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Luke & Owen Part 4

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One evening, after a quiet dinner at Owen’s dorm, Luke found himself cradling his belly absentmindedly, feeling the baby move beneath his hands. Owen, noticing the gesture, moved closer, his eyes soft with affection.

“Can I…?” Owen asked, his hand hovering near Luke’s belly.

Luke smiled and nodded, lifting his shirt to expose the smooth, stretched skin. “Go ahead.”

Owen’s hand rested gently on the curve of Luke’s belly, his fingers tracing the contours with a kind of reverence that sent shivers down Luke’s spine. This touch was unlike any he had ever experienced—it wasn’t clinical or casual. This was deeply intimate, filled with care and admiration. Owen wasn’t just acknowledging the pregnancy; he was connecting with Luke on a profound level, recognizing the vulnerability, strength, and beauty that came with his changing body.

“You’re amazing, Luke,” Owen whispered, his voice filled with awe. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

Luke’s heart fluttered at Owen’s words, but there was something deeper stirring within him—something primal. His body, so full of life, ached with a tension that had been building for weeks. His hormones had reached a fever pitch, and as Owen’s hand moved gently across his belly, tracing the smooth, firm skin, Luke felt a need rising within him that he could no longer contain.

He leaned into Owen’s touch, kissing him again, more deeply this time, with a hunger that surprised even himself. The kiss ignited something between them, and Owen responded in kind, his hand moving with purpose as he caressed Luke’s belly, the connection between them growing stronger with each moment.

Owen's hand roamed lower, exploring the firm but softening expanse of Luke’s body. His touch was gentle but deliberate, and when his fingers trailed down to Luke's hips, Owen’s breath hitched slightly. Luke’s once-athletic frame had changed in ways that were impossible to ignore—his glutes had grown fuller, rounder, as the pregnancy progressed, creating a striking contrast between their muscular firmness and the soft curve they now held. The added weight made them bounce slightly with even the smallest movement, an undeniable testament to how much Luke’s body had transformed.

With both hands, Owen reached back to Luke’s mountainous cheeks, cupping them fully, one hand on each side. The sensation of Owen’s hands gripping the firm, muscled flesh sent a jolt of electricity through Luke’s entire body. His glutes, once firm and solid, had become round and bouncy, growing in size as his pregnancy progressed. Owen’s fingers pressed into the muscular mounds, appreciating both the firmness and the give in their new fullness.

The primal desire that had been building within Luke for weeks began to surface with full force. The way Owen held him, his hands reverently caressing every curve, every change, made Luke feel both cherished and desired in ways he hadn’t expected. The tenderness of the moment was almost overwhelming, but it wasn’t just tenderness—it was something raw, something powerful.

Owen slid his hands beneath the waistband of Luke’s gray sweatpants, his fingers pressing directly against the bare skin of Luke’s cheeks. Luke gasped softly as Owen’s hands found their way deeper, grabbing his backside more fully. The intimate contact sent a surge of heat through Luke’s entire body, his cheeks flexing involuntarily under Owen’s touch.

For a moment, the world around them seemed to melt away. Luke’s breath quickened as the sensations coursed through him, the intensity of it all nearly taking his breath away. He had always imagined this kind of connection with someone, but the reality of it, especially now, while his body was so profoundly changed, was more than he had ever anticipated. It was more than just physical—it was emotional, spiritual even.

Without thinking, Luke instinctively shifted his weight and rolled over onto all fours, his knees spreading wide on the bed, his back arching as he pushed his now-mountainous cheeks out toward Owen. The position made him feel vulnerable, exposed in a way he hadn’t felt before, but it also felt right—natural. He had cradled life within him, and now, he offered himself fully to the man who made him feel safe, adored, and wanted.

Owen’s gaze never left Luke as he took in the sight before him. Luke’s backside was full, round, and inviting, the muscle beneath the growing softness flexing subtly as he held himself in position. Owen’s hands returned to their place, this time with even more intensity, caressing and holding Luke’s cheeks with a mixture of admiration and desire. Luke felt his heart race, his body responding to the way Owen touched him, how his hands seemed to worship every curve, every inch of his body that had changed during this pregnancy.

There was no rush between them, no urgency. Instead, it was a moment of pure connection—a shared understanding that this was more than just physical attraction. Owen wasn’t just drawn to Luke’s body; he was drawn to Luke, to who he was, to the incredible strength he had shown throughout this entire journey.

Owen leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the small of Luke’s back, just above where his belly began to curve outward. Luke shuddered under the touch, feeling the tenderness and care in every movement Owen made. For the first time in weeks, Luke felt at peace with the changes his body had undergone, at peace with the way things were unfolding between them.

Luke could feel the weight of his body shifting as he remained on all fours, the roundness of his belly hanging beneath him, a reminder of the life growing inside. His heart raced with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. This was a new level of intimacy for him, one that went beyond the physical—it was emotional, a leap of trust that he had never taken with anyone before.

Slowly, he began to tug down the waistband of his gray sweatpants, the soft fabric sliding over the curve of his hips. As the material slipped lower, his ripe, full, rounded cheeks were exposed, their muscular firmness giving way to a subtle jiggle as the elastic band cleared the plump mounds. The sensation sent a shiver through Luke’s body, not just from the cool air that brushed against his bare skin but from the intensity of the moment.

Owen’s breath hitched. “God, Luke…,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight before him, completely overwhelmed by the raw beauty of Luke’s form—by the fullness of his body, the way his cheeks seemed to invite his touch. Without hesitation, he reached out, his hands caressing the smooth, firm skin of Luke’s backside. His fingers traced the curves reverently, marveling at the way Luke’s body had transformed, the pregnancy giving him an undeniable allure that only heightened Owen’s desire.

Luke let out a soft moan, the sound escaping his lips unbidden as Owen’s touch sent ripples of sensation through him. It wasn’t just the physical sensation that overwhelmed him—it was something deeper, something primal that stirred within. His hips, which had grown fuller and rounder over the months, tingled with a strange, unfamiliar energy, as if they were calling out for something, someone, to fulfill the desire that pulsed deep within him.

This was his first time being intimate in such a way with anyone, and the vulnerability of the moment was almost overwhelming. He had imagined what this might feel like, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality. The weight of his belly beneath him, the fullness of his body, and the primal longing that flared in his core made him feel raw, exposed in ways he hadn’t expected. Yet, at the same time, it felt right. So right.

Owen leaned in, his breath warm against Luke’s skin as he placed tender kisses along the small of Luke’s back, moving lower. Owen parted Luke’s massive cheeks with both hands revealing his moist, quivering hole. Owen was overcome by desire and buried his face between Luke’s cheeks, licking up the moisture there and tantalizingly prodding Luke’s hole as he squeezed the mounds of his cheeks. The sensation was unlike anything Luke had ever experienced, and he gasped softly, his body reacting instinctively to the intimacy, to the tenderness. Every touch, every kiss sent waves of warmth through him, making it hard to focus on anything but the feelings building within.

As Owen pulled back, he fumbled with his own waistband, his hands trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment. He slid his pants down, his body responding to the overwhelming desire he felt for Luke, revealing his long hard ten incher pulsing with intensity. He paused, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself, the weight of what they were about to share sinking in.

“I want you,” Luke whispered, his voice filled with longing. The words surprised him, but they came from a place of deep desire—one that had been growing ever since he had first felt Owen’s touch.

Owen, his heart pounding in his chest, reached for the lube on the bedside table, his hands moving with care as he prepared them both. He coated his manhood generously and his fingers moved gently over Luke’s entrance, applying the cool gel with reverence. He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against Luke’s left cheek as he worked, letting the intimacy of the moment build. He could feel Luke’s body responding, the tension in his muscles giving way as Owen took his time, making sure Luke was comfortable, making sure everything felt right.

Then, with deliberate care, Owen positioned himself between Luke’s cheeks, his hands steadying Luke as he guided himself forward, his bulbous tip resting on Luke’s quivering entrance. As Luke pressed forward, the initial sensation was intense—Luke’s cheeks flexing as they adjusted to the head breaching him. Owen eased into him inch by inch, Luke’s breath caught in his throat as he felt the fullness, the sensation of being connected in such a profound way. It wasn’t just physical—it was an emotional release, a moment where everything seemed to fall away except the two of them. It seemed that the length of Owen’s manhood would never end until his firm muscular crotch was pressed firmly against his plump round cheeks, completing the union.

As Luke held himself steady, he was overcome with a feeling of deep satisfaction he had never experienced before and pressed himself back into Luke’s crotch deeper, jiggling his mounds as Owen let out a deep moan. Owen began to move his hips slowly, his thrusts a steady rhythm, mindful of Luke’s body and the way his cheeks bounced to each gentle thrust. Luke, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure and the closeness, began to move with him, their bodies finding a rhythm together. Each movement brought them closer, both physically and emotionally, deepening the bond that had been growing between them since the day they met.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, of whispered words of affection and love. Owen’s hands never left Luke, one hand resting on his hip, the other sliding up to cradle Luke’s growing belly. The weight of it, the roundness beneath his palm, was a reminder of the incredible journey they were on together. It grounded them both in the moment, in the life they were building together, one step at a time.

The pressure began to build deep within them. Luke surrendered himself fully to Owen, allowing him to grab his cheeks and stroke his own hard and impressive manhood below, his belly rocking with each thrust. As Owen reached the peak of his desire, his movements became more urgent, the intensity of the moment overtaking him. Luke, lost in the sensations coursing through his body, arched his back, his cheeks flexing and bouncing with each thrust.

The warmth of Luke’s body against his own, the way their bodies moved in perfect harmony, and the sight of Luke’s ripe, plump, pregnancy-thickened bubble butt bouncing on him brought Owen to the edge. And then, with a final, deep thrust, Owen climaxed, his breath catching in his throat as he held Luke close, the warmth of their shared moment enveloping them both. Luke moaned softly, the sensation of Owen’s release filling him deeply inside, the weight of it a reminder of just how far they had come together.

Owen leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Luke’s cheek as they both caught their breath, their bodies still humming with the afterglow. Slowly, Owen pulled back, his hands never leaving Luke as he gently helped him roll onto his side. They lay there together, side by side, Owen’s hand still resting on Luke’s belly, cradling the life that was growing inside him.

“I love you, Luke,” Owen whispered, his voice filled with tenderness and certainty.

Luke, his heart full, turned to face Owen, his eyes shining with emotion. “I love you too,” he replied softly, the words carrying the weight of everything they had been through, of everything they had yet to experience.

In that moment, everything felt right. Luke knew that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by love, by trust, and by the undeniable connection that had brought them here.

By the time Luke entered his eighth month of pregnancy, his body had transformed in ways that left him in awe—and, at times, in discomfort. His belly had expanded into a large, firm globe, stretching his skin to its limits, making every movement a challenge. His once firm and athletic glutes had softened and rounded, growing noticeably fuller and adding weight to his hips. The sway in his walk had become more pronounced, the fullness of his cheeks and the pressure from the baby creating a rhythm in his gait. Even the simplest tasks, like getting dressed, had become an ordeal. Pulling his jeans over his wider hips, feeling them hug his newly expanded curves, was a reminder of just how much his body had changed.

The pregnancy had also brought on more cravings—he’d never been one to indulge much, but now, Luke found himself reaching for foods he never thought he’d want. Owen teased him when he dipped pickles into ice cream, but there was something comforting about these strange combinations. His growing body demanded nourishment, and Luke was more than happy to oblige.

Despite the physical changes, college life went on. Luke tried to keep up with his classes, though he was finding it more difficult to navigate campus with the weight of his pregnancy. His friends were especially supportive. For Luke, though, Owen was more than a support system—he was becoming the person Luke could count on when everything else seemed to fall apart.

And things were falling apart. The family situation back home had deteriorated further, and Luke could feel the weight of it pressing down on him, even from a distance. His parents’ marriage, once held together by their shared hope of another child, was unraveling fast. Arguments became the norm, and the tension between his mom and dad was palpable. His mom, Julie, was trying to hold it together, still clinging to the dream of raising a baby, while his father, Mark, had become increasingly detached. Luke, always the peacemaker, had been caught in the middle for too long, and it was becoming clear that no child could fix what was broken between them.

Then came the appointment that changed everything. It was a routine check-up, one of many Luke had gone through during his pregnancy, but this time, the doctor had news. As the ultrasound wand glided over Luke’s massive belly, revealing the now-familiar image of the baby on the screen, the doctor smiled. “Would you like to know the gender?”

Luke glanced at Owen, who was sitting beside him, holding his hand. They both nodded.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced, her tone warm and gentle.

A boy. Luke’s heart skipped a beat. He had always dreamed of having a little brother—someone to look after, to play with, to share experiences with. But now that dream was tangled with something far more complicated. He had also dreamed of having a son one day, a child he would raise with a partner he loved. And now, here he was, carrying a boy—a baby who was both his sibling and, in many ways, felt like his own.

The emotions hit him hard. Luke felt protective of the child growing inside him, but he also knew the reality of the situation. This wasn’t just his baby—it was his parents’. Or at least, it was supposed to be. The internal conflict raged inside him. He loved the baby, but how could he give him up now? Especially when his parents were barely holding it together.

He cradled his belly frequently, his hands instinctively finding their place along the firm, round surface as if grounding himself. As the baby kicked and rolled inside him, Luke felt a deep sense of connection, a protectiveness that surprised him. Yet this protectiveness came with its own set of complicated emotions. It was one thing to feel a bond with the child he was carrying, but it was another to know that the baby was, in fact, his brother. This created a strange, internal conflict—he couldn’t help but love the baby, but the knowledge that it wasn’t his own child twisted his feelings in uncomfortable ways.

As his body continued to change, so did his emotions. The pregnancy hormones surged through him, amplifying his feelings of attachment to the baby. There were moments when Luke found himself imagining a life where he kept the baby, where he and Owen raised him together. It felt right, in a way, to be this child’s protector. But every time he let his mind wander down that path, he was brought back to the reality that this baby was supposed to be his parents’. It wasn’t his to keep.

Luke, who had always felt like the glue that held his family together, now felt helpless as he watched them crumble. One evening, after Luke had returned from an emotional visit with his parents, he broke down in Owen’s arms.

“I don’t know what to do,” Luke confessed, tears streaming down his face as he cradled his now large belly. “I can’t believe I thought this would fix things for them. It’s not going to. And now… I love this baby. I want him. But how can I take him from them? And how can I leave him with them when I know what a mess everything is?”

Owen held him tightly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You didn’t know this would happen,” he said softly. “You were trying to help. You’ve always been the one to keep things together, but this isn’t your responsibility. It’s not your job to save their marriage.”

Luke nodded, wiping away the tears, but the guilt gnawed at him. He knew Owen was right—he shouldn’t have volunteered to be the surrogate. He had been so desperate to hold his family together, to give his mother what she wanted, that he hadn’t fully considered the emotional weight of what he was taking on. Now it was too late for an abortion, not that he could ever bring himself to do that. He loved this baby too much. But the idea of handing him over to his parents, knowing the state of their marriage, made Luke sick with worry.

“I don’t think I can do it,” Luke whispered, his voice trembling. “I can’t give him up. I can’t let him be subjected to what I went through as their kid. He deserves better.”

Owen cupped Luke’s face in his hands, looking into his eyes with a tenderness that made Luke’s heart swell. “Then don’t,” he said simply. “We’ll raise him. Together. I’ll be there every step of the way, Luke. You’re not in this alone.”

The words hit Luke like a wave, both relieving and terrifying him at the same time. He knew that Owen meant every word, but the reality of the situation was daunting. Still, the idea of raising this child with Owen, the man who had been his anchor throughout this chaotic time, filled Luke with a sense of hope he hadn’t felt in months.

The next day, Luke sat at his desk, staring at the blank email screen for what felt like hours. His body ached—his belly rumbled with kicks, his glutes and hips sore from the strain of carrying the baby. The weight was no longer just physical. He could feel the emotional burden pressing down on him as well. He had always been the one to fix things, to keep his family together, but now it felt like everything was falling apart, and he was helpless to stop it.

He rubbed a hand over his stretched belly, feeling the baby shift beneath his palm, a wave of warmth and protectiveness washing over him. Luke loved this child—more than he had anticipated. The idea of handing him over to his parents, knowing the state of their crumbling marriage, filled him with dread. He needed advice from someone who understood this journey, someone who had walked the path before.

With a deep breath, Luke began to type:

Hi Aaron,

I hope you’re doing well. I wanted to reach out to you because I could really use some advice—and I figured you would understand what I’m going through more than anyone else.

I know I mentioned before that my parents were considering surrogacy, and I ended up offering to carry their baby. Well, I’m pregnant. It still feels surreal, and I’m about eight months along now. It’s been a lot to process—more than I ever anticipated.

At first, I thought I could do this for them without getting too attached, but now… I don’t know anymore. I’ve grown really close to the baby, and with everything going on at home—my parents’ marriage falling apart—I’m feeling conflicted. I’m scared that if I hand the baby over, he won’t get the life he deserves.

Also, I’ve started seeing someone. His name is Owen, and he’s been incredible throughout all of this. He’s been my rock, and I’m beginning to wonder if we should raise the baby together. The thought of giving him up to my parents feels more impossible by the day.

I know you’ve been through some complicated family dynamics yourself, and I’d really appreciate any advice you can give me. I’m struggling to see what the right path is here, and I don’t want to make the wrong decision for the baby or myself.

I know your daughter’s planning on coming to my university for a campus visit soon, and I’d love to meet up with you if you have time. It’d be great to talk in person.

Thanks so much,

Luke

Luke hit "send" before he could second-guess himself. He leaned back in his chair, his hand absentmindedly caressing the swell of his belly. Now, all he could do was wait.

The response came quicker than expected:

Hi Luke,

First of all, congratulations on your pregnancy. I know it’s a complicated situation, but I want to start by acknowledging that what you’re doing—offering to carry a child for your parents—is incredibly selfless and brave. However, it’s also okay to feel conflicted, especially now that you’ve bonded with the baby.

I can understand the attachment you’re feeling. When I carried for my stepson, I also felt that closeness to the baby, and it can be emotionally intense, especially when you have unresolved family dynamics at play. The fact that your parents’ marriage is struggling complicates things even further, and it’s completely valid to worry about the kind of environment the baby would be entering.

It sounds like you and Owen have built something special together, and the idea of raising this baby with him isn’t far-fetched at all. Family takes many forms, as I’ve learned through my own experiences. The most important thing is that this child is loved, supported, and raised in a stable environment. If you feel that’s something you and Owen can provide, then that’s a discussion worth having.

I’ll be on campus next week with my daughter for her tour, and I’d be happy to meet up for coffee. I think it’d be helpful for you to talk through everything, and I’m happy to listen and offer any advice I can.

Take care, and I look forward to seeing you soon.

Aaron

The relief Luke felt was palpable. Aaron’s words had a way of cutting through the confusion and guilt, reminding him that there wasn’t a single path to family. There were options—real ones. And Aaron had lived through it all.

The following week, Luke found himself sitting at a small table outside a café on campus, nervously rubbing his belly. Owen sat next to him, offering a comforting smile. He hadn’t met Aaron yet, but Luke had told him everything about the advice Aaron had offered, and Owen had been eager to meet the man who had made such an impact on Luke’s journey.

When Aaron finally walked in, he smiled warmly, his presence immediately putting Luke at ease.

“Aaron,” Luke greeted, standing slowly, his belly jutting out in front of him. “Thank you for meeting us.”

He looked the same as Luke remembered from their earlier interactions—calm, confident, and wise beyond his years of experience. Beside him was his daughter, a young woman with a kind smile and an eagerness to explore the campus. After some brief introductions, Aaron’s daughter excused herself to start her tour, leaving the three of them alone.

Luke felt a wave of emotion hit him as Aaron sat down. It wasn’t just that he was seeking advice—he was looking for reassurance, for guidance, and perhaps most of all, for permission to let go of the expectations he had set for himself.

“You look great,” Aaron said warmly, glancing at Luke’s belly. “How are you feeling?”

Luke let out a small laugh. “Big,” he admitted, rubbing the curve of his stomach. “But okay, I guess. Physically, anyway. Emotionally… that’s a different story.”

Owen, ever the supportive presence, placed a hand on Luke’s back, gently rubbing in silent comfort.

“I read your email,” Aaron said, leaning forward slightly, his voice calm and understanding. “I know this has been a tough journey for you, and I want you to know that whatever decision you make, it’s okay. You’ve taken on so much for your family, but it’s also okay to think about yourself—about your needs, your life, and your future.”

Luke nodded, feeling the weight of Aaron’s words. “It’s hard because… I thought this would fix things for them. But now, I’m not so sure. And I’ve grown so attached to the baby.” He looked down at his belly, feeling the baby shift beneath his hand. “I love him, Aaron. I don’t know how I’m supposed to just… hand him over.”

Aaron listened carefully, his expression thoughtful. “When I carried for my stepson, I had similar thoughts. I wondered how I would let go, especially knowing that the baby would grow up in a situation that wasn’t typical. But the truth is, you’re not just handing him over. You’re giving him a chance at life, and you’re still a part of his life—whether that’s as a parent or as an uncle, or whatever role you choose to take.”

Owen chimed in, his voice steady. “I’ve told Luke I want to raise the baby with him. I’m here for whatever comes next.”

Aaron smiled, clearly impressed by the strength of their relationship. “That’s the foundation you need—love, support, and understanding. If you two feel that raising this child together is the best path, then that’s the decision you should make. Family doesn’t have to look one way. Love makes a family, not just biology.”

Luke felt the tension in his chest ease as he listened to Aaron’s words. This was what he needed—someone who had been through it, someone who understood the complexity of surrogacy and family dynamics.

“But how do I even begin to explain this to my parents?” Luke asked, his voice tinged with fear.

Aaron took a deep breath. “That part won’t be easy, but honesty is key. You’ll have to explain that you made this decision with the best intentions, but circumstances have changed. It’s about what’s best for the baby now, and you have to trust that they’ll understand that. It might take time, but they’ll come around. And you won’t be doing this alone—you have Owen, and you have me, if you ever need advice.”

He paused for a moment, looking between Luke and Owen, as if weighing his next words carefully.

“And listen,” Aaron continued, his voice soft but resolute. “I know how overwhelming this can feel, especially being in college and trying to balance everything. Lucas and I are nearing a big transition ourselves with our twins heading off to college, and we’ve got this big house… plenty of space. If you need somewhere to stay after the baby is born, somewhere stable while you figure things out, you’re more than welcome to move in with us for a while. We’ve been through this before, and we understand how complicated it can be. We could help take some of the pressure off.”

Luke blinked, surprised at the offer. He hadn’t even considered the possibility of moving in with someone like Aaron, someone who had been through the same kinds of unconventional pregnancies and family dynamics. The idea of having that support—of being surrounded by people who understood the weight of what he was going through—felt like a lifeline.

Owen squeezed Luke’s hand, nodding thoughtfully. “That’s… incredibly generous, Aaron. We really appreciate it.”

Aaron smiled warmly. “It’s not an easy road, but you don’t have to walk it alone. And if having a safe place, even just temporarily, can give you the stability you need while you’re adjusting to everything, I’d be more than happy to offer that. You and Owen are building something special here, and I’d hate for the weight of all these changes to make it harder than it has to be.”

Luke felt a knot of emotion tighten in his chest. The relief, the support, and the sense of belonging that Aaron was offering felt like a gift he hadn’t expected. It gave him a glimpse of what life could be like—a life where he and Owen didn’t have to struggle through this on their own, where they could find their footing together with the help of people who genuinely cared.

“I don’t know what to say,” Luke finally managed, his voice thick with gratitude. “Thank you, Aaron. That means more than you know.”

Aaron placed a reassuring hand on Luke’s shoulder. “You’ve got a community around you, Luke. Don’t ever forget that. And you’re not the first person to face these challenges. What matters most is that you and Owen make the decisions that feel right for you and the baby. Family isn’t just about biology—it’s about who shows up, who’s there for you, and how much love you can offer.”

Luke nodded, his heart swelling with emotion. He glanced at Owen, who was smiling softly at him, and suddenly the future didn’t seem so daunting. Yes, there were still hard conversations ahead—especially with his parents—but knowing that he and Owen had a solid support system, knowing that people like Aaron and Lucas were in their corner, made everything feel more possible.

“Thank you,” Luke repeated, his voice quiet but sincere. “We’ll think about it… and I’ll talk to my parents soon. But knowing that we have somewhere safe, that we have people we can lean on… it makes all the difference.”

Aaron smiled, giving Luke’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “That’s what family does. And whenever you need us, we’ll be here.”

The conversation stretched on, filled with stories from Aaron’s own experiences—his unexpected pregnancies, the surrogacy for his stepson, and how David and eventually Lucas had been his rock through it all. Luke felt a renewed sense of clarity.

As they parted ways, Aaron hugged Luke gently, his hand resting briefly on Luke’s belly. “You’ve got this,” he said softly. “Trust yourself. You’re going to be a great parent.”

Luke smiled, tears threatening to spill over. “Thank you, Aaron. I really needed this.”

Owen and Luke watched Aaron walk away, his calm presence leaving behind a sense of peace. Luke took Owen’s hand, feeling the weight of the decision no longer crushing him. They could do this—together.

The breaking point came a few weeks later around his ninth month of pregnancy, when Luke returned home for a visit. His belly had dropped by then, the baby settling lower as his due date approached. The weight was a constant reminder of the life he was about to bring into the world. His glutes, now full and round, added to the strain on his lower back, and every step felt like a challenge. As he sat at the kitchen table, cradling his belly, he knew it was time to confront his parents.

The conversation started quietly, with Luke gently broaching the subject. But it wasn’t long before emotions boiled over. His mother, Julie, was on the verge of tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. “We thought... we thought this baby would help. We thought it could bring us back together.”

Luke felt a pang of guilt, but he knew the truth. “Mom, this baby can’t fix your marriage,” he said, his voice steady but firm. “You and Dad need to face the fact that things aren’t working. You can’t put that on me—or on him.”

His father, Mark, sat silently, his arms crossed, but the tension in his posture was clear. He wasn’t ready to hear this.

Owen, who had been sitting quietly beside Luke, finally spoke up. “Luke’s right. You two need to deal with your problems without putting this baby in the middle. He deserves better.”

Julie’s tears fell then, and Mark��s face hardened, but Luke pressed on. “I love him. I’ve been carrying him for nine months, and I can’t just give him up. He’s more than just a sibling to me. I’m going to raise him.”

Julie looked up, her eyes wide with shock. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Luke began, his voice filled with resolve, “that I’ll raise him. He’ll still be your son, and you’ll always be his real parents. But Owen and I will raise him and give him the life he deserves.”

There was silence in the room, the weight of Luke’s words hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Julie nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just want him to be loved.”

“He will be,” Owen said softly, his hand resting on Luke’s back, offering silent support.

Mark, still silent, gave a curt nod. “If that’s what you want, then... we’ll respect it.”

It was a bittersweet resolution, but Luke felt a sense of relief. The burden of holding his family together was no longer his to bear. He had made his choice, and now, all that was left was to bring this baby into the world.

As the ninth month of his pregnancy drew to a close, Luke’s body was at its limit. His belly, now massive, hung low, stretching the skin tight across its surface. His hips had widened even more, and his glutes—full, rounded mounds—jiggled with every step. The weight pressed down on him constantly, making even sitting a challenge. He often found himself cradling his belly, feeling the baby’s movements beneath his hands, a constant reminder of how close he was to meeting his brother.

Part 5

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Luke & Owen Part 5

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By the time Luke reached the final weeks of his pregnancy, the changes in his body were undeniable. His belly had grown into a full, round dome, stretching tightly against his skin, and his hips had broadened to accommodate the life growing inside him. His glutes had filled out even more, creating a noticeable sway in his walk. Despite his athletic build, Luke found himself slowing down, feeling the weight and responsibility in every step.

The weight of his brother-to-be pressed low into his pelvis, the baby’s head engaged and ready for birth. The sensation of his skin stretching was a constant reminder of how far along he was. Luke’s cheeks, fuller and rounder than they’d ever been, jiggled with every movement, his hips swaying with the newfound weight of his body. His belly was taut, his skin flushed and slick with sweat.

Coupled with the emotional intensity of being a surrogate, Luke’s contractions intensified as he approached the final hours of his pregnancy, the sensations deepening with every passing moment. His body, stretched and strained to its limits, was now ready to deliver the baby he had been carrying for nine months. The journey had been long and emotionally complex, and as he lay cradling his massive belly, Luke knew he would soon meet his baby brother.

The day had started with Braxton Hicks contractions, those familiar but irregular tightenings that had accompanied him for weeks now. But by the early afternoon, they had changed—becoming more frequent, more intense, more real. His belly, already large and heavy, had dropped significantly, the baby settling lower in preparation for birth. Each step Luke took was labored, his hips swaying under the weight of his enormous bump, the fullness of his glutes adding to the strain as they jiggled slightly with each movement.

As he sat in Owen’s dorm, Luke felt a strange sensation, unlike anything he’d experienced before—a deep, internal shift. It was as though the baby, his brother, was lowering into his pelvis, settling into position for the moment he’d been preparing for. Luke gasped softly, his hand instinctively going to his belly.

“What’s wrong?” Owen asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I think it’s starting,” Luke whispered. “I feel him… low, like he’s moving down.”

Within hours, the sensation intensified, contractions starting low in his abdomen and wrapping around his back like waves of pressure. Luke could feel his body preparing, the tightening around his belly making it clear that labor was beginning. As they sat in the living room, Owen’s hand massaging Luke’s lower back, there was a sudden warmth—his water had broken.

“Owen… it’s time,” Luke said, his voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside him.

They made their way to the hospital, Luke’s body already feeling the intense pressure of the contractions. Every step brought the baby lower, and with each contraction, the urge to push grew stronger. Owen stayed by his side, helping him through the early stages of labor as they prepared for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital blurred in Luke’s mind as the contractions intensified. By the time they arrived, the pressure in his pelvis was immense, and every contraction brought with it the unmistakable urge to push. Luke's massive belly hung low between his thickened legs as he was helped into the delivery room. His pecs, now fuller and more sensitive from the hormonal changes, quivered with each deep breath.

The nurses guided him to the water birthing tub that had been prepared for him, and the warm water provided immediate relief as he sank into it. Owen stood by his side, his hand never leaving Luke’s back, gently massaging the small of it to ease the tension in his trembling body.

Luke instinctively got on all fours in the water, his belly hanging heavily below him, the weight pressing down on his pelvis as the contractions grew stronger. He arched his back and pressed his mountainous cheeks out, feeling the baby shift lower. The sight of his massive glutes flexing with each push caught Owen’s eye. He couldn’t help but admire Luke’s strength, the way his body had thickened and grown to bring this life into the world.

As another contraction hit, Luke gripped the sides of the tub, the primal desire to push overwhelming him. His cheeks quivered as they flexed with the effort, the muscles straining to bring the baby down. Owen’s hands, now resting on Luke’s back and moving lower, massaged the trembling mounds of his cheeks, offering support and grounding him in the midst of the pain.

“You’re doing so well, Luke,” Owen whispered, his voice calm and steady.

Luke’s body, slick with sweat, responded instinctively to the encouragement. His glutes flexed again as he bore down, feeling the baby moving further into the birth canal. The intensity of the stretch was unlike anything he had ever felt before, the pressure growing as his entrance began to dilate.

As the contractions intensified, Luke’s strong muscles worked tirelessly, his back arching as he pushed. He could feel his entrance beginning to stretch, the baby’s head pressing down, creating a deep, burning sensation. Owen’s hands continued to offer reassurance, rubbing soothing circles on his quivering cheeks, grounding Luke in the moment.

With a deep breath, Luke bore down, his body responding to the first overwhelming urge to push from the beginning of the contraction. Luke instinctively reached back, parting his cheeks to reveal the growing bulge as his brother made his way into the world. His skin stretched taut, the sensation intense but powerful, as though his body was working in perfect harmony with the baby. The sensation of his skin stretching, his body making way for the baby, was almost surreal. The sight of the bulge forming between his cheeks filled the room with anticipation.

Luke’s face flushed with effort as he gasped, his hips instinctively shifting to find a more stable position. His massive belly tightened with each contraction, and his glutes quivered, jiggling slightly as he adjusted himself. Then, a deep cramp surged through him, a sensation that seemed to rise from the very core of his being. He hunkered down into a wide squat, his knees spreading apart to bear the weight and intensity of the moment.

His veins pulsed visibly under his skin as he pushed with all his strength, feeling his brother’s head slide lower, pressing into the birth canal. The burning stretch reached its peak as the head crowned fully, and Luke’s breathing became ragged. His face contorted with the overwhelming pressure and pain. “It hurts so much,” he gasped, his voice trembling, his hand instinctively reaching back to cup his gaping entrance, his fingertips brushing against the wet softness of the baby’s head.

Owen knelt beside him, his eyes filled with both awe and deep concern. He gently placed a hand on Luke’s back, his fingers lightly tracing the damp skin there. “You’re doing so well, Luke,” he whispered, his voice steady and reassuring. “Just breathe… you’re almost there. I’m right here. I love you.”

Luke nodded, taking a shaky breath, his focus narrowing to the task at hand as Owen’s words grounded him in the moment. The water around them rippled, turning cloudy as the baby’s head pressed further down, Luke’s body working tirelessly to bring his brother into the world.

Luke’s glutes felt tender, quivering between contractions, the tension in his body mounting as he held himself steady. He instinctively pushed his cheeks out further, the fullness of his brother��s head still holding him open, sticking out from his entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, but there was no turning back now.

Another contraction hit like a wave, more powerful than the last. Luke gasped, his breath catching as he bore down again, pushing with all his might. The baby’s head inched out further, his entrance stretching taut around it, the deep, burning ache radiating through his body. But Luke was determined to see it through. He could feel the life inside him—his brother—nearing the moment of birth.

His glutes flexed instinctively, muscles trembling with the intensity of the effort. Luke could feel the baby’s shoulders turning within him, preparing for the final descent. Adjusting his stance, his massive mounds jiggled slightly with the movement, and he braced himself for the final push.

Then, the last contraction hit. It was stronger than anything Luke had felt before, urging him to push with every ounce of strength he had left. He bore down with everything, gritting his teeth as the baby’s head finally emerged fully. His glutes flexed powerfully, the strain etched on his face, and he felt the baby’s body begin to slide free. For a moment, he held still, letting gravity do its work as he gasped for air.

But with one final, intense squeeze of his glutes, the baby’s shoulders slipped through, followed by the legs and feet. In an instant, the rest of his brother was born, emerging from his body in a rush of warm fluid. Luke’s massive bubble butt flexed one last time as each cheek jiggled with the release, his muscles finally able to relax after the monumental effort.

The relief was immediate and profound. Luke collapsed forward slightly, his body trembling from exhaustion as he felt the baby slip into the water. His cheeks jiggled one last time as the tension fully released from his body.

Luke’s body trembled with the aftermath of the monumental effort. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breath, feeling the intense relief wash over him now that his brother had been born. But the process wasn’t over yet. He could feel the subtle pressure of the placenta still inside him, a reminder that his body’s work was not entirely done.

A gentle contraction rippled through his lower belly, much weaker than the ones before, but enough to signal that the placenta was ready to be born. Luke’s body instinctively responded, his muscles clenching one final time as he gave a soft push. The sensation was different now—there was no longer the intense pressure of the baby, but rather a raw, tender feeling in his opening from the sheer effort of bringing life into the world.

The warm, slick sensation of the placenta slipping free from his body left Luke in awe. It was a final release, the last piece of the journey his body had endured for months. He felt lighter, his belly now much smaller and softer than it had been just moments ago. The emptiness was strange, yet it carried with it a profound sense of accomplishment. He had done it. He had carried, nurtured, and brought his baby brother into the world.

Luke’s hand instinctively moved to his belly, feeling the now-loose skin, the soft folds where a full, taut dome had been just minutes earlier. The rawness in his lower body was ever-present, a tender ache in his opening reminding him of the incredible feat his body had just performed. And despite the discomfort, despite the exhaustion, he felt a deep sense of wonder. His body had done this. It had created life and brought it forth. It was nothing short of miraculous.

The nurse, calm and efficient, reached into the water and lifted the baby, wiping him down gently before swaddling him in a soft blanket. With a warm smile, she handed the newborn to Luke, placing the tiny bundle in his arms.

As Luke cradled his baby brother, the tiny boy’s warm weight settled against his chest, he felt a surge of emotion so powerful it nearly overwhelmed him. The baby’s small, delicate face was peaceful now, his cries having subsided as he nuzzled into Luke’s skin. Tears welled up in Luke’s eyes as he looked down at him—this little life he had carried and protected for months, now safe and sound in his arms.

Owen leaned in beside him, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he wrapped an arm around Luke’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his temple. “He’s beautiful, Luke,” Owen whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You did it. You really did it.”

Luke’s heart swelled, and he looked at Owen, his own tears now falling freely. “We did it,” he whispered back, his voice trembling with awe and joy.

They shared a quiet moment, the three of them, wrapped in a cocoon of love and tenderness. The room was still, the only sounds the soft breathing of the newborn in Luke’s arms and the occasional sniffle from Luke and Owen as they tried to process the enormity of what had just happened.

The nurse stepped forward, breaking the gentle silence. “Have you decided on a name?” she asked, her voice warm and kind.

Luke and Owen exchanged a glance, and in that unspoken moment, they knew. They had talked about names in passing, but now, holding the baby in their arms, it felt real—so much more than just a conversation. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful.

“We’ll name him Aaron,” Luke said softly, the name slipping from his lips with a sense of certainty. It was a name that carried meaning, one that both Luke and Owen felt was right.

Owen smiled, wiping away a tear as he nodded in agreement. “Aaron,” he repeated, his voice soft and full of love. “It’s perfect.”

Luke looked down at baby Aaron, his heart so full it felt like it might burst. In that moment, all the pain, the uncertainty, and the family drama seemed to fade into the background. What mattered now was the life in his arms, the future they would build together, and the unbreakable bond they shared as a new family.

With Owen by his side, Luke knew they could face anything. They had created something beautiful together, and no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them as a team. Holding baby Aaron close, Luke felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. He had brought this life into the world, and with Owen, he would make sure it was filled with love.

As the three of them sat there, the weight of the past months finally lifted, leaving only the love that had carried them through.

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