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Up & Down - Part 5

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While I searched for Spencer’s suits in our closet, he stood in front of the mirror, his breath shallow as he took in the sight of his naked body. He did that almost every morning, and I couldn’t blame him; his belly had grown beyond anything we could’ve imagined, and he still had another 20 weeks to go before the birth of the octuplets. His abdomen was a round dome, which he loved to caress, feeling the tightness of his skin and the firmness of the babies nestled inside. I could only smile while I stared at him.

“Is this really happening?” He softly said, his voice barely a whisper, but I could hear him.

I approached from behind and wrapped my arms around his thick midsection, caressing the sides of his taut belly as his big butt pushed against my front. “What do you mean? Do you want to know if you’re really pregnant? I think your belly is the proof that you are really pregnant. You want to know if we’re really getting married? The ring on your finger is proof that we’re really getting married. Do you want to know if I love you? Big guy, my whole self belongs to you.”

He took my hands and pushed them tight against his belly. “Fuck! Where do you get those lines?” He turned around to face me, his belly bumping against my side, and I saw tears running down his cheeks like rivers, a broad smile adorning his face. “I know it’s all real; it’s only... too good to be real.”

“Well, you’re too good to be real, and even then, here you are,” I said, winking at him and caressing his massive pecs.

He chuckled, and more tears ran down his face. “Stop it, or you’ll make my mood go from sweet to horny. Fuck! You’re too sweet.”

I laughed and leaned in to kiss his belly. “Let’s save that for our wedding night. Now, it’s time to squeeze you into your suit so I can officially claim you as mine,” I said, grinning.

“Oh, come on. So, you’ll claim me as yours? Have you seen me? Owen, I’m the big guy in this relationship. The bigger always dominates the smaller,” he said with a playful tone, streaking a double bicep pose that he knew I loved.

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Olympia. I’m not quite sure. Remember who’s carrying whose babies,” I said as I brought up his navy blue suit.

“First, I know it’s me who’s pregnant; believe me, I know. But still, the belly only makes me even bigger,” Spencer winked at me and flexed his biceps again. “And second, I don’t think this suit will fit me. Have you seen me? I’m a whale,” he said, looking down at his belly.

“Yeah, a huge whale, for sure. But you don’t need to close the buttons. We only need a shirt that’s big enough to cover your body, and you’ll leave the jacket open,” I said, handing Spencer the suit as I went back to the closet.

“And where will you find a shi—” He started saying, but I pulled a massive new white shirt out of the closet.

“A shirt that fits you? I bought this because I knew you would never decline my proposal.” I smiled, approaching. “We’ll make it work, Spence. You’ll look incredible. You already do.”

Spencer gave me a doubtful look but couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, but I’ll need your help. Considering I’m the one carrying the babies, the dad should help the daddy get dressed,” he said, and I nodded. I knew he was scared about everything, so I always tried to make him feel better, even when he was entering the beached whale territory.

“It’ll be my honor, soon-to-be husband,” I said.

I looked for a pair of briefs and helped Spencer put them on. His underwear was tight, clinging to his thickened thighs and ass, which had grown fatter and rounder during the last few months. I gently lifted the waistband to get it over his hips and butt and then playfully slapped his big ass. He chuckled and pushed his hips backward to tease me.

“You said: save it for later, right?” He said, swaying his hips so sensually that I felt my dick stirring in my underwear. “Unless you want to go to town before the wedding.”

“No, no. We’ll be late. I won’t let you go away from me. Let’s start with the pants before we end up doing something else,” I suggested, handing Spencer the pants for him to step into. The fabric strained as we pulled them over Spencer’s thick thighs and hips. He winced as I grunted with the effort of getting his pants to cover his lower body. I hadn’t realized how much thicker he had gotten in those areas until I tried to cover his big ass with the back of the pants. “Wow, you’ve grown... a lot, and I’m not referring to the belly,” I said, making him blush. The pants were a tight squeeze, but after a few attempts, I managed to button them right below his belly.

“Maybe we should skip the belt,” he said with a chuckle. “Though... I’m not sure how long these pants will last,” he laughed, and we heard the seams of his pants softly creaking, making both of us laugh.

“Okay, okay. Let’s see about the shirt before you burst out of the pants,” I said as Spencer lifted his arms. I carefully helped him into the shirt, pulling it over his broad shoulders and carefully working it down over his chest. The shirt was tight—too tight, the fabric straining across his chest. I managed to close it around his belly after several attempts, the seams at the sides creaking a bit. Each button was a small victory, though the shirt looked like it was holding on for dear life.

“How does it feel?” I asked, stepping back to admire my husband-to-be.

“I think we might have a problem,” Spencer said, his voice laced with concern as he looked down at the straining buttons, clearly holding his breath.

“It’s a bit tight, but you still look amazing. You’re literally glowing,” I responded, getting on my tiptoes to kiss Spencer’s lips.

“No, I’m literally bursting. That’s different,” Spencer said, chuckling, his shirt straining even more. “But I guess it’ll have to do.”

I nodded, helping Spencer into the suit jacket. It fit snugly over Spencer’s broad shoulders, and when I tried to button it, it wouldn’t close over his belly. Not even close. Spencer sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment. “It’s okay, we’ll leave it open,” I said, brushing a hand over Spencer’s belly. “You look perfect, Spence. Absolutely perfect.”

Spencer looked at himself in the mirror again while I put on my navy blue suit. Despite the tightness of his clothes and the size of his belly, Spencer had to admit that he did look good. His suit strained at the seams, accentuating his broad shoulders and powerful chest. His belly was a prominent feature, round and firm, but it didn’t take away from his overall appearance. If anything, it made him look even more radiant, glowing with the life he was carrying inside.

“Okay, we’re ready,” I said a while later when both were fully clothed in our best suits. I approached and placed a hand on Spencer’s belly. “Ready to go, big guy? Ready to get married?” I asked.

“I am,” Spencer responded with a smile.

The courthouse was modest but elegant, and as we arrived, the officiant greeted us warmly. Spencer was clearly nervous because his size drew immediate attention when we walked inside. We could feel the weight of their stares, but the secretary was professional and kind, guiding us through the halls with ease.

“You’re the most beautiful person here,” I whispered into Spencer’s ear, squeezing his hand.

He smiled at me, and I noticed him calming down. Then, they led us into a small room where the ceremony would take place. The officiant smiled warmly at us, not batting an eye at Spencer’s condition. The ceremony was intimate. It was just the two of us, standing side by side, Spencer’s belly nudging against my arm.

As the officiant began the ceremony, I heard Spencer groaning, and his free hand moved to caress his belly. The officiant continued, ignoring the noise, but I noticed something was happening. Spencer slightly winced as he gently rubbed his hand over his abdomen. He looked at me with teary eyes, and then I got it. The babies were kicking. We had been waiting for that moment for weeks, and the babies had decided to start moving right in the middle of our wedding as if they knew something special was happening.

I moved my hand to his belly and immediately felt the movement against my hand. I couldn’t contain my tears. It was such a sweet and tender moment, and it happened while we were getting married. The officiant spoke softly, guiding us through the ceremony. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes never leaving Spencer’s. The moment was perfect. Everything about that moment was perfect.

“Spencer Collins, do you take Owen Richards to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?” the officiant asked as we had our hand on Spencer’s belly.

Spencer’s eyes welled with tears, nodding. “I do.”

“Owen Richards, do you take Spencer Collins to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” I replied, my voice steady despite the lump in my throat.

“By the power vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss your groom.”

I smiled and pulled Spencer into a long and passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of his body against mine and his belly tightly pressing against my abs. I felt the babies moving more as if they were celebrating their dads. I couldn’t contain my tears. The moment was perfect—better than I had ever imagined, and it wasn’t over yet. As we pulled apart, the officiant handed us the marriage certificate to make it official, but Spencer hesitated.

“What is it?” I asked, noticing the pause.

“I’ve been thinking,” Spencer said slowly, looking up at me. “I want to take your last name, Owen.”

My heart skipped a beat. We hadn’t discussed this, and I was surprised. But also incredibly touched. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a smile. “I want us to be a family in every way.”

His words led us to another long and passionate kiss, filled with tears and kicks from our babies. Owen and Spencer Richards, I loved how it sounded.

I took Spencer to a nearby restaurant right after the wedding. It was a small, cozy place with a buffet that Spencer loved. I couldn’t stop smiling, my eyes glued to Spencer, who looked radiant even though he was uncomfortable in his clothes. His hands were on his belly, still feeling the babies moving. I couldn’t help but chuckle when I realized he had sixteen arms, sixteen legs, eight heads, and eight butts, all pushing against his inner belly in different directions. No wonder his belly was so active; we were having many babies.

“I think they’re hungry,” he said, smiling at me, and I already knew what he meant. He was really, really hungry.

“Then let’s get you fed. Don’t hold back,” I responded, standing from the table to go to the buffet with Spencer.

He loaded up his plate with as much food as it could hold. The smell of food was intoxicating, and Spencer’s mouth seemed to water as he grabbed everything that looked good. I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t worried about the shirt anymore but only focused on satisfying his hunger. His appetite had grown along with his belly, and it seemed like nothing could satisfy him. He devoured plate after plate, his shirt growing tighter with each bite. I could see the fabric straining, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him; I wanted to see him feeling his big gut to fuel our babies’ growth.

I knew Spencer could feel his shirt growing tighter because he tried to adjust it every other minute. He shifted in his seat, trying to make himself more comfortable, but it was useless. Since his skin and shirt were so taut, I could see the babies growing restless again, kicking up a storm as if they could sense that their dad was having a feast. I knew he was uncomfortable, but he only wanted more food.

Spencer groaned softly, rubbing his belly as the babies continued kicking. “They’re so active. I never expected them to move so much. It feels so weird.”

I reached over, placing my hand on Spencer’s belly, feeling the movement while he ate. “They’re excited. It’s a big day for all of us. And I guess they’re enjoying the buffet.”

“Ugh, I think I might have overdone it,” Spencer said, glancing down at his belly. “I guess we’ll see if this shirt can hold up,” he said with a wink.

I looked over and saw what he meant. His shirt stretched to the limit, the buttons straining so much that I feared they’d pop off at any moment. But Spencer, ever the trooper, just laughed it off. Then, as Spencer was about to take another bite of his last dessert, I heard a faint pop as one of the lower buttons of his shirt flew off, landing on the table with a soft clatter.

“I’m surprised it lasted this long,” I said, still processing what had just happened, staring at Spencer’s exposed skin on his belly. We burst into laughter, causing more of Spencer’s buttons to undo, accidentally revealing more of his belly.

“I think that’s a sign I’ve had enough,” Spencer said, chuckling and placing his fork down.

I shook my head, still grinning. “I don’t know about that. You’re eating for nine, after all.” I reached for his hand, and we stared into each other’s eyes for an eternity. He looked happy, and I didn’t need anything else at the moment. “Have you realized that we’re about to become a family of 12? Right now, we’re only two; we’ll welcome two babies in 12 weeks and then eight more in 20 weeks.”

He smiled and looked down at his belly. “I know. It scares me a lot. I never thought about having kids, and soon we’ll have ten. That’s a big number to start with,” he said, pulling my hand across the table to place it on his belly. “Everything will be alright now,” he said and I nodded.

By the time we arrived back at our apartment, the events of the day had caught up with Spencer. He was exhausted, his feet swollen, and his belly massively rounded from the massive meal. The day had been long and full of emotions, and his body was feeling the strain. Once inside, Spencer let out a sigh of relief, rubbing his belly as he waddled over to the couch. He eased himself down, the cushions sinking under his weight, as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes and into something more comfortable,” I suggested, already loosening the tie around his neck.

“Please,” he sighed as I helped him take the pants and shirt off, careful not to put any strain on his overworked belly. “I’m ready to collapse.”

I sat beside him, my hands immediately moving to his bare belly. “How are you feeling, husband?” I asked, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

“Repeat that word, please,” he said, sounding surprised.

“What? Husband? You’re my husband. Mine and only mine. My Mr. Richards. I told you I would claim you as mine,” I said, kissing his belly and then moving to kiss his softer pecs. “And I’m yours. Forever yours.”

“I can’t believe we did it,” Spencer murmured, his hands caressing my body as I covered his body with kisses. “I and I think you owe me something from earlier. Remember?”

I grinned and felt my dick hardening, so I removed my clothes in a blink. Spencer immediately removed his remaining clothes, entering into a horny mode that I loved. He was exhausted, but I knew my big guy wasn’t one to back from a good fuck. However, I wanted to do something different from what we had been doing lately. I continued kissing his pecs, teasing his nipples with my teeth and tongue because he had told me they were sensitive.

“So, now that we’re husbands. I guess we can fuck more often,” I playfully said, reaching below his belly to grab his dick, which was already hard. Then my hand moved to his bull balls to caress them. They felt so full.

“As many times as we want, husband,” Spencer said, grabbing my big, hard dick to stroke it. “We can try for more babies more often,” he said, and I chuckled.

“We can. But not in the same way you’re thinking,” I said, quickly moving to position myself on his lap, sitting right below his dick, with his big belly pushing against my abs. “What do you say if we put those big balls to good use and you try to put a few babies in me?” I said, winking at him, aware that it was impossible, but I knew he would love to play along.

Spencer immediately readjusted his heavy body on the couch, pushing his hips forward, giving me access to his hard dick.

“You’d look so cute with a big belly, so full of my babies,” he said, moving his hands to my hips to squeeze them hard.

I chuckled and lined his dick with my hole as I sat heavily on his lap, taking his dick in one move. “Then, go ahead, big guy. Go ahead and put some babies in me,” I said, leaning forward to kiss his belly while I started bouncing on his dick, making him moan. I caressed the side of his belly, feeling the babies moving while our eyes locked into each other’s. The world disappeared around us while I rode Spencer’s dick. Up and down, enjoying our first time together as husbands.

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breedable-heath · 2 months ago

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This is Dave. Dave’s hot young boyfriend put twins in him and now Dave is too big to successfully touch himself 😔 Hopefully Dave’s boyfriend gets home soon…

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1 reblog = 1 dollar towards getting Dave a long-handled vibrator

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breedable-heath · 3 months ago

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Half-Elf Pregnant with Magic

[Part one] PART TWO ⬇️

Heath is a trans male half-elf who is currently working for the Elf King by letting the Elf-wizard Glen store raw magic power in his womb. Being a half-elf, Heath's human blood disables him from using the magic in his body, so it is forced to stay confined in his womb.

The Elf-King pushes Glen to take Heath throughout his domain to collect the bicentennial magic tax. Every two hundred years the elf-king collects a tax on magic. Usually the magic is stored in swords, gems, wands, staffs, or crystals. Using a half-elf to store the magic was like having the ultimate anti-magic vault. In previous tax years, the donated magic items have not reacted well to being together, resulting in the magic escaping and fighting. Another collection year, the collector never made it back to the capitol and the magic items were never found again. But magic seeps through all that it can to return to its natural state.

Everything, that is, except for human blood.

Glen and Heath approach the elf city of Monteciil, a city central in the elflands. The city itself was built over a large sinkhole that revealed an underground lake. Heath heard the legends humankind tell about the underground lake water. Yet, he feared how it would be for him to climb the stairs on his way out.

Heath places his hands on his swollen ball belly, akin to the size of a 38 week pregnancy. He and Glen both watched the forest pass them by through the windows of a carriage.

The feeling of pressure had finally subsided inside Heath’s belly. The last 2 times that Glen transferred magic inside him he noticed a rising feeling of pressure and weight. Like his body was starting to buckle from carrying so much magic.

The carriage strikes a root and the half elf and the elf bounce inside; the swollen one grips his stomach. The wizard asks with concerned eyebrows, “are you sure about this?”

“What other choice do I have?” Heath asks.

“I could write to him again.”

For a moment, Heath considers this. “It’s not painful. I’m uncomfortable, sure. But I don’t want to fail the elf-king on the basis of discomfort. That’s a generous offer.”

“Of course,” Glen smiles warmly and rests a hand on Heath’s knee.

Thankfully, there was an elevator that led down to Monteciil.

“We’re staying with the governor,” Glen informs Heath. This would be their third governor they met on this trip.

“So that’s why you bought me that new tunic,” Heath thinks to himself. Glen had paid to have the arms and hem adjusted, since the tunic was designed for a man far taller and larger than Heath.

The governor’s estate is grand and crafted masterfully. A young elf maiden wearing a blue veil led Heath to his room. She uses magic to carry his trunk into the room. Heath waddles around the room, noticing how sacred the high-ceiling bedroom feels with ancient carvings driven into the limestone. The first elf, Polinia, sitting under the first oak tree. There was incredible detail, down to the flowering tall grasses and the first butterfly and the first rabbit. All of them have names unknown to Heath.

Heath notices a peace of parchment on the table with elven script. “Excuse me, I can’t read this,” Heath holds up the note.

The elf maid in blue ignores him at first, and then takes a the parchment. She returns later with another one, this one written in man-tongue words with elf letters.

Welcome to Monteciil, Vault of the Elf-King, Heath son of Linda.

His lips breaks into a half smile as he read his human mother’s name. He misses his mother. Gods, if she could see him now pregnant with raw magic. He keeps reading the note:

Tomorrow at midday the silent sister will bring you and the Wizard Glen to the underground lake. After this you are permitted to stay as long as you need at his majesty the King’s discretion.

Heath had some time alone in his own chambers. He found the bath was still hot and he stepped inside the bath.

He hears the knock and the voice of the wizard. “I got some dinner for you from the chef. They really are feeding you the same dishes elves serve their expecting mothers.” Their voice echoes in the chamber. “Heath?”

“I’m in the bath!”

Glen walked through the guest chambers and into the bathing room. They set the plate down on Heath’s belly which would not stay underwater.

Heath blushed. “I’m bathing!”

“And I’ve seen you naked before.” Glen pulled up a chair, they grabbed a face cloth, and started on Heath’s back. “Heath, I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine, really. I’m uncomfortable and my back hurts and I have to go to the bathroom more often, but I can serve my king.” Heath’s tone was even and cold.

Glen gathered hot water in the face cloth and squeezed it out to let it run down his back. “I know you’re willing to continue but that wasn’t what I meant.” Glen was glad Heath couldn’t see their blush. “I mean that when elves store magic like you are it’s so that they can conceive a child.”

“I know that.”

“So when your body stores up this much magic, it would only be natural for … your libido to increase.” Gods, why was it so hard to talk to him?

Heath was silent for a time. “I can take care of my own needs, as of now.”

Glen’s face turned bright red. “OH. Uh, I mean like when elves have this much magic inside their womb they crave to be inseminated. And You can’t get pregnant or else the king will kill us both.”

“No creampies for me, then.” Heath leaned back in the tub and tilted his head for an upside down view of Glen. He passed his empty plate to the elf and stroked his bulbous belly. If he were pregnant, Glen would estimate that he was ready to birth twins.

Glen kissed Heath. They kissed him tenderly, savoring every point of contact. Glen’s soft hands framed Heath’s face. They glanced at his enormous belly, his out-ward pointing belly button, and the line forming down his torso. Heath did such a good job letting them fill him up with magic, pumping that wand inside him and only once being able to cum. Heath noticed Glen’s eyes wandering to his pussy. Slowly, he brought a hand to his clitoris and began to play with himself. He rose an eyebrow at Glen.

Glen moved next to the bathtub and rolled up their sleeve, dipping their arm into the water to touch Heath’s clitoris. He gasped suddenly. Glen quickly learned what maneuvers made the big bellied half-elf whimper and what made him moan. Their fingers increased with speed and intensity and Heath was moving in the tub quickly making the water lop over the edge. Heath’s head jerked from left to right. Glen, getting scared he would smack his head, grabbed Heath’s jaw with their free hand.

Glen watched Heath’s eyes widen, his mouth gape, and his sounds change into a series of moans. His belly bobbed when Heath tried to grind himself on their fingers.

Glen whispered “good boy,” despite their best judgement.

And Heath, laying exhausted in the bath tub, smiled.

#belly expansion #mpreg #mpreg story #male pregnancy #magic pregnancy #mpreg kink

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breedable-heath · 4 months ago

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A sci-fi space cross-species pregnancy where the poor fuck that’s pregnant with cephalopod twins and when the babies kick you can see the little tentacles press against his tummy and the two grow so big that he has to be suspended like the baron Harkonen from Dune

#mpreg #alien pregnancy #male pregnancy

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breedable-heath · 4 months ago

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Heath home alone

Heath is fucking pissed at you when you come home from a week-long work trip. Heath sounded tired and standoffish over the phone. At least four times he snapped “I’m fine” at you.

When you arrive through the door, you expect Heath to greet you, as is his custom. Instead he was getting out of the shower. His skin was red from the hot water, his eyes puffy. He had a wet towel on the floor beneath him. He was trying to get lotion out of the bottle by slamming it on the counter. His slams got loud and he glared daggers at you. When he stops he snarled, “you took all the fucking lotion,” with venom in his words.

You go through to find your travel bag of lotion. Yes, you had packed the whole 3 ounces of lotion in there. You overestimated on how much lotion you were going to need by a long shot. Heath snatches the full TSA friendly bottle of lotion from your hands. He looks at his own reflection as he begins to apply lotion to his arms, and then his belly.

Lotioning his belly is usually your job. You like feeling your baby stir inside him. You liked noticing the slight changes in his size. The way his belly button was slowly forced out. While you were gone Heath’s belly button completely inverted. Heath’s soft and muscular hands run over his swollen belly button. You notice also Heath’s nipples erect as he puts lotion over them.

Heath glares at you. You notice his ankles are incredibly swollen and red, partially inflamed by the shower. Without saying much, you go to the kitchen while he gets himself ready for bed. You make him tea and prepare a snack by throwing some orange slices and dark chocolate chips.

You set down the plate and the tea silently on the nightstand. Heath is laying upright in bed with a book resting on his massive belly. His eyes don’t move from the page. Not until you start massaging his ankles with that weird tree oil with the strong smell. His eyes soften from over his book.

“The tea and the treat is for you.”

Heath glances over and silently snacks and drinks tea.

You massage his ankles until Heath finishes his snack and tea. Then you pick up the dishes and bring your pregnant man a glass of water and his nighttime medications.

At this point Heath starts crying. “Why are you so nice to me? I was so mean to you.”

“Because you haven’t had anyone to rub your feet,” you say, “or remind you to drink water and eat food for the last week. You did all the chores, and you hung up decorations in the baby’s room. I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there for you. I begged Mr. Grey to let me stay home and call in.”

Heath is crying and sniffling. You hand him a tissue and he blows a fat one in there. Heath’s belly squeezes inward briefly and his pajama shirt rides up by an inch at the same time.

God, this man is a mess. He’s tired and lonely and probably a little horny too since it’s Heath. As soon as Heath calmed down you went down on him and sucked his little penis until he begged for cock with a sorry look on his face.

“I bet you forgot to do this, huh?”

“I tried,” he explains he lubes up your woody, “I can’t reach. And I was so fucking tired, I didn’t have the energy to keep going.” His fingers gently and slowly go over your most tender spot and applies a firm amount of pressure that forces you to moan. “I’m lucky I can still put the vibrator down there and wait until I cum.”

You take your hard cock from him and slowly put it in your lover’s pussy. Heath gently sways his hips deeper into you. Usually Heath came with some form of stimulation on his thick bottom growth. You plan on eventually finishing him off with your fingers, but only after reminding him how his belly became this swollen. The very act that brought all this misery on Heath.

You come first, burying your seed deep since Heath’s right-gripped pussy. Heath feels you slowly fill him. His eyes meet you in a breath of vulnerability and gratitude.

Right as you start to soften, Heath’s pussy rolls on your cock. His eyes roll back, his mouth open and letting loose a half-moan, half-cry type of wailing.

After, you help walk Heath to the bathroom for that after - sex pee. You both notice how your load didn’t come out. You stick a finger in Heath, just to be sure it’s still there. You can feel his insides warm, stretched, and relaxed and filled to the brim with your warm thick milk.

#mpreg #mpreg story #male pregnancy #mpreg kink #preggo kink

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breedable-heath · 4 months ago

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Going to sleep with a flat tummy and then waking up the next day with a 3 month bump, no explanation or anything.

Naturally no assumptions are made that you are pregnant, probably just bloating…

Then you try and move, and you can feel them. The round shapes in your gut, you are full to the brim with eggs…

No surely not that’s madness…just try and ignore it…I’m sure it will go down on its own…

I don’t have very good health insurance so I want to try everything before I go see a doctor. I try laxatives, hoping I’m just all backed up. I go to work and try my best to hide it, blaming it on the bloating. I can feel them clinking around inside me every time I sit or stand. With many trips to the bathroom, I convince my boss I ate something strange and will have to stay home tomorrow. Hopefully a day of rest will sort everything out.

I wake up the next morning with a 6 month bump and I’m practically starving. I ate everything in my fridge by noon, and I ordered take out two more times. Something is definitely wrong here. I make a doctor’s appointment for the following day.

The next day I noticed my belly button pointed outwards. My skin had thinned, and I can see the faint outline of what I assume are eggs. None of my clothes fit, so I had to put on my biggest sweatshirt. Still my underbelly peaked through. Each step I take the wiggle inside me. Getting ready to go was difficult. Putting in my shoes takes five full minutes. I have to back up my car seat before climbing in the car. My seatbelt clicks and gets stuck while I put it on. During my drive to the doctor, I feel incredibly restricted by my seat belt. Every time I drive over a speed bump I moan. I waddled in to the office. When I sit in the waiting room it’s impossible to keep my knees together, my belly dipping down and spreading my legs apart. When I tell her that I feel hungry, tired, sore, uncomfortable, and strangely horny. She orders an Ultra Sound.

Then we all see the eggs inside me. Each with a small alien creature inside. The tech counted 12. More than the other victims.

Wait, there are other victims?

Two men in black suits wearing earpieces and sunglasses take me to a compound with the other victims of alien abduction.

They give me a hospital bed and serve me a meal for ten people. The government doctor informed me I would survive the ordeal. The aliens inside me will be apprehended once they leave my body. It’s too risky to cut them out. The eggs each have individual umbilical cords attached to several oversized placentas in my swollen intestinal tract.

Firstly, I had to consume a shit ton of calories or the eggs would cause me to starve. Then when they are ready, I would have to shit them out.

They begin birth training that day by stretching my anus. But three fingers make me cum too easily. The nurses keep practicing with me, every hour on the hour until I cum.

On my fourth day carrying alien eggs my belly is twice my size. Beyond any pregnancy I’ve seen. I can’t move much from the hospital bed. I have to buzz for assistance every time I use the bathroom. A two nurses helped guide me, both have one arm holding up my elbows and another arm holding some of my belly’s enormous weight. While I stuffed myself for breakfast I felt my tummy tightening and constricting, causing long periods of pain. Slowly, the eggs shifted lower and caused my hips to widen.

The labor takes 72 hours. I hardly sleep. Each egg widens my asshole 5 inches in diameter. Each time one passes my prostate I can’t help but cum. I paint my swollen belly white each time. It took 12 hours for the first egg to exit my asshole. 10 for the next. After the third egg, I passed a placenta. On average, it took me about 6 hours of labor for each egg. Each time I pushed out an egg, a government agent picked it up and placed it in a locked incubator.

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breedable-heath · 4 months ago

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Help me remember the name of this story because I think about it all the time.

In it, a spacer gets recruited by these insectoid aliens who make honey. They need to refine it and get the water out, and it turns out the human body is perfect for the job. They pump the honey into the human spacer’s butthole. Then they wait an hour while their intestinal tract absorbs out the water and other nutrients. Then they remove the refined honey and drain the human.

The human spacer gets super bloated and their tummy gets tight and round. After a few times they increased their capacity and can hold more. Then the spacer quits their job to do this full time.

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breedable-heath · 4 months ago

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I want to be so pregnant I can barely squeeze into my car. I want my belly pressed against the steering wheel even though I pushed the seat all the way back. I want the seat belt to snag and click on me because I have it stretched so far.

Maybe after getting dinner I have to strategically wiggle myself into the seat and suck my belly in, the steering wheel digging into my twins. As I turn the wheel it brushes against my swollen naval and it turns me on.

By the time I get home, I already have to pee again. Leaving the car takes a full two minutes, and I quickly waddle myself into a bathroom.

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breedable-heath · 5 months ago

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Mr. Blane's oversized pregnancy exposed

David Blane teaches high school English. He’s been planning to start a family for ten years. Knowing that his students would relentlessly make fun of him for being pregnant, he planned his pregnancy so his due date would land in August, and he would start the school year on paternity leave. That way his pregnant belly balloons during summer vacation when he doesn’t have to work.

Being hyperfertile, getting pregnant wasn’t the problem. In fact, his husband was able to bury twins deep into his womb.

Mr. Blane enjoyed his summer off keeping cool indoors where the shame of his massive belly won’t haunt him. His husband pampered him with ice cream, belly rubs, and plenty of good fucking.

Mr. Blane’s problem is that it’s Labor Day. School starts tomorrow, and he is 42 weeks pregnant with twins.

The first day of school has record-high temperatures, and the district hasn’t turned the AC on in their buildings yet. Mr. Blane has the windows open and three fans blowing. The burden of passing out classroom expectations and tactfully weaving his massive belly between desks leaves him with V-shaped sweat stains soaking through his polo.

He learns that lecturing for ten minutes while this pregnant leaves him breathless. Between classes he has to relieve himself since two babies press down on his bladder. He waddles slowly between the stinky mass of adolescents into the nearest staff bathroom. Every time he is late back to class because getting off the toilet takes a whole minute.

By seventh hour, Mr. Blane is sore, hot, aching, sweaty, and just plain miserable. The students are excited to go home by this time of day and are more energetic and outspoken while Mr. Blane is about to send someone to the office for clicking their pen.

“Damn, Mr. B, you put on weight over the summer. That’s a whole new type of beer belly.”

“Firstly, watch your language.” The student mutters an apology. “Secondly, I don’t want to talk about it during class time. We have a lot to get through today, and we’re already behind.”

“But it’s the first day of school,” a second student remarks.

Mr. Blane gets ready to explain the rigorous course structure that comes with reduces class times and more standards to teach, but instead he feels a dropping in his torso. His belly tightens and pain shoots through him.

“Holy shit, did you see that? His beer belly moved,” a student whispered to a friend. Mr. Blane’s eyes are closed so he can’t tell who said it and he can’t punish them.

Hands spread across his desk, three droplets of sweat fall down as he breaths deep. His stomach hangs incredibly low. Stretching like this he can feel cool air touching his lower belly. His shirt must’ve separated from his pants. He straightens himself up and pushes his shirt down. He doesn’t know that it slowly rides up anyways.

His students can see the dark line down the center of his rock-hard belly. They can see his naval poking through his polo. By god, it’s obvious now.

“There’s more to do this year than in previous years. There will be lots of homework. If you have a problem with it, take it up with the school board,” he explains while trying to maintain a steady breath.

“Back to our syllabus.” Mr. Blane tries to stand next to the board and point at all the highlighted parts of classroom expectations, but his back aches so terribly. Several times he had to remove his hand from his back in an effort to look not pregnant. Finally, he decides to stop subjecting himself to suffering and Mr. Blane teaches the remainder of the class from his swivel chair because his back and feet hurt so badly. The students don’t mind and don’t ask why.

His belly hangs between his legs and he is forced to lean back in his chair. Mr. Blane is more baby than he is adult. He uses his feet to inch himself around the front of the classroom during their brief work time.

The bell rings for dismissal, and Mr. Blane shouts over their sudden chatter to turn in their writing samples on their way out. The class empties, and with fewer bodies in the room it feels more cool. Mr. Blane wheels his swivel chair in front of a fan and he slowly rubs his belly.

Another strike of pain hits him then, and he takes deep breaths. There’s a knock on the door. It is Mrs. Katy Sampson, his next door neighbor and the peer that is platonically dubbed his ‘work wife.’

“One of your kids dropped by and told me that you pissed yourself in the middle of class and kept teaching. He said he had ‘mad respect’ for you.”

“I didn’t piss myself,” David snaps. He just wants to be alone and deal in his quiet classroom.

“No, you didn’t,” she says as she calmly walks behind his desk to gather his bag. She opens her phone and sends a quick text. “Your water broke, David.”

“What?” He leans forward as if he’d be able to see his own crotch, but can’t. Instead he sends a hand down there and he feels the wetness in his pants.

Katy steps behind him and starts pushing the swivel chair. “I already texted your honey for you. He’s going to meet us at the hospital.” Her voice is calm and cool.

“Us?”

“You’re not driving.”

“Like hell I’m—” he’s cut off by another surge of pain. His hands grip his belly. His arms and legs are all coated in sweat. He groans in pain.

Katy pushes him down the hall while he works through the long contraction. “Eeeeexactly,” she says in a sing-song voice, “I’m driving.”

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breedable-heath · 5 months ago

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Half-Elf Pregnant with Magic

(part 1)

I like thinking about this world where elves require magic in order to breed but humans don’t. And half-elves exist but are very uncommon because humans have no connection to magic.

Elves can store magic in a womb-like organ. Grapefruit size belly is like a year of 1 elf storing all their magic everyday in that organ. After that, they only have to have sex to conceive. But elves can store more than just that amount of magic. They could waddle around looking pregnant carrying massive amounts of magic… that would be enough to level a city with a single fire ball, or enchant a legendary item.

I’m Heath, a ftm half elf in this world. Having a magics-womb I have the potential to carry magic in me, but being human I have no ability to sense magic, let alone use it. Well the elf-king recruits me out of the human realm for work. The elf world being by far more interesting and less plague-ridden than the dirty human world I currently live in, I accept.

The king needs me to act as a magic vault for his best wizard Glen, a sexy non-binary librarian elf with big naturals. They can only insert the magic in me with their wand, but luckily they have a cock-shaped wand to help ease the transition of magic.

During our travels, they fill me up at the end of the day with all their leftover magic by fucking me with their wand. Sometimes we find magical sources which they store inside me.

Progress was slow, until we started visiting the elf villages, which offer jewels with magic stored in them as a tax to their king.

After visiting the first village I really noticed my belly beginning to poke out. Glen gives it a pat and says, “if an elf came inside you, you’d probably have an elf-baby. You should avoid that or the King will kill you and your baby.”

“Noted,” I say.

After visiting the second village, I look pregnant. Looking male, most people assume I’ve had more beer and mead than I should. I can feel the magic roil within me, feeling it bump against my other organs like a baby would. I have to pee more frequently.

By the time we were halfway done collecting the magic tax on all the elves, I feel like I’m going to burst. My belly is massive and round. It starts at my sternum and ends at my bottom growth. Everywhere Glen and I go, I waddle from side to side. Moving had become exhausting, and slow, and I am never comfortable. Glen writes to His Majesty the King and requests we return early and make a second trip.

The king writes back no.

Glen does what they can to ease my burden; they buy a carriage and make the interior as comfortable as possible for me. They adjust my tunics and limit my interaction with the public as much as possible.

After a kidnap attempt to apprehend the astronomical amount of magic I carry, Glen hires mercenaries to help escort me. They refused to hire any cock-bearing elves in fear that I might get pregnant.

Glen slowly starts to obsess over me and my belly. I think at first it’s because they want the magic I carry, and all the power stored within me. But there’s something in their eyes when they’re pounding me with their dildo-shaped wand that tells me they enjoy filling me up with magic. After all, I usually do cum, and whimper while I hold my growing swollen belly. When I can, I hold my legs up for them.

After sun down every night I grow impossibly horny, and this routine where Glen fucks me becomes a necessity. They gladly service me below my massive belly where I cannot see. They suck on my little dick / big clit until I feel like I will burst. Then they pull out their wand. Sometimes, Glen puts a thick stopper in my asshole “to prevent slipping in the wrong hole.”

It makes the magic cock in me feel enormous. It reaches deep into me, pushing on that inner section hardly explored, and while stretching that side I feel a rush of power and liquid and force. I grip tightly around the cock, my body rolling back. Glen says, “good boy” after I come.

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