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Bear belly after eating meat and potatoes 🥔

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Extra Credit: Breeding Consequences ⚠️ Explicit scenario – mpreg | student x professor | taboo tension ❤️ Like it. 🔁 Reblog it. 📩 Uncensored version available via DM – ask if you dare.

Professor Callum thought he was in control. Respected, intelligent, and always collected — until that one night in his office when lines blurred, promises were broken, and something inside him changed forever. Months later, his strong, defined frame now bears the undeniable curve of new life growing inside him. His student — the very reason for that change — hasn’t left his side. Not in spirit, and not tonight.

The classroom is silent, bathed in the warm light of a setting sun. Callum stands tall, entirely bare, every inch of his body heavy with anticipation and consequence. His swollen belly is no longer something he hides — not from him. And there he is… kneeling, reverent, worshipful. The very student who crossed the line with him, the one who filled him, now traces the edge of that curve with his lips, like a promise he intends to keep.

Their breathing syncs — shallow, hungry. Callum’s hands clutch the edge of the desk behind him, trying not to fall apart as his student’s tongue begins a slow descent. It’s not just lust — it’s devotion. They both know exactly who the father is. And it’s not just about release anymore. It’s about ownership, claim, and the thrill of doing what they shouldn’t… over and over again. Callum bites his lip, suppressing a moan that could echo down the hallways. His belly trembles slightly as pleasure courses through him, and he whispers his name — like a prayer. The student doesn’t stop. He knows what he started. And he’s going to finish it.

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Something's growing… and it’s not just feelings.

This post contains an intimate scene. ❤️ Like, 🔁 reblog, and DM me for the uncensored version.

He didn’t expect the spell to work — not fully. Not like this. It started as a dare, a whispered ritual under the full moon, half-joking, half-curious. But now the signs are unmistakable. A warmth spreading through his core. A fullness. A change he can’t — and doesn’t want to — undo. He lifts his shirt slowly, fascinated by every new curve. There's no fear in his eyes. Just awe. And a strange kind of pride.

Something ancient has awakened within him. And it’s only just beginning.

The way his belly’s rounding out already… it’s impossible, and yet it’s happening. Every inch of skin tingles with tension, desire, and the thrill of the unknown. He bites his lip, heart racing — not from fear, but from how good it feels to be filled this way…

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Some pretty hard belly play and stomping

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Bloated after frat party🥴

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Sun-Soaked and Full

⚠️ soft sensual mpreg | post-release intimacy | beach vibes & body language 💖 like / reblog if you feel the sun, the breath, the stillness

The sun is high and golden, casting warmth across his skin as he lies back on the towel, chest rising slowly, belly full and round, catching the light like a small moon. The air tastes of salt and suncream. He doesn’t speak. He just breathes.

His body is loose, heavy in that unmistakable way—like something inside him just let go. Like he gave in to the moment fully and let it claim him. His eyes are half-lidded, mouth relaxed, a soft flush still lingering across his cheeks.

There’s a calm in him now. Not just from the heat, or the breeze, or the rhythm of the sea. But from knowing he’s being watched, wanted, cherished.

He strokes his own stomach absentmindedly, fingers gliding over skin stretched taut with life. It’s not just the sun that’s made him glow like that.

He just came, and it shows—in the way his whole body seems to melt into the towel, in the slow rhythm of his breath, in the quiet pride of a man who’s both carrying life and brimming with it.

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Devotion Before Dawn

⚠️ emotional & physical intimacy mpreg moment 💖 like + reblog if this kind of silence speaks louder than words

The light is soft—washed-out blue spilling through the curtains like the room’s holding its breath. He stands still in it, back straight, belly full with the quiet weight of what they made together. There’s something ancient in how he holds himself—like he’s both the vessel and the storm.

On his knees, the other man kisses low. Not just his skin, but the meaning beneath it. His hands rest on hips that have changed with time, love, creation. He doesn’t speak. He doesn't need to. Every breath says: I'm still here. I never left.

And the one standing? He feels it all. The awe. The fear. The devotion. His fingers twitch, his eyes stay open. He lets himself be seen—entirely.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers. “I wasn’t planning to,” comes the answer, low against his skin.

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