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Open Court

He said it was just for fun. But Ryan doesn’t do things halfway. 📸 Full story under the post. 💙 Like / ↻ Reblog / 📩 DM for the uncensored version.

It started as a dare.

“Bet you’ve never shot a naked pregnant guy holding a basketball,” Ryan said, already peeling his shirt off, a grin tugging at one side of his mouth.

Luke, holding the camera, blinked.

“Definitely not. But... go ahead.”

He expected a laugh. Maybe a goofy pose. A ball covering the goods. A towel left on. He didn’t expect this.

Ryan stepped out of his clothes like it was nothing. Sunlight hit his skin. The court was empty, silent. His body caught every bit of it — his chest wide, stomach round and full, bellybutton pulled tight over the curve of life inside him.

And he owned it. Every inch. His stance wasn’t playful. It was powerful. Confident. Almost cocky.

He gripped the ball low, right in front of his thighs. His cock hung just over the top of it — heavy, slightly hard. Sweat glistened across his belly. His shoulders flexed. His belly rose with each breath, high and tight like a drum.

“Still funny?” he asked.

Luke had no idea what to say.

Ryan shifted his weight. Moved the ball slightly. Now he wasn’t covering himself — he was presenting. The tip of his cock was flushed, starting to rise. His hand wasn’t on the ball anymore. It drifted lower, resting beneath his stomach. Fingers trailing over the place where life pressed from the inside.

Then he gasped — a real one.

“Whoa... he’s kicking.”

Luke clicked once. Too late. Ryan’s belly had already moved.

“Missed it,” Luke muttered. “Guess you’ll need a closer angle.”

The way Ryan said it — low, calm, inviting — made Luke’s throat go dry.

Ryan stepped forward. Close. The ball rolled away.

“You want to touch?” “God, yes,” Luke said.

Whatever this started as — it wasn’t about photos anymore.

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The Ninth Frame

A private shoot that turned into something more. Steam. Silence. A man carrying everything. 💙 Like if it stirs something. ↻ Reblog if it needs to be seen. 📩 Full uncensored version via respectful DM.

📝emotional narrative

Ethan never expected Jamie to say yes.

Jamie had gone quiet after the breakup — left halfway through the pregnancy by someone who said they’d stay. No drama, no explosion. Just silence.

Ethan didn’t push. He checked in. Left space. Waited.

And then, one day, he sent the invite:

“I’m working on a shoot. Like a calendar. Sexy pregnant dads.” “That's real?” “I mean... it is now.” “Fine,” Jamie replied. “Only if you shoot it.”

He showed up in a loose button-down and joggers. No styling. No posing. But Ethan didn’t need anything else. Jamie looked exhausted. Soft. Heavy in a way that wasn’t just physical.

He looked like someone who had been holding too much alone.

Ethan had already set the scene: 🖤 Black backdrop 💡 Warm LED light low to the floor 🌫️ Steam machine behind Jamie’s back 💦 A spray bottle filled with water and a little glycerin

“You’re not gonna soak me, right?” “Just a mist. It'll catch the light.” “Kinky.” “Artistic,” Ethan smiled.

They started slow. Side angles. Hands on the belly. Closed eyes. A little sweat. A little quiet. But Ethan’s voice softened with every click.

“Slide the shirt off your shoulders.” “Lose the undershirt.” “Step forward. That’s it. Let the steam wrap around you.”

Then he reached for the bottle. A soft spray down Jamie’s chest... over his stomach... around the curve of his hips. Droplets clung and sparkled.

Jamie didn’t flinch. He let himself be seen.

“You ready?” Ethan asked. “I’ve been ready,” Jamie said.

🔞 version – intimate, erotic

Jamie stood nude in the soft haze, skin slick and glowing. The round tension of his belly caught the light, shimmering under the thin trail of steam.

His cock hung low — heavy, flushed. Already starting to lift, responding without permission. Ethan swallowed hard behind the camera.

“Hold your belly from underneath.” Jamie did. Fingers wide, cradling the weight.

“Spread your legs a little.” Jamie obeyed. The light hit the inside of his thighs. Droplets slipped down, catching on the edge of his pubic bone.

“Now… lift yourself.”

Jamie wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. Slow. Almost unsure. But it responded, twitching against his palm.

He opened his mouth to say something — and paused.

“It’s moving,” he whispered. “The baby?” Jamie nodded. The curve of his stomach rippled — a soft push from inside. A life turning over.

Ethan snapped the shutter — too late.

“I missed it.” “Guess you’ll have to try again.”

But Ethan didn’t raise the camera. He stepped forward. Quiet. Focused.

One hand rested on Jamie’s belly, fingers trembling. Then he slid lower — over the line of moisture below, stopping just short of Jamie’s erection.

They both stood in silence, breathing.

Jamie’s cock was fully hard now. So was Ethan’s. The space between them was thick with heat and vapor.

“You gonna keep watching?” Jamie asked. “Not this time,” Ethan said.

He dropped to his knees.

Steam rose around them like a curtain. And whatever this was — it wasn’t a photoshoot anymore.

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31 Weeks and Still Growing

⚠️ Intimate nudity (censored) – ❤️ Like if your brain went places | 🔁 Reblog if your hands did. 📩 Uncensored version available via DM.

He could barely believe how far it had come already — 31 weeks in, and his belly was front and center, pushing out harder each morning. His skin felt tight, yes — firm to the touch — but what really got to him was the heaviness. The shift in balance. The way his body moved around the bump now.

He looked down and caught the slight sway, the rounded undercurve that hadn’t been there just two weeks ago. His shirts? Gave up weeks ago. Even standing still, he could feel small rolls and shifts from deep inside — the baby was active today.

And the wildest part? He still had over two months left to grow.

31 weeks, and the pressure was already messing with his head. His belly stood firm and forward — not huge yet, but undeniably full. Like it knew it had more weeks to go and was preparing space. Every movement felt... heavy. His breath came shallower, and lower. There was tightness not just across the skin, but under it — like his whole core was bracing for more expansion. Doctors warned him: “Expect continued growth through week 39. Fetal volume doubles from here.” He didn’t need the reminder. He could feel it. His hand drifted low under the swell, fingers pressing against a warm, taut curve. "Almost two more months of this... and it’s only getting heavier."

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Still Growing. Still Breeding.

🔞 NSFW – Uncensored, explicit mpreg kink. He’s full, aching, and not done yet. ❤️ Like | 🔁 Reblog | 💌 DM for the uncensored version (yes, the cock’s just as big as you think).

You’d think he was due — that taut belly, stretched to the brink, center-heavy and packed full. But no. The baby hasn't dropped yet.

His doctor said there’s still room for the boy to turn head-down and settle lower. When that happens, that belly’s gonna sag deeper, hang heavier. It’ll press into his thighs. Maybe even rest there. Right now, though, it’s all upper weight — full uterus, turned wrong, still riding high, making his core feel like it’s about to burst.

And under that censor bar? Yeah — you guessed right. A fat, veiny cock, hanging thick and slow in a heavy semi. Not hard, but ready — the kind that just waits, pulsing, loaded. The kind that’ll fill up another eager passive and leave him just as full. Same belly. Same fate.

He palms his belly like he owns it (and he does). His balls hang low, heavy too. He’s still breeding. Still making sons. Still waiting for the next one to drop and push him open from the inside.

It’s not over. Not even close. This body was built to carry — and fuck while carrying.

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He Came So Hard His Belly Jumped

You don’t fake this kind of finish. No edge play. No teasing. Just full-body release. 💥 Like it raw? Reblog it. 📩 DM for uncensored.

He didn’t stroke. Didn’t touch. Didn’t need to.

His thighs tensed. His belly clenched so hard it visibly jumped. One deep gasp—then everything let go. His hips twitched up from the chair like he was being pulled by something inside him.

It hit fast. No warning. Just pressure, then heat, then mess.

Legs spread. Chest rising. Lips parted. And a second later: breathless, glazed over, pulsing in aftershock.

No shame. No hiding. That’s what he was built for.

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Just Before the First Cry

⚠️ This is a real, intimate childbirth moment. Not erotic. Not staged. Just raw life, seconds before a new one enters the world. ❤️ Like & reblog if this moves you. 📩 Message me if you'd like to see the uncensored version — for respectful, serious viewers only.

He wasn’t supposed to be alone in the frame. The plan was for his partner to hold his legs — just like the last time. But the final contraction came faster than expected.

The doctor had momentarily stepped aside to prepare gloves and reposition supplies. The nurse had gone to grab fresh linens. For a brief moment, there was no one right at the bedside — just the two of them.

“I think he’s almost here,” Max said through clenched teeth, breath ragged, voice full of disbelief and focus. “I can feel him — right there.”

Jordan stood frozen, wide-eyed, watching the bulge shift visibly between Max’s legs. And then, as if on instinct, he reached for his phone with trembling hands and raised it.

“If he comes and it’s just you here… take the photo. I want to remember that moment — just the two of us.”

The baby’s crown was fully visible now, gently stretching the rim of skin and muscle. The image looked impossible, overwhelming — but real. Raw. Beautiful, in a brutal kind of way.

Then — click.

The shutter sounded at the exact moment Max let out a low, guttural cry. Not a scream — something deeper. Older. Animal and human at once. His body bore down involuntarily as a ripple of contraction clenched around his abdomen like a vise. His thighs quivered. The sphincter, already stretched, shuddered under the weight of the child bearing through it.

Jordan dropped the phone to the table, rushed forward, and caught Max’s leg in both arms just as the doctor returned.

“You’re almost there,” he said firmly, pulling on gloves in a smooth motion. His eyes darted briefly to the baby’s crown. “You’re crowning beautifully. Let your body do the work, Max.”

Max didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His entire being was focused on one singular task — bringing their son into the world, one final inch at a time.

Observation: Fetal head is visibly crowning at the anal opening. The perianal and rectal tissue has stretched concentrically with minimal edema. The anal sphincter is maximally dilated and under sustained outward pressure. No laceration observed. Tissue is blanching under strain but remains intact. Contractions are synchronized with bearing-down efforts. Pelvic floor muscles are fully engaged. The anterior rotation of the fetal head is progressing naturally with expulsion effort. No instrumentation indicated. Estimated time to full delivery of the head: ≤ 30 seconds if current push strength is maintained. Risk: Minor for superficial tear. Episiotomy not indicated unless signs of abrupt stall or tissue compromise appear. Partner support is effective.

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FYI: My original blog was taken down — I’m appealing it, but until then I’m sharing from this backup and on X/Twitter. 💬

Golden Hour Glow

⚠️ This post contains erotic MPREG content featuring nudity and intimate themes. 💌 Uncensored version available via DM. Reblogs are appreciated for visibility. ❤️

The city lights were just waking up, but he'd been awake for hours — kept up by the weight of him, and the ache between his legs. He stood still at the window, skin hot from sunlight and hormones, his belly rising and falling with each deep breath.

He loved the way the late light made him look even fuller. Round. Heavy. Alive. And when he gently cupped himself, dragging his palm along the slope of his bump, he shivered.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured down to his belly. “You like being watched…”

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Quick note: My main blog was suspended — waiting on appeal. For now, I’ll be posting here + on X/Twitter. Thanks for sticking around. 🔁

Training for Two

⚠️ This post contains explicit MPREG content involving nudity and erotic themes. 💌 Uncensored version available via DM. Please like & reblog if you enjoy this kind of content — it helps a lot.

He wasn't lifting today — not with how low the weight inside him had dropped. Instead, he just stood in front of the mirror, hand on his belly, sweat gliding down his chest like oil, watching himself change. Breathing heavier than any workout had ever left him.

He rubbed slow circles low on his bump, where the pressure throbbed just under the surface. Even now, swollen and pulsing between his legs, he felt more turned on than tired. Like his whole body was one big ache — but he didn’t want it to stop.

“I can feel every shift, every kick,” he whispered, staring down at his belly. “He’s getting ready… and so am I.”

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Hi everyone, Tumblr is doing its thing again — my main blog, LordGripex, has been suspended. I'm currently waiting on the outcome of my appeal and hoping it's just temporary.

In the meantime, this is my first post on this backup account. I'll be sharing my work here for now, as well as over on X/Twitter. Thanks for sticking around and for all your support!

Between Contractions

⚠️ This post contains an intimate birth scene involving a pregnant male. The uncensored version of this photo is available via DM. If you enjoy this type of content, please consider liking and reblogging to support visibility.

The small log cabin was warm and silent, broken only by the occasional groan of wood under pressure—and by Adrian’s sharp breaths as he gripped his belly with trembling hands.

He was kneeling wide on a nest of towels, hips tilted forward, his legs spread to open his pelvis as much as possible. It wasn’t how they’d planned for the birth to happen — but after nearly thirty hours of labor, with most positions causing more pressure than relief, this one just… worked. It gave him control. And when your body’s opening itself from the inside, control is everything.

“Leo…” Adrian whispered, voice raw but steady. “It’s… moving. I feel it.”

From across the room, Leo looked up from a cabinet, where he was digging quickly—but carefully—for a clean pair of gloves and another compress. The last one had soaked through faster than expected, and Adrian had insisted they stay at home rather than call in help.

“I’m here,” Leo replied calmly, even though his own heart was racing. “Just getting the last set. You said you wanted to catch—if you still do, I need to be ready.”

“I do,” Adrian exhaled, bracing both hands under the heavy curve of his belly. “But hurry. It’s so low.”

Leo stepped closer now, crouching behind him, keeping a steady hand on his lower back without pushing—just anchoring him. “You’re doing incredible,” he said gently. “Just ride this next one.”

Adrian’s fingers curled over the underside of his belly, holding it like a living, shifting weight. The floor was warm beneath his knees. Every muscle in his legs trembled, not from weakness, but from raw effort.

“I can’t sit anymore,” he gasped. “It’s pushing through. This is the only way.”

Leo nodded. “You’re listening to your body. That’s exactly right.”

Adrian’s body arched slightly as the next contraction tore through him — not violent, but overwhelming in its depth. His entire focus tunneled to one feeling: downward pressure, as if his pelvis were about to split open — and in a way, it was.

The labor is in active second stage. Birther has adopted a kneeling, anterior-tilted position, which maximizes pelvic opening and utilizes gravity to assist fetal descent. The position was chosen for comfort and control after multiple others caused excessive rectal pressure.

Partner briefly stepped away to retrieve fresh sterile gloves and perineal compresses, in preparation to assist the delivery per birther’s request.

The fetal head has advanced into the rectal vault and is now producing full perineal stretch. External crowning likely imminent. Uterine activity remains coordinated; no signs of fetal distress or maternal complications.

Controlled environment. Birth team consists of partner only, at birther’s preference.