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A continuation of The Delacroix Legacy.

A short story following Pregnant In Pearls and a side story to Silk Ties and Secrets.

https://www.patreon.com/BlkDaddieBelly

Available NOW for Inkitt and Patreon subscribers. Wide release on May 1.

Featuring cover art by @mpregoneverything

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Chapters: 21/38 Fandom: Original Work, No Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Mpreg, Pregnant Sex, Older Characters, Male Lactation, Power Dynamics, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Male childbirth, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Slow Romance, Slow Burn, Fertility Issues, billionaire tycoon, Mentions of miscarriage, Prostate Massage, Light Bondage, Top/Bottom Versatile Series: Part 3 of The Delacroix Legacy Summary:

Vincent Delacroix: Billionaire tycoon, international playboy... pregnant carrier? When an unexpected encounter on the French Riviera leaves Vincent with a full womb as a souvenir, he has to reconcile new understandings of love family, and responsibility. He must navigate treacherous corporate waters, protect his family's legacy, and bring down the walls that have been protecting his heart for decades. As the line between passion and power blurs, Vincent faces a choice: maintain the empire or risk it all for love. In a world where silk ties bind more than just necks, every secret has a cost. Sequel to Pregnant In Pearls

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Well hey there friends. I'm sorry I haven't been around much. I finally jumped on the Patreon wagon. The good news: There is a free tier with a ton of content, including illustrated versions of both of my books, Pregnant In Pearls and Silk Ties and Secrets. Just press the three dots on the right of the screen under the banner header, and select "join as free member". The better news: Paid members gain early access to my book chapters, exclusive photo sets, and bonus stories. And my lifelong gratitude and devotion.

Either way, I will do my best to post here more. Because ya'll are the best.

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He was quite upset when he first got pregnant, and his abs slowly disappeared, but once he realized his ass and chest would also grow, he didn’t think it was so bad.

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I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on...

I just want a baby with the right one ...

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Undeniable - A Super Bowl Story

Nate Harland had spent his entire life building walls.

Walls between himself and his players, between himself and the press, between himself and anything remotely personal. He had perfected the art of the unreadable expression, the clipped responses, the kind of cold, sharp authority that made men twice his size fall in line.

That discipline, that control, had made him one of the most respected head coaches in the NFL. It had carried him through a relentless, punishing career. It had made him untouchable.

And then, Jaxon Reed had ruined everything.

Because for all of Nate’s discipline, all of his careful detachment, he had made one mistake.

A mistake that was now growing inside him, stretching the skin of his abdomen, shifting in his ribs, pressing down on his lungs when he paced the sidelines too long.

A mistake that had a father—a loud, arrogant, reckless quarterback who was far too involved and nowhere near careful enough. And, much to Nate’s frustration, refusing to let this go.

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Nate had done his best to keep it under wraps.

The press hadn’t noticed, at least. As far as they were concerned, he was just “bulking up,” maybe carrying a little stress weight, nothing worthy of a scandalous headline.

The team was another story.

Jax had convinced himself that he was the only one who knew. That they were keeping this between them, this secret confined to stolen moments in locker rooms, whispered arguments in Nate’s office, encounters so intense and reckless that they left Jax burning for days afterward.

But one day, Jax saw it.

The shift.

The way other people moved around Nate.

It was subtle, practiced, ingrained.

The thing about teamwork is that it depends on each member showing up for the others, whether they’ve asked for help or not.

The linemen forming an instinctive barrier when players ran too close on the sidelines. The equipment staff leaving extra protein bars in Nate’s office without being asked. The quiet way a water bottle would always appear at his elbow, a chair set nearby just in case—even though Nate never used it, never acknowledged it.

They know.  They were protecting him.

And Jax—who had spent months thinking he was alone in carrying this weight, alone in watching out for him—suddenly realized the truth.

But all this time, the team was with him. Backing him up. Doing their part to get Nate and the baby to the end zone.

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Jax’s hands are magic; broad and firm and sure. The hands that catch and run. The hands that throw a perfect spiral 20 yards. The hands that find their way to Nate’s belly in quiet moments, coaxing the baby to kick and roll.

The hands that wander beyond the bump, crossing boundaries and pulling moans and pleas and curses from Nate’s mouth.

In a quiet locker room, sliding around Nate’s waist, pressing low, right under the belly, pulling him back against a solid chest.

Pulling Nate into the backseat of Jax’s Hummer EV 3x, worshipping his 27 week pregnant body, caressing every new hill and valley until they are both writhing and sweating and breathless. Tugging closed the blinds of Nate’s office, gripping plush 30 week pregnant hips, setting an absolutely brutal pace as he pounds out the adrenaline of a playoff win. Nate should be mad. But in quiet moments those hands gather him close, massaging in belly butter and telling stories to their growing child, and he doesn’t know how to pull away.

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By the time they reached the Super Bowl, Nate was eight and a half months pregnant and holding on by sheer willpower.

His body ached constantly. His balance was off. He could barely get through practice without feeling like he had a bowling ball pressing on his lungs.

But he wasn’t stepping back.

He wouldn’t.

This was his job. His team. His life.

And so, he stood on the sidelines like always, arms crossed over his chest, yelling plays into the headset, pretending like everything was fine.

Jax wasn’t fooled.

The moment they took the field, he was watching Nate, scanning him between every play, his jaw tight, his movements sharper.

And then, as the second quarter came to a close, Jax saw it.

The tension in Nate’s shoulders. The way his breath caught, just slightly. The way his fingers curled, pressing against the curve of his belly for only a second before he forced them away.

Jax knew what that was.

And when they went into halftime, when Nate stood in front of the team, mapping out strategy for the next two quarters, Jax saw him white-knuckle the marker as a contraction hit.

Jax didn’t say anything.

Not yet.

But when the third quarter started, when Jax took his place behind center, he did something different.

Instead of looking at the defense—

He turned his head and stared directly at Nate.

Unwavering.

A full-on, pointed stare-down.

A message, loud and clear.

I know.

Nate’s lips pressed together, his jaw tight. His glare was sharp, warning, back off, Reed.

Jax didn’t blink.

And when the ref blew the whistle, he turned back to the game, pissed, wired, focused—

Because if Nate wasn’t going to admit what was happening, then Jax was just going to win this fucking game in record time so he could force the issue later.

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Twelve minutes.

Jax had twelve minutes left in the game, to finish what he started.

Twelve minutes. And then he would go meet his child.

He almost blew it. Saw Nate press a fist against his stomach, the way he tensed. The pain had spiked, his expression had wavered, his breathing had changed—and Jax had caught it.

Jax called a timeout that nobody wanted, jogging to the sidelines, prepared to wage a totally different battle if that meant sending Nate to the hospital. .

And instead of denying it, instead of brushing him off, Nate had finally, finally admitted it in his own way.

“The baby deserves a Super Bowl winner for a father.”

The words hit Jax like a sledgehammer.

Because Nate had never called him that before. And just like that, everything changed.

For the first time ever, Jax had a reason bigger than himself.  Every play was perfect; the pivots were sharper, the hits were harder, and the throws were laser direct.

Jax won that game.

Took his team down the field, broke the defense, scored the game-winning touchdown.

Then he ran.

Not to the trophy. Not to the press -  to Nate.

Who was already being loaded onto a stretcher, who was gripping his stomach, whose face was drawn tight with pain.

“I’m coming with you,” Jax told him, his voice urgent, his hands already reaching for him.

Nate let out a breathless, pained laugh. “You have a press conference to do.”

Jax pressed his forehead against Nate’s temple. “Fuck the press.”

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It happened in hours—long, agonizing, brutal hours.

Jax had never felt so helpless.

All he could do was be there, wrapping himself around Nate from behind, holding him steady, whispering into his ear.

“You got this.” “I’m right here.” “I love you.”

And then— A cry.

A tiny, perfect, new sound.

Jax’s breath caught.

Because there, paced on Nate’s chest, blinking up at the world with unfocused eyes—was their daughter. Emerson “Emmy” Reed-Harland.

Jax couldn’t breathe. She was real, and here, and theirs.  Jax couldn’t do anything but stare at her, at Nate, at the absolute miracle that had just happened.

And Nate—exhausted, wrecked, holding their child so carefully—

Looked at Jax like he had just won everything.

Football was never the most important thing.

This was. This always would be.

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So sorry I've been quiet over here, Tumblr friends. I finally got the next Delacroix Legacy book edited and ready to take a break.

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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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Thank you to OP for the comprehensive summary and timeline. This is a despicable use of AI and a flagrant violation of copyright laws.

SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).

I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.

IN SHORT

Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.

When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using 

his dyslexia; 

his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and 

a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,

as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.

When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there. 

THE TAKEAWAYS

1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain; 

2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and 

3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again. 

THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)

Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)

I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entirety—though, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywall—along with a link promising to take me—through an app downloadable on the Apple Store—to an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) weren’t working, I put ‘Kara Danvers’ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the covers—as well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratings—made it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice. 

I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and I’ve only ever had to deal with art theft—which has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was reposted—and I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.

After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work they’ve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobook’ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if they’d heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knight’s methods and decided to contact OTW’s legal department:

And then I went to bed.

By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:

@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.

That response came only an hour or so later: 

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointing—I doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasn’t eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.

I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.

A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)

A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious prices—though in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for free—my dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.

Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3—and, as a result, my original tumblr post—began taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didn’t screenshot in time so I’m sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit user’s screenshot, I didn’t see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)

After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether. 

It’s not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume it’s the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, you’re not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.

That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:

They were completed works;

They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and

They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.

If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!

I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.

I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.

Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back up—but the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***

That’s when several users—the ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that way—reported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.

Sooo—

We’re obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they aren’t actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasn’t willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them. 

This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg you—seriously, I’m on my knees here—to not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones you’ve kept in your ‘marked for later’ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and it’s our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.

Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.

THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):

*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, it’s pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you don’t steal some other kid’s art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didn’t want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so it’s clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that. 

**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: it’s even greasier than it looks at first glance. It’s not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover ‘art’, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that can’t be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had ‘found family’ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ and ‘love triangle’ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrape—not only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzman’s needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation. 

***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but I’m hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-stream’s search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, don’t have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.

Again, please, please PLEASE reblog this post instead of the one I sent originally. All the information is here, and it's driving me nuts to see the old ones are still passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.

Thank you all so much.

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12 Dads of Christmas #6!

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Pregnant In Pearls is officially COMPLETE! A million thanks for all who have read and supported.

This was fun and stressful and wonderful. When I started this I was just noodling around coming up with ideas for images. 62k words later, it turned into me basically writing an MPREG soap opera, filled with passion, sex, drama, scandal, and adventure.

For those who choose to read, I hope you love the Delacriox family the way I do.

Find me on Inkitt and Archive Of Our Own.

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Breath of Life

Amidst the rhythmic hum of a sound bath, the air thrummed with anticipation. I stood beside Air, my husband, his rounded belly protruding like the ripest fruit, heavy with the life we had created together. His chestnut eyes glimmered beneath the glow of the setting sun, pools of light and calm in a moment crackling with primal energy. Beside us, Cosmo paced, his chest bare and his dreadlocks trailing behind him like roots unbound, his energy grounding us in this wild, sacred moment.

Our cabin, a patchwork creation of salvaged wood and stained-glass windows, caught the fading sunlight like a prism, scattering warmth over every surface. We’d built this life from the ground up, rejecting the sterile corridors of hospitals for the untamed freedom of the natural path. No monitors beeped here, no sterile gloves snapped. Just us, the land, and the rhythms of creation.

Air groaned, low and guttural, his hands pressing against his lower back as another contraction gripped him. I reached for him instinctively, my hand shaking with awe more than fear. Cosmo crouched beside him, one hand brushing Air’s shoulder. “Let it flow,” Cosmo murmured, his voice like the rustle of leaves. “You’re safe. You’re powerful.”

The birthing tub, a rounded basin carved from cedar and filled with water from our spring, beckoned. The water shimmered, infused with lavender and rosemary from the herb garden we tended together. I helped Air step in, his body sinking into the warmth with a sigh that rippled through the stillness. His skin, slick with sweat, caught the fading light, transforming him into something almost otherworldly, a living myth.

As darkness fell, the cabin became its own universe. The flickering of candles cast moving shadows on the walls, turning them into silent witnesses of Air’s labor. Each contraction brought forth a sound from him that seemed to rise from the earth itself, a song of raw power and surrender. I squeezed his hand, feeling the tremor in my own. “You’re doing it,” I whispered. “We’re almost there.”

The crescendo of the moment came like a tidal wave. Air’s cries blended with the symphony of nature outside—crickets chirping, leaves rustling, the faint hoot of an owl. And then, it happened. A tiny head emerged, glistening and crowned with soft, wet curls. My breath hitched as the rest of her followed, her body slippery and shining like she was crafted from starlight.

Air lifted her from the water with trembling hands, holding her close to his chest. Her first cry pierced the night, a sound so pure it seemed to shatter and rebuild the world in a single moment. Cosmo let out a choked laugh, his arms encircling us both as tears streamed down his face.

“She’s beautiful,” I murmured, my voice breaking. Her skin was warm honey, her eyes already seeking the world, the same warm brown as Air’s. We named her Luna, the moon’s soft light to guide us through the dark.

The night stretched on in a haze of incense and whispered mantras. Air held Luna to his chest, her tiny fingers curling around his beard as she nursed, her soft breaths blending with the crackle of the fire. Cosmo pressed his forehead against mine, the weight of what we’d just witnessed anchoring us in place. “We did this,” he said softly. “Together.”

By dawn, the world outside seemed as new as Luna herself. The sun crept over the horizon, turning the dew on the grass into liquid gold. Air cradled Luna as he stepped out onto the porch, her small body wrapped in a swath of cotton. She stirred in his arms, her tiny face serene.

Cosmo and I flanked him, our hands brushing, our connection stronger than ever. The earth felt alive beneath our bare feet, the scent of pine and damp soil filling our lungs. It smelled like hope, and growth, and the start of something beautiful.

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I usually like to do my own stunts but when I was sidelined with a leg injury the production team insisted we hire a stunt double and continue shooting. Now my leg has recovered but my stuntman has proved his athletic prowess in other ways. He said I've given him two gifts: a baby and job security.

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Fertile

After 40 weeks of agonizing pregnancy, I finally got in labor a few hours ago… in the middle of a storm that flooded the streets, completely alone, with no electricity and many kids that want out really quick. Panic won’t help me at all so I fill my huge tub and get inside it, surprisingly I still fit in with my enormous belly. I get in position and for a while nothing happens, just contraction after contraction but no much progress. The babies are so big that I know it will be hard so I push with all I have… thankfully I feel progress.

While I'm pushing and the first baby’s coming out, I remember how miserable I had been the last few weeks and how hard it was for me to even move around without help because my belly, my pecs and my whole body were so swollen. Thankfully, there was always a guy or two, willing to satisfy ALL my needs but they can't be here because of the storm, wouldn't have minded a dick or two stretching my hole to make the birth so much easier… mmm… maybe next time. When my first son comes out, I sigh in relieve and after all the cleaning, I put my big boy to nurse on my nipple.

Just a few minutes later while I'm pushing, the second baby’s head is already coming out and I remember when I walked down the street a few months ago and randoms guys would come closer to rub my huge ass and my milky pecs and obviously to ask about my huge pregnant belly. It made me feel so sexy, especially when I ended my day at any of their apartments with a muscled guy pounding on top of me and his dick reaching deep inside me, I should definitely call them all when I’m done here. When the second baby comes out, the first one is already full so I repeat the procedure and put him on my chest and continue pushing.

The contraction won’t give me a break so I'm pushing in no time and the third baby is slowly coming to the world. While I push, I remember months ago when my body started to get bigger, my ass ballooning, my muscles growing, my plump balls getting swollen because of all the hormones running through my body and how it all attracted the attention of all the guys at the gym and how sometimes I ended on long private sessions with any of them or with several of them. Those were amazing days because they made me feel desire, they made worthy all the changes going in my body. I guess I’ll go back to the gym to get my old body back and have some more private sessions with my old gym buddies. Soon, the third baby is born and I repeat the same process again. The first two are sleeping on towels next to the tub while the third one has some milk, thankfully there’s a lot to feed all of them.

I know I’m not done, not even close to be done so I keep pushing. When the fourth baby’s coming out, I remember the moment, 32 weeks ago, when I told my ex-boyfriend and father of my babies about the pregnancy. I wasn’t sure how he would react but when I told him everything, he ripped off my clothes, pushed me to get on all fours in the middle of the living room and then fucked me right there. I thought things would be great because he was so passionate that time but when he was done, he stood up and just left while I was still breathless, never saw him after that day. The fourth baby is born and the third one is still sucking on my nipple so I struggle a bit to handle both of them without waking up the first two. I manage to hold them, each on one pec, while I start pushing the fifth.

I’m really tired by now but I know I have to keep going. While I’m pushing to give birth to the fifth baby, I remember the moment when my ex-boyfriend and I have conceived all this kids. I was in this same position I am right now but we were on my bed, he was always really passionate so when he shoved his dick, balls deep inside me, my whole body trembled with every thrust and I was moaning non stop until his seed flooded my insides to the brim, he even left me with a little bloating that night. Now, I look down at the babies on my arms and just smile, the third one is full so I put him with the first to so by the time the fifth one is born, I can easily handle him to put him on my free pec while the fourth one is on my other pec. I feel like a milk machine but I’m loving it.

I can’t rest at all before the sixth kid starts to come out. I’m pushing and breastfeeding my babies and I can’t help but wonder where can I find a new man who would want a big muscle guy with six kids, a huge ass, huge chest, a hole in need to be filled with a huge hard dick and a deep desire to have a very large family. I hope it won’t be hard to find.

Some minutes later when I’m holding my six baby boys in my arms, I think on how beautiful they are and prepare a mental imagine of the guy who's going to fill my belly with lots more kids. My dick's already hard imagining a tall, huge muscle man burying his long and extra thick dick deep inside me while shot after shot of potent cum get me pregnant again with even more kids than this time. Hope I’ll find it soon.

4 months later

Every morning my bladder tells me it's time to get up. As big as I am right now, I can't hold that much piss so I have to slowly move my heavy body out of bed and head to the bathroom. When I'm done there, I try to put on my underwear and it's kinda hard. At the front, my belly and my chest get on the way and on my back, my ass is so big that it's really hard to get my underwear to cover it. I look down at my belly when I feel a baby kicking, it's the first time I feel any of them kicking, I'm 4 months along so that's normal.

Yeah, I know I look big, I feel big, I am big; so, while I feel more kicking coming from my belly, I remember how I got into this situation.

It all started the night I gave birth to my sextuplets, alone at home in the middle of a storm and with all the streets flooded. When the ambulance finally came to take me and my babies to the hospital, the paramedic who helped me was so hot I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. I had been imagining who would be fathering my next babies but my imagination couldn’t reach the perfectness of that man. He was literally bursting out of his uniform with big muscles that I felt like a wimp next to him; and he was so funny too that he made me laugh even with how tired I was after pushing 6 big baby boys out of me. my dick was hard while he took care of me but I blamed the pregnancy hormones still working on my body. He just laughed but I know he knew the truth.

Hours later when I was in my hospital room, he came in to check on me and the babies. The 6 cribs were next to my bed but the babies were sleeping. We talked and he started to get closer to me, he knew I wanted him and I knew he wanted me too. He undressed from the waist down and got on top of me on my hospital bed. I was salivating when I saw his massive hard dick aiming at me, it didn’t matter how sore or how tired I was, I just needed that huge dick so deep inside that I was about to beg him.

He buried his dick in my hole and started to fuck me hard. He knew we didn't have much time before a nurse would walk in so he went fast and hard on me while I was just gasping and trying not to moan loud but man I wanted to scream so loud with his monster cock stretching my hole like never before. It was all really quick but I had never felt so high on pleasure like in that moment. Soon, he let out a deep grunt and then I felt his warm cum overflowing my guts, it felt awesome and it was so much. I was still heavily breathing when he got dressed again, gave me his number and walked out of the room. I know you’ll say I’m a whore but I don’t care what you say, his monster dick worth it.

A few weeks later I was getting used to take care of 6 babies but suddenly I started to feel sick, tired, moody and all the symptoms I already knew very well. Some pregnancy tests just confirmed that the hot paramedic had knocked me up just a few hours after I had given birth to my sextuplets. I was hesitant to tell him the news because I barely knew the guy but when I called him and told him everything, he asked me to move in with him immediately. I never expected such reaction but I accepted and took my six kids to our new house. Now I have a lovely boyfriend who loves all my kids and takes care of them like their dad and obviously he takes care of my every need.

He insists that I should go see a doctor to see how many kids we're having but I'm too scared to find out, so it'll be a surprise for the birth. The only think I know is that I wasn’t this big when I was this far along with the sextuplets so I’m guessing I’m having more or they’re just massive like their dad. Moving around is already a hard task and I can't even imagine how it will be in 5 more months, lucky me there will be someone by my side to help me with everything, specially to satisfy my horniness.

The sextuplets are starting to wake up now so I have to go feed them all. Then I have to prepare a snack for my boyfriend who's about to come home after his night shift. Also, I really want to get to his after-night-shift routine, it consists on me pinned on bed by his huge dick for a while before he gets some rest. I never get tired of it and it seems like as I get bigger, my boyfriend wants to fuck me more constantly and I’m not complaining- on my first pregnancy, I needed several guys to get satisfied but with this man, I’m having more than I could ever want or wish for.

1 year and 5 months later

Hello again. Seems like I don't learn my lesson. It's been a year since I gave birth to 9 baby boys. No, I didn't write the wrong number, I gave birth to 9 boys exactly 9 months after I have given birth to sextuplets. It was really shocking when I found out I had pushed 9 babies out of me but I was extremely happy and my boyfriend was over the moon. Thankfully, my second birth was at a hospital surrounded by doctors, nurses and obviously my perfect paramedic by my side supporting me and showing me his love while I pushed his huge babies out of my body.

Right after I have given birth, we decided to stop the baby factory because 15 kids under a year old were more than enough for us, and for anyone, and the doctors also advised us to not even try for more kids because I am extremely fertile because of some hormonal thing. I should've listened but I love my boyfriend's dick too much to actually care. Well, we were really careful at first, my boyfriend always wore a condom and I was on birth control. But one night, 4 and a half months ago, I convinced him to not wear a condom because I was on birth control, I thought it was safe because I was taking my pills and they were supposed to avoid pregnancy but when the doctors said I am extremely fertile, it meant birth control just doesn’t work on my body, but I didn’t know that back then. My boyfriend fucked me, unprotected and I guess you know what happened.

I got pregnant, obviously, and I started to grow so fast that I got really scared and went to see the doctor. After a long while with the sonogram, he said he couldn't count the babies that well because there were a lot, he couldn’t give us number but he was sure we had broken the double digit with this one. Though, he said 12 was his best guess but there’s no way to know yet. I can tell I'm having a lot, not only because of my belly but also my chest that has been growing even more since the moment I got pregnant. I'm still breastfeeding the 9 babies and all of them together just can't empty up my milky pecs.

My boyfriend is so happy that all he talks about is the coming babies. He even has a bet with his partners at work on how many kids I'll have. He's hoping for 15 and one of his friends even said 20 when he saw a pic of my current size. I only laugh when I hear him talking about his bet but it’s really exciting to know I’m literally breaking my own record. I have no idea how many I have inside this time and I don't wanna know yet. I just keep going with my life. I stay at home all the time, naked because nothing fits me, I take care of all our kids, which is getting harder by the day. The sextuplets are 1 year and 9 months old, while the 9 babies’ first birthday is coming soon and in 4 and a half months, I’ll have another litter of babies coming out of me to join their many older brothers.

I’m still trying to be as active as possible so I do some quick work out some times a day but it's getting harder every day too. Everything is a hard task now but I'll be honest, this is everything I would wish for in my life. This will definitely be my last pregnancy but I would love to discover how fertile I really am. Maybe?

3 years and 5 months

In my current condition, I can only wonder why I’m so stubborn and keep making the same mistakes, I literally don’t learn my lesson. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I just wonder why I got myself into such big trouble again. It’s been a while since I gave birth to 15 baby boys on my third pregnancy. Yeah, if you’ve been following my story, my boyfriend, who is now my husband, won the bet he had at work. The 15 boys are 3 years and 1 month old right now, the 9 babies that I had given birth on my second pregnancy are 4 years and 5 months old, while the sextuplets that I gave birth on my first pregnancy are 5 years and 2 months old. We have 30 boys and our lives can’t be any better.

My husband is now the chief at his department so he has more time to spend with us, thankfully. You can’t imagine how hard it was for me to take care of 15 newborns with 15 more kids asking for my attention, it was crazy but I loved it. I was so tired at the end of the day but it helped us to be more careful with our sex life to avoid another pregnancy. Think about it, 30 kids are way more than enough for anyone and the doctor was sure I would have even more kids if I ever got pregnant again. It was all so demanding for both of us that I simply forbade my husband any action unless he was wearing a condom. We didn’t want me to get pregnant ever again, but if I’ honest, a tiny part of me wanted to have more kids and to experience the joy and craziness of an even bigger pregnancy. I never mentioned this to my husband but I was always hoping for something to happen.

The months and years passed, the kids got older and somehow easier to take care of all of them but my inner desire for more kids was getting stronger every day. It wasn’t until 2 months ago that I my wish finally came true but I never expected it to be so dramatic. You see, my husband and I were celebrating something, husbands’ thing, and when we got back home we were really horny. We went to our room and we both got naked but he said he didn’t have condoms, immediately I closed my legs. For normal people that’s not a problem, we have a mini market next to our house so running there to get a condom is really easy; but my husband needs extra large condoms and you don’t find them everywhere, believe me when I say even XL is kinda tight, I’m so damn lucky.

Anyway, we were so horny that he ran to the mini market and bought a regular sized condom, thinking it would work. We struggled to put it on his dick but we manage. He fucked me so hard that night even when he said it was uncomfortable but when he came, immediately I felt his seed flooding my guts and I knew the condom had broken but I was so horny that I didn’t realize what that really meant. A while later when we were catching our breaths back, I realized what the consequences of our acts would be but I could just smile looking at how happy my husband looked when he figured we had just ordered a new batch of kids. It’s been barely 2 months since then and here I am pregnant for a fourth time, carrying who knows how many babies.

I worked out really hard to get my fit body back after the first to pregnancies, as much as I could; but now I see it changing again faster than ever. My husband is extremely excited and super horny all the time, specially because he can fuck me without fear for another pregnancy. All our kids seem to be happy about the new babies too, though some of them get jealous some times when we talk about their little brothers. I’m happy, I won’t deny it, but I’m kinda worried too because I’m already this big and this is just starting, 7 more months to grow are a lot. The next few months will be really interesting, I wanna see how big I’ll get and I think is time to stop testing how fertile I am… right?