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Tired of carrying that huge pregnant belly

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A monument. A MONSTER massive belly

She has 37 weeks and 2 days pregnant with ONE baby (!!!)

Not AI, 100% Real - Episode 7

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waiting for you

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Get It Out

(Contains: major discomfort, overdue, big baby, supportive but horny husband)

I'm in my final days of growing the life you put in me 43 weeks ago. By now, there was no such thing as comfort. Everything hurt. My hips, my belly, my back, all of it. Each day I'm praying to god for consistent labor pains to take hold but they always taper off into nothing, and I'd cry every time I felt the contractions slipping away. The thought of being pregnant for one more day was pure torture. I couldn't take the constant pain and the pressure...

Oh the pressure. It drove me insane every day. The babe and my waters so deep that everything felt like it was in my ass, like I was a clogged pipe ready to burst from the pressure of the water flowing behind the big obstruction.

And I was so beyond pregnant that going out in public wasn't an option anymore what with the stares and whispers from strangers that you hated because you knew how self conscious I was about the size of my belly. Last time we went out was a week ago and I felt like an exotic animal on display. Many asked when our twins were due and their eyes went wide when we told them it was a single baby. You batted away weirdos who asked to feel my bulging stomach and caught one taking a video of me with his phone. You screamed and scared him into deleting the video before smashing his phone on the ground.

By now, I'm certain that if we went outside people would call an ambulance without even asking if I was in labor. On our last outing, we were asked multiple times if we needed a ride to the hospital, which I declined with growing annoyance each time. I just couldn't do it anymore. And even if I wanted to, the pelvic pain was too much for me to walk more than fifteen feet.

In fact, there were many things that your cumbersome load made severely uncomfortable. I couldn't sit, couldn't stand, couldn't lay down, couldn't do anything with the head of your fat baby nested deep down on my screaming cervix. It was so low, I'd reach down every now and again expecting to feel the bulge of the head as it sat there and felt nothing but my sensitive pussy. One time, I asked for your help to get out the tub and gasped shakily as I felt the head fall with gravity and the pressure went from 0 to 10 as the water was no longer keeping the full weight of the child off my hips. I screamed that it was coming out and when you reached down in panic, you didn't feel anything at all even though I felt like the head was close to dangling between my legs.

My waters were the verge of bursting. The leakage started a week ago. What was once tiny droplets here and there evolved into small trickles that filled pads and wet my pants. Your cock would weep at the sight of those dark blotches on the sweatpants I'd stolen from you, as mine were now too small and uncomfortable to wear. I had a towel with me and set it down wherever I decided to settle in order to soak up any fluid that spilled from my opening. My sack was fighting –and losing– tooth and nail to hold together.

You wanted to see just how big I could get knowing this is the largest I'll ever be with a single babe, so sex was limited to me jerking and sucking you off so I wouldn't pop on your huge dick. I'd reached a rare stage of post-term pregnancy, and you devoured every second of it. Seeing the way you burdened me to the point of constant pain and discomfort turned you on. You'd develop a tent in your pants every time I'd cry and shout when lightning bolts of pain shot from my weakening cervix through the rest of my belly. Sometimes it would be followed by a contraction that made the mound go square. They were the worst and increased in frequency day after day. I'd stop whatever I was doing, clutch my belly, and breathe deep. There were times when the pain would peak and it was so intense that I couldn't help but grunt and holler. If anyone else heard me they'd probably think I was laboring hard. You'd jerk yourself off while I waited for the pain to pass with wet, exhausted eyes begging you to DO something.

Today, you could tell it was time. While I wasn't in full blown labor, I was past my limit and far too pregnant to move at all. It felt as if my pelvis would snap in half if I did. The head was so low and pressing so hard on my cervix that I'd feel a spontaneous urge to push with the Braxton Hicks that took hold. I knew I shouldn't push outside of labor but it felt so good when I did. Too good. Those tiny pushes were the only source of relief I could currently find, as you rubbing my back and belly did nothing to ease the pains now.

I'd only slept for a few hours in the past three days and couldn't keep anything down besides water and juice. Any food I ate came back up when a contraction hit. I looked like a zombie and you knew I needed to drop soon or I wouldn't have the strength to push the baby out. Letting me go any further felt cruel even though you were confident that I'd have the baby on my own if not tonight then definitely in the morning. Then again, you thought the same every day since I hit 41 weeks. Every day you'd see my plight and think 'this is it' but labor never came.

And here I was in our bed with a big absorbent mat under my ass that was slightly damp with the waters that were fit to gush out of me at any given moment. I sobbed hard as I had been struggling so bad with the baby since this morning. I only wore one of your giant t-shirts. My pussy was fully exposed as I pulled my leg up with a hand behind my knee.

This had to be the hardest you'd ever been. You made contact with my exhausted, pained eyes as I sobbed, unable to go any further. I didn't need to beg for you to know exactly what I was asking you to do but I did anyway.

"Get it out." My voice shook and cracked as you walked slowly to my side of the bed, taking in the sight of me, thinking about how this was the most beautiful you'd seen me since our wedding day.

"I need it out. Please." I cried as you dropped your pants and crawled over to me. Your cock was heavy and hot as you watched a small gush of fluid escape my opening. While it wasn't extremely obvious, you noticed the way my pussy bulged out around what you assumed was the head. Anybody else probably wouldn't notice, but you'd seen me enough times to know it looked a bit bigger than usual.

Yeah. It's time. You thought as you lined yourself up with my opening. I didn't want this. I was in enough pain without you rocking my body and slamming into my hips, but I needed it. I needed you inside me now more than ever before and you were beyond happy to help. And I needed to feel something other than the struggle your baby was putting me through. I was so lost in my own despair that I didn't realise you were on top of me until you began to kiss and suck my neck.

"Oh, baby boy," you whispered in that heavy southern drawl that made me weak in the knees and was part of the reason why I was so painfully knocked up, "You wanna give birth for me?"

A large, warm thumb pressed against my enlarged, swollen clit and rubbed in slow circles. I gasped loud as a shockwave of pleasure ran through my entire body while you continued to whisper in my ear between kisses. "You gonna push for me, papa?"

Your cock was now putting pressure against my opening and you could see how hungry I was for it. Even though I was positive I'd pop with clit stimulation alone, I craved the feeling of you filling my hole and stretching me with your girth. You chuckled as I tried to shift myself down but the baby was too fat and low for me to do much. You pushed inside my opening that was slick with birth fluids and my own arousal. To your surprise, I reached behind your neck and yanked you down for the most passionate kiss we'd had since the baby was made.

A contraction was what broke it. I threw my head back on my pillow and moaned as you breathed away the urge to pound me fast and hard as my pussy clenched tight around your thick cock. You started with slow thrusts and grunted with each one as you got a rhythm going. Your thumb pressed harder on my clit and I stared at you with more love and admiration than you'd ever seen before. You smiled and leaned in for one more kiss before sitting up again.

"Let's get that baby out."

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No one would refuse a pregnant man who is doing housework for you with a big belly

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Sam Cushing

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Pregnant gym bro

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Full Capacity (3/5)

A/N: It's an mpreg birth story of a cute 5'6 mukbanger and champion eater twink who is pregnant with his 6'5 champion weight lifter and bodybuilder husband. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

Full Capacity (1/5) Full Capacity (2/5)

Story: Leon loved Junho’s body most when it was swollen, overstretched, and trembling. At night, he would straddle behind him on the bed, massaging oil into the tight skin of his belly, which rose like a mountain in front of him.

Junho moaned softly as Leon’s thumbs dug around the ridge of his pelvis.

“Oooh—unghh—nghh… you’re rubbing the nerves…”

“That’s where his head is,” Leon murmured, kissing his shoulder. “Big, huh?”

Junho swallowed hard. “H-He’s huge. I can’t… I can’t even close my legs anymore…”

Leon’s hand slid down to Junho’s thighs and pulled them gently apart. “Then stay open for him. You’re almost there.”

Labor started like a betrayal during a livestream.

It was early morning. Junho was mid-bite during a pancake livestream when his entire belly tensed rock-hard.

"Ah— shit," he breathed, curling slightly. The pressure rolled low in his pelvis and then faded.

Chat exploded. Did your water just break?

Junho grimaced. "No... just a cramp. I think."

But then it happened again.

He was halfway through a spicy ramen tower when his body suddenly locked up.

The fork dropped. A loud gasp escaped his lips. He clutched under his belly.

“O-oh god—AHH—nnngghhh!”

His back arched.

Viewers saw it immediately — his stomach tightening into a solid, high mound.

‘WAIT IS THAT A CONTRACTION?’

‘HIS BELLY OMGGGG’

IS HE IN LABOR ON STREAM??’

Junho grunted, face contorting. He panted into the camera, hand gripping the table.

“Fffffuck… t-too early—ahh—nghhh—he’s coming…”

Leon rushed in from the bedroom. "It’s time?" One look at Junho’s expression was enough. Leon appeared within seconds, his hands instantly on Junho’s belly. “That was a real one?”

Junho nodded, face tight. "I think it’s starting." He could barely speak. “Y-yeah—oohhhh—t-too strong—fuck—”

His moans turned into a scream as the next wave came faster, lower.

“AAHHHHHH—! H-HAAH—G-GHHHH—!”

They had a plan: home labor, livestreamed, fully natural. The baby was big — they knew that — but Junho had trained his body relentlessly.

He got on all fours, swaying slowly.

Leon turned on the second camera. "You sure you want this recorded?"

Junho looked up through sweat-damp bangs. "This is the finale. Let them see everything."

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“UhhhhhHHHhhhhh… fuckfuckfuck—”

Leon massaged his lower back, voice calm. “You’re doing amazing, babe.”

Junho collapsed to his knees, crawling, hips twitching.

“Ghhhhh—he’s s-sinking—he’s sinking so low—!”

The baby was enormous, and Junho's hips were fighting to spread. With each contraction, his moans grew more ragged. More primal.

“UNNGHH—AHHH—AHHHH—nnnnghhhhh!”

Junho had been contracting for hours. Leon never left his side.

Junho spent the early hours walking.

No—waddling.

His body moved slowly through the living room, bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floor. He wore nothing but a pair of stretched-out briefs. His belly, massive and veined, hung impossibly low—shone with oil under the warm lights. Each step made it sway with weight, forcing his legs wide around it.

“Ughhh… nnghh… so heavy… c-can’t lift my feet…” he murmured. One hand braced his back, the other supported under the overhanging belly.

Leon stayed a few steps behind, offering a hand when Junho needed to catch himself.

“Ghhh—Leon—it.. it’s coming—”

He doubled over suddenly as a strong contraction gripped his abdomen. His back arched as he braced against the wall.

“AHHHH—F-FUCK! Nnnghhh… it’s s-so tight—he’s pushing—”

Leon stepped up, both hands on his belly, supporting it. “Breathe. You’re doing good. Let it ride.”

“NNNGHHH—AHHHH—L-Leon—!”

His knees buckled. His belly dropped further. A loud groan tore from his throat.

“FUCK—h-he’s punching my cervix—I s-swear—I can feel his head grinding in—!”

Leon caught him, holding the underside of the belly with both arms.

“Breathe. Stay open.”

Junho sobbed into his shoulder by the time it passed. “It hurts… it f-fucking hurts…” His legs trembled beneath him.

“I c-can’t even walk straight,” he whimpered. “He’s dragging down…”

“You’re loosening,” Leon whispered. “You’re opening up.”

He kept walking, Leon followed closely.

Junho stopped by the bathroom door, one hand trembling as he leaned into the frame. His back bowed under a sudden wave of pressure. “HHNNGG—OH FUCK—L-Leon—he’s bearing down—!” Leon rushed behind him, arms under his belly to lift the weight off. “Breathe through it—let it work you.” Junho gasped, moaned, pressed his forehead to the doorframe.

“AHHHHHH—nnhhh—nngghhh—L-Leon—his h-head’s in my pelvis—I can’t—can’t hold him in—!” Leon wiped the sweat from his face. “Let it stretch you. Let it crack you open.” “I-it’s so low—he’s dragging my spine with him—I can’t walk—I feel like I’m gonna drop him on the floor—!”

Leon guided Junho slowly to the workout mat near the living room couch. Junho was panting already, cheeks flushed, whole body sweating.

“Deep squat. We practiced this.”

“I c-can’t go low—he’s TOO low already—Leon, please—!”

“You have to. You want to birth him here? You’ve got to make room.”

Junho stood with his legs wide, trembling. He slowly lowered himself, inch by inch.

“Ghhhhh—aaAAHHH—s-shit—he’s r-ripping into my pelvis—!”

The full weight of the baby settled directly into his pelvis. Junho trembled violently. His thighs burned. “Push your hips forward,” Leon instructed. “Hold.” “Uuuuughhhhh—nnnNNGH!—he’s jamming into my bones—I can’t—he’s f-fucking stuck in my hips—!”

He dropped too fast. The weight of the baby slammed down into his hips, and he screamed.

“AAAHHHH—NGHHHHH—it’s STRETCHING—TOO MUCH—!!”

Leon knelt behind him, supporting him under the arms.

“Stay there. Let gravity do the work.”

Junho shook as he sank down, a deep groan ripping from his throat.

“Nnnghh—my hips—f-fuck—it’s like something’s prying them apart—!”

“Good. That’s exactly what we want.”

He held the squat through the next contraction.

“AHHHHH! NnnnghhHH—he’s pushing down so hard—!”

He tried to rise. Couldn’t. Leon caught him, steadying him in place. “Stay low. Let your hole learn the pressure. Let it burn.”

Leon still behind him, one hand on his chest, the other on his belly.

“Ride it. Let it open you. Don’t fight it.”

Junho sobbed aloud. “I—I feel like I’m splitting open—nnnnghh—”

When it passed, he collapsed forward into Leon’s arms, breathing hard.

Junho sobbed, body quaking. “I-I c-can’t! I c-can’t hold it—h-he’s gonna come out—!”

“Not yet. Not till your body gives in.”

Another contraction slammed into him. His back arched, belly pulsing.

“NNNGHHH—AAAAHHHH—OH GOD—OH FUCK—I CAN’T DO THIS—!!”

His thighs were shaking violently. His breath broke into desperate gasps. Fluid was starting to leak into his underwear. Junho’s head lolled forward, drool slipping from his lips as he sobbed. “I’m not even pushing yet—why does it feel like I’m gonna split in two—?” “You are splitting. You’ve got to stretch enough to take that whole baby.” More reps followed. Each time Junho dropped down, he screamed louder. Moaned longer. “FUCK—FUCK—AAAAHHHHH—MY HOLE’S GOING TO SNAP—!” His briefs were soaked. His belly rippled with each wave of effort.

Leon helped him onto all fours. Junho’s belly dragged slightly on the mat, its size overwhelming his small frame. His briefs were soaked with sweat and fluid, the elastic digging under the curve of his belly. Leon rolled him into a deep side stretch next. Junho lay on his side, one leg lifted and pulled back, belly resting heavily against the floor mat. “Feel the pressure in your hips?” Junho groaned. “He’s spreading me—I c-can’t even move my legs—”

He moved Junho into cat-cow next, all fours, back arching and releasing.

“B-back stretch—aaahhh god, no—Leon—I c-can’t arch, I can’t—I’m tearing open—!”

“Hold it. Pull your belly up and in. Make space.”

Junho was screaming openly now, sweat streaming down his chest, belly swinging low. “Nnnnghh—nnggh—ugghhh—f-fuck it hurts—he’s dragging everything down with him—!”

Junho’s scream echoed in the room as he forced his back into a low arch.

“UUUGHHHHHH—NNNNNGHHHH—HE’S COMING—HE’S COMING—!”

“Not yet. Let the pain guide you.”

He shifted into child’s pose, forehead to the mat, belly crushed between his knees. The pressure spiked.

“FUCK—AAAHHHH—I CAN’T—TOO MUCH—AAHHHHH!”

And that’s when it truly hit. One massive contraction that made his entire body seize. Junho’s face hit the mat. Both arms flailed. His hole pulsed violently, fluid gushing into his briefs. “AAHHHHHHHHHH—NNNGHHHH—LEON I’M TEARING—AAAHHH—HE’S PUSHING—HE’S COMING—!”

His briefs fully soaked, inner thighs slick, hole twitching under the pressure. Leon held him from behind, hands warm and strong across the curve of his spine.

“You’re doing it. Your body’s opening. He’s moving lower.”

“I CAN’T! I’M GONNA DROP HIM—I FEEL HIM RIGHT THERE—” “Then let him ride your hips a bit longer. Train your body for the push.”

Junho sobbed, pressed flat against the floor. Another contraction began. And he screamed into it with everything he had. The entire day passed like that—slow walks, deep squats, and painful stretching between waves of pressure that only grew more unbearable.

to be continued....

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