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Imagine having to take a pregnancy test to know…

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Just Before the First Cry

⚠️ This is a real, intimate childbirth moment. Not erotic. Not staged. Just raw life, seconds before a new one enters the world. ❤️ Like & reblog if this moves you. 📩 Message me if you'd like to see the uncensored version — for respectful, serious viewers only.

He wasn’t supposed to be alone in the frame. The plan was for his partner to hold his legs — just like the last time. But the final contraction came faster than expected.

The doctor had momentarily stepped aside to prepare gloves and reposition supplies. The nurse had gone to grab fresh linens. For a brief moment, there was no one right at the bedside — just the two of them.

“I think he’s almost here,” Max said through clenched teeth, breath ragged, voice full of disbelief and focus. “I can feel him — right there.”

Jordan stood frozen, wide-eyed, watching the bulge shift visibly between Max’s legs. And then, as if on instinct, he reached for his phone with trembling hands and raised it.

“If he comes and it’s just you here… take the photo. I want to remember that moment — just the two of us.”

The baby’s crown was fully visible now, gently stretching the rim of skin and muscle. The image looked impossible, overwhelming — but real. Raw. Beautiful, in a brutal kind of way.

Then — click.

The shutter sounded at the exact moment Max let out a low, guttural cry. Not a scream — something deeper. Older. Animal and human at once. His body bore down involuntarily as a ripple of contraction clenched around his abdomen like a vise. His thighs quivered. The sphincter, already stretched, shuddered under the weight of the child bearing through it.

Jordan dropped the phone to the table, rushed forward, and caught Max’s leg in both arms just as the doctor returned.

“You’re almost there,” he said firmly, pulling on gloves in a smooth motion. His eyes darted briefly to the baby’s crown. “You’re crowning beautifully. Let your body do the work, Max.”

Max didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His entire being was focused on one singular task — bringing their son into the world, one final inch at a time.

Observation: Fetal head is visibly crowning at the anal opening. The perianal and rectal tissue has stretched concentrically with minimal edema. The anal sphincter is maximally dilated and under sustained outward pressure. No laceration observed. Tissue is blanching under strain but remains intact. Contractions are synchronized with bearing-down efforts. Pelvic floor muscles are fully engaged. The anterior rotation of the fetal head is progressing naturally with expulsion effort. No instrumentation indicated. Estimated time to full delivery of the head: ≤ 30 seconds if current push strength is maintained. Risk: Minor for superficial tear. Episiotomy not indicated unless signs of abrupt stall or tissue compromise appear. Partner support is effective.

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My Patreon is full of happy surprises this summer, just like the belly on this guy 9 months after they hooked up 🙈

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🛋️ HEAVY, HORNY & HOME

⚠️ This post features nudity and themes of male pregnancy. Mature content only. 💬 Like it? Reblog it. Show love to bold bodies. 👁‍🗨 Uncensored version available via DM.

He didn’t need an excuse.

No wild adventure, no loud declarations. Just a couch, four walls, and a body that wouldn’t let you look away.

His belly was tight and round—full in a way that demanded space. Every shift made it wobble slightly, as if to remind him, I’m here. I’m growing. And he loved that.

There was no shame in this. No hiding. He sat back, arms wide, thighs open. His body was working hard to build life, and he wasn’t going to act like it wasn’t also turning him on.

Because it did. The pressure. The weight. The way his skin stretched, warm and swollen. He could feel everything. And he wanted you to feel it too—through the screen, through your stare, through the way your breath hitched when you saw him like this.

He was already leaking by the time he hit record. His cock throbbed against the underside of his belly, swollen and dripping, twitching in time with the slow, rolling kicks from inside. Every movement sent a wave of tension through him—his gut tightening, his hole clenching, his breath caught somewhere between a moan and a gasp. He slid a hand over the stretched skin of his bump, then down—past the curve, to where it pulsed the hardest. “It’s not just hormones,” he whispered, smirking at the camera. “I like being this full.” Then he let his knees fall wider.

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🔐 Locked, Loaded & Proud: Breeder’s Property on Display

🔞 Content warning: male pregnancy, chastity, D/s dynamics, nudist setting. Like what you see? ❤️ Reblog 🔁 and DM for the uncensored version.

He didn’t choose the cage. He didn’t choose the plug. He didn’t even choose the pool. His Alpha did — and that’s all that matters.

They walked in together, but from the moment they passed the gate, Alpha gave him the look. That silent command. “You go ahead. Show them.”

So he walked. Full belly swaying, cock locked tight, flushed with the kind of heat only humiliation and pride can create. He didn’t need to ask what to do. His Alpha had already whispered it that morning:

“You're not there to play. You're there to be seen. To remind them that you're already taken — and filled.”

At this nudist pool, everyone’s exposed. But he stands out. Not just because of the bump, or the way the sun catches on the stretched skin of his belly. No — it’s the way he carries himself. Like property. Like purpose. Like someone who has nothing to offer but what’s already been given.

Alpha watches from the shade — cool, still, in control — a quiet presence that fuels his every step. The cage grows tighter with every glance he earns. The pressure builds. But the rules are clear:

No touching. No begging. Just show.

And he does.

Alpha had locked him in that cage days ago — after a final, intense round of breeding that left him shaking and full. Now, every step he takes around the pool is a quiet performance of obedience. He can feel Alpha’s eyes on him even when he’s not looking. Watching the way his belly moves, how the plug shifts deeper with every movement. The sun bakes his skin while his cock strains uselessly inside the cage, denied, dripping. Other men take notice. Some stare, some smirk, some even approach. But one shake of Alpha’s head from across the pool, and they back off. He belongs to one man only. And that man has made sure the whole place knows. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t touch. Doesn’t even want to. His purpose isn’t pleasure anymore — it’s presence. He is his Alpha’s mark, walking proof of what happens when you're completely used, completely filled, completely owned.

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Lots of new exciting stuff now available on my Patreon :)