon slowly waddle down the stairs, holding onto the handrail firmly. “Morning Falc. How was the exam?”

“Went fairly well.” Falcon said, moving over to one of the chairs. A server followed behind with a serving tray. It was set on the table and the cover was removed, showing Falcon’s stack of pancakes. “Looks good.!”

Alex watched his friend take a seat, adjust himself as he felt his length stiffen. “Damn he’s hot.” he thought to himself. “Especially with that baby gut.”

Not noticing the gaze, Falcon dove into his breakfast, making short work of the pancakes. “Isn’t that shirt a little short on you? Alex eventually asked to which Falcon just gave an indignant grunt. Getting up, Alex went to the rail surrounding the deck and watched the ocean as Falcon wiped his mouth. He shook his head, reaching down to adjust himself again. He felt just a bit awkward.

It had just hit him. Getting aroused at the sight of a pregnant man wasn’t exactly normal. A pregnant woman made a little more sense. Granted, he had never thought of pregnancy as sexy in the first place. Wasn’t until right after he was impregnated that he did.

Suddenly, Alex felt a slap upon his ass. “Sleep well?” Falcon asked, grabbing Alex’s ass.

Jumping and then quickly turning, Alex’s hand hit the firm flesh of Falcon’s stomach. “Yea, I did.” he said, his hand staying on Falcon’s pregnancy.

“Lucky.” Falcon chuckled. “I only got occasional bursts of sleep.” he sighed, his finger sliding up between Alex’s butt cheeks.

“Hey now!” Alex said, patting Falcon’s swollen stomach. “Vigorous activity is just going to wake the baby up.”

A thump from Falcon’s stomach against Alex’s hand was adequate enough to prove him wrong. “Baby is already awake.” Falcon said with a grunt.

Grinning, Alex nodded. “Apparently!” he noted, rubbing where the child kicked. He then jumped again as Falcon’s hand slid around his hips and pressed against his hard package.

“Shall we have some fun?” Falcon asked, winking.

“Here? What about the servant?”

“So? Ten to one that we’re being watched twenty-four hours a day. What difference if there if we fuck here or fuck in the ‘privacy’ of our rooms?”

Alex turned his head, thinking. He wasn’t allowed to think for long. Falcon’s hand squeezed his cock and he moaned. “What the hell…” he finally decided, his hand sliding down over the bulging pregnancy, fingers brushing against the stretched, firm shorts hidden by Falcon’s massive stomach.

Smiling, Falcon pushed Alex’s hand away. “Not yet, there’s something I haven’t done in ages.” he said. The bodybuilder then rested a hand on Alex’s shoulder. With a grunt, Falcon slowly kneeled down, pushing Alex back against the handrail.

“Ahh… I see…” Alex moaned as Falcon’s nose rubbed against his shorts. A hand slid up Alex’s thigh, hooking the waistband down. No sooner were the shorts past Alex’s groin than Falcon’s mouth wrapped around the freed cock.

Alex’s head rolled back, groaning as Falcon’s tongue slid along the underside of his shaft. Reaching down, his hand pressed against the back of Falcon’s hair, pushing his cock deeper into the warm mouth.

Rocking his head back and forth, Falcon eagerly worked the hard cock, his hand reaching up to cup Alex’s balls, tugging them lightly. The combination of the sucking and fondling was incredible, making Alex gasp and groan, his hand gripping the rail tightly.

A clink came from the direction of the table and through the haze of his sexual bliss Alex looked over. The servant was cleaning off the used utensils from the table, seemingly not at all caring that a heavily pregnant bodybuilder was giving a blow job to another pregnant guy.

Falcon’s finger started pressing against Alex’s asshole, stealing his attention back. He pushed against the probing finger, groaning as it slid inside of him. Panting heavily, Alex started to rock his hips, pushing his shaft into Falcon’s mouth, followed immediately by pushing against the squirming finger. “Oh damn Falc, I… I can’t hold back…” he stammered.

“Then don’t.” Falcon mumbled around the cock filling his mouth, his head pressing against the small, firm bulge of Alex’s stomach.

His body shuddering, Alex’s head rolled back, letting loose with a loud, long grunt as he cock jerked. A torrent of cum shot from his shaft, quickly filling Falcon’s mouth. With cum flooding him, the bodybuilder started to eagerly swallow, not letting a single drop of the salty seed go to waste.

Alex’s cock sprayed out cum for several volleys before finally fading. The length finally starting to soften, Falcon made sure to clean the length, not leaving a drop of seed anywhere. Finally, Falcon slid his mouth off of Alex’s cock. Rubbing his hands over his taut stomach, he smiled. “Thanks!”

Panting, Alex looked down at the pregnant blonde. “No, thank you!”

Stepping up onto the stairs, arms full, the servant smiled.

The next month seemed to fly by. Days on the beach, swimming in the pool in the evening, sex with Falcon almost daily. Alex was loving his vacation. Sure, his stomach was slowly inflating, but if being pregnant was the only payment for this paradise… then… well, maybe that's not a bad deal. His stomach grew out from the small firm dome it had been into a presence on his body. It took getting used to as he expanded. He couldn't scoot up to the table as close as he usually did, occasionally hitting the edge of the table with a grunt. His appetite had increased as well. When he was playing soccer, he kept himself to a strict diet, now he was eating more in one sitting than he would in an entire day.

The month was taking its time. He was already rather heavier and he wasn't getting any lighter. A month's worth of growth was taking its toll on the bodybuilder. While he may have strong legs, the constant weight pulling at his front was wearing him out. Falcon decided he wasn't getting up unless he had to, preferring to lounge around his room shirtless. After all, why wear a shirt if it wasn't going to cover his huge pregnancy? If there was any relief to the monotony of the day, it was whenever Alex came over to visit. Damn that boy was horny! Even though he was getting to big to move about, Alex could still get around. The number of times Alex had been in his ass or sucked his cock… well, Falcon had lost count. At least there was just a month or so to go. Oh man, a month? His stomach already nearly filled his entire lap as he sat down! How much bigger was he going to get in a month…

The month dragged on, slower and slower. Sherri was really tired of the stained sheets she had to clean coming from Falcon's room. Damn pregnant cows, can't even bother to wipe up. Don't they realize that SOMEBODY has to clean up after a night of sex? She had gotten a raise from Phellps, but what good was a raise if she couldn't spend the money. After all, this facility was the only thing on the island! Sure, she could probably retire when she got home, but who knew how many more pregnant guys were going to waddle through here. Occasionally she would think back to Walt, the guy who was here before Steve. He was what, the third subject? At least Walt remembered the cleaning staff and even when he was at his biggest, he went out of his way to say "Hi" and do what cleaning up he could. But Alex and Falcon…

The month seemed to be a little more aggravating than most. With Alex and Falcon having sex nightly he had to write a report on their sexual exploits every day. Add that to Alex's daily report and a daily report on Falcon (a recent addition by Aroth) and he barely had time to give his regular exams of the two men. Then, after that, there was almost no time for the day to day running of the clinic! "We are rapidly running out of time." the voice kept echoing in his head. At least Aroth considered Alex the final experiment. Failure wasn't an option. At least he had made progress with the cooking staff. Hey, you take your victories where you can get them! Glancing at a supplies catalogue, he erased the 1 by the case of Aleve and wrote in 2. But then there was that report on number three…

The month proved to be quite informative. Cal and Dan had decided to keep their eyes out for anything odd. Well, anything odd other than two pregnant males waddling all over the place. There were a few things that didn't sit right with them, now that they were looking for things. Of course there was that door in the corner of Phellps' office that was never opened. Just a closet the doctor insisted, but even Sherri didn't know what it was. First off, the report he found on Bob, the agent Dan worked with before Cal, seemed a little odd. Bob was a big guy, clearly strong. Dan remembered him telling stories about when he was a bouncer at a bar. Yet the report filed upon his departure stated that Walt had attacked him with an iron pole. Never mind that finding a random pole on the island took a little searching, but even with a pole, Walt, who was listed was in the last trimester of his pregnant would be no match for a bouncer! But that was possible, if narrowly. But then something in Walt's file, which Cal had been able to poke through, made it even more questionable.

"Hey Dan…" Cal hissed as he slid into a chair across from Dan.

"Why do your major discoveries always happen during breakfast?" Dan asked as he finished his eggs.

"Never mind breakfast! Remember that report we found on Walt?"

"Yeah. The strain of being pregnant was too much for him, his mind flipped. I doubt that though, he seemed to be dealing with it fine to me." Dan said, setting his fork down.

Pulling a sheet of paper out of his coat, he laid it out on the table triumphantly, sliding it over to his partner. "I found this while I was poking through Walt's file, it get the feeling it was filed in there by accident." Cal said, sliding down into the chair opposite of Dan.

Taking a drink from his orange juice, Dan's eyes scanned over the document. It looked like an accident form…

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Name: Walt

Designation: Number 3

Date: Feb 26th, 2001

Location: Stairs leading down to cliff-side deck.

Description of accident: In the morning of the 26th, Walt apparently decided he would spend some time relaxing on the deck. As he was making his way down the stairs, his foot slipped on a wet board and he ended up falling down over half of the flight of stairs.

Description of injuries: In addition to numerous scrapes and bruises, Walt hit his head on the floor of the deck, knocking him unconscious. He will require several stitches and an extended stay in a hospital.

Fetus type: 1FET-M

Description of injuries to fetus: Walt was very close to term, so the child was quite large, nearly 7 pounds. Copious amounts of amniotic fluids cushioned the child from severe injury, but the fetus was hit with the impact of the deck floor. Possible mental injury. Extended hospital stay with intensive care for the fetus is recommended.

Action taken: Walt was immediately evacuated to a stateside facility which can provide more in-depth analysis and medical treatments for the child. Steve will be informed of the accident. Also, non-slip strips will be applied to steps leading down to deck and Steve, along with all future pregnant men, will be instructed in proper handrail usage.

Signed,

Phellps

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Looking up to Cal, Dan's face twisted with curiosity. "That never happened. I would have been told…"

"Exactly! This form was filled out one day before the 'real' explanation with Walt and Bob was filled. I get the feeling this document was never intended to be filed." Cal said, his face beaming.

"So I wonder, what was the point of fabricating this story. I get the feeling neither of the stories about Walt's leaving is true…" Dan thought out loud. But what on Earth could have inspired such a cover-up? Had Walt stumbled upon something he shouldn't have?

Grunting softly, Alex tried to sit up straight as Dr. Phellps pressed two fingers against the side of his stomach. He could feel the form of something inside of him, though he couldn't feel anything definite. His stomach bulged in front of him, resting on his thighs. "So how's the kid doing, doc?"

Picking up a clipboard, the doctor didn't look up. Instead, he took his pen and made some notes. "The baby is growing nice and big. A bit fast, but nothing to worry about." The doctor said as he stepped around to the other side.

Shaking his head, Alex leaned back on the table, grunting softly as his stomach shifted in his lap. He sat there as the doctor continued to push and prod his stomach until finally, after several minutes of silence had passed, Alex had to break the silence. "Something bothering you, doc? You're rarely this quiet."

Before the doctor could answer, there was a rapid succession of beeps. "Excuse me." Phellps said as he pulled a cell phone from his pocket. "Phellps here."

There was a short silence as the doctor nodded. "Number three?" he asked. Another short pause to which Alex strained to hear what was being said, but nothing could be discerned. "I'm on my way." Phellps said as he closes his phone. "Alex, I'm going to have to cut this exam short." the doctor said, collecting up several of the papers on the counter. Tossing the shirt to the pregnant soccer player, the doctor moved to the door. "We will finish this exam tonight." he says and quickly rounded the corner.

Alex just watched in silence. The doctor had never been so distracted, so quiet. Something had to be going on. Shrugging, Alex pulled his shirt over his head and pulled it down over his stomach. With a grunt, he slid off of the exam table and headed out. Waddling down the hallway, Alex headed for the doors outside. Alex and Falcon had talked in the morning and Falcon said he was planning on getting some sun, so he would probably be out on the beach.

Sure enough, once he got outside, Alex immediately spotted the bodybuilder resting in a reclining chair in the shade of a tree. It wasn't hard to find Falcon, his massive stomach was easily spotted from a distance. Trudging through the sand, Alex got over to the area where Falcon was resting and lowered his heavy frame down into a free chair. Looking from his stomach to the bodybuilders, he could see that while Falcon was still definitely bigger, he was quickly catching up. "How you feeling Falcon?"

"Tired. I'm not going back in until this evening. Took me forever to get across the sand with this kid." he said, rubbing his stomach.

Alex chuckled. "I can imagine. How heavy is the kid, anyways?"

"At the last exam, Phellps said the baby was around 8 pounds. The fluids and everything else add quite a bit more." he said, still not having bothered to open his eyes. It had taken forever to get comfortable and he wasn't about to jeopardize it with any unnecessary movement. Granted, having his stomach pressing down on top of him wasn't comfortable either, but he had the abs that could handle it.

"So, have you noticed anything odd about Phellps lately?" Alex asked.

Grunting as his baby kicks, Falcon strokes his massive belly. "He seems a little distracted. But he's probably just going through a rough patch. Everybody does."

Alex nods, shifting his weight in the chair. "I suppose." he said, then remembered something the doctor said. "You know anything about a 'number three'?"

"Nope. Can't say that I do."

Sighing, Alex rolled onto his side on the wide chair and rested in the shade of the tree. For once, the child inside of him didn't protest and the next thing he knew, he was napping.

There were three rapid knocks on the door. "Dr. Phellps? We had an appointment?" Dan's voice called out as he slowly opened the door. "Dr. Phellps?"

Dan was certain that the doctor was going to be in his office. After all, he saw the doctor cross the hallway just a few minutes before, heading in this direction. He hadn't come back and there really wasn't anything else next to his office except for a supply cabinet. "Hmmm… maybe I did miss…" Dan commented to himself before pausing.

Looking closely, Dan stepped into the office and peered into the corner. The door that was always closed was just slightly ajar. He couldn't help but feel just a little curious. Moving across the office, he slowly pulled the door open. Dan paused for a moment as he looked down a flight of stairs. This was new. He had always assumed the facility was single story, nobody had ever told him there was another floor. Glancing down the curving staircase, not seeing or hearing anybody, he decided to go down.

Without anything on the walls to guide him, it was difficult for Dan to figure how far down he had gone, but by the time he got to the landing, he estimated he had gone down three stories. The stairway came out onto a long hallway, off of which were a few doors. The entire hall was stark white, quite the contrast to the facilities above. But again, there were no people, but there was the faint sound of voices coming from one of the doors.

Removing his shoes and carrying them in his hands, he slowly stepped down the hallway in the direction of the voices. He immediately recognized one of the voices, that of Dr. Phellps. There were two others, one was a younger male's voice, one he didn't recognize. The other was very deep and gruff, this one didn't speak much. It was mostly Dr. Phellps' voice coming from the door. Reaching the doorway, Dan listened for a minute.

"Wal… Number three is crowning." Dr. Phellps said with a cold, emotionless statement.

The younger voice, prompted by a beep from a computer, responded. "All the children seem to be fine. Contractions are 30 second apart."

Dan blinked. 'All the children'? 'Contractions'? Finally, unable to hold himself back, Dan poked his head around the corner.

His eyes went wide. "Oh… my… god…" he whispered.

Alex moans softly, rolling his head as he slowly started to wake up. He had been having a rather nice dream, having sex with a group of pregnant bodybuilders, muscles bulging, stomachs swelling with babies as they each bred each other. But something else woke him up. It took a moment to register the erection jutting out from under his stomach and the warm embrace of a mouth around his cock. Sometime during his nap he had rolled onto his back and his legs were spread. The lounge chair next to him was empty and though he had trouble looking down around his heavy stomach, he knew that had to be Falcon's head pressing against the underside of his stomach.

"Mmmmm… that's quite a way to wake up…" Alex moaned, closing his eyes again as his hands went to either side of his stomach, caressing the tight skin stretched around his babies.

Falcon didn't say anything in response. After all, that would have meant letting go of Alex's shaft. It was funny, when Falcon got up, he wasn't planning on sucking cock, but as he looked down at his slumbering pregnant friend, his body illuminated by the sun, he couldn't help himself. And it didn't take much to get the young man aroused. He couldn't be certain of it, of course, but being pregnant seemed to make his sex drive shoot through the roof!

Alex, on the other hand, was starting to moan, the mix of the smell of salt water in the air, the sun on his body, and the heavy weight of his pregnancy serving to accentuate the incredible feelings coming from his cock. Even with his stomach weighing heavily down on him, he started to thrust his hips, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to last long. He was never able to last long when Falcon went down on him.

The soccer players' body started to tighten, his back arching and thrusting his stomach into the air. Feeling his balls pulling tight and his friends mouth completely engulf his shaft, Alex gave in to the intense pleasure. Crying out, he shot deep into Falcon's mouth, knowing that the bodybuilder was eagerly gulping down the salty seed.

There was the sound of something running through the sound. Struggling, Alex tried to sit up, even with Falcon still sucking down his cum, but even Falcon became curious, looking up over Alex's bulging stomach.

Dan was running across the beach, coming straight towards the two. "Alex, Falcon! Have you seen Cal?"

"Ummm… no… been a bit… busy…" Alex moaned, still in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Dan growled softly, stopping as he came up alongside of the pregnant men. Looking down at them, he opened his mouth to say something, then noticed the slick cock between Alex's legs and Falcon's mouth only a few inches away. "Oh, sorry to interrupt. If you see Cal, tell him I HAVE to talk to him." Dan finally said before turning and bolting back to the facility.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Alex looked down at Falcon over his pregnancy. "Now what was that all about?"