Kitties gettin' soft! So huggable.

Story by  BH15
Art by Yours Truly

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A few months ago, I had a drunken one night stand with my idol Kimahri Ronso, and because of that, I somehow wound up being pregnant. I, a male, was pregnant. Lifestream only knows HOW I became pregnant, but, it happened. I don’t know who was more surprised; me, or Kimahri. But, it happened. It FUCKING happened. The irony here is that I had wanted to leave Final Fantacon with some souvenirs. Well, I got the best ones, a baby on the way, and Kimahri. He helped make this situation not completely nightmarish. Kimahri, Lifestream bless him, took it upon himself to make this right, well, as right as he could. The first thing we did after finding out about our little “miracle” was to visit a childbirth clinic. The doctor thought we were looking for a surrogate. We tried to explain our situation to him, but he kept laughing us off until I gave him a positive pregnancy test then and there. Being as dubious as I was, he made me do it again, only to get positive again. He was completely blown away, and began rapid fire question on how it was even possible while scheduling some tests. I kept telling him that I didn’t know, as I always thought my species reproduced with females.

I don’t even have any idea where the pup is even supposed to gestate. My stomach? My intestines? Did I spontaneously generate a womb somewhere in me? Can my species do that? I have no damn clue. But, there was life within me, so, we were pretty much dealing with it the best way we knew how. Given that I was thankfully between work at the time, we both agreed I’d live with Kimahri. His house was nicer than mine, but then, he probably had a designer for it. As for my belongings, I had the important stuff sent here, while a friend of mine sold the rest of my stuff off and then send me the money. I had only lived in an apartment, so I didn’t have many valuables I felt like keeping, as I placed more value on a small living space (and having money). The reason I did this was because we agreed to live together on the basis that having parents being separated would negatively impact the child (or children. Yeah, Kimahri brought up the possibility of twins, or even triplets.)

So, I settled in with Kimahri, and, he’s great, he really is. He’s doting, he’s caring, and considerate. Kimahri doesn’t work much, beyond teaching combat classes. He made a fair bit of money in his role in FFX and also some endorsements on the side, so he was pretty well off himself. Because of that, we spent a lot of time together. I’m a bit of a lounge lizard, so I would often spend my time on the couch watching TV. Now I had someone else to watch with me. We would sit on the couch together, though I had a tendency to lean into him, sometimes resting my head on his lap (and on his fat belly). Now that we were, well, technically a couple, I felt more relaxed around him, especially when I admitted that I did love his gut. When I said that, I swear it was the only time I had ever seen the big guy blush.

As of right now we were watching some trash TV when I yawned loudly, my fat ass shifting about to get comfy. Yeah, I kissed my figure goodbye after the first month. Aside from the baby weight, I have been hungry A LOT, usually for something unhealthy and loaded with fat. I am ashamed to say that I asked for a mayonnaise sandwich. Nothing else, just the mayo on bread. It was delicious, but I felt disgusted with myself afterwards. For anything more complex (and usually deep-fried), Kimahri would happily make it for us. And I would eat it all in seconds and then ask for seconds. I was only in my first trimester, and I was already eating like a pig. I had put on so much weight, I barely even resembled the trim and lithe form I once had.

My entire body a layer of flab on them, easily making me 70 or so lbs heavier than where I started. (That’s not including baby weight, which was much much less, thank Lifestream). Much of it was centred on my belly, giving me a paunch that was about as large as Kimahri’s when I had first met him. Plus, there was my hips and ass. They had gone up several sizes already, and, well, this is super embarrassing, but recently when I tried to get dressed, my underwear stopped only halfway up my behind. My face somehow turned even redder then usual when Kimahri saw me struggling to yank my briefs up over it. He laughed, and offered me a pair of his until I got a larger size. I begrudgingly accepted his offer, since they at least fit, kinda. My waist was in no ways as wide as his, at least not yet anyways. With pants they stayed put at least, but I did have to go and get more underwear before Kimahri’s underwear did start to fit, which in hindsight felt redundant, since with the way I was going, I was probably going to exceed the big guy in size. “Oooo” I gasped loudly, my thoughts interrupted by a cramp in my middle.

Probably sensing something was wrong, Kimahri placed his hand to my belly. I shivered as he rubbed it gently, calming my own inner turmoil. He could be very hands-on at time as well. I honestly wish I had asked him out years ago, as he really is a great guy. That was probably why I couldn’t tell him that he was also gaining weight….

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I did wonder if Nanaki had noticed that I had put on weight. As stalwart as I try to be, I was incredibly nervous about being a parent. I was comfort eating so much to calm myself, and I know it’s beginning to show. I was definitely larger around than middle, especially after I had secretly used the tape measure to check. There were four more inches around my waist, plus, the rest of my body was succumbing as well. My muscles had definitely softened, and my face was now a bit rounder; though nothing compared to my belly. Speaking of my belly, it was starting to rumble a little. Untangling myself from Nanaki, I walked to the kitchen to get something to snack on. My kitchen and living room were an open space, split only by a change from hardwood to this sort of no-stain plastic flooring, which makes it super easy to clean when I get “creative”. I was looking good and hard in the fridge to find anything. Sadly, nothing really spoke to me, so I went with a bag of potato chips that I tore open on the way back.

Crashing back on the couch, I grabbed a large handful of chips and stuffed them in my mouth. Nanaki also got into them, considering they were there. I had to smile; despite all the baby weight, Nanaki was still as cute as ever. My heart would always beat so much now that we could be in each other’s life like this, especially whenever the chubby cutie would lay his head on my lap. This had pretty much become habit for us, which is why I habitually leaned back, allowing Nanaki to rest his head on my belly. His happy purr was all I needed to hear as we continued watching TV. Maybe it was the pregnancy or the extra weight, but Nanaki’s fur was so soft now. I honestly should have asked him out years ago. But, now that I thought about it, there was something I had been yearning to do all day. Trying not to rock Nanaki too much, I wrapped my arm around his left shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asked curiously.

“Kimahri wants to cuddle,” I answered.

Without a word, Nanaki shifted his position about, his arm wrapping around my back as he leaned into my shoulder, his other hand resting comfortably on my middle. I smiled as his fingers squeezed me, and I melted once I stared into his content face. We didn’t need words for this moment, only each other, embracing lovingly. I didn’t want to spoil the mood by talking, but Nanaki’s fur was really soft now, it felt like a warm and comfy blanket was draped on my side. My sweet lover sighed happily, his head resting on my shoulder as I maintained a strong arm around his. I love you Nanaki, I truly do.