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Zayden

27 years old, 6 months pregnant, from Miami, Florida, expecting his first children — twin boys

Zayden is the definition of bold. With his platinum-blonde hair, piercing gaze, and rock-solid build, he commands attention the moment he walks into any room. A nightlife icon in Miami’s club scene, Zayden has long been the dominant one — a top in every sense, known for his sculpted body, swagger, and the kind of massive package that made people stare, talk, and beg. Usually, that heavy bulge in his briefs was what he led with. Now, it’s hidden beneath the growing swell of his belly — and Zayden is discovering an entirely new side of himself.

At six months pregnant with twin boys, Zayden is already massive for his stage. His belly sits high and round, stretching taut over two very active sons. He rubs it constantly — not just to soothe the kicks, but because he can’t quite believe how big he’s already gotten. And he knows, deep down, that he’s only halfway there. His tank tops are starting to ride up, and his tight briefs, already molded to his thick thighs and bulging front, barely contain the changes. His glutes, once firm and tight from nights on the dance floor, are beginning to round out and soften — thickening in anticipation of the months to come.

Zayden never expected to be in this position. Pregnancy wasn’t on his radar. He was the one doing the bending, the one in control — until Mateo. The Brazilian DJ had a magnetism Zayden couldn’t ignore. There was something about the way Mateo looked at him — as if he saw through the bravado, past the dominance, and straight into something deeper. What started as a playful hookup turned into something far more intense. That night, Mateo flipped the script — Zayden found himself on his back, legs in the air, being filled like he’d never experienced before. It was raw, deep, and left Zayden breathless. Submitting had never crossed his mind — but once he did, it felt natural. Addictive. Right.

Weeks later, when the first signs of pregnancy emerged, Zayden wasn’t shocked. It felt inevitable — like his body had been waiting for this all along. And when the ultrasound revealed twins, he just smirked. “Of course,” he muttered. “Leave it to Mateo.”

Now, halfway through, Zayden’s already grown bigger than most men get by the eighth month. His twin boys are strong, always moving, stretching him out from the inside. He can feel his hips widening, his belly pushing further each day, and his glutes beginning to jiggle in a way that tells him he’s only getting started. He knows his once-dominant stance is shifting — he’s becoming something new, something powerful in a different way. His growing submission, his transformation, is turning him on more than he expected.

Mateo has been there every step — not just as a lover, but as the one who unlocked this part of Zayden. He watches with pride as Zayden rubs lotion on his expanding body, massages his sore cheeks, and murmurs promises about what’s to come. Zayden knows he’ll be huge by the ninth month. He can already picture himself: belly dropped low, thighs thick, cheeks swollen and soft, on all fours begging for relief — or maybe more.

He’s never felt more alive, more vulnerable, or more beautiful. And while he still has months to go, Zayden’s already hooked. This won’t be his only pregnancy. Not by a long shot.

From the Paternity Studios Collection

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Although Eric lost a lot of his muscular definition, he knew it was all worth it for the twins that were due at any moment. He was also happy that most of his clothes from his previous bulking phases fit him at these later stages of pregnancy.

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Pregnant gym bro

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Joseph sits on the edge of the bed, legs trembling, sweat dripping as the first baby’s head pushes down hard. His belly is rock-solid, tight with triplets, each breath a moan. He rubs his swollen bump, whispering pleas to slow it down—but his body’s too far gone. The pressure, the heat, the unstoppable rhythm of labor... it’s all too much, and he’s never felt more raw, more helpless, more alive.

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His son is keen to explore the market. Dad remains fixed to the spot. His second son to be born in the next few weeks is getting big and heavy now so it is good to remain sitting down

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I am not convinced by this color

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🌙 “It Helps the Baby Drop. Or So They Say.”

🔥 mpreg • late-term sex • established couple • belly-heavy intimacy 💬 Reblog if you love full-bellied dads who still want it 📩 DM for uncensored image

If Eli and Marc had done what Theo and Jesse were doing now, maybe they wouldn’t have spent two weeks complaining about pressure and waiting for the hospital to do something about it. Theo and Jesse had no such problems. They handled things the old-fashioned way.

They’d been together for seven years. Married for two. This baby? Very, very planned. And now, at day 285, Theo’s body was ripe. His belly was massive — round, low, tight like a drum.

“Still want to try?” Jesse had asked, hands hovering.

Theo had already dropped to all fours, nude and ready, belly swaying beneath him.

“Want? No. I need it. He’s so low I feel him between my legs when I walk. If this helps, don’t hold back.”

Now Jesse was buried inside him, slow and deep. Each thrust made the belly bounce beneath Theo — heavy and pendulous, almost swaying on its own. The weight of the baby pulled downward with gravity, and every movement inside felt sharper now, closer.

“He’s moving,” Theo gasped, arching. “He likes it. He’s shifting.”

“Maybe he wants out,” Jesse murmured, one hand moving to cup under the belly. “Maybe he knows we’re helping.”

Theo groaned, gripping the sheets, rocking back.

“God, I hope so. He’s sitting right on my nerves. I swear I came twice this morning from the pressure alone.”

“So this is medically justified?”

“This is therapy,” Theo panted, then laughed breathlessly. “Hot, sticky therapy.”

The room was humid with sex and late-pregnancy tension. Sweat traced lines down Theo’s sides. The baby kicked again, firm and deliberate, low near the base of his belly. Jesse kept one hand under that swell, supporting it, rubbing slow circles while he fucked deep and unrelenting.

“You’re perfect,” Jesse whispered, breath catching. “You’re holding all of him, and I get to hold you.”

Theo whimpered, body clenching.

“Don’t say things like that when you’re inside me, I swear—”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll fall in love with you again and again and again—fuck—right there—”

By the end, they collapsed together, Theo flat on his side, Jesse spooned up behind him, belly still stretching between them — full, twitching gently with every little kick.

“You think it worked?” Jesse murmured against his neck.

“I think he dropped,” Theo exhaled. “And I think you hit something I’m gonna feel in three days.”

Jesse chuckled, brushing a kiss over the top of his ear.

“We’ll go for round two tomorrow. Or sooner. Depending on how ambitious our son is.”

Theo smirked, half-asleep already.

“He’s your kid. He’s probably ambitious and dramatic.”

🍼When they say sex can help kick-start labor, they mean it. They just don’t say how good it’ll feel in the meantime. 📩 DM for uncensored visual 💬 Reblog if belly-driven sex scenes are your jam

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Someone was asking in a thread what kind of people could work for ICE right now.

I think it's a good time to remember that the image above are the people who put children into gas chambers.

When I was little, I asked what kind of person could work at a concentration camp.

The answer to both questions I think is "normal people who have accepted the dehumanization of another group of people."

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Pregnant boy: Marco Spasiano

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Ever since I moved in next door, my neighbor David has always seemed to be checking me out…but to be fair, I’d check him out quite a bit too, and I think he noticed. One day while I was mowing my lawn, he came over in his tank top and basketball shorts. “Hey neighbor”, he said in a deep vocal tone, “lawn is looking good!”. I wiped the sweat from my eyes, “Thanks man! I work hard to try to maintain how my yard and garden look!”. I then got drawn to his hefty midsection. It must have been obvious I was staring cause he chuckled and then asked me if I wanted to touch it. I didn’t think twice. His belly was firm and warm. “To be honest, everyone stares at my belly…but it’s only cause I’m expecting a son soon!”. “Congratulations!”, I replied while I rubbed his belly. Lowkey it was a huge turn on and it must have been obvious through my shorts. David then grinned and rubbed my cock from outside my shorts, “my husband isn’t home if you wanna quicky with this pregnant hole”. How could I refuse that offer!

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POV: A frat bro ends up blacking out at a party, and wakes up with… big side effects (teaser/role-play)

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Johnny was keen to have some semblance of normality at his late stage of pregnancy, including going out with friends for a night out - his final hurrah before becoming a dad, he jokes. Of course, trying to find sexy clothes that could cover his huge belly was easier said than done.

His preferred combination of a white t-shirt, leather jacket and black jeans was a bit more difficult to arrange than previously. His t-shirts stretched quite tightly across his belly. Not much he could do now as he needed to get into his Uber and get to the bar for dinner...

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