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Empregnas University: The Basketball Player's Tutor

I stroll through in the stacks of Beattie Library, stopping when I get to the section needed for my research paper. I sigh heavily; at other schools athletes are allowed to phone it in, but Empregnas insists on academic excellence. Keeping up with classes and basketball practice is close to impossible, so when I started falling behind, Coach recommended a tutor.

As I scan the titles, a pair of arms snake around my waist and I feel the warmth of a slight body against my back. I smile, and turn around to face forementioned tutor, and my now occasional fuckbuddy, Michael. At 5'10" to my 6'6", he has to tilt his head to grin up at me lasciviously. With a quick glance to ensure we’re alone, Michel’s slides one hand down to grope my ass and he presses a finger to my lips with the other – a warning to stay quiet.

Six months ago Michael was the stereotype of a shy, virginal nerd. I've never had a problem getting laid by guys or girls, so I though we'd be one and done. But he flipped the script and now here he is, confidently feeling up a star basketball player in public. I’ve clearly taught him well.  

Michael leans in to kiss me, but the movement of my jacket rubbing against my shirt makes me grunt. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth, muffling my warning that my nipples have been unusually sensitive lately. Two more minutes and we'll be racing across campus to my dorm room, but I fight it, breaking the kiss and taking a step back. He misreads the movement and reaches for my waistband with a smirk, but I stop him again.

“Michael, there’s a problem”. “Stephen, you’re going to do fine on the chem exam, you finally got those formulas down.”  “Bruh, for real…” His brown eyes meet mine quizzically and he steps back, leaning against a cart of books waiting to be shelved. “Listen, I know this is casual, I just thought we could have a little fun but if you don’t want-“  It hurts me to watch him pull away but I can’t put this off any longer. “No!” I hear a shush from somewhere in the distance and my voice drops to a whisper again.  “Shit, no wait, I do want but we can’t…  Dammit. I think I’m pregnant, Michael”.

I wait. 5 seconds. Ten. Twenty. Libraries are quiet but this silence is deafening. “Whose is it?”  My brow furrows. “Yours, shithead” “Do you even know? We’ve all heard the stories about the parties you guys have after games. ” 

I pull myself up to my full, intimidating height and glare at him. “Yeah, sometimes we blow off some steam but you’re the only one that I bottom for.” He blinks in surprise bit still clings to denial. “But I always pull out.” “For a smart guy you’re really fuckin' dumb. That’s not 100% and with how many times you’ve ‘rewarded’ me for good quiz scores, we’ve been playing roulette.”

As the truth sinks in, Michael wipes a hand over his face. “Well ok then. We need to talk. But first, get your books, you have a paper to write.”

Ultimately, I was benched for the season, but under Michael’s tutelage was able to get an academic scholarship. Coach said as long as I got back in shape after the baby, I could come back to the team as a walk-on. But Michael has secured a good job for after graduation and made a few offhand comments about how siblings should be close in age and being able to afford a houseful of kids, so there may need to be some negotiation. Until then, I’ll keep letting him cop a feel in the library stacks.

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A Trad Husband's Handbook: Supporting Your Husband's Career

As a TradHusband, you are your HoH (Head of Household)'s silent business partner. When he is closing a big deal, use your best silver and china to lay a proper dinner party for his clients and bosses. You should take care in writing the menu and cooking the 10 courses yourself, but please hire servers for the event so you may give your guests your full attention. After dinner, take the wives and other TradHusbands to tour the nursery while the men retire to the den for cigars and scotch. You may even find some new friends amongst the spouses as you trade birth stories and recommendations for private schools.

When hubby is working those long hard hours he may lose track of time. Be discreet when you slip into his home office to refill coffee and deliver lunch so you don't break his concentration.

If you do a very good job, you may be rewarded with an extra long, extra deep fucking of your manpussy.

A Warning : We know your hubby looks extra yummy when he's being the big boss, but best to save the Boss & Secretary roleplay for after business hours!

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I got some good news today and I'm in a good mood so here's a pic so you can be in a good mood too.

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Empregnas University: Code Gold

I shifted in my seat as Professor Roca droned on. As a second-year law student class, it's important to have good notes but my concentration is shot today. The baby has been sitting low in my pelvis for a week with no signs of labor. At least I can breathe a bit better but a 10 lb baby plus sitting for hours is murder on my back. I feel the now familiar urge to pee, and ease my heft to my feet. Prof. Roca doesn’t miss a beat of his lecture – with almost 40% of our student body pregnant at any time they’re pretty easygoing about bathroom trips during class. I take a few shuffling steps, knowing my waddle has become exaggerated with this bowling ball of a kid between my hips, when I feel a sudden wetness. I try to waddle faster mortified that I’ve wet myself, when a contraction seizes me and I double over with a grunt. “Holy shit, Derek’s finally having his kid!”. If I weren’t in so much pain I would laugh; I realize the wetness is at my rear – my waters have broken.

Prof. Roca finally pauses his speech on the intersection of artificial intelligence and ethics, turning his attention to me with a sigh. “I really thought we’d get through one semester without a labor starting in class. Damn nuisance, these kids.”  I don’t know if he’s referring to me or the baby, but I’m too panicked to care. This baby feels like a boulder between my hips and I sink to my knees aided by a classmate,  Anthony. I distractedly notice he has a slight belly, and he’s clearly freaking out, probably imagining his own labor.  I’m too breathless to reassure him.

Prof. Roca crosses to an old-school landline phone on the wall and I understand why it’s still there when he picks up the receiver. “Code Gold, Memorial Hall Room 242. And send janitorial, he’s leaking all over the place.”

The pressure is immense. I feel like I’m floating outside of my body as I watch my belly warp from the force of my muscles all moving the baby down.   “Derrick, just sit tight for a minute, health center is sending someone with a wheelchair. Now, where were we…”  Professor prepares to continue his lesson but I can’t bite back the pained cry that escapes my lips. I have an overwhelming need to push, and start scrambling for the waistband of my jeans. “Um, professor, I don’t think he has a minute!”  Anthony awkwardly kneels beside me and I feel cool air against my ass as I push my pants lower. A couple of classmates who have delivered before rush to my side, but most sit there gawking. We all know anal birth is normal and natural but seeing it live and in person is some wild shit.   James, who I know had twins last year, probes to check my dilation, and Andre, who has a toddler, starts talking to me softly.  “Bro, you gotta focus. Quit screaming and breathe. Da fuck is wrong with you, coming to class like this?”  He shakes his head but looks resolved when James signals something from over my shoulder. “Next contraction, fuckin’ push.”    My belly hangs low and heavy as I sit back on my haunches, looking for any relief, but it’s futile.  I’m terrified but my body takes over. One push. Then another. Unbearable burning. On the third push the baby’s head is out and I can feel it wiggling. The sensation is surreal but I don’t have time to ponder. I bear down again and the baby slides out into James’ hands. I feel a sudden physical emptiness but my heart is bursting when I hear a mewling, then a cry. My classmates help me lie back; I’m shivering as I come down from the adrenaline high, but my grasp on my wet squawking baby is confident and secure. Professor Roca gives up, slamming his laptop shut. “Forget it. Class dismissed. See you on Thursday.”

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A Trad Husband's Handbook Ch 1: Creating a Warm and Welcoming Home

Your darling husband works long, hard hours to provide for your growing family. Show him how much you've missed him all day by greeting him with a perfectly balanced cocktail to enjoy while you finish preparing dinner. A good TradHusband will always have his Head of Household's favorite spirits on hand and ice on the bar cart. No more than two drinks a night though, please! You don't want "whiskey dick" to interrupt your lovemaking schedule. Fail to abide by this rule and you'll only have yourself to blame when your man is sleeping soundly and you're staring at the ceiling, pouting that you didn't get your nightly pounding. Rule of Thumb: Keep his belly full and his balls empty!

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Empregnas University: Empowering The Future

Empregnas University is an all-male Historically Black College and University (HBCU) dedicated to the academic, personal, and professional success of young Black men. Through a rigorous curriculum, mentorship programs, and a nurturing environment, we empower our students to become leaders in their families, communities, and beyond.

**Our Vision** We envision a world where young Black men are equipped with the knowledge, skills, and confidence to thrive in a competitive society. We believe that by investing in the well-rounded growth of Black males, we are investing in the future of our nation.

**Our Values** * Excellence: We foster a culture of academic rigor, intellectual curiosity, and expanding physical development. * Community: We create a supportive and inclusive environment where students feel deeply valued and intimately connected. * Leadership: We develop leaders who are committed to multi-generational excellence.

**Student Life** Beyond academics, Empregnas University offers a vibrant student life experience. Students can participate in a variety of clubs, organizations, and athletic teams. We also host regular cultural events, guest speakers, and community development projects.

We believe that mentorship is essential for the success of our students. Each student is assigned a peer mentor, pairing upperclassmen with first-year students to provide hands-on, intimate one-on-one guidance, support, and encouragement throughout their academic journey.

**Why Choose Empregnas University?** * Commitment to Success: We are a university that is specifically designed to meet the needs of young males. * Rigorous Curriculum: Our academic programs are challenging and designed to prepare our students for success in their chosen fields. * Mentorship and Support: We provide our students with a network of mentors and support systems we call “life doulas” to help them succeed both inside and outside the classroom. * Vibrant Student Life: We offer a variety of clubs, organizations, and athletic teams to help our students develop their interpersonal skills and expand their networks. * State of the Art Facilities: Our classrooms, student housing, student life, and student health facilities are designed to accommodate an ever-expanding population.

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A Trad Husband's Handbook: Becoming A Traditional Husband

Today you become more than a BabyDaddie, you become a proper Trad Husband. You have vowed to love, honor, and obey your man, to respect him as the head of the household, and to submit to his will for the good of the family. While Trad Wives are expected to remain chaste before marriage, as a TradHusband, your HoH (Head Of Household) owns your body from the time of proposal. He will not marry you until mere weeks before your delivery so all of your family and friends can see what a good and loyal boi you are, capable of growing and nurturing his seed.

While your wedding attire should be appropriately modest and tailored, your trousseau should ignite your new husband's passions. Thought you may be shy at first, remember that your body is perfectly and exquisitely made for his pleasure. The firm roundness of your first baby bump is a symbol that you are forever yoked to him, and a manifestation of your vow to bear him many heirs.

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Posting Schedule and Story List!

Two New Series! Empregnas University will post on Wednesdays and Sundays Trad Daddies will post on Tuesdays and Fridays

Most Popular Short Stories Samuel's Home Birth Becoming a Girl Dad The Repopulators A Quiet Night At Home (explicit) Four Births A Day with Dr. Marcus Clay's Childbirth Loving Miles

MpregPapa Collabs Space Station Active Service, Active Labor

Series: Empregnas University (Explicit warning for full series) see tag #EmpregnasU An all-male Historically Black College & University (HBCU) outlaws contraception on campus. Many shenanigans and pregnancies ensue.

Series: Trad Daddies (Fluff with occasional references to sexual activities) see tag #TradBlkDaddies Learn how to be the perfect submissive Traditional Husband with our TradDaddie guide. We will make you into the consummate fertile birther and happy homemaker.

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Dear Mom,

I can't wait to see you become a grandma. 🥰🩷

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I stepped into the delivery room, and my heart swelled with love and pride. There was Miles, perched on the bed, his face contorted with pain, but his eyes shining with determination. He was doing this for us, for our family. This is the man I’ve loved for a decade but I never knew the depths of his power until this moment. I took my place by his side, holding his hand and offering words of encouragement. I watched in awe as his body worked its magic, as the baby made its way into the world. The pain was intense, but Miles never wavered. He was strong, resilient, and I knew that he would make an incredible father. As the contractions grew stronger and more frequent, Miles's breathing became ragged. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, and I knew that he was nearing the end. The nurse and the doctor were there, ready to assist, but it was Miles who was doing the hard work. I wish I could take the pain away, but all I can do is help him tap into his strength.

“I love you so much. You’re so close. She’s almost here.” I whispered a nonstop string of encouragement into his ear. In those moments when a smile flit across his face and he melts into my arms, I felt like a superhero. My hand palmed his round belly as it has millions of times in the last few months.  I felt him gather his resolve and meet my eyes with a smile. “I’m ready” he declared. I kiss his temple and prepare to meet our daughter.

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The pressure is unrelenting. I can’t catch my breath; I can’t escape the burning. Every time I open my mouth a voice I don’t recognize fills the room – animalistic screams, grunts, cries. The sounds of effort.

'Clay, you're doing great,' Dr. Johnson said, her voice filled with encouragement. 'Just remember to breathe and push when you feel the contractions.'

'I can't do this,' I whispered, my voice barely audible. 'Yes, you can,' Nurse Williams said, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. 'You're strong, Clay. You're going to be a great father.' I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but the contractions kept coming, each one more intense than the last. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out. 'I can’t - I need to change positions,' I said, my voice strained. Dr. Johnson nodded and helped me move to a kneeling position. I felt the pressure building up inside me, and I knew it was time to push. 'I can't do this!” I cry out again. Nurse Williams’ words are kind but his voice is firm. “You will do this. For your baby. You’re so close” The words cut through the haze, and beneath it, the soft thrum of my baby’s heartbeat. I will live for this child, fight for this child, endure every hurt and pain to protect this baby.

The ring of fire is intense as my baby crowns. My old life succumbs to the flames and a new life as a father emerging. The nurse guides my hand to my rear, and I am overwhelmed by the soft wet hair under my fingertips.

I feel the baby moving down, closer and closer to the world outside. I bear down, all of my muscles working in tandem until I feel a pop and immediate relief. “Head is out! You’re doing it! Don’t push, just wait, let the shoulders rotate.”

I can feel the shoulders are broad, strong, an impossible pressure where my entrance has become this child’s exit. I am shaking but my resolve is steady. One more push, a final rush, then suddenly a squalling bundle is in my arms.

I lie back and barely register the doctors and nurses rushing around. All of my energy and attention is focused on the tiny baby boy on my chest. He is perfect, he is loved, and he is mine.

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Sometimes, it just makes sense to do things naturally.

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A bunch of great buddies hang out on the front porch of their frat house. This young dad has stayed in great shape during his pregnancy by resisting the temptations of lots of frat parties, although he did feast on pizza a little too often thanks to some killer cravings.

Fast forward six weeks. Thanks to all that deep dish double-pepperoni pizza, the frat house will welcome home their newest thirteen pound pledge.

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Standing 5' 10" tall, James isn't a short guy. But he looks tiny compared to his 6' 10" boyfriend. And he looks even tinier with his boyfriend's giant offspring in his belly.

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As I pulled into the school pick-up line, I couldn't help but notice the familiar faces of the other fathers. We were all in the same boat, waiting patiently for our precious little ones. Today, the line was unusually long, giving us ample time to chat. 'Hey, Billy,' I greeted the stay-at-home dad of six with a tired smile. 'How's the brood holding up?' Billy chuckled, adjusting his swollen belly. 'They're keeping me on my toes, as always. But wouldn't have it any other way.'

'I can only imagine,' I replied. 'I'm still getting used to the idea of being a dad again.' 'I always wanted to have a big family,' Joe said, his voice wistful. ‘ My ex-husband and I had our daughter, and she's the light of my life. I thought we would have more but he said no and it was a dealbreaker for me. I still dream of having more kids but finding a partner who wants a broody single dad is the hard part.' Ethan, a newlywed, interjected with a hesitant tone. 'Guys, I think I might be pregnant again,' he said, his face a mixture of excitement and trepidation. 'I've been having some... symptoms.' Ethan fidgeted nervously, his mind racing with thoughts. 'I'm not sure if I'm ready for another round,' he said. 'My wife and I just got married, and our first is only in Pre-K. But I've been having these strange symptoms…' 'Like what?' Toby asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. 'Tender breasts, fatigue, and nausea. I think I might be pregnant again,' Ethan whispered, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The other fathers erupted in a chorus of laughter and congratulations. 'Welcome to the club, buddy!' Billy exclaimed.

Toby, an older dad nearing the end of his pregnancy via IVF, smiled gently. 'Ah, the joys of fatherhood,' he sighed. 'My breasts are so swollen, I can barely fit into my shirt.' We all nodded in commiseration but our conversation was cut short by the ringing of the bell and a wave of shouting kids. There will be plenty of time to talk; from the looks of our group, there are years of school pick ups and PTA meetings to go.

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I LOVE seeing creators going great work for the community. #KinkForACause

Hello All!

This June (date tba) we will be putting out a digital zine featuring the work of fourteen mpreg artists with 21+ pieces along with additional downloadable material (sketch pages, gifs, other downloadables not included in the zine itself).

All proceeds go to be donated to World Food Programme and World Central Kitchen.

Participating artists: BIGBARABELLY, @cheezihouse, @daddybellies, @dotjpreg, @doctorjackdaw @enullarts, @epphfervescent, guttergoblin, @mittysins, @monsterexer, @poorks, @sethmacfarlanedeathpose, @tum-bakery, @valrvn