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Life Lessons - Part 6: The Sacrifices of Fatherhood

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The package arrived only two days after Alan had placed the order. He had been expecting it, anticipating it, even counting down the hours before the delivery. He was excited about it but also somewhat embarrassed. The soft knock at the door made him waddle over, his belly swaying with every step, the heavy curve making him move his hand to the small of his back for balance. His boxer briefs clung to him as tightly as ever, stretched taut around his expanded hips, thickened thighs, and ample ass, leaving little to the imagination.

He opened the door, careful to keep himself shielded from the cool January air, and there it was: the plain, discreet box sitting on the porch. Alan bent forward slowly, one hand bracing his back while the other reached for the box. He groaned softly as the weight of his belly made the maneuver more challenging than it used to be. Finally, he grabbed the package, holding it close to his chest as he closed the door with his hip.

“Alright, babies,” Alan whispered, waddling back inside with the box resting on his belly as the babies kicked up a storm. “Let’s see what your silly daddy ordered in his moment of weakness,” he said, with a slight blush on his cheeks.

He set the box on the coffee table and eased himself onto the couch, his legs spread wide to accommodate his belly. He groaned in discomfort as his cock and balls felt squished beneath the heavy dome of his abdomen, but there wasn’t anything he could do to sit comfortably. His breath came in soft pants as he leaned forward, absently brushing his hands over the rounded abdomen before reaching for the box. He removed the tape and pulled back the flaps, revealing the contents. His cheeks flushed as he saw his new toy snugly nestled in protective packaging.

The toy was impressive, to say the least. Alan carefully pulled it out, his eyes widening as he inspected it. The shape was breathtaking—long, thick, and designed to mimic what he’d been fantasizing about. It was 14 inches long, not as big as Max’s cock, but Alan couldn’t help but feel excited about it. The flesh-colored dildo had a realistic texture that made Alan laugh softly to himself. It had a suction surface at the base, perfect to attach it to a wall. It looked inviting, and Alan could barely resist the urge to try it out right there.

“Well, this is something. I guess this goes on a wall for me to ride it? That’s helpful since I can’t bend that easily these days,” Alan said aloud, holding it up and turning it over in his hands. The weight of it surprised him; it was heavy, and his mind immediately wandered to Max. “What am I doing with my life?” he murmured, shaking his head while laughing. But the pregnancy hormones were relentless, and he couldn’t deny the urge that spread through him as he held the toy. His horniness had skyrocketed in recent weeks, and there were moments when the ache was so overwhelming that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Alan leaned back, still holding the toy, and rubbed his belly with his free hand. “Guess I might as well give it a try,” he joked, chuckling at the absurdity of it all. His babies rolled inside him as if they could sense his mood, and Alan smiled down at his rounded middle. “You don’t get to judge me, alright? Hormones are a thing, and this is your dad’s fault.”

He made his way to the bedroom, the toy in hand. He slowly removed his boxer briefs as he entered the bedroom, feeling his dick hardening in excited anticipation of what was to come. He went to the bathroom and carefully used the suction cup to attach the dildo to the cold tiles at the right height to reach his hole. The toy looked even more impressive attached to the wall, and Alan couldn’t lose any more time. He turned around and pushed his ass against the dildo, feeling the cold surface of it brushing against his warm skin. The sensation was different than Max’s heated fuck tool, but Alan knew this was the closest to the real thing. He took a deep breath and reached back to line the dildo with his hole before pushing his whole body backward to take the 14 inches in one move.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Alan shouted as the dildo stretched his hole almost as good as Max used to do. “I missed this! So much!” He said aloud, closing his eyes and panting in pleasure. His body instinctively started moving back and forth, fucking himself on the massive dildo.

Alan moaned, and his hands moved to his belly because the babies were active due to the movement. Pleasure overwhelmed his whole body as his cock started leaking pre-cum. Alan continued moaning while the memories of his fuck sessions with Max invaded his mind. He remembered the big guy’s touch, warm skin, and strength. It was so good that Alan couldn’t help but call for Max’s name while the dildo rearranged his guts.

“Max! Please, put more babies in me. PLEASE!” Alan begged, feeling his heavy body aching for more. His cock was painfully hard, his balls felt incredibly full, his belly felt ready to burst, and his pecs were sensitive. But despite all the discomfort, he couldn’t help but wish for Max to get him even fuller with kids. “Please, Max! I need you.”

The sensation was so good that Alan’s cock shot a massive load all over the floor only a few minutes later, making him pant even more. He felt alive with the dildo inside. He felt emotionally fulfilled because it reminded him of Max, even though it wasn’t nearly as good as the big guy’s. Despite it not being the same, Alan stayed there for a while, the dildo buried in his ass while he caressed his belly. He still needed Max. But the dildo made him happy enough to survive the loneliness.

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The days blurred into one another as February began. Alan’s life had become increasingly sedentary. Carrying septuplets was no small feat, his body constantly reminding him of that fact. His belly grew larger and heavier by the day. The tight curve dominated his frame and made every move a challenge. His back was constantly sore, and his feet swelled from the pressure. He found himself needing to rest more often, so the only physical activity he did was fucking himself on the dildo once or twice a day.

His appetite was insatiable, so he ate constantly. His body felt sluggish, every movement requiring more effort than the day before. The babies were active, their kicks and rolls a near-constant presence that awed and exhausted him. Emotionally, Alan was torn. He missed his family—Becca, James, and Benjamin—but also felt a growing attachment to the babies inside him, a deep, protective love that made every struggle worth it. This attachment only made him miss Max even more. Things were so complicated.

Alan spent most of his days on the couch or in bed, only wearing boxer briefs, his hands always resting on his belly. He found comfort in rubbing slow circles over the firm, rounded surface, feeling the babies move beneath his skin. The sensation reminded him that he wasn’t alone, even in this solitude. Yet, it was impossible to ignore the loneliness that struck him in quiet moments as the days and weeks advanced.

Alan sat on the couch on Valentine’s Day evening, his phone in hand. He had scheduled a call with Becca and the boys, and though he was excited to see their faces, dread lingered in the back of his mind. Alan carefully adjusted the camera, ensuring it only captured his face. His body had changed so much that he couldn’t imagine letting them see him like this. The screen lit up as the call connected, and there they were—Becca, with her loving smile, and James and Benjamin, waving excitedly. Alan felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of them as the babies kicked up a storm.

“Hi, Dad!” James said, his voice full of energy.

“Hi, Daddy!” Benjamin added, his little face lighting up.

“Hey, my boys,” Alan said, pretending to be happy, but the sadness was evident. He missed them too much. “How are you guys doing?”

The boys eagerly told Alan about their day at school and the Valentine’s cards they had made. Becca smiled, occasionally commenting on something to tease Alan about how much the boys missed him and how much she missed her husband. Alan laughed along, but his heart ached. He missed them more than he could put into words.

“I miss you guys so much,” he said, his voice breaking slightly.

“We miss you too, Dad,” James said, his face expressing sadness.

“When are you coming home?” Benjamin added, making Alan’s heart skip a beat.

Alan hesitated, his hand instinctively moving to his belly just out of view. “Soon, buddy,” he lied, holding back his tears. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

The boys nodded and moved away to get ready for bed, leaving Becca and Alan on the call. “I wish you were here. I still remember Valentine’s Day last year. You were wild,” Becca teased, making Alan chuckle because he could also remember their date and how it ended.

“I promise I’ll take you out on a romantic date when I return home,” Alan said, his eyes teary because he didn’t know if he could ever return home after the babies were born. “I promise this all will be worth it.”

Becca smiled, and after the call ended, Alan sat in silence, staring down at his body. His belly rose high and round before him, a constant reminder of why he had to stay away from his family. Alan sighed deeply, rubbing his hands over the firm surface. “What would they even think if they saw me like this?” he whispered, feeling the babies move. “I can’t even imagine.”

Later that night, as the cabin grew quiet, Alan couldn’t help but grab his phone and scroll through Max’s OnlyFans page. He missed Max more than ever. His heart ached with longing as he clicked on the latest post, and his breath caught in his throat when the video loaded. Max was dressed as Cupid, wearing tiny white briefs that barely covered him and a pair of wings strapped to his massive back. He posed for the camera, flexing his muscles and showing off his bulge.

Alan chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous, Max,” he said, but he couldn’t stop watching. The sight of Max’s massive frame and how it filled the screen made Alan miss Max even more.

He closed the video and set his phone down, but his thoughts lingered on Max. Alan’s eyes wandered to the massive toy sitting on the nightstand, and he sighed, rubbing his belly as the babies shifted inside him. “Your dad is as silly as your daddy,” he whispered to the babies moving within him. “I’m sure you’d love to meet him, wouldn’t you? He would love you.”

Alan stayed there for a while, lost in thought, his hand tracing slow circles over his belly. The loneliness weighed heavily on him, but the memories of Max helped him deal with the situation. He smiled and slowly rolled out of bed, taking the massive dildo to the bathroom to have his lonely Valentine’s Day celebration. It wasn’t ideal, but it was part of the sacrifices he had to make in his circumstances.

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Alan’s pregnancy was reaching the point where even the simplest tasks felt monumental, and apart from the physical challenges, he felt the weight of financial stress. His appetite had become monstrous, demanding eight or nine large meals a day, and even then, he woke up in the middle of the night feeling a hunger that sent him stumbling to the kitchen. His constant snacks throughout the day only increased his appetite instead of satisfying him. Keeping up with this relentless need for food had drained his savings at an alarming rate. Between the weekly grocery hauls, which grew more expensive each time, and the money he sent to Becca and the kids, Alan realized he was quickly running out of funds. The realization added a new layer of anxiety to his already heavy emotional burden.

“Great,” he whispered one evening, staring at the latest bank statement on his phone. “At this rate, I won’t even have enough to buy diapers for these little ones, let alone keep sending money to Becca.” He absentmindedly rubbed his belly, the babies shifting in response. “You guys aren’t making this easy, you know that?”

Despite the stress, Alan often turned to his phone to distract himself. During one of these long periods of scrolling, he remembered the male pregnancy forums and pages Max had shown him on the day they met. Curiosity took over, and Alan began browsing, diving deeper into the niche corner of the internet that catered to mpreg enthusiasts.

The stories and content he found were fascinating and surprisingly comforting. Some posts were heartfelt, written by people imagining the joys and struggles a man would face while carrying babies. Other posts were funnier, showing exaggerated morphs and drawings of men with impossibly large bellies. Alan chuckled as he scrolled through images of fictional characters holding their swollen stomachs, sometimes with captions like, “Ready to pop!” or “Eating for eight today!”

“Oh, you have no idea what eating for eight actually means,” he said, patting his taut abdomen. “It’s like feeding a whole army.”

He stumbled across videos of men pretending to be pregnant, their shirts stuffed with pillows or prosthetics as they acted out scenes of waddling or rubbing their fake bellies. Some were silly, others oddly touching. Alan found himself drawn into the community, spending hours reading and watching, his own swollen belly a constant reminder that his situation was far from fantasy. He couldn’t help but relate to some of the characters in the stories, but it felt different because he was pregnant for real.

Eventually, Alan came across an OnlyFans page of a man who claimed to have “the biggest pregnant belly out there.” Intrigued, Alan subscribed, curious to see what the man was offering. The posts were playful—videos of the guy cradling his rounded stomach, posing in tight clothes, and waddling dramatically for the camera. But as Alan watched, he couldn’t help but chuckle. The man’s belly, while impressive, didn’t come close to the size of Alan’s. However, the man had many followers, and people loved the content.

“Cute,” Alan muttered, shaking his head as he rubbed his own belly, which was far larger and undeniably real. “You’ve got nothing on me, man.”

Then, something clicked in Alan’s mind. He glanced down at his body, the massive curve of his belly filling his lap and sticking out prominently in front of him. If this guy could draw in subscribers with a slight gut and a pillow stuffed under his shirt, Alan would do a lot better with a real pregnant belly. After all, no one would believe he was actually pregnant—it was impossible. He could claim he was pretending, just like everyone else.

The thought lingered, growing stronger as Alan considered his emptying savings. “It’s not like I have much of a choice,” he murmured, his hands tracing slow circles over his belly. “I need to take care of you guys somehow and send money to your older brothers.”

Over the next few days, Alan worked on setting up an account. It felt strange and a little embarrassing, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He created a profile, carefully choosing a silly name that wouldn’t give away his identity: “fullbelly7.” He drafted a few introductory posts, testing the waters, but hesitated to share anything.

However, on February 22nd, when he reached 24 weeks pregnant, Alan finally felt ready. That morning, he set up his phone on a tripod and stood in front of the camera, staring at his naked reflection on the screen. After weeks of struggling to squeeze into his boxer briefs, he had finally given up, opting to stay completely naked, feeling better in the freedom it gave his overburdened body.

He weighed 376 pounds, and the sight took his breath away. His body was enormous, every inch of him transformed by the pregnancy. His belly was the centerpiece, jutting out a staggering 21 inches in front of him, round and taut, with faint veins visible beneath the stretched skin. His pecs had become fuller, his nipples slightly darker, larger, and more sensitive. His ass was massive and rounded, matching his widened hips that swayed with every step. His arms, thighs, and face had also thickened, covered in a layer of fat that added to his overall bulk, softening his once-chiseled features and making him look even more imposing.

“Damn,” Alan whispered, running a hand over his belly as he turned to the side, marveling at how far it stuck out. “I’m a walking planet.”

He sighed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist to cover his cock and balls. With his belly and chest left on full display, he began taking pictures, adjusting the angles to emphasize how huge he looked. He posed from the side, showing the dramatic curve of his belly, from the front, with both hands cradling the underside, and even from above, capturing the expanse of his swollen middle on camera.

When he was done, he sat heavily on the edge of the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. He spent the next half hour editing the photos, blurring his face to hide his identity. But as he prepared to post them, doubt crept in. He stared at the images, his fingers hovering over the screen.

“Am I really doing this?” he murmured, rubbing his belly absentmindedly. The babies kicked in response, a reassuring thump that made him smile. “Alright, you little troublemakers. Let’s see if this works. I hope your daddy will get as much attention as your dad does with his big body.” With a deep breath, Alan hit “Post,” uploading the pictures with a simple caption: “Do I look pregnant? What do you think?”

He used one of the photos as a profile pic, and the response was immediate. Within minutes, Alan’s phone buzzed with notifications—new subscribers flooding in, followed by likes and comments. He stared at the screen, stunned by the reaction.

“Wow,” he whispered, smiling as the babies kicked up a storm. “Looks like people really like it, huh?”

For the first time in weeks, Alan felt a flicker of hope. It wasn’t the life he had imagined. But it was a way to support himself, his family, and the tiny lives growing inside him. For now, it was enough. But this opened a whole new set of opportunities to enjoy the crazy situation Alan had gotten himself into.

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Jay's Story, Part 2

(been a while since the first part, so here's a link)

We somehow managed to find a surgeon willing to help, provided we gave him permission to publish a paper about our little experiment. We agreed, as long as we stayed anonymous.

Theoretically, the secretions from Sierra’s ovipositor should help stretch my insides to facilitate the transfer of the eggs to the pouch he’d be creating in me from a section of my intestine. To keep the eggs inside, it would have a valve that would hopefully only open from direct pressure. When we asked how I was going to lay the eggs, he sort of shrugged. We were dealing in a ton of hypotheticals – the idea was that when the eggs were fully developed, they’d be big enough to trigger the valve to open. If they triggered it too soon, we’d have to try something else. If they didn’t trigger it at all, Sierra would just have to fuck me until I started laying.

I was having a whole host of conflicting feelings by this point. Was I really about to sign up for getting my intestines turned into an egg pouch? I’d experimented a little with anal, but this was way beyond my experience. I also had no idea how big Sierra’s eggs would be. She was starting to look pregnant herself, just the slightest baby bump you’d easily dismiss as putting on a little weight if she hadn’t told you she was going to have kids.

And that was really what kept pushing me forward, in the end. If she wasn’t keeping them, she needed the surgery immediately. I had to either go all in on this experiment, which might not even work, or back out now so that her surgery would be as risk free as possible.

I went all in. I was probably an idiot, but I wanted to make her happy… and a piece of me I tried not to pay too much attention to was curious about what this would be like. So there I was, a month after my surgery, on my hands and knees on my bed, my alien lizard girlfriend behind me, coaxing me to relax. I didn’t know what to expect. When I felt something warm and wet press against my ass, I jumped a little.

“Ready?” she asked.

I nodded, didn’t trust my voice to work. It sure worked when something entered, a gasp and a little moan coming out of me as she pressed inside. It hurt at first, but she was so slick it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I moaned again as she slipped further, the warm wet tube suddenly moving out making me shiver as she gently fucked me like her ovipositor was a dildo. Or a dick. Fuck, my girlfriend was fucking me and I was starting to like it, loosening up for her. It was an intense sensation, and when she found the right angle…

“You’ve never made a sound like that before,” she giggled.

“Never done this before,” I muttered.

Shit but it was good. I was full and shaking, each thrust sending her deeper into me, I could feel her snaking through my intestine. I wonder if there was something in her secretions, because it felt way better than it probably should have. I was wantonly moaning, begging as my limbs turned to jelly, my cock rock hard against my belly… Then she paused, the pressure of her in me, just keeping me full was amazing.

“I think I found the valve,” she muttered. She pushed forward, and I felt something open in me, an incredible pressure inside that was soon echoed by an eruption of pressure at my asshole.

I swore as discomfort turned to pain when the first egg entered. I cried out into the pillow, felt her stroking my back and legs, trying to soothe me. “I can’t stop it now,” she whispered, “I’m sorry Jay. You’ll be alright, you’re doing so well.” Her ovipositor pumped the egg all down its length, through my intestine to the pouch, a second punch of pressure as it passed through the valve.

Another egg instantly followed. I swore again, tracking the path without wanting to. Her hand wrapped around my cock, an effort to keep me distracted. It helped some, and she pumped in time with the eggs as they traveled. Three, four, oh fuck five… my ass was soon numb, letting me focus on the fact that my cock was rock hard in her hand. I lost track of the eggs and when I came she kissed my back and said, “Finished. Good work. I love you, thank you so much.”

I nodded, catching my breath, my hand drifting to my stomach. "I love you too," I said as I felt a small bulge. I felt bloated, and looked it. "How many…?"

"Oh, maybe a dozen, at most. But most won't develop," she hurried to explain as I felt faint, "most won't make it and that's normal. A good clutch is four to six, but you're another species. I'll be surprised and ecstatic if even two develop fully."

I nodded. Ok. Two eggs, maybe three or four at best. I could handle that.

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