breeding-belly-birth: Tim looks at the Instagram picture that’s just caught his attention: Jet
breeding-belly-birth: Tim looks at the Instagram picture that’s just caught his attention: Jett, basically his college’s designated cool guy. He sees Jett’s selfie and, in some ways, it’s nothing particularly special. The post is the same picture twice with slightly differences in contrast. The picture is of an attractive shirtless guy using basic filters on an overly artsy photo. It could be almost cliché, but that’s Jett. He does cliché cool guy things but somehow it always works. Not for the first time, Tim wished he understood it, wished he could have a little piece of it. What does make this picture special though is the belly – the big, round, distended belly. It’s the unmistakable swell of pregnancy. The college’s cool guy got pregnant. A part of him – the part he’s ashamed of – wishes this had been harder on Jett, wishes that Jett could have gotten a taste of what it’s like to not be cool, to get whispered insults and haughty, sarcastic scoffs. But no, Jett is just as cool as always. Sure, he gets some shouts sometimes in the cafeteria, some jeering and some hooting and hollering, but it never phases him. Sometimes he simply ignores it with that haughty air of his and, other times, he will tease right back by slipping his casually hardcore shirt up to expose some of that scandalously stretched skin and give a cheeky little smirk. Oh, the cafeteria crowd always goes wild at that. There’s always a combination of shocked whispers, hoots and hollers, laughter, and oohs and ahs. If Jett was cool for his intimidating unapproachable vibe before and had eyes secretly trailing him in hallways, now he’s a campus celebrity and all eyes are unashamedly on him. Looking at the post again, there are so many likes and so many comments with hearts and heart eyes or unashamed declarations of like, love, and lust. Naturally, there are some homophobic and/or puritanical haters, but they are massively outweighed by Jett’s captive audience. All of this has Tim seething with jealousy. He can’t help but to stare and stare at this post, slipping his hand down to rub at his flat belly. It’s not the first time he’s thought about what it would be like to have that attention. His eyes have followed the increasing curve of Jett’s stomach since word got out that Jett was pregnant. Every second that he’s in the same room as Jett, he’s filled with envy. He’s missed whole lectures just staring at what he can see of the shape of Jett’s belly. He’s embarrassed himself trying to answer a question the professor asks him but can’t because he’s been consumed with the image of Jett’s swollen middle. One day, Jett had worn his shirt with the fashionable tears and holes and he couldn’t take his eyes of the circles of skin showing through those stylish gaps. Jett was yelled at for that shirt, of course. The professor scolded him for his indecency and threatened to throw him out of class if he didn’t fix it. Jett simply pulled out a fraying plain, flannel button-up and slipped his arms in the sleeves but didn’t button it up, which left the opportunity still to catch a couple peaks at some bare skin. With every week, his desire to be like Jett grew. Every glimpse of Jett’s stretched skin, every comment Jett got online or in person, all of the attention fed Tim’s need. He wanted to be noticed. He wanted popularity. He wanted the wolf-whistles and the cheering. He wants to tease a crowd with just the sight of his distended belly and have them go wild. By Friday night, he’s tipped over the edge between fantasy and reality. Keep reading -- source link