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I rarely act as a hater, but I am very disgusted with how you fetishize childbirth and pregnancy (I hope you will come outside and touch some grass or go on therapy)

>comes to blog called wizardpregnant >upset that the wizard is pregnant

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It was school finals time and Jeremy’s parents had put a lot of pressure on him throughout the year to succeed and do well. So it was no surprise that he cracked and let loose…really loose at a party earlier in the year. He had somehow managed his way into a threesome, drunk and a bit stoned, and was pretty proud of himself. He barely even realised that his mate was fucking him, at least until the next morning when his cock was still in him and it was just the two of them. They quickly realised what had happened, decided on a round two and then swore never to speak of it again.

That became increasingly difficult though, as Jeremy became clearly bigger, and a few months later could no longer deny he was pregnant.

He didn’t know how he had managed to do it, but he had hid it well from his family. A lot of loose clothing helped.

Jeremy made it, and there wasn’t much more to do and he knew he’d pass. But the stress wasn’t all that was getting to him, as mid test he realised he was in labor and giving birth.

The exam room was clearing out…which was good, but Jeremy was struggling to hold it, this baby had to come out. He crossed his legs, he moved positions, but finally her let out the deepest guttural moan as he held his breath and pushed. The exam teacher quickly realised what was going on and managed to rally with enough time to get Jeremy’s pants off and help the baby out.

Now just to explain this to his parents…

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It was completely unexpected. Derek had been unwell for some time and had been going to the hospital for test, his wife worried about him as he didn’t seem to be getting any better.

It was the middle of the night and he was in excruciating pain, nothing would help, he could barely move. She called an ambulance and had him rushed to the ER for assistance.

As they began running test, it became clear what was going on… “I’m sorry Mr Smith, but you’re in labor and you’re fully dilated. This will be big news for you, but right now, I need you to push”. Derek didn’t, frozen for a moment as his wife left the room. Oh well, cat was out of the bag now. He grabbed his phone and opened Snapchat to his brother-in-law as the urge to push came and his son was born.

He sent the image to his brother-in-law with the caption “I think your sister knows…”

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I met Hector on Grindr when he came into port, he was a contractor Flight Attendant. Fuck, I felt so lucky he messaged me back, he was damn fine.

He gave me real top vibes but was such a sub bottom. Despite this, he said he was too shy to get around much and the travelling made him too tired. So even felt honored that we got to fuck.

I made the most of it, spent the night in his hotel, fuck him when I got there, had a shower and fucked him in there, went to dinner and fucked him in the bathroom, came back to him hotel and fucked him. I stayed the night too.

He was lovely! Had he lived closer…I think we both could have seen a future together. He left early the following morning.

We kept in contact and he said he found a contract a few months later that meant he would be in my city again for a night.

I couldn’t figure out if it was me or if he was hotter than he was before but damn I was so into him! I needed to be in him. So what he seemed to have put on some weight, abs never had turned me on that much anyway.

We honestly fucked like rabbits! More than last time. He was so hot and into it even more, his sex drive was so high and he moaned more, like I hit his prostate easy with every thrust.

And again, he left early the next day.

Damn I missed him! And we kept in constant contact, almost like a long distance relationship. It was a long time before he found another chance to come see me again however…

This time when he did however…he was still fucking hot but…I couldn’t help but ask if there was something he wasn’t telling me. He said there was, and there was the last time too. He admitted it was mine, it always had been and I didn’t have to be tied down to him. Before he said anything else I stopped him and kissed him.

Once we got back to his room I fucked him again and once we were done I told Hector I wanted to be with him if he wanted to have a family.:.which he did.

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I had no intentions of this happening. I had been wanting to get back in shape and decided to go for walks at a park near my house. My husband works 60 hours a week so I had to walk alone. On just my second walk I got mugged. Nothing bad, just a druggie looking for money. He took my cell phone and bank cards and cash I had on me and ran away.

After that I was scared to walk alone and my 45 year old father-in-law volunteered to walk with me saying he needed some exercise too. We walked together three times a week for a few weeks and were really getting to know each other well. We got very comfortable talking about private things.

One day I was telling him how upset I was that I had gotten so out of shape. He disagrees the extra weight made me hotter because it made my ass bigger, which was a big turn on, he looked at them and said he bet they looked great bouncing during sex. I was a little embarrassed, but also flattered. The next day that we were to walk I put on a pair of booty shorts and a muscle shirt with a jacket over it. I couldn't beleive I was dressing like that for him, but I liked knowing he was looking.

When we got to the park he instantly expressed his approval of my outfit and suggested I leave the jacket in the car, so I did. He walked behind me on a trail and told me several times that the view was great. He was flirting heavily and I liked it.

We stopped for a break at a picnic table and the flirting continued. He caught me off guard when he said that he and my mother-in-law had not fucked in 10 years and seeing me so scantily dressed was doing things to him. I joked that he always had his hand and he popped back that he did that plenty often, but a hot mouth and pussy or ass was impossible to beat.

I took the opportunity to bend over to “tie up my shoe” and all I could hear was a moan.

There was a long silence. We were both going somewhere I didn't really think we would. Our eyes met and I just did it. I got up, pulled muscle shirt and tossed it on the table, walked around to him and dropped to my knees and waited. He didn't hesitate to get up, drop his pants around his ankles, grab my head and feed me his fat cock. He didn't last long. Maybe 3 minutes passed and he moaned that he was about to cum. I never let my husband cum in my mouth, but I wanted his dad's load bad! I grabbed his ass and pulled him in making sure he knew I wanted it. Seconds later he shoved his cock in to the balls and pumped a huge load right down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow, but as turned on as I was, I was going to anyway.

He pulled his cock from my mouth, lifted me up and kissed. In one smooth motion he slid my shorts down and began fingering my hole while he sucked my nipples. I was all his.

He walked me over to the picnic table, bent me over it and buried his cock in my tight hole. My god I loved it! He fucked me so good. I knew other people walked the trail but I didn't care. If they saw, so be it.

He fucked me for a long time, then without warning he gripped my hips and buried his cock in me and I heard him grunt while at the exact same time felt the hit gush of his cum inside of me. My heart stopped. I had forgotten to tell him to pull out. My husband got a vasectomy 7 years ago. I knew my father-in-law doesn't have a vasectomy because he gave my husband a hard time about "getting clipped" and bragged that he "still shoots live bullets". I was scared to death, but didn't tell him.

Over the next few weeks we repeated this same ritual. He never pulled out and after two months I knew I was pregnant. I kept it to myself for a while, but eventually developed a little baby bump. My father-in-law noticed it first while he was fucking me. I admitted everything to him. He thinks it is great. He said he figured I was risking pregnancy since he knew his son was snipped, but figured I was old enough to make that decision on my own.

I am now 5 months along. My husband knows I cheated, but not who with. We are telling everyone that it is my husband's baby, but most everyone knows it can't be. A couple of his coworkers have given him a hard time about being a cuckold.

His dad and I still walk 3 days a week and fuck every time. Now that weather is cooler we usually just fuck in his car and then go home. Once my belly gets a little bigger he is going to just come to my house while my husband is at work.

I am hopeful that my husband will just accept this and his dad and I can quit sneaking around. It would be better if his dad could just come over whenever he wants…

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Kickflips & Cravings

In a sun-baked city where concrete curves and steel rails are home, a tight-knit crew of radical skaters is redefining what it means to ride hard and live loud. They're not just tearing up the skate park—they're doing it while pregnant.

Meet Axel, the bold and reckless leader with a bleached undercut and a belly that juts proudly beneath his cutoff hoodie. Zeke, the chill street-style artist who grinds rails with headphones on and a painted board covered in baby name doodles. Javi, the smallest but fiercest of the group, always with candy in one hand and a board under his feet. And Ty, the oldest and quietest, whose big belly and calm presence make him the unexpected heart of the crew.

All in their late teens to early twenties, these guys are proof that you can still shred, grind, and catch air—even while growing the next generation. Between daring tricks and belly laughs, they cheer each other on through aches, cravings, and the occasional mid-ollie cramp.

At the park, they’re legends—showing up in mismatched gear, belly bands, and bandanas, bodies in motion and full of life in more ways than one. They skate for freedom, for expression, for each other—and now, for the future they're bringing into the world.

They're not slowing down. They’re just riding a new kind of high.

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companion piece to that art i did of gale getting knocked up by all the lady companions :]

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big halsin babyyy

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Bumps & Bites

In the heart of the city’s trendiest dining district, there’s one restaurant that always has a line out the door—and it’s not just for the wings. Welcome to “Belly Up!”, the wildly popular, all-male, bump-forward version of Hooters, where the charm is cheeky, the service is sizzling, and the waitstaff? Gloriously pregnant.

Among the crowd favorites is Diego Rivera, a stunningly handsome, fit, strong-built server whose smile is as sharp as his jawline. Diego moves confidently between tables, expertly balancing trays loaded with drinks and appetizers while his massively pregnant belly leads the way—his work shirt stretched tight over his taut midsection, bellybutton peeking through, and customers grinning in admiration.

Though heavily pregnant—weeks from delivery—Diego doesn’t slow down. His broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and steady stride carry him effortlessly through the crowd, even as the occasional kick or contraction draws a hand to his belly with a breathy laugh. He’s flirtatious but warm, playful but professional, and utterly unbothered by the attention his belly draws.

For Diego, this isn’t just a job—it’s a vibe. A celebration of strength, body confidence, and a little bump-fueled showmanship. And as customers leave stuffed and starstruck, it’s clear: Belly Up! isn’t just redefining the dining experience—it’s redefining what it means to serve with style.

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Backstage Thunder

Jax Monroe is the kind of roadie who turns heads—whether he’s hauling amps, tuning guitars, or cradling his heavily pregnant belly between sound checks. With a strong, muscular build, tattooed arms, and a signature sleeveless band tee stretched tight over his twin-filled midsection, Jax has become both the backbone and heart of the tour crew.

He’s been with the band for years—handling gear, solving crises on the fly, and keeping the show running from city to city. His boots are scuffed, his hands are calloused, but his dedication never wavers—even now, with twins kicking like a double bass beat inside him. Most people wouldn't imagine a man balancing rigging duties with prenatal vitamins, but Jax pulls it off with grit and a smirk.

Despite the occasional stares, the band treats him like family—especially the lead guitarist, who always checks in before each show with a “How are the little rockstars today?” Jax handles everything from load-in to breakdown, only occasionally needing to pause for a breath and a belly rub when the twins start to shift.

For Jax, being pregnant isn’t a detour—it’s just another part of the tour life he loves. Between the rumble of road cases and the pulse of the stage lights, he’s carrying the next generation of rock—two tiny passengers, born into music, sweat, and thunder.

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Celebrating strength, love, and new life this Father’s Day. From morning cuddles to breakfast in bed, these amazing dads-to-be are surrounded by the families who adore them. No matter the age, no matter the background—fatherhood is beautiful in every form.

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Strings & Second Chances

Once the lead guitarist for a touring rock band that lit up dive bars and open-air festivals across the country, Marco Rivas now lives a quieter—but no less meaningful—life. In his early 40s, with shaggy, slightly graying hair, a well-worn goatee, and calloused fingers still made for riffs, Marco runs a cozy, cluttered music store and guitar lesson studio in the heart of his hometown.

The walls of Rivas Music & Strings are lined with vintage amps, well-loved guitars, faded concert posters, and shelves full of sheet music. Kids, teens, and aging rockers alike come through for lessons, advice, or to hear one of Marco’s legendary licks. He’s patient, warm, and just gruff enough to be charming.

But what surprises most customers is what Marco carries with him besides musical wisdom—a very prominent baby bump. Now heavily pregnant after choosing to become a single parent via surrogacy support, Marco balances tuning guitars and running lessons with preparing for the arrival of his first child.

He’s a striking figure—still muscular and broad-shouldered, but now with a rounded belly visible beneath his flannel and band tee, often rubbed absently as he teaches or repairs a fretboard. Between lessons, he jots down baby name ideas or double-checks the corner of the shop he's slowly turning into a cozy crib nook.

Fatherhood wasn’t part of the plan back when he was playing late-night gigs and crashing on couches. But now? It’s his encore. And this time, it’s all his.

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It's important to address the ongoing issue of harassment toward content creators, particularly when they post material that others misinterpret or take out of context. People need to stop pressuring creators for specific types of content, especially belly-related content, when it’s not their primary focus. Just because someone shares a lighthearted or casual video or image doesn’t mean they identify with certain niche interests like gaining or Mpreg. This behavior crosses a line into harassment. Please respect creators, enjoy their work for what it is, and refrain from making inappropriate comments or demands. I will now step off my soapbox.

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NICO & LUKE | A STORY COLLAB WITH @amalepregnancyworld

For Luke, a last-minute getaway to Mazatlán is a chance to relax before the arrival of his sister’s twins, whom he’s carrying as a surrogate. But when charming, smooth talking local Nico comes into the picture, Luke finds himself immediately seduced by the young man’s advances. I’m not usually one for roleplay, but @amalepregnancyworld was kind enough to ease me into it and together we’ve created this story! Fair warning! It is / will be very NSFW so take that in mind! But we hope y’all enjoy!

You can read the story now on MpregCentral or use the link here: https://shorturl.at/3lF25

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