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“Push! Push!”

Your partner encourages you as he looks over your exposed ass and increasing bulge with the babies head.

You groan and put your ass in the air, the feeling of your expanding pussy has you rocking back and forth from the pain.

“It hurts so much!”

You moan and pant with the contractions, falling back on your heels each time. Hopefully the rocking movements will move this baby’s ginormous head out of your vagina, but he feels stuck!

Your partner tries his hardest the move the babies head around your stiffened lips, this was your first - but you didn’t think your vagina would be this tight!

“He’s not moving!”

You pant through each agonizing breath, ready for this pain to be over as the head just sits there. It feels like every push you’re taking is not moving anything along.

“C’mon baby, i need you to give me a few big pushes! He’s not moving and we need to get him out. Come on, honey! You can do it.”

Those were the only encouraging words you need, with a loud groan and nod, you push the three biggest pushes you’ve ever put your body through.

“Ahhhhhh!”

You bellow out and moan as you finally give birth to your baby.

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Graceful Bump in Motion | In the heart of a lively ballet studio, a unique scene unfolds. A heavily pregnant man, visibly 4 months along, dons a snug leotard, perfectly embodying the fusion of strength and grace. As he eagerly awaits his daughter’s class to start, the vibrant energy of the dancers surrounding him creates an extraordinary atmosphere. His husband, a talented musician, fills the air with melodic notes from the piano, creating a rhythm that resonates throughout the space. Their daughter twirls across the floor, showcasing her budding talent and the joy this family shares. The connection between the husband and wife is palpable, highlighted by knowing smiles exchanged amidst rehearsal. Together, they redefine family dynamics with elegance, proving love and passion can harmoniously coexist within the unlikeliest of settings. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.

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Boldly Embracing Fatherhood: A Unique Journey | In a surprising twist of parenthood, a man sits on an exercise ball, fully embracing his unique journey towards fatherhood. This seven-month pregnant adventurer finds comfort in the hospital, surrounded by medical equipment that highlights the extraordinary path he’s on. His round belly proudly announces the upcoming arrival of a new family member. As he focuses on deep breathing, his determination shines through every moment. Rocking with excitement and anticipation, he radiates strength while his partner supports him from behind. Together, they navigate the thrilling experience of preparing for their baby. These moments show that family can come in all shapes and sizes, proving that love knows no bounds. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.

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Couple at beach parking lot | In the vibrant chaos of a beachside parking lot, a moment sparks to life under the warm glow of the setting sun. A soon-to-be dad, radiating excitement, steps out of his car, dressed in an outfit that screams cozy anticipation for the twins on the way. Just as he takes it all in, his boyfriend surprises him by dropping to one knee—not for a proposal, but as a playful vow of support that matches the thrill in the air. Laughter mingles with the rhythmic crash of the waves, turning an ordinary day into a lively celebration of their growing family. The couple shares knowing glances and playful banter, effortlessly tackling the unknowns of parenthood together. Each moment is not just a snapshot, but a promise of the wild adventures that await. With the horizon painted in vibrant colors, they craft an unforgettable memory, igniting hope and excitement for what lies ahead. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.

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Parking Lot Love | In the dim, gritty corners of an underground parking garage, a striking scene unfolds. A very pregnant man leans heavily against his boyfriend, who stands steadfastly behind him, his hands firmly resting on the expectant father’s shoulders. The air is thick with tension yet wrapped in a unique comfort as flickering fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow around them. Dressed in loose, comfy clothes, the soon-to-be dad exudes a blend of vulnerability and strength, contrasting sharply with the cold metallic surroundings. His partner’s grip speaks volumes, embodying unshakable support amidst the chaos of everyday life. The unusual setting deepens their connection, turning a simple moment into something powerful. In this unconventional space among parked cars and distant echoes, their bond illuminates the truth that love can thrive even in the most unexpected places. It’s a testament to resilience, proving that true intimacy knows no bounds. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.

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Joseph sits on the edge of the bed, legs trembling, sweat dripping as the first baby’s head pushes down hard. His belly is rock-solid, tight with triplets, each breath a moan. He rubs his swollen bump, whispering pleas to slow it down—but his body’s too far gone. The pressure, the heat, the unstoppable rhythm of labor... it’s all too much, and he’s never felt more raw, more helpless, more alive.

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Wet or dry?

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Hard Hat, Full Belly

Part 1 - Greg’s Big Day on Site

Greg’s trailer office smelled like dust, sweat, and printer toner — and now, the sharp musk of his own desperation. The damn A/C was busted again, so the room was thick with heat and the sour-sweet scent of a daddy way too pregnant to still be workin’. His tight belly pulsed, rock-hard under his shirt, pushing the hem up and making his whole middle glisten with sweat.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, bracing himself on the edge of the desk. “This kid better be union-certified by now with the way they’re jackhammerin’ my insides.”

Another contraction rolled in — a deep, brutal one that made his thighs twitch and his ass clench involuntarily. He threw his head back with a strangled groan, thick neck flexing. “Hnnngh—fuck, not again—oh fuck, I think that one stretched my hole.”

He couldn’t sit still anymore. Greg stood up, one hand on his back, the other cradling the underside of his swollen belly like it was made of dynamite. And it was — hot, tight, trembling, and so full he could feel pressure building low and mean.

His balls ached. His cock throbbed. And somehow, he was leaking — not just from his chest, but down below too. A sticky trickle soaked into the seam of his jeans, mixing with sweat and arousal until it was hard to tell where the labor pains ended and the need began.

He waddled to the mirror bolted to the trailer wall, staring at his reflection. A scruffy, rugged mess. Calloused hands. Sun-worn skin. Belly so round it looked obscene. “Christ,” he whispered. “Look at you, Greg. Some boss you are. Knocked up, needy, and about to cum just from your baby hittin’ the right nerve.”

Then his phone buzzed again.

Rookie: “Outside. You good?”

Greg didn’t even hesitate. He yanked the door open.

Rookie stood there—hard hat crooked, lips parted, cheeks pink like he knew. His eyes went straight to Greg’s belly, then down to where his jeans were soaked and strained.

“Holy shit, Boss,” Rookie murmured. “You’re about to pop.”

Greg’s voice was low, growling. “I’m fuckin’ crowning, kid. And if you don’t wanna mop me off this floor, you better get inside and help me out.”

Rookie dropped everything — hard hat, bag, whatever the hell he had in his hand. Slammed the trailer door shut behind them.

Greg fell back into the chair, legs open wide, breathing hard. “Get on your knees. Help Daddy ride this out.”

Rookie knelt, reverent, shaking a little as he slid Greg’s jeans down. The smell hit him—raw, earthy, leaking. Greg was open. His entrance flexed with every contraction, bulging, needy, twitching with pressure.

“You see that?” Greg growled, gripping his own belly as it contracted again. “That’s your fuckin’ baby coming outta me. Now don’t just stare, Rookie. Earn your fuckin’ promotion.”

The younger man leaned in, hands trembling as he braced Greg’s hips. “Yes, sir,” he whispered. “Whatever you need.”

The pressure built. Greg panted, sweat dripping off his beard, belly convulsing with each push. “Oh fuck—oh god—I’m gonna cum if I push again!”

Rookie’s hands clutched him tighter. “Then do it. Let go, Boss. Fuckin’ let it all out.”

Greg let out a roar—half pain, half climax—as he bore down hard, everything in him seizing at once. His water broke like a dam, soaking them both. And in the middle of it, he did cum—hard, feral, grunting like an animal as his baby slid lower, lower, lower—

“Goddamn,” he sobbed, riding the waves. “That’s it, baby, come out for Daddy. Come out while Daddy blows his load.”

Part 2 - The Crowning

Greg’s legs were spread wide, braced on the arms of his chair. His jeans were somewhere across the trailer. His belly was heaving—slick, flushed, visibly tightening with each gut-punch contraction that left him gasping and growling.

Rookie knelt between those thick, trembling thighs, stunned by the sight in front of him.

“Boss…” he breathed, reverent. “You’re so fucking… open.”

Greg gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his beard onto his chest. “Yeah? You gonna just sit there and narrate or get this fuckin’ thing outta me?”

The pressure was nuclear. Blinding. His belly clenched again, and he roared, grabbing his knees and pushing with all the strength that thirty years of construction had built into his core.

And then—“FUCK!”

A wet, obscene pop filled the room.

“Holy shit,” Rookie whispered. “The head’s right there.”

Greg growled, eyes rolling back. “I fuckin’ know, rookie! I feel every inch of this bastard splitting me open!”

Rookie couldn’t stop staring — at the slick ring of skin stretching, at the veins throbbing in Greg’s neck, at the way his cock stayed rock hard through it all. “Boss, I—I didn’t know it’d be this… hot.”

Greg laughed through a groan. “Welcome to the real fuckin’ labor force, kid.”

Another contraction slammed into him. “AH—NGHH—shit! Push—I gotta push again, I can’t stop!”

Rookie's hands moved instinctively, cradling Greg's lower back, supporting his hips as the big man bore down again, snarling like a beast in heat.

“Crownin’,” Greg panted. “Fucking crowning. You see it stretchin’? You see Daddy’s hole getting wrecked?”

Rookie moaned out loud. “Y-Yeah, Boss. You’re stretchin’ so good…”

Greg's face twisted into something halfway between agony and orgasm. His whole body shook as his entrance gave way further, ring of fire burning so good it made him leak pre all over his own belly.

“Tell me,” he growled, eyes glazed. “Tell me you’re gonna fuck me again the second this baby’s out.”

Rookie leaned up, whispering against his lips. “I’m gonna stuff you so full, Boss, you’ll be waddlin’ with twins by lunch break.”

Greg howled—from pain, from lust, from pressure. One more push. One final, shuddering cry—

And then the baby slipped free.

Wet. Warm. Screaming. Rookie caught it with trembling hands, eyes wide. “Boss… you did it.”

Greg collapsed back, chest heaving, soaked in sweat and afterglow. His hole still twitched, gaping, slick, messy.

And his cock? Still hard.

“You got a towel?” Greg rasped, voice hoarse. “Or are you gonna fuck me through the afterbirth like a real man?”

Rookie looked up, flushed, breathless.

“…I left the towel in the truck.”

Greg smirked, dark and devilish.

“Good. Then shut the door.”

Part 3 - Paternity Leave? Never Heard of Her

The sun was just starting to rise over the job site.

Inside the trailer, it smelled like sweat, sex, and the sharp tang of something far more primal — that deep, instinctive scent of afterbirth and breeding and claiming. Greg lay half-naked on the couch, belly soft, his sweat-streaked shirt shoved up over his chest.

One arm cradled his newborn on his chest — wrapped in Greg’s safety vest, already fussing like a foreman in training.

The other arm?

Gripping the edge of the couch cushion so hard his knuckles went white.

“F-Fuck, Rookie…!” Greg groaned, voice hoarse and wrecked. “You’re still going?”

Rookie didn’t answer — just grunted, hips snapping forward, cock buried to the hilt in Greg’s still-leaking hole.

The kid had been insatiable since the birth. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the way Greg’s body hadn’t even tried to close up. Hell, maybe it was the sight of his boss, belly deflated, legs spread, still dripping, still open.

“Can’t stop,” Rookie gasped against Greg’s neck. “You’re still so warm… so fuckin’ wet… your hole’s sucking me back in every time—fuck—like it wants another baby.”

Greg moaned, low and feral. “It does, you dumb fuck. You knocked up the site manager, you think he stays empty for long?”

Rookie’s rhythm faltered—just for a second—then slammed back in harder.

Greg’s head lolled back with a growl. “That’s right. Breed me. Don’t let this hole close up—pump me full while I’m still fuckin’ gaping.

The infant let out a soft coo, totally unfazed by the raw, desperate fucking happening inches away.

Greg looked down at him. “Don’t worry, kid. You won’t be an only child for long.”

Rookie bit his lip. “You sure? You just gave birth hours ago…”

Greg grinned through the sweat and the stretch and the deep ache of being split wide and bred again.

“Listen, Rookie,” he panted. “I’m a construction daddy. I don’t take breaks. I take loads.”

One more thrust, and Rookie finally spilled — deep, messy, warm enough that Greg felt it flood him, fill him, push against the rim of his already-raw hole.

They both froze, panting. Greg’s cock twitched — and fuck it, he came again, shooting across his own chest.

“Jesus Christ,” Rookie groaned. “We need a mop.”

Greg chuckled, stroking Rookie’s back, still deep inside him.

“No, kid,” he said. “We need a crib.”

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