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Uff it’s happening again

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Due Date Detention (2/2)

A/N: It's an mpreg birth story about a teenage boy, going into labor while he is in detention. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

In this ending, Calder will help Eli, while he pushes out the baby. There's an alternate ending, where Eli has to birth alone and Calder refuses to help.

Due Date Detention (1/2)

Due Date Detention (2/2) - alternate ending : birthing the baby alone, Calder won't help.

Story:

Eli didn’t move.

He couldn’t.

He sat frozen in the puddle of warmth that now soaked through the chair and darkened the inner seams of his uniform trousers. The spreading wetness clung to his thighs. His hands trembled on the edge of the desk, his breath coming out in shallow, broken gasps.

Mr. Calder’s footsteps echoed on the tile.

The teacher stopped beside him.

“What did you do?” His voice was flat.

Eli stared straight ahead, teeth clenched. His throat burned.

“I—I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You wet yourself?”

A tear spilled down Eli’s cheek before he could stop it.

“It’s not that,” he choked.

His belly contracted again — sharply, deeply — and his hands flew to it. His fingers dug through his blazer into the hard, taut surface of his swollen stomach. A low whimper escaped his throat.

“Oh my god…” Calder breathed.

And then, for a horrible moment, there was silence.

No denial.

No lie left to tell.

“You’re pregnant.”

Eli didn’t answer.

The contraction crested. A long, deep, powerful one that stole his breath and made his hips jerk in the seat. He bent forward, arms over his belly, legs shaking beneath the desk.

He couldn’t hide it anymore.

His face twisted, his eyes squeezed shut, and a groan tore from his chest — helpless, strained, muffled against his sleeve.

“Are you… are you going into labor?” Calder asked, his voice low now. Tense.

Eli only nodded, a tiny, panicked gesture. “It’s coming,” he breathed, shaking. “It’s really—oh god—it’s coming…”

Mr. Calder backed away a step. His face had gone pale.

“We need to call someone.”

“No,” Eli said instantly, panic rising like vomit in his throat. “No. Please. You can’t tell anyone, please—just let me finish—just let me get through it—”

“You’re having a baby in my classroom.”

“I know!” Eli sobbed, folding over as another wave surged down through his belly. “I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“You’ve been pregnant this whole semester?”

“I didn’t want anyone to know,” he gasped. “I just wanted to graduate—please, I only have one more week, I just—”

Calder turned away, one hand running through his hair, the other hovering like he was trying to catch reality as it spun away from him.

Eli felt something drop. A shift.

He gasped sharply and grabbed between his legs.

There was pressure. Heavy and low. The baby was descending fast.

His hole was opening.

His pants—still soaked from the water breaking—were pulling tighter against his belly. He tried to shift, tried to relieve the pressure between his legs, but there was no way to move that helped.

He moaned again, longer this time, hands trembling against the desk.

“It’s—nnngh—coming down,” he cried, rocking his hips. “Oh my god—it’s coming down, I can feel it—I can’t stop it—”

Calder turned back to him, wide-eyed. “What do I do? Do I—do we call an ambulance?”

“No ambulance,” Eli snapped, voice high and tight with effort. “No one can know—I’ll get expelled, I’ll lose everything—please—just help me through it—just help me—”

“You’re not going to make it out of this room, are you….”

Another contraction hit — worse than before. It started in his back and slammed through his core like a cannon. His body pushed involuntarily. His stomach heaved, his thighs spread slightly, and a low, guttural groan slipped from his mouth before he could stop it.

“I—I think I’m pushing,” he whispered, horrified. “Oh god—I’m pushing, I can’t stop—!”

He clamped his thighs together, trying desperately to fight the urge. But it kept coming — a deep, burning instinct to bear down, to open, to push the baby out.

Mr. Calder looked like he wanted to run, but instead he reached for the classroom door and locked it.

Then he came back.

And knelt.

In front of Eli.

“I don’t know how to deliver a baby,” he said shakily. “But I’m not going to let you do this alone.”

Eli sobbed in relief.

“I’m scared,” he whispered, rocking. “It hurts so bad. It’s not stopping. I need—I need to take these off—my pants—they’re too tight, I can’t—!”

Mr. Calder hesitated only a moment, then nodded.

Eli unbuttoned the top of his uniform pants with shaking hands, gasping as the tight fabric finally loosened over the swell of his belly. Calder helped ease the zipper down.

But they were too soaked, too stuck to his thighs, and Eli couldn’t even lift his hips properly. The contractions were too strong, coming back-to-back now. He hissed, bent double over the desk, hands trembling as he braced for the next wave.

His pants clung to his skin. Still on. Still wrapped around him as the baby shoved deeper.

“I can feel it,” he gasped. “I can feel it between my legs—oh my god—it's so low—please, it’s coming, it’s coming—!”

His whole body clenched.

And suddenly, he pushed.

His mouth opened in a scream.

The first real one.

Loud. Raw. Echoing against the tile and wood.

The pressure between his legs exploded downward. He felt his body stretching, widening, the baby forcing itself against the barrier of his pants, straining to be born.

“I can’t—nnnNNGH!—I can’t do this—!”

“Yes, you can!” Calder shouted, caught in a panic now too. “You have to! Eli, breathe—breathe and push—!”

“I am pushing!!” he screamed, gripping the desk with white knuckles. “I’m trying—I can’t stop—AAAGHH—!”

His face was soaked with sweat and tears. His hair stuck to his forehead. The back of his shirt was drenched. He cried out again, the sound long and hoarse and cracked.

The baby was crowning.

He could feel it — the tight burn at the opening, the stretching skin, the slick pressure of a head trying to force its way out.

But his pants were still on.

The uniform trousers bulged outward visibly, damp and strained at the crotch. Calder’s hands hovered like he wanted to help but had no idea how.

“Cut them,” Eli gasped. “Please—get scissors—cut them off—I can’t—I can’t give birth in my pants—!”

Calder bolted to the desk, grabbed the large art shears from the drawer, and knelt again.

The first rip of fabric came like a breath of freedom.

Cold air hit Eli’s thighs.

And then another contraction grabbed him hard — and he pushed again.

This time it was primal. Loud. A sound of pure desperation.

“AaaaAAAAGHHH! F-F-FUCK, IT’S COMING OUT—!!”

He threw his head back, body rigid.

His pants were split down the middle now. Calder had peeled the soaked fabric back as best he could, revealing his trembling opening and the dark, bulging crown of the baby just beginning to show.

“Oh my god,” Calder whispered. “It’s right there. It’s coming.”

“I know it is!!” Eli shrieked, sweat flying from his chin as he bore down. “Help me—oh god, help me—I can’t—I can’t—!”

“You are. Just one more push, Eli. You can do this.”

Eli sobbed. His hands gripped the desk like it was the only thing anchoring him to earth. He inhaled sharply, trembling all over.

And then he pushed with everything he had.

His body arched. His thighs spread wide, bare now, trembling uncontrollably. A scream tore from his throat, higher and rougher than anything before.

The baby’s head emerged.

The pressure shifted. He gasped for air, chest heaving.

Calder fumbled forward, hands beneath his hole.

“You did it. Head’s out,” Calder said, breathless. “You’re almost done, just one more—”

“NO!” Eli cried, voice breaking. “No more—I can’t—I can’t push again—!!”

“You have to! Eli, listen to me, the shoulders are next! Just push—one more, one more—”

Eli sobbed, shoulders hunched, shaking with effort.

Then he screamed again and pushed.

The baby slid free.

Wet. Heavy. Real.

Eli collapsed back in the chair, body limp. Trembling. His chest heaved. His vision swam.

And then—softly—he heard it.

A cry.

A newborn’s tiny wail.

Calder caught the baby in his arms, staring at the slick, squirming bundle with a kind of stunned horror and awe.

“You… did it,” he said faintly.

Eli didn’t move. He couldn’t.

He sat, pantless, legs spread, a bloody mess in the old wooden chair. His blazer was half off his shoulder, his shirt soaked through. His belly still ached, empty now but aching, burning.

Tears rolled down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Calder looked at him.

“No,” he said. “You don’t have to be.”

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Ugh where are the drugs… fucking should have gone to the hospital.

I always make bad decisions.

First it was having a girlfriend. She was a total cunt! Controlling, possessive, obsessive, I needed some freedom.

Then it come to that damn night out that had that gloryhole…I shouldn’t have sucked that cock. It was thrilling. And I enjoyed it. Just a gateway drug.

Next was the gay sauna. Why would I want to try that? Why did I want something in my ass?

And who is stupid enough not to use a condom?!

But major funny because my possible girlfriend didn’t expect any of it. She watched. She saw me expand. She denied it more than I did. By the time I realised I was done and I just jacked off to gay porn and invited guys over, cum dripping out of me, no sex with her. She still didn’t click…

I was, heavily fucking pregnant and she didn’t even care…

So I decided to do a home birth. How could you ignore that. So I got a birthing pool and it all began…ugh the fucking regrets. So hot though. Dumb ass bitch. Can guarantee I’ll be doing this again.

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📣The Signal — It Begins with a Shiver

Final hours. Deep connection. Male pregnancy / mpreg lore. Touch becomes trigger. 💗 Like / 🔁 Reblog to honor the intimacy 📩 Uncensored → DM

He had stopped timing the kicks hours ago. They were too frequent now, too deliberate. Like a conversation inside his belly he wasn’t leading anymore.

The apartment was quiet, except for the soft creak of the wooden floor under their feet. He stood there, full and bare, one arm protectively over the taut dome of his belly. The other rested at his side, fingers twitching with nerves.

His partner stepped closer and reached down, cupping him gently. "You’re tense," he murmured.

"I think it’s close," the pregnant man whispered, voice low. "I feel… full. But not just belly-full. It’s like something’s pushing down."

Then came the moment — a slow, involuntary pulse from deep inside him. His thighs trembled. His hips gave a subtle jerk forward. And from the tip of his member, something wet slipped free — thick, hot, and unprovoked.

Their eyes met.

"You didn’t even touch yourself," the partner said, stunned but calm.

"I didn’t have to." He swallowed. "It always starts like this, remember? Just before... the waters."

Silence. The tension broke only with a small gasp as another movement shifted the belly — low and heavy now, like it had dropped in seconds.

He gripped his partner’s wrist tightly. "Don’t leave. Stay right here. I want you to feel it… when it happens."

His belly jutted out obscenely, the skin stretched tight, flushed, and veined from the inside out. The linea nigra ran high and dark, bisecting his overripe body. Each breath made the whole orb rise and fall, glistening in the dim room light. At 40+3, his body was over capacity. The uterus had expanded beyond textbook proportions. Pelvis softened. Lower back curved forward unnaturally. He had stopped shaving weeks ago — too much effort, too much weight. Now he just stood there: a monument of male fertility pushed to its edge. Then it happened. A spasm — sharp, internal, involuntary. No friction. No fantasy. His penis pulsed once and released a rope of slick fluid. A bead of milky pre-ejaculate clung to the slit, thickened with mucosal secretions. His partner was already kneeling. “That's it,” he murmured, stroking the trembling thigh. “The reflex. It’s triggered.” From the inside, the cervix had begun softening hours ago — now fully effaced. The baby shifted low. A second spasm hit. His belly lurched slightly, and a deep groan escaped him. The perineum twitched. The first contraction surged, low and grinding — like the earth moving beneath muscle and bone. The body obeyed its design. Nature taking back control. “Stay right there,” he gasped. “I want you to feel the moment the waters break.” The hand never left him. Neither did the tremble in his legs. The next hour wouldn’t be gentle. It would be real.

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Stolen Womb pt 2

CNC sex and stuff

Month 2

Jaden stumbled out of his bathroom, the taste of bile still in his mouth, an event that had been happening at least once a week for the past month. He was still in denial about being pregnant, the reality ebbing upon him more and more every day.

He noticed his dick was hard, again. Whatever was going on inside him had been driving him crazy; sometimes he was crazy horny, sometimes he was crazy sad, sometimes he lived in pure bliss. He grabbed it and started jerking, wishing Manti was there to do it for him. They hadn’t done anything other than that since they met that robber.

That robber…

Jaden found himself spreading his legs, bringing them up to his shoulders, and playing with his tight boy pussy. All he could think about when it came to sex was a dick that big, and truth be told he didn’t think Manti’s would cut it anymore.

“Ngghhh!” Jaden let a load out onto his stomach, noticing how it no longer ran through the rivers of his once defined abs. He just told himself he’d let himself go in the off season. He felt himself getting tired again, something else that had been happening lately, and assumed it was because he’d been throwing up a lot, so he went to bed. Everything that’s happening is normal, right?

Month 3

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to be a burden.” The test was positive, and it was just too much for Jaden’s parents. They’d given him a suitcase and told him to ‘get gone’, and now he was crying in Manti’s arms, growing a child he hoped was his. They planned not to tell his parents, hoping they would think, oh they’re just having an extended sleepover of sorts. Luckily, when it began they were going on one of their extended business trips.

Things heated up the third night; Manti had been too nervous to even touch Jaden, and unfortunately for both of them, being touched had become all he could think about.

Jaden woke up to soft hands caressing him, and kisses on the back of the neck. He let it happen because he thought it was Manti, but he instantly knew what was happening when he realized how big what was inside of him felt. No… it can’t be, then, he noticed the rhythmically rising and falling of Manti’s chest as he breathed in front of him, I should say something. He felt hands on his stomach, and while he knew his bump was barely even a lump, he began sweating. What if he noticed? What if his dick didn’t bulge through as much and he got suspicious? Not much room was taken up inside him by the kid yet, but it wouldn’t be long. Jaden tried to stifle his moans, but he couldn’t help but left a sharp one slip out, and a hand instantly closed over his mouth, gently still, but sudden. The lips on his neck picked up in vigor, as did the strangers thrusts.

He didn’t even try to resist, he needed this. They didn’t want to risk switching positions, an unconscious desire they could feel through their bond, but this time was even more exhilarating; Deon came twice inside Jaden, a pleasant surprise considering that his reasons for worry were mostly out the window. He had hoped that would be the end of it, that the breaker (which he had decided to call him instead of robber because he wasn’t robbing this time, and was breaking and entering into his hole and the house) would go, and he could go into the bathroom and bust a nut into the toilet, with Manti none the wiser. Alas, he kept going, and Jaden kept edging. Their time together was an hour and a half, and all Jaden could hope was that he meet someone with a dick as big as this another time. But, tonight being a night of surprises, he wasn’t done. The breaker stood up, then gently coerced Jaden onto his back, not that he wouldn’t protested. As gingerly as possible, got onto the bed in between Jaden’s legs. It only took a few minutes, but Jaden shot the biggest load he had ever shot into his mouth, and within seconds it was swallowed.

Getting up from the shuddering mess that was his baby daddy, Deon redressed. “Tell me where your phone is.” He whispered. The dick whipped boy pointed to the nightstand. Deon, the ever clever man, pointed the phone at Jaden’s face and it instantly unlocked. Jaden couldn’t even be bothered to care, he was sleeping for two now and he was tired.

Jaden woke in the morning, sore but ultimately fulfilled, to find some text messages. A dick pic, hole pic, and ab pic from a new contact: Baby Daddy Deon. It took a few moments, but it finally clicked in Jaden’s brain, and he knew that the breaker, Deon now, knew.

Month 5

“You won’t be mad if Manti comes to visit?” Jaden asked Deon as he tried to adjust to the glamorous room he had been given.

“I’d be shook, ain’t no way he wants to be around me. But hey, I gotta treat my baby daddy good.” Jaden chuckled thankfully. After their last encounter, Jaden told Deon everything. They spoke sparsely, but it was mostly dick pics from Deon, belly and hole pics from Jaden, and the occasionally update about the baby. He also made sure to tell Manti anything, and he wasn’t thrilled. Actually, he was mad. At Jaden, sure, but also at himself. He just wanted to make his boyfriend happy.

After living at Manti’s for a month, Jaden began to feel guilty. His parents had been so welcoming, and he still had his his secret. He knew he had to, but it weighed on him almost as much as the kid he was growing. He eventually realized his other option, but he held out for a few more weeks. After getting walked in on in the shower by Manti’s dad, he gave in, not because he was almost seen hard by his boyfriends father, but because he was almost seen with a now clear baby bump. So, he discussed it with Manti, got his blessing, and gave Deon a call.

He instantly welcomed Jaden with open arms. Manti dropped him off, leaving almost immediately to avoid the awkwardness of what was ensuing. Deon pulled Jaden into a kiss the second he arrived, then immediately dropped to his knees, feeling the tender edges of his belly and giving the bump a little smooch.

Deon lived a shockingly plush life that Jaden assumed was from his rather nefarious hobbies. He lived in an affluent suburb, had a rather large house, and a clean car. The master bedroom nearly mimicked the guest room that Jaden would be staying in; spacious, with an Alaskan king in each one, private bathrooms, heated floors, and walk in closets. The only difference was the bookshelves and chaise lounge in Deon’s room, but Jaden preferred to sleep alone. But, Deon insisted he not be alone his first night. Jaden knew that meant sex, but he wasn’t complaining by any means. His stomach had only just became big enough to be a slight nuisance, and he wanted to get in whatever he could before it became a true inconvenience.

The afternoon came and went, and Jaden found himself in bed, plush pillows behind his and Deon’s backs. He was enjoying the pleasant conversation, but he knew it would be coming. Deon put a hand on Jaden’s uncovered belly, then began kissing him. They had both already showered, with Deon in tight, revealing boxers and Jaden in a black thong. Deon slid both of their undergarments off and kneeled next to Jaden’s shoulder, proudly watching him suck his fat dick. Jaden jerked himself off, so impatient he almost came just while sucking off Deon, but he wanted to save it for the main course.

Deon, bored with the head that truly couldn’t take his size, put Jaden in the mating press that had actually mated him. “You ready baby?” Deon grinned, admiring how well he had trained him. Jaden nodded furiously, craving the feeling of a cock inside him. Unlike before, Deon inserted himself slowly, admiring the snug fit of Jaden’s stomach between his thighs.

“Fuck it’s so big daddy.” Jaden moaned.

“I know baby.” Deon thrusted slowly at the start too, making sure to savor the boy’s voracious eyes and noises. Deon leaned down, feeling his flat stomach and the bump of his baby, and kissed Jaden passionately. Jaden moaned loudly into Deon’s mouth, grabbing him by the ass to pull him in deeper. He reveled in the feeling of his insides being moved about, especially now with so much more being inside him. His womb bobbed rhythmically in tune with Deon’s thrusts. Jaden expected to feel too full, but he couldn’t get enough. They pounded for hours. It wasn’t until Jaden was on Deon’s lap with his back to him, bouncing up and down on Deon’s daddy dick who had his hands practically stuck to the sides of Jaden’s stomach that they shot their loads, all over the bed and Jaden’s insides.

Deon planted a tender kiss on Jaden’s cheek, still rubbing his belly. “Get some rest baby.”

Month 8

“Haaaaah fuck, I’m sorry babe, I don’t think you should go all the way in tonight.” Deon had put Jaden into his favorite position, you know the one by now. After Jaden entered into his third trimester, he began feeling a little bit too large, and he was huge. Every time the two fucked, he felt more and more like it was shaking his womb too much, and he didn’t doubt that Deon was big enough to get all up in there. Even last week Manti had been too big for him, but he had just been happy he finally got his hands on him.

“Cmon babe, you think you’re the first knocked up guy I’ve got my hands on?” Deon slipped in, not all the way but more than half.

“Nggghhhh, too much!” Jaden grimaced, but Deon kept gingerly forcing himself in.

“You’re doing so good, we both know you wanna please me.” Jaden whimpered the same way he did the first time he took Deon’s dick.

“No, I’ll give you head, pull out.” Deon out his hand over his baby daddies mouth.

“You gonna enjoy this, trust me.” Deon started pounding Jaden hard, as hard as he could. He didn’t hate seeing Jaden like this, but he had started to get worried from Jaden’s worry. Too big! The baby… I feel huge, I’m moving so much. “I told you.” Jaden’s string of thought was broken by the feeling of a hand on his cock. Deon began jerking hard, trying to get Jaden to relax. Feels good, and I’ve grown so much his thrusts make my insides move all the way up to my neck. Jaden came faster than he expected, gripping the sheets as Deon slammed his prostate, then his insides slammed it as they returned to their normal position with a newfound weight.

With a pop, Deon slid out of Jaden’s hole, dick still twitching out cum. He planted his knees on either side of Jaden’s face, and sprayed a load all over his face. Jaden did his best to lap it up, but it was everywhere.

“Ok… I guess everything was ok with that.”

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🫧 Heat From the Deep

🔥 Intimate male pregnancy scene — contains nudity and close body exposure. Like, reblog & DM for the full uncensored version 🌋💌

Among Iceland’s many natural wonders, there’s one geothermal lake whispered about among a very specific community — a place cherished by pregnant men and their partners. Nestled between volcanic ridges, this particular hot spring is more than just beautiful; it’s known for its calming properties, therapeutic minerals, and the almost sacred privacy it offers to those awaiting life’s biggest transformation.

These two expecting fathers chose this moment — and this place — to reconnect with their bodies in silence and warmth. Their pregnancies are visibly advanced, and the tension in their postures has given way to something softer. Buoyed by the mineral-rich water, their swollen bellies feel lighter. Every breath of sulfur-tinged steam grounds them more deeply in the present.

Warm water immersion, especially in natural geothermal pools, is a centuries-old practice that eases muscular strain, improves circulation, and soothes lower back and pelvic pressure — critical relief in the final trimester. Their hands cradle what’s growing within them; not just life, but readiness.

They don’t speak. They don’t have to. The lake carries everything for them — weight, fear, and hope.

The water clings to them, silky and dense, lifting the curve of their gravid bellies just enough to ease the pull on their spines. Their skin, flushed from natural heat, glows against the fog. Muscles along their lower abdomen twitch — slow, instinctive contractions warming up beneath the surface. The perineal tension eases, hips settling wider in the water, pressure shifting. Their bodies are preparing — not just to hold, but to open. You can almost see the rhythm in their breathing, matching the subtle current. Their hands wander, not in lust, but in quiet awe — tracking the stretch, the movement, the promise. Biology becomes poetry in water like this.

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Expecting Under the Pines 🌲 — A Summer of Secrets

⚠️ Intimate content ahead — male pregnancy / mpreg theme 💗 Like & 🔁 Reblog if this awakens something in you 📩 Uncensored full photo available via DM

He said the forest helped him breathe easier — now, with the river humming beside him and the weight of new life pressing forward from deep inside, he looks more at peace than ever.

The warm summer wind brushes against his skin, but it’s the rhythm of life inside him that keeps him still — stretched out, growing, waiting. His belly rises high and tight, a story of love, risk, and something beautifully impossible.

Is it love? Is it science? Or just desire rewriting the rules of nature? Either way, he’s ready.

Laid back on the soft grass, legs parted with quiet confidence, he offers a rare view: the swollen arc of a male abdomen in late gestation — taut, smooth, impossibly round. Every breath draws attention to how far he's come: the linea nigra visible, his navel stretched flat, skin thinned and glistening. Deep inside, strong fetal kicks shift his center of gravity, reminding him that the time is near. His hips ache from carrying low, his lower belly twitches from pressure and tension. There's no turning back. He’s heavy. Full. Ripe. And judging by the look in his eyes... he wants you to watch.

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Ah the regret! The regret…

Why did I get pregnant? Why did I leave home so fucking late?

When I found out my boyfriend was flirting with other men at work I got…jealous, angry. I wanted to flirt too. I did flirt, I flirted…too hard.

I flirted with my boyfriend’s flatmate. It was innocent to start with and lead to him fucking me every chance we could. It was risky but by that point I didn’t care. By that point…I was also pregnant. Shortly after not only did my boyfriend realize, he noticed while I was riding on top of his flatmate. Probably for the best.

We broke up after that clearly. To his dismay, and I guess his punishment, he still saw me cause I kept fucking his flatmate. In fact it was while I was fucking his flatmate that I was put into labor. Which wasn’t ideal but an amazing orgasm…

Maybe he’ll do it again? I liked making me ex pissed off like this! Just…not the car birth.

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Shout out to @roman-the-wizard for the image!

I was part of a small community where being gay was very taboo. I was a good married man, or so my wife thought.

Her brother…WOOF! A fucking bear. I mean I’m a bear too, but he’s a fuckable bear. He fucked me every which way from Sunday! Thank the lord I’m a burly guy anyway because I quickly realized I was pregnant. Shit…

I couldn’t stay. I told her brother I was needing to leave and he understood. I left it as long as I could and when the time came I up and left.

Apparently...I left it too late…

I was not far through the wood when the intense contractions started. And they were quick. I didn’t make it far before I had to stop and push. My big frame must have meant that I could birth easy as a few pushes later my baby was out.

I made it the rest of the way through the forest and on the other side was my brother in law who took me to a local hospital, set me up in some new accommodation.

We talked…and talked about him coming to join me in the coming days.

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🫃 “It’s happening… I can’t hold it anymore…”

⚠️ Content warning: MPREG – intense birth scene. Emotional, physical, raw. 💬 Like & reblog if it moved you, and DM me for the uncensored version. 📩 NSFW uncensored photo available privately – message me.

His body trembled, slick with sweat, muscles locking and releasing in relentless waves. He leaned back, bracing against his partner’s chest, every inch of him consumed by the raw, unstoppable force of labor.

“F-fuck… it’s coming… I can feel it—” he gasped, eyes clenched shut as another contraction ripped through his core.

“I’ve got you. Just breathe. You’re doing amazing,” the man behind him whispered, voice low but tight with emotion. His arms wrapped around the swollen curve of the other's belly, grounding him, anchoring him to something real.

I can feel it moving. So low now. Crowning. God, it’s happening… he thought, panicked and in awe all at once.

“I’m scared…” he confessed, voice cracking.

“I know. But you’re not alone. I’m right here.” His partner nuzzled into the side of his neck, whispering steady breaths into his ear. “We’re bringing them into the world. Together.”

The sterile light above flickered slightly, casting sharp glints on sweat-slicked skin. The tension in the room was alive. His thighs shook, stretched wide, barely able to hold himself upright.

Then— A sudden pressure. A new intensity. He could feel the skin stretching, the ring of fire igniting.

“Push, baby. You’re so close. I can see them,” the voice behind him urged, almost in disbelief. “The head is right there. You’re doing it.”

Tears streamed down his face as he gave in completely to the pain, to the power, to the purpose.

This was real. This was the moment.

His body is locked in the final stages of labor. Sweat glistens on his taut skin, stretched tight over an extremely distended abdomen. The head of the baby is visibly crowning – the anal ring is dilated to the limit, pushed open around a slick, dark-haired scalp. The partner stands behind, gripping under his belly and hips, stabilizing him through the effort. You can see strain in every muscle fiber, especially across the thighs and abdomen. His face is twisted in a mix of pain, exertion, and release as the fetal head slowly emerges, glistening and partially delivered. The delivery is raw, unsupported, and imminent — no drapes, no gloves, just skin, sweat, and shared breath. A snapshot of male birth at its most visceral and physical.

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Through the Narrow Gate

A deeply personal, transformative moment between two bonded souls. 💬 Intimate and emotional — like & reblog if it touched you. 📩 Uncensored version available via DM — message me for access.

The room was bright. Not sterile, but deliberate — as if every detail of the space was created with care, anticipating what was about to unfold. Nothing hidden, nothing vague. Light fell directly on him, as if the world had paused to witness.

Leor was on his side, hands clutching the edge of the padded surface beneath him. His face was taut, jaw trembling. Muscles along his lower back tightened with every breath. Kael knelt close, his hands gently bracing Leor’s hips, his voice low but steady.

“Stay with me,” Kael murmured. “You’re doing this. You’re opening, exactly as you need to.”

Leor let out a breath — shaky, caught halfway between a moan and a sob. “It feels like… I can’t go further. But I know I have to.”

Kael pressed his forehead lightly against Leor’s back. “You are further. Every second, every breath — this is it. This is how it happens. You’re not breaking, you’re becoming.”

There was silence then, but it was heavy with presence. Leor’s hand reached back instinctively, finding Kael’s, gripping tightly. Another tremor passed through him, and he cried out — not from pain, but from the sheer weight of the moment.

“I feel it… him. He’s there,” Leor whispered, his voice raw. “I’m opening around him. He’s coming.”

Kael shifted, moving closer, guiding Leor’s body with calm, sure movements. He saw it now — the crown. Delicate. Real. Pushing forward with infinite patience.

“You’re doing beautifully,” Kael said, his own voice beginning to tremble. “He’s almost here. You’re guiding him. I’m here. I’m here.”

Tears welled in Leor’s eyes. He didn’t blink them away. “I didn’t know I could… hold something this important. Carry it. Deliver it. But you always saw it in me.”

“I didn’t see it,” Kael whispered. “I believed it. And now you’re proving it was always true.”

Then it happened — slowly, fully. A shift, a stretch, a deep surrender. The light didn’t change, but the air felt warmer, fuller. Something had arrived. Not just a being, but a truth. A declaration.

And Leor, exhausted, radiant, half-laughing through the tears, looked back at Kael.

“You still here?”

Kael leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, his forehead, his hand. “I never left.”

At crowning, the fetal head has fully descended and is now fixed at the anal verge, no longer retracting between contractions. The perineal and anal tissues are at maximum stretch, forming a taut, circular opening around the emerging skull. The external anal sphincter is fully dilated; the internal sphincter has reflexively relaxed. The presenting part — typically the occiput — is clearly visible, with the scalp under tension. The surrounding skin shows reddening and mild swelling, but no tearing is present. A strong burning or stretching sensation is common here, due to pressure on superficial nerves. Controlled breathing and partner support help prevent injury. No hands-on assistance is needed unless signs of uneven pressure or tearing appear. This is the mechanical and emotional peak — once the widest part passes, the rest of the body typically follows with less resistance.

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Held by Water, Held by Will

A moment of raw intensity and control. 💬 Witness a body on the edge of release — like & reblog if this resonates. 📩 Full uncensored version available via DM.

He could feel everything gathering — not just in his body, but in his awareness. Like gravity concentrating in his core. Every breath was deliberate now, each inhale edged with anticipation, each exhale forcing him to stay present.

There was no one else here. No midwife, no guiding hand, no voice in his ear. Only his body, the water, and the presence inside him pressing lower, deeper, heavier.

The pressure was no longer abstract — it had form, weight, certainty. It wasn’t just something inside moving down. It was him opening up around it.

His thoughts came in fragments. “It’s close. I know it’s close.” “I’m not afraid — just full.” “I can’t stop it, but I don’t want to.”

A tightness surrounded him — warm, expansive, overwhelming. Not painful, but absolute. His spine curled instinctively. His jaw flexed. His fingers gripped the porcelain ledge like he could hold himself together a moment longer.

But he knew the truth: there was no holding together anymore. There was only making space.

And just as the next breath caught in his throat, he felt it — the first stretch. The unmistakable sensation of skin meeting skin, of something firm and round beginning to press outward with impossible patience. He gasped — from the shock of contact, the heat, the raw intimacy of the moment.

He whispered out loud, not needing anyone to hear: “Don’t stop. Let it happen.”

There were no words for the mixture of vulnerability and strength that swelled in his chest. His body wasn’t failing him. It was completing something ancient, something honest.

He is in the final moments of the second stage of labor. The baby’s head is fully engaged and entering the crowning phase — the widest part is pressing firmly at the anal opening and remains visible between bearing-down efforts. The surrounding tissue is fully distended and under maximum stretch, with no tearing observed. Warm water immersion supports tissue elasticity, improves circulation, and helps reduce discomfort. His semi-reclined position with elevated knees allows gravity and buoyancy to assist the descent. There is a visible erection caused by sustained pressure on the prostate and adjacent pelvic nerves — a natural, physiological reaction to internal stimulation. He remains alert, focused, and emotionally steady, reporting strong pressure, deep stretching, and a clear sense of the baby’s head beginning to emerge. All indicators suggest a stable, progressing crowning phase moving toward full delivery.

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Birth Advent Calendar 2022 - Day 7

The doctor said he was lucky to have such an easy pregnancy, but Adam knew, as much as his doctor, that the birth was not going to be easy.

The first months went as smoothly as they could: almost no morning sickness, no pain or discomfort, nothing of being an emotional rollercoaster or anything. 

But as he grew month by month, watching his body change and his belly swell huge and gravid with life, Adam knew it wasn't going to be an easy birth.

By the moment he reached the mark of seven months, he was huge. He looked almost ready to pop.

The doctor told him to take it easy. There was nothing to worry about —after all, there was a history of big babies in the family.

But by the moment he reached the awful last month, Adam was more than sure he was having a big baby.

Not only because of the obvious: his belly was huge, even compared with his usual athletic frame, hanging in front of him heavily. But he could feel it, how heavy and big his baby was, moving around inside him, kicking and squirming and making it hard for his daddy.

"Oh, you sure it's just one in there?"

Yes, of course he was sure. 

But even with how huge his baby was, he and his husband still decided to go with the intimate, calm home birth they wanted since the moment the test showed positive.

And now, the day had come. 

As he timed his latest contractions, Adam felt his husband's hands wrapping around his contracting stomach from behind. Andre rubbed his swollen stomach with firm hands, allowing Adam to lean against him and breathe. 

Breathe deeply. To pass the actual pain of the contraction, and to prepare himself for what was about to come.

"So?" Andre asked, hands massaging his hips. 

"It's… uf… very low." Adam moaned, "I can feel it. And… fuck… it's big."

Andre let out a small chuckle, leading the pregnant man to the birthing ball in the middle of the room. Nothing that they already didn’t know, and Adam wanted it that way.

"I know. Big, just like his daddy," he exhaled another laugh, helping Adam bounce slowly. 

When another contraction hit him, Adam let out a loud whimper, leaning forward to fall into Andre's arms. 

His husband's arms wrapped securely around his contracting middle, rubbing his back and mumbling soft, loving encouraging words.

And, finally, when the last one passed, Adam pulled away from Andre's hold with a sigh. His face scrunched up with effort, looking down at himself and his massive belly.

Adam could feel it. The baby's head was huge, and so low on his pelvis.

He was almost scared, but with Andre by his side, it was bearable.

But still, his contractions were becoming faster and stronger, the baby was so low he couldn't even walk without feeling uncomfortable. He knew that soon, his water would break and, well, the inevitable would happen: push, honey.

He would have to push that huge baby out of him. 

In one of those tricks from life (more from his body than life this time), Adam felt something warm running down his legs and all over the birthing ball. 

His water broke. 

***

From the birthing ball to the birthing tub, Adam was already almost fully dilated, and it only took a few more minutes until Andre checked him again and found that he was ready. 

He pushed, and it wasn't that bad, his contracting stomach feeling nice against the warm water and reassuring hands of Andre. But as soon as the head positioned itself against his lips, ready to start crowning, it was awful.

He knew the head would be big, but he didn't think that he would almost draw blood from his lips from biting and trying to push as hard as he could. Andre remained telling him to take it slow because he didn't want any tearing.  

But the pressure and the need to push were so bad that Adam barely listened. Everything on him was focused on pushing and getting the head out, and when it finally happened, Adam found himself pushing for nothing. 

The head wasn't moving.

“No, fuck! It’s… stuck!” reaching between his legs to feel his crowning pussy. "It's stuck, Andre, babe!"

The bulge was there, painfully stretching him open, but no matter how hard he pushed, it wasn't moving. 

“Listen, breathe” Andre instructed gently, taking Adam’s hand and pulling him forwards. “Let’s change positions.”

Gravity had to help, and with a grunt, Adam pulled himself into a squat. Reaching once again between his legs, his fingers draped around his bulging lips to feel the huge head that stretched him wide. 

“Ugh!” with a groan, he pushed with another contraction.

The head didn’t move a single inch despite his best efforts. When another contraction came, he tried to push again, but it still didn't budge.

"Fuck, damn…" with a low whimper, his knuckles turned white as he gripped his husband's shoulders. "One, two, three… nhgn!"

He was pushing again, his body urging him to, but the head still wasn't moving. Adam was starting to get desperate because he needed to push, but the head wasn't going anywhere.

"Baby, it isn't moving!" Adam moaned, bending forward with another straining push. 

Andre reached between his legs to cup his spread lips, feeling the indeed huge head. Slowly, his fingers tried to open his husband, stretching his lips around their kid's head. 

"Okay, try pushing with the next contraction, baby" Andre instructed, one hand over Adam's crowning cunt and the other on his lower back.

He did as told, his face scrunching up in concentration as he felt the next contraction take over him. Biting his lip, Adam pushed. 

The head slipped out a little bit, gently guided by Andre's hand, but as soon as his body eased the contraction, it slipped back inside. 

Adam let out a frustrated scream, and Andre leaned in to press a small kiss on his temple. 

"Hey, take it easy," he said, rubbing at Adam's lower back. "Just breathe and push".

With a shaky breath, Adam nodded. He felt how another contraction took over his body and pushed. 

The head moved. With gritted teeth and another push, his lips spread around the huge head when the ring of fire came. 

"Ugh, ow!" He whimpered, his legs closing together in an unconscious attempt to escape the pain. 

Andre had to spread his thighs apart wide again, a hand still firm on the crowning head and the other now on Adam's leg to keep them open. 

"Push, babe" he encouraged, squeezing at his thigh. “You got this.”

Adam nodded, taking some deep breaths. Another push, then, he pushed once more, screaming into the air when the head started making his way out. 

Now, gravity seemed to be doing its job, because the pressure was so much Adam only could think of pushing it out. He knew he couldn't rush, he had to take it slowly to avoid tearing, but his mind couldn't really conceive the primal urge to push that was starting to take over.

When he pushed again, using all his force, Andre's hand was there to stop the head from popping out of him.

"Easy, boy. Don't rush it." Adam heard his husband's voice above him, his own panting filling in the silence between them. "Slow. Slow."

Another push, another cry of release. Then, another push, more of the burning feeling and the hellish pressure on his cunt. The head moved again, stretching him even more --Adam didn't know it would be possible-- and Andre's hand was there to guide it slowly.

Slowly enough, the head finally started to emerge from him. Adam grunted, his eyes closing shut as he focused on pushing, his own hand now over Andre's as another contraction shook him. 

With two more pushes, the head finally popped out of his burning lips with a gush that left his legs shaking. 

Andre caught it, and Adam switched positions from squatting to back to lying on the warm water. He breathed, reaching down to feel the baby's head -- huge, that he just pushed out. A miracle he didn't tear.

When another contraction took over him, Adam screamed as he pushed again. The shoulders were easy compared with the head, and soon, Andre was there to catch the rest of the body as Adam popped it out with a grunt.

"There you go. That's it..." Andre muttered, a huge grin on his face as he placed the baby on his dad's chest. "Say hi to daddy, boy."

Adam, with shaking legs and a labored breathy laugh, hugged his boy against himself.

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

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

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

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

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Stillness Between the Waves

An intimate moment captured on a quiet, sun-warmed beach. Two bodies, one rhythm — complete surrender. 💬 Like, reblog, and if you’d like to see the uncensored version, feel free to DM. 🌊🔥

The sun hung low over the horizon, casting soft gold over the sand. They lay on a towel, the sound of distant waves barely audible over the sound of their breaths.

“Are you ready?” he asked, fingers slowly tracing across his partner’s curved belly.

“With you? Always,” came the reply — calm, confident, a quiet smile on his lips.

There was no urgency. Just touch, breath, and trust. The afternoon heat, the salty air, the weight of the moment — everything melted into stillness, into rhythm.

“I love how peaceful you are,” he whispered. “You make it feel… like everything fits. Like it’s meant to.”

The beach was silent. But between them, a storm.

Their bodies aligned with an almost reverent stillness. The way he rested back, inviting, allowed for deep connection without strain — especially important considering the fullness of late pregnancy. Muscles relaxed under slow, rhythmic motion, while the warmth of the sand beneath and the air around added to the surreal intimacy. The curve of the belly wasn’t just physical — it carried weight, trust, and anticipation. Anatomically, the position provided minimal abdominal pressure, supporting gentle depth while reducing diaphragmatic tension. Still, the setting — open, natural — called for post-encounter care: rinsing off residual sand, watching for minor abrasions. Sensuality, after all, thrives on tenderness — and precision.