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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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You do really great work. It would be cool to see Josh Duckworth really overdue please

Josh Duckworth

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Cody had been hired as a farm hand to help as The Mrs of the household was pregnant.

Cody picked up a lot of the slack and quickly earned his place, impressing the Master of the household. Admittedly they did have a lot in common and one night, in the barn, after a few drinks the Master of the house confessed he hadn’t had sex since the Mrs had been knocked up. Cody, not being shy, offered a blowjob to help, as he said he had always found him attractive. The blowjob was show and sweet as the load fired down his throat.

Day after day they met and progressed, becoming more intense as they began fucking like rabbits, the Master loving the Cody was up for anything.

It wasn’t long before it was clear Cody was putting on weight. They all knew it wasn’t food, what wasn’t clear to them Mrs was who the father was.

Unlike the Mrs, Cody never stopped letting the Master of the household fuck him.

It was a warm summer day in the barn, he had been with the cows most of the day, incredibly uncomfortable that it began. He thought it was heartburn, then he thought he pissed himself, it was an hour or so later as he was giving birth into his overalls that he realised what was going on…

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Original morph by @lyricmorphs

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Two Ways to Let Go

📸 The images captures the beginning of the crowning phase — an intimate, powerful moment we’ll never forget. DM for the uncensored version. Like & repost if this speaks to you.

There is no single way to cross the threshold. No perfect rhythm to how the body opens — only instinct, breath, and surrender. What unites them is the inevitability. What separates them… is how they meet it.

In the first image, the body is fire. He’s upright, fierce, caught in the raw edge of now. The pressure is unbearable — but it’s not hesitation we see. It’s urgency. His breath turns to steam, rising in wisps above his open form, like a prayer escaping flesh. Every part of him is begging for release, for the final moment when tension breaks and gives way to new life.

The crowning has begun, the burn is real, and he wants it over — now.

In the second, the atmosphere shifts. Here, the moment is quiet. Heavy. Damp with sweat and emotion. He’s reclined, head bowed, hands resting on the curve of his belly as if listening inward. He’s in the same place — yet utterly different. He knows the moment is close, but he’s waiting. Gathering himself. One more breath. One more contraction. The crown is right there — but this time, there’s no need to rush.

He feels the stretch, the slow parting, but he holds — just a second more, before pushing again.

Together, these images tell the same story in two languages: urgency and patience, fire and water. Two ways to let go. Both real. Both beautiful.

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It was meant to be a gap year. He’d left home and gone overseas, leaving behind his girlfriend and life. A month in of alcohol and drugs, Zack had become a whore and even tried being with guys.

Zack looked for jobs to do to support his trip but it became more and more difficult and he learn he was carrying some random guys child.

As he planned his trip home the time came, he was alone and didn’t have the ability to get to a hospital. He pushed and agonised as he labored hours…and hours…hearing his ass. And once he delivered his son, he wrapped him up, dropped him and a hospital and traveled back home to his family.

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The Offering and the Arrival

📸 The second image captures the beginning of the cr***ing phase — an intimate, powerful moment we’ll never forget. DM for the uncensored version. Like & repost if this speaks to you.

There’s a kind of surrender that goes beyond the physical — a full-bodied openness that says, I trust you. I’m ready. The first image captures that precise moment. Vulnerability meets desire, tension builds, and everything waits — on the edge of transformation.

What followed was not rushed, but inevitable. Months passed, and the body remembered. It stretched again — not in invitation, but in release. On the bed, with light streaming through the curtains, the pressure reached its peak. And just when everything felt impossibly full, the moment came.

The second image was taken by my partner — hands trembling, heart pounding — and it perfectly caught the instant of crowning. That split second when what had been building for so long began to emerge. It’s raw, intense, and utterly unforgettable. We’ll return to that memory often… not just because of what was captured, but because of what we shared in that moment. Trust, creation, connection.

If this resonates with you, like and repost. DM me for the uncensored version of the full sequence.

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He had been struggling for hours and hours, but the Doctor said Lou was now close, it was time.

Lou had regrets. At the time it was cute. A lil belly, it get attention, it got all the boys, he got laid when he wanted. Hot Insta pics.

But now…the pain, the realisation that he was going to have to look after this kids, forever. When was he going to be fucked again?

At the same time it felt good, it push on his prostate…and he was rock hard as he pushed and crowned.

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