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[musclesaber]

He couldn’t get enough food! No matter how much he stuffed himself, his belly was constantly growling for more. But his husband was more than happy to feed the beast and watch him swell in every direction. Little did they know why the big bear was so insatiable.

6 months later and he couldn’t stop himself from snacking at all times. Ever since they found out his husband had knocked him up with 6 big and hungry babies 8 months ago, his husband was determined to give him as much food as he wanted to grow his future boys big and strong. He couldn’t wait to see how big he gets in the next month before the birth then next year after he’s knocked him up again and with an even bigger batch of babies.

Morph done by @maxmorphs

[woodywood101blog]

Joe's pregnancy could be assumed by most people as weight gaining, except for his slightly bulging bellybutton and perky nipples. He did have to go up a couple of sizes, but at least he could just stick to the "Big and Large" sections of menswear stores.

[mctakahashi]

The fucking crocs. Ricky seems to hate his 8 month of pregnancy. Like. A lot.

[expectantdaddies]

Benito was a hard-working young cowboy known for his easygoing nature. His sunny disposition made him welcome company wherever he went - on the ranch, at rodeos, or out on the trail. Working alongside Benito never felt like work at all.

There was another reason why Benito was always included in any gathering. A single shot of tequila was all it took to make his pants fall down. Benito was easygoing and easy, and he made sure that no cowboy left a party unsatisfied when he was around. He had "saved" countless horses from all the cowboys he'd ridden.

Naturally, Benito's activities came with consequences. Most of the year, he was so heavily pregnant that he couldn't ride a horse, and he was relegated to other duties on the ranch. Pregnancy and fatherhood didn't stop Benito from being the wildest rider in the west though. That was why despite having borne three children already, all sired by different cowboys, Benito remained the favorite entertainment at any cowboy's party.

If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.

Benito, pregnant cowboy.

[burninggardendreamerzine]

[fearfulfertility]

CONFIDENTIAL LOGISTICS REPORT

DRC, Planning & Evaluation Office, Logistics & Infrastructure Division

Date: [REDACTED]

To: Director [REDACTED]

From: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

Subject: Facility Expansion: New Paternity Compound Construction

Executive Summary

This report outlines the ongoing expansion of DRC-operated paternity compounds across several strategic locations nationwide. In response to increasing insemination rates and projected surrogacy demands, we have begun constructing new high-capacity compounds to accommodate more surrogates. These expansions will enable the DRC to streamline the conscription process, optimize surrogacy cycles, and ensure our ability to meet the population sustainability targets outlined for the next fiscal period.

The new compounds focus on enhanced security, specialized medical equipment, and increased surrogacy capacity.

I. Facility Expansion Overview

Strategic Locations and Site Selection

To ensure regional coverage and minimize travel time to detain and inseminated surrogates, the DRC has approved the construction of [REDACTED] new paternity compounds in FEMA Zones 4, 6, 7, and 8. These facilities will be situated in [REDACTED] areas, selected for their proximity to population centers, existing transport infrastructure, and relative isolation, ensuring operational security.

Zone 4: Atlanta, GA

Zone 6: Houston, TX

Zone 7: Omaha, NE

Zone 8: Denver, CO

Each compound is designed to accommodate [REDACTED] surrogates at any given time, with the ability to scale up to [REDACTED] in emergencies. Construction is scheduled for completion within the next [REDACTED] months, with the first inspections set to begin by [REDACTED] this year.

Paternity Compound Design Features:

High-Capacity Paternity Wards: Each compound contains specialized wards designed to manage surrogates carrying up to sedecatuplets (16), with private rooms for those at risk of premature labor.

Enhanced Monitoring Systems: Advanced surveillance and biometric monitoring ensure constant oversight and swift response to emergencies.

Security Enhancements: Reinforced containment protocols, secure access points, and patrol routes have been established to prevent unauthorized access and ensure surrogate compliance.

II. Specialized Equipment and Medical Support

Given the unique demands and expectations placed on surrogates, each paternity compound will be equipped with advanced medical infrastructure to ensure the safety and effective management of extreme weight gain, reduced mobility, and increased risks of organ stress.

Key Equipment and Infrastructure:

Reinforced Support Beds: Traditional hospital beds have proven insufficient for surrogates carrying high multiples, whose pregnancies can lead to total weight gains exceeding 200 lbs. Each ward will feature reinforced, adjustable support beds capable of accommodating extreme weights. These beds will be equipped with pressure-relief systems to minimize discomfort and reduce the risk of bedsores for near-immobile surrogates.

“I hate that I’m here! But… all I have is this bed! I can’t move, I can’t breathe half the time, but at least I have a fucking memory foam mattress!” - Surrogate S118-176-J, 27 days pregnant with decatuplets (10)

Automated Feeding & Hydration Systems: Automated systems will ensure continuous nutrition and hydration to support surrogates with reduced mobility. Given the caloric intake requirements for such pregnancies, these systems will monitor and adjust fluid and nutrient delivery, reducing the need for frequent staff intervention.

“I’m basically just a machine now, aren’t I? They hook me up, pump me full of these stupid protein shakes, and keep me breathing so I can keep carrying these bowling ball-sized kids. It’s disgusting!” - Surrogate S117-138-N, 18 days pregnant with quattuordecatuplets (14)

Custom Mobility Aids: Custom-designed lift systems and mobility aids will be integrated into each ward to facilitate the movement of surrogates. These devices will allow for safe repositioning, transfers to specialized birthing chairs, and support during transport.

“I don’t know how they expect us to move with this much weight on us. Even standing feels like my legs are going to snap. Those lifts? They’re humiliating... but without them, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed at all.” - Surrogate S120-494-P, 30 days into a sedecatuplets (16) pregnancy

Advanced Fetal Monitoring: Each compound will have real-time ultrasound and biometric monitoring stations to track fetal development. Given the accelerated gestational period, these systems will continuously update fetal positioning, size, and viability, enabling rapid response to complications.

"It’s terrifying. Knowing how big they are, how many there are… they’re not coming out normal. When I finally pop them all out, they’ll get better care than I ever did!" - Surrogate S119-667-N, 22 days pregnant with hendecatuplets (14)

Dedicated Obstetrics & Neonatal Care Units: Immediate neonatal care is essential, and each compound will include state-of-the-art neonatal intensive care units (NICUs) to support newborns. Advanced incubators and respiratory support systems will ensure the survival of even the most premature babies.

"They always tell me how important it is to ensure the babies survive, even if I don’t. I get it, I do… but knowing there’s a whole team of people ready to take over the second I’m gone? It’s like they’ve already decided how this ends." - Surrogate S117-856-M, 8 days pregnant with tridecatuplets (13)

Pain Management and Sedation Systems: Surrogates will experience extreme discomfort and physical strain. Each paternity ward will be equipped with integrated IV pain management systems, allowing for both localized and systemic pain relief. Sedation protocols can be initiated remotely if a surrogate's distress becomes vocal, ensuring they can not incite civil disorder.

“I’m so big I can’t even see my dick, which is now buried under all these babies and fat. I’d be lying if I said the meds didn't help to blitz me out of my mind... a caring them I'm a gigantic incubator now.” - Surrogate S119-461-L, 11 days pregnant with dodecatuplets (12)

Future Equipment Developments: Research teams are exploring next-generation mobility aids, including exoskeleton support harnesses, to provide mobility assistance for late-term surrogates. These innovations aim to improve surrogate survival to deliver full-term pregnancies. Once available, prototypes will be tested in select compounds.

III. Expansion Strategy: Future Projections and Scaling

Projected Surrogacy Demand: With the increase in insemination rates, each compound is expected to handle up to [REDACTED] inseminations per month once fully operational. This translates to a need for approximately [REDACTED] newborns annually to meet population sustainability targets. Our current projections indicate that these numbers are achievable.

IV. Conclusion and Recommendations

The successful construction and operation of these new paternity compounds are critical to effectively maintaining the DRC’s ability to enforce surrogacy mandates. Our specialized equipment and infrastructure improvements will ensure we meet demands while preserving control over our surrogate.

Report submitted by: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

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To: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

From: Director [REDACTED], DRC

Subject: RE: Facility Expansion: New Paternity Compound Construction

Dear Mr. [REDACTED],

I’ve reviewed the latest progress report on the new Paternity Compounds, and I must commend your team on the impressive strides made thus far, even with the ambitious timeline we’ve set.

I have been particularly interested in the improvements to our birthing suites. As you are well aware, managing multiple pregnancies presents unique challenges.

We are entering a critical phase. I want to emphasize that these upcoming births will set a precedent for all future operations. The successful use of these new facilities will allow us to demonstrate that our methods ensure the next generation's survival and that we can handle the demands without sacrificing efficiency or outcomes.

I look forward to seeing the first results when the initial surrogates reach full term and the birthing suites are fully operational.

Keep up the excellent work, and do not hesitate to reach out if additional resources or support are needed to ensure success.

Regards, Director [REDACTED]

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[psylosophers-blog]

He was just dating a guy at the gym, but the his life changed. You know how!

[woodywood101blog]

It’s been 5 years since Nick had his second child and told his partner, Brad, that “The library is closed”. Of course, Brad never quite believed he was done with having kids. If anything, the urge became more pronounced as time went on. Nick would have these waves of excitement when one of his friends announces they are having kids, or really anytime someone mentions kids. Of course, Brad had great joy in saying, “Ah, but the library is closed, remember?” Nick would then squirm and say, “Oh… true”.

At the same time, Nick was happy to have some sort of semblance of a male figure again. Now that the kids were in school, and he was back in full-time work, he had some time again to get back to the gym, which allowed him to regain most of his muscle back, the one that helped Brad fall in love with him in the first place.

It also meant that Nick and Brad were back on a regular schedule in the bedroom too. They had more time to do what they enjoyed the most with each other - having sex for fun. However, they did all they could to prevent Nick getting pregnant again, so it was all protected sex. Except for one night…

Nick and Brad went out for a date night, which involved dropping the kids off at Brad’s parents house, then going to their favourite local bar for drinks and dinner. It was also a strict “one look at the phone” type of date, because Brad realised very early on that Nick stresses about the kids all the time. Even during the breastfeeding stages, Nick would worry that he wasn’t giving them enough milk, so read up on how to produce more milk naturally. It worked so well that Nick now has slightly puffy pecs for good.

Their date night slowly turned into more drinks than food, and sure enough they got to a local gay club at an ungodly hour, kissing on the dancefloor in a sickeningly romantic way while charli xcx blasted in the background. Brad then whispered in Nick’s ear, “Let’s book a hotel room for tonight.” 

Nick whimpered in pure drunken lust as they left the club, with Brad sliding his hands down the back of Nick’s jeans to touch his puckering hole.

***

8 weeks later, Nick looked at his reflection in the mirror and noticed his abs were looking bloated more than usual. He wondered if his metabolism was starting to slow down, or if he ate something dodgy the night before that’s just causing a temporary bloat.

It wasn’t until he walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen that the first sign of something wrong. Brad was cooking bacon and eggs when the smell of the scrambled eggs made Nick immediately run back to the bathroom and vomit profusely.

Brad turned the stove off to go and check on Nick. He knocked on the door.

“Hey Nick, you okay babe?”

“Fuck off, Brad! I’m fine!”

“Sure you’re fine. This is just like every other morning, vomiting at the mere sight of my bacon and eggs.”

Immediately after hearing the word ‘eggs’, Nick threw up even more.

“Right, I’m going to the pharmacist today and grabbing some pregnancy tests.” Brad said while walking away.

“Fuck off, Brad. I’m not pregnant! We used -” Nick stopped when he realised they didn’t use protection on their date night.

“Oh, fuck me dead…” Nick said as he leaned back into the toilet bowl to vomit again.

***

Positive.

Nick looked down at the three pregnancy tests, running through every possible option. He really didn’t want to go through another pregnancy. While he loves his kids, and loved the feeling of being pregnant, he knew that he and Brad didn’t really have the space, time or energy to go through the rigmarole with a third child.

But he also knew that this child was conceived of love, albeit drunken love. He knew that even if he and Brad were getting older and more tired, this child would still be so loved, even if it meant going through another pregnancy and all that came from it.

He opened the door, where Brad was nervously standing outside, much like the previous two times. Nick played on Brad’s nerves by looking completely serious for a couple of seconds, before grinning and nodding. Brad jumped and laughed in excitement, kissing Nick deeply. The two kids wandered out to see what was happening.

“Daddy’s pregnant, kids!” Brad exclaimed. Nick laughed as the kids ran to him and hugged his legs, screaming and laughing.

Yep, I’m pregnant, Nick thought.

***

What Nick didn’t know was how pregnant he was.

A couple of weeks later, at only 12 weeks pregnant, Nick walked towards the kitchen where Brad was cooking the usual bacon and eggs. Brad was excited that Nick was starting to move beyond the morning sickness stage of pregnancy.

“Hey babe, do I look bigger this time around?” Nick asked as he stood and held his belly.

“Well, you seem to be eating a lot more this time around, babe? It might just be because you’re older, your body knows you need more energy.”

“But I swear I looked this big at 24 or 28 weeks, not 12 weeks? I’ve already skipped past the jeans I wore in the first trimester and gone to the jeans I wore in the second trimester.”

“Hmm… do you want to see Ben to find out what’s happening?”

“Yes. I just have this weird feeling that something's wrong.”

“Babe, nothing’s wrong - if anything, you’re looking more glowing than ever.”

Nick chuckled. “Right, thanks babe.” He kissed Brad on the cheek and walked towards the table to sit with the kids.

***

“So, back again, Nick…. Congratulations! I can see you’re coming along nicely for your 20 week scan?” Ben, Nick’s obstetrician, asked.

“Well, that’s actually why I wanted to come here. I’m actually only 13 weeks, so I just want to be sure I’m not going through a weird phantom pregnancy. I googled about -” Nick started.

“Okay Nick, Dr Google also says that every single thing under the sun will give you cancer, so let’s just lay you down and see what’s happening.”

Nick laid down on the bench and rolled his shirt up. Ben looked curiously at Nick’s belly. “Say, it’s not too common for the bellybutton to be looking shallow this early on in pregnancy. I have a feeling you might be carrying multiples, Nick.”

Ben squirted gel onto the ultrasound wand and started moving it around Nick’s belly. Nick looked up at the screen in confusion.

“What do you see, Ben?”

Ben looked intensely at the screen, counting.

“Ben? You’re taking a while to count… that’s not a good sign.”

After a couple more seconds, Ben looked down towards Nick and said quietly, “Seven. I see seven foetuses.”

Nick’s face went white with horror as he looked back at the ultrasound screen, counting seven little specks on the screen.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and talk through your options. By coming in now, there are options for you to ensure you have a safe pregnancy.”

“With all seven?” Nick asked as he stood up and walked back towards Ben’s desk, wiping the gel off his belly.

“Well, that’s up to you. We’re still within the time period where you could terminate some of the foetuses -”

“How many?”

“Well.. with larger sets of multiples, we typically discuss with the parents about bringing it to a more manageable number, like 2 or 3.”

“So 4 or 5 of these foetuses should be terminated?”

“In my professional medical opinion, yes. We still don’t know too much about men carrying larger sets of multiples. Only one man in research carried 4. We don’t know too much about the risks, but if female pregnancies are anything to go by, more than 4 babies are incredibly risky for both the mother and the babies.”

Nick looked back down towards his belly, tapping his fingers lightly seven times. His mind was swirling with hundreds of thoughts.

“Tell you what, go home, have a chat with Brad, and let’s rebook another appointment later this week. We need to make a decision soon so that, if you do decide to terminate some of the foetuses, it’s a safer operation for all.” Ben said.

Nick nodded and shook Ben’s hand. “Thanks, Ben. We’ll chat on Friday.”

***

Friday rolled around, and Nick sat up in bed groaning. He already ‘felt’ pregnant, with the babies starting to shift lower towards his pelvis. He was intrigued by the fact that he was still early enough in his pregnancy that he didn’t feel the babies move or kick. It did make him wonder how it will go later on in the pregnancy when all seven babies kick up a fuss.

Brad was already cooking the bacon and eggs, giving a larger plate to Nick. Nick smiled as he sat down with a small grunt.

“So, ready for Ben today?” Brad asked.

“I think I’ve made my decision.”

“Okay, that’s all that matters to me. Regardless of your choice, I’m here with you all the way.”

Brad took Nick’s hands and smiled. Nick started tearing up. “Oh, I didn’t miss these fucking hormones.”

“Well, your hormones are currently supercharged, babe! And only going to get worse over the coming months.”

“Tell me about it…”

***

Brad and Nick go to Ben’s office later that morning. “So good to see you two. Hope you’re doing well, Brad?”

“Doing very well, Ben. Bit of a surprise, I must say!”

“Well, safe to say you’ve got super swimmers, and Nick is very fertile. Right, let’s talk through what to do...”

“I’m keeping the seven.” Nick said bluntly.

Ben and Brad looked at Nick, Brad looking more confused than Ben, who seemed slightly concerned.

“What? I’m keeping the seven. If you want to include me in research, I’ll sign whatever is needed. This clearly happened for a reason, so the only reason any one of these foetuses are being terminated is if I’m at risk of dying.”

Ben looked towards Brad, who was still in a state of surprise. “I mean, we discussed the idea of keeping them, but I wasn’t sure if that was what you wanted.”

“I’m sure. We can make it work. We might need to buy a bigger place, but that will be fine. You just got promoted!”

“Yeah, but that would mean we need a place with at least 4 or 5 bedrooms, babe!”

“Again, it’ll be fine. With your promotion and my stable income where I work from home full-time, we will manage.”

Brad turned back around towards Ben, nervously smiling and said, “I guess we’re keeping them?”

Ben smiled nervously. “Okay, it is possible, but I do warn you we are going into completely unknown territory, so expect me to say ‘I don’t know’ a lot. Understood?”

Nick and Brad nodded. “Thanks, Ben.” Nick smiled.

***

Nick and Brad were amazed by how rapidly Nick grew…

... over the following weeks. 

Brad looked at Nick with a deep sense of lust, seeing Nick’s puffy pecs bloating more rapidly than ever before, his hips and ass widening further than ever before, and Nick grunting, moaning and groaning at every movement, kick and repositioning each of the seven babies made.

Nick was in a surreal state of bliss through the months. He became more and more certain he made the right decision, when he felt their first kicks, he felt his first Braxton-Hicks contraction, and even when he felt his first horned-up reaction to Brad swiping at his bloated nipples. Nick loved every moment of it.

Nick realised that at 24 weeks, he already looked like he was full-term, which made him both nervous and excited to see how much further his belly would grow. He was standing in their bedroom when Brad walked in, seeing Nick look at himself in the mirror.

“Babe, I don’t think you could call these pecs anymore…” as Nick turned around and lifted his shirt over his chest, revealing two engorged pecs that appeared fatty. Brad’s eyes stared directly at the two massive nipples poking out from Nick’s ‘breasts’. They were red and swollen, and looked ready to feed their kids.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so…” Brad said airily.

“Brad, my eyes are up here.” Nick chuckled as Brad shook his head and looked back up at Nick.

“I guess it’s… just… amazing… hot… boobs.” Brad slurred as he looked back down at Nick’s transformed body. Brad then leapt towards Nick’s right nipple and latched on, causing Nick to gasp and moan as a river of milk started pouring out of his nipples. Nick slowly moved to sit at the bed, while Brad continued sucking.

“Babe, don’t waste it all, and at least take some from the other nipples so my boobs look even.”

Brad nodded like a child and moved towards Nick’s left nipple, causing Nick to moan even more. Nick felt waves of hormones course through him, heading directly towards his hardening dick.

“Babe, there’s one more place you need to milk me from..” Nick gasped. Brad looked up at Nick and grinned when Nick lowered his sweatpants to reveal his hard dick.

That moment triggered a whole new part of Nick and Brad’s daily routine. Every night, once the kids were in bed, Brad would crawl towards Nick’s side of the bed, where Nick would open his bra to reveal his dribbling pecs. Brad licked his lips as he latched onto the nipples to taste the fresh, warm milk. The only noises then would be Nick’s moans of pleasure and Brad’s lips sucking Nick’s pecs dry.

“Thanks, babe. You sure know how to make me relaxed.” Nick said as he closed his bra again.

“Of course, babe. And you know how to make me the happiest man alive… Milkman!” Brad laughed.

Nick lightly punched Brad’s arm.

***

Nick and Brad were seeing Ben on a weekly basis until 28 weeks, when they saw him twice a week.

“In theory, Nick should have started experiencing contractions this week, but as far as I can tell, you’re only experiencing Braxton-Hicks contractions, your birthing cavity is still shut tight, and your amniotic sac has not ruptured.”

Nick looked up at Ben while he was looking at the ultrasound screen. “So, should I be induced?”

“I guess we could look at that, but you’re also a fit and healthy man to begin with, so we could explore seeing how far you would go with the seven kids. As soon as you start feeling contractions, call me directly and I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

***

Nick and Brad decided to keep going without being induced. Nick didn’t feel any need to do so when he still felt fine - as fine as could be when you’re carrying a belly the size of a country fair show watermelon in front of you. While Nick continued to not feel any labour pains, he did feel every other movement and pain across his body. His legs struggled when he stood up straight, and each step would cause his body to jiggle, which in turn caused the seven babies to kick up a storm. He lost sensation in his legs and feet each time he sat down.

Nick’s kids loved seeing how big his belly was. They started playing a game where they would hide under Nick’s belly while he was standing up. Nick didn’t feel comfortable at first, as it emphasised how big he had gotten, but when he realised how happy it made his kids, he decided to play along.

Brad came home from work one afternoon and saw what was happening. He saw Nick standing, leaning his hands against the table while the two kids were happily playing cowboys and aliens.

“Uhh, what’s going on here? Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. The kids are playing with cowboys and aliens…”

“And daddy’s a cloud!” One of their kids exclaimed.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, the kids realised how big my belly is and started using it as part of their games… It’s fine, it’s harmless!” Nick said as he saw Brad’s eyebrow raise in concern.

“Alright, then… who’s ready for dinner?”

***

At 36 weeks, Nick’s belly looked like a blimp stuck out in front of him. He resorted to wearing just a bra and XXXXL sweatpants which still struggled to fit over his massive backside and thickened thighs.

Nick generally stayed in bed these past few weeks, as his belly made it impossible to stand up and walk for long periods of time, and most of the chairs in the house buckled under his weight.

The kids would come in and see Nick each morning, kissing Nick and then kissing the belly before they ran off with Brad to get dropped off to childcare and school. Nick smiled when he saw the kids wave again and waved back from the window, but looked with a pang of sadness as he realised he couldn’t do the drop off or pick up like he usually would because of the seven kids in his humongous belly.

He groaned as he tried to get himself upright in bed, and groaned further when the babies sat deeply in his hips and over his thighs.

“Right, let’s see if I can get up in one go still.” he exclaimed.

“One… two… three!” Nick gasped as he swung himself up and felt his thighs and calves burn in pain, and his hips stretch further to account for the weight redistribution. His pecs wobbled, which was enough to cause his nipples to trickle drops of milk onto his belly.

After slowly waddling towards his wardrobe to put on his usual bra and sweatpants combination, he made the long trek towards the kitchen. In the time it took for Nick to get to the kitchen, Brad was already back home.

“Oh, hello again!” Nick said as he slowly turned around, holding his hands under the massive belly.

“Hello, sexy!” Brad moaned as he took in the sight of his beautiful husband.

“Ugh, I feel anything but sexy today. It took me 30 minutes, it seems, to put on a bra and sweatpants!”

“Well, do you want to set a record for how quickly those can be taken off?” Brad replied as he walked towards the back of Nick, kissing his shoulders and rubbing Nick’s pecs.

As Brad started to unclip Nick’s bra, Nick moaned in delight, but quickly shook his head. “No, we have a lot that needs to be done today, and I -” Nick stopped as he felt a small jab of pain in his lower back. “Oh…”

“First contraction?” Brad asked, looking for signs on Nick’s face that it was a contraction.

“I think so? Hey Siri, start a stopwatch.” Nick said. “There, now we can see how long it’ll be until the next contraction, and then we’ll call Ben.”

“Deal. Great timing that today is a work from home day for me, isn’t it?” Brad said as he walked towards the fridge and grabbed a bottle of milk to go with his cup of coffee.

“You know, although I don’t feel sexy right now… do you need milk for your coffee?” Nick said as he unclipped his bra and squirted milk into Brad’s coffee. Nick could see Brad’s dick hardening in his pants as he took a sip of his coffee laced with creamy breast milk.

20 minutes later, Nick was sitting and watching TV, while having his breasts pumped through a new machine he bought a couple of weeks before, when he felt a sharper contraction. “Hey Siri, STOP THE STOPWATCH!” Nick screamed as he felt his contraction peak. Brad came running out of the home office and saw Nick puff through the contraction.

“Is it really that strong?”

“Call… Ben… NOW!”

Brad drives responsibly most of the time, but this is one moment where speeding was the rule, not the exception. Nick was groaning in the seat next of him, rubbing his belly as each contraction got stronger and closer together.

“Babe, please don’t push. We’re almost there.” Brad said.

“Ughh, I’m trying so hard-AHHHH!” Nick screamed as another contraction pounded across his body and towards his ass. “It really feels like one of them is already wanting to come out!”

At that moment, they got to the entrance of the hospital, where Ben was standing there with a large wheelchair, smiling. Nick looked with concern at the wheelchair, wondering if it could handle his weight, let alone if he fit in it.

“Hello Brad, and hello Nick! You’re already checked in, so I’ll just send Nick to the room while you go and park the car.” Ben said. However, when Brad opened the door to see Nick squished inside the car, with his expanded belly taking over his entire body, Ben gulped with fear.

“I think… I’m… crowning!” Nick huffed.

***

Five hours later, Nick managed to naturally birth all seven of the babies. Brad looked in absolute awe at Nick’s sheer determination to ensure these kids came out healthily. Ben was amazed at how flexible Nick’s anal cavity was in continuing to pump baby after baby out.

Nick, meanwhile, had waves of emotions and hormones blasting through him, making him so proud of his babies. He cried as he birthed the placenta and felt the first set of babies move to his swollen breasts to be fed. Brad also cried in joy, while Ben also shed a tear in wonder.

A couple of hours later, Brad’s parents arrived with their kids, who ran into the delivery room in awe at the seven cots sitting in the room with their new siblings. They got into the bed and cuddled Nick, who beamed with joy at the sight of all 9 of his children in the one room.

As Brad’s parents left with the two older kids and all the newborns were moved to the nursery, Brad moved into the bed and cuddled Nick, massaging his tender belly. Nick quickly looked around the room before removing his bra and moving one of his nipples to Brad, who gleefully started sucking.

After a minute of sucking, Brad released with a pop sound and looked up at Nick. “You’re incredible, Nick. I love you.”

“I love you too, Brad… oh, and the library is definitely closed now!”

Brad chuckled. “We’ll see about that…” as he moved back towards Nick’s nipple and continued sucking milk. Nick glanced over to the window and whispered, “We’ll see…”

[mctakahashi]

Hehe I asked my twitter which Jayce and Viktor would be (girl dads or boy dads) all said girl dads so this is that! Idk I might change her eyes but even so she’s a cutie

[expectantdaddies]

Orville, a seasoned cowboy with a wandering spirit, had never put down roots in one place. He drifted from town to town, working on various ranches and always moving on when he felt it was time. Orville's life was simple—work as a cowboy and chase the next adventure.

When fate led him to the Lazy Mule Ranch, owned by the gruff and short-tempered Abe, Orville saw it as just another stop along his journey. He figured he'd stay for a month or two, earn some money, then ride off into the sunset.

Abe was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to clash with anyone who got in his way. His brash attitude often rubbed his cowboys the wrong way. But Orville's easygoing nature proved to be the perfect foil for Abe's temper. Somehow, Orville had an uncanny ability to defuse even the most heated situations.

As time passed, a month turned into two, and before either man knew it, they were spending their nights together. The once temporary arrangement was evolving into something more meaningful.

When Orville's belly began to swell with child, Abe worked his charm to convince him to stay at the Lazy Mule until the baby arrived. To everyone's surprise, Orville agreed. It seemed that this wandering cowboy had finally found a place he could call home.

As Orville's pregnancy progressed, both men discovered a newfound appreciation for domestic life and stability. Abe's rough edges softened in the presence of his partner, and Orville found himself embracing this unexpected chapter.

If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.

Orville, pregnant cowboy.

[blkdaddie]

I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on...

I just want a baby with the right one ...

[fearfulfertility]

CONFIDENTIAL MEETING TRANSCRIPT

DRC, Medical Ethics & Compliance Division

Date: [REDACTED]

Subject: Above Average Fetal Quotas in Low Compliance Areas

Location: Paternity Compound [REDACTED], Unsecure Conference Room

Attendees:

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager, Insemination Operations

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator, Compound Oversight

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Bioethicist

I… I need to voice my concerns again, Doctor. I understand the need for productivity, but these insemination rates already exceed what we know is a risky quota. We're well beyond the original operational guidelines that were put in place by HQ.

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

Doctor, we've had this conversation... twice this week already. The DRC's objectives are clear, and compliance rates should be raised. And [REDACTED] City has the lowest surrogacy conscription rates for all of Zone 6, which has the lowest rates for the entire country. With so few surrogates, increasing embryos is the only way to meet our quotas this quarter. I'd love to hear if you've found a way to double conscription rates by just waving your hands.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

But... but... the physicality of it, Doctor. These surrogates... men, are not just numbers on a ledger. They're carrying life in multiples beyond the body's capacity, well beyond what our medicine says is natural. We are knowingly creating a dangerous scenario… and for what? Marginal increases in birth quotas?

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

While I appreciate your… concern for the surrogates' livelihood, we must remain objective. This isn't a hypothetical situation where we have the luxury of prioritizing ideals over results. We have mandates, strict deadlines, and expectations from the highest levels. The DRC is operating under intense pressure to show progress. We've all seen the latest reports on our population projections. Desperate times, as they say, call for desperate measures.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

My concern is ethical, not emotional, Doctor. If I seem… invested, I can't help but think that pushing them to such extremes… to see them filled so… utterly... borders on sadistic indulgence at best. We cannot simply keep filling them up like a fish tank. The latest reports put our average pregnancy quota at 16 births per surrogate, and I know that the quota is higher now. This is too much for them, and their bodies can only hold so much.

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

"Borders on indulgence," you say? Interesting choice of words. But you know as well as I do that every additional fetus we bring to term brings us just barely into alignment with the national average. As uncomfortable as you are with their situation, your… fixation on the morality of the situation is, frankly, irrelevant.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

It's hardly a fixation, Doctor. It's a… concern for their wellbeing. They're under endless strain, stretching and expanding, filled to their limits with life… and yet, we expect each new batch to endure more. Are we prepared to reduce these surrogates to mere vessels? Some of these men are barely adults, scoped up the moment they've hit the age of majority. And we're pushing them to physical extremes with little regard for the aftermath.

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

The aftermath is a healthy generation that will keep this country from falling into the dustbin of history.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

Let me put this in concrete terms, Doctor. Consider the case of Surrogate S116-5221-O, who was conscripted at 18 and carrying 15 fetuses not three weeks after his birthday. The strain was so extreme that he required round-the-clock oxygen, feeding, and hydration to maintain his basic stability. His organs were compressed to such an extent that by Day 22, he couldn't breathe without assistance. Is this truly the level of strain we consider acceptable?

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

Yes, I recall S116-5221-O. However, as I mentioned, we specifically selected him due to his exceptional physique and vital health metrics. Despite the discomfort, he still brought each of those fetuses to term at a healthy birth weight and helped us meet our targets that quarter—an overall success in our otherwise abysmal quarter.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

Success story? Surrogate S116-5221-O was so big we needed a forklift to move him to the birthing wing. And he's not the only one. Surrogate S116-4418-Q was assigned 17 embryos, a record for our unit. By his second week, he was bedridden and needed to be suspended from the ceiling lest his womb crush him. He spent his final days hanging from the rafters, delirious from the strain. Are we to pretend that these outcomes are acceptable, let alone humane?

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

Every surrogate conscripted will suffer some potential risks. No one denies the burden they bear, but each successful delivery justifies the process. Their lives, tragically short as they may be, are meaningful in the contributions they make.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

Their lives are defined only by our demands, Doctor. We are bending them, breaking them, for output at a volume beyond any semblance of human decency. I can't look at cases like Surrogate S116-4418-Q and rationalize that level of suffering simply because it fits our agenda. This will not end well—morally or operationally.

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

Your concerns have been noted, Doctor, but let's keep sight of our objective here. We both know that the alternative. I'm sure they'd appreciate the DRC not enacting martial law or forcing raids on their families. We're weighing one outcome against another, and while it's not ideal, we're dealing with the greater good here. Besides, we're not enforcing this on every surrogate. Only the most robust candidates are selected for high multiples based on their physiological indicators. We're not arbitrarily assigning high embryo counts.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

We must consider the limits of the human body, Doctor. And seeing these men in their… altered states, each with bodies so... distended, reminds us of our ethical boundaries. If we push them further, we risk turning this program into a grotesque display rather than a scientifically sound operation.

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

Such high ideals for the precarious situation we're in, Doctor. It's time we refocused on the logistics rather than the aesthetics of the problem. I'll take your concerns under advisement. However, we will proceed with the current embryo protocols unless I receive a directive to change course. Besides their surrogates... we have a legal right to do as we see fit to preserve our way of life, even at the expense of theirs.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

Legal obligation does not absolve us of ethical responsibility. They are conscripts, but that doesn't mean they are disposable. We must maintain some semblance of humanity in our processes. This notion that quotas justify any means will backfire. It's only a matter of time until public scrutiny catches up, and then we'll be accountable for every life lost under our care.

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

Public scrutiny is not my concern. Meeting our birth quotas is. And, respectfully, the stakes are high enough that certain compromises must be made. These surrogates, as tragic as their fates may be, are providing an irreplaceable service to society. Their contribution is paramount.

If we cut back, we will lose ground, and soon, we will be too far behind to make any difference.

Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager

Let me be equally clear, then. I will formally request a review of these practices. There is a line, Doctor, and we are perilously close to crossing it. I will be escalating this to the Director's office.

Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator

You're welcome to try. But we'll continue with these measures until instructed otherwise.

[Transcript ends.]

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Memorandum

Following a formal complaint submitted by Dr. [REDACTED], Senior Manager of Insemination Operations, to DRC Headquarters regarding operational protocols and perceived ethical concerns, HQ conducted a preliminary review and determined that no formal investigation was warranted. Dr. [REDACTED] was subsequently placed on probation for insubordination due to his ongoing objections to established protocols. After observation and review by HR, Dr. [REDACTED] has been reassigned to the Anchorage Office, where he will continue supporting DRC’s initiatives under adjusted responsibilities.

In parallel, Dr. [REDACTED], Administrator, Paternity Compound [REDACTED], [REDACTED] City, has been recognized with a personal achievement award. This award acknowledges Dr. [REDACTED]’s dedication to maintaining and exceeding local birth quotas amidst low surrogacy compliance rates. His contributions have been instrumental in stabilizing output levels despite challenges.

End of Memorandum

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[psylosophers-blog]

He feels the baby will come out soon!

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Step-Son MPreg

CW- mpreg, sex, language, Step-Son X Step-Dad storyline

I always fancied my step-dad since i met him i thought he was hot, hes a classic himbo, hes tall, muscly, blonde and stupid as can be.

I never knew if he was purposefully flirting with me of was just too stupid to understand it was wrong, but it being wrong made me so horny, id often wank off after he’d compare our hand sizes, snuggle up to me or even bend over to empty the dishwasher, anything and everything he did turned me on so hard! he always wore clothes that left nothing to the imagination, short-shorts, crop-tops or no tops! My actual dad loved this about him and it made me so jealous seeing them cuddle and kiss and then one day… my dad went on a business trip. it was now or never.

i came downstairs in my dressing-gown and boxers showing off my abs and mediocre pecs i walked into the living room to my step-dad half asleep on the couch only in his briefs and white running socks, sweating and scratching his perfect body when he saw me he woke up a little and pushed a finger into his underwear suggestively “oh… hey man” he said in a gruff half awake voice “h-hey” i stammered taken aback by how horny he already seemed my cock visibly swelled in my already tight boxers. he glanced down to it quickly and blushed “come here pal i have something to show you” he said gesturing for me to walk over- i follow his orders and sit next to him, he places his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep long kiss. i rest my hand on his groin and feel his cock twitch and harden through his pants i then slowly kiss his neck, then his chest, then his abs until his beautiful totem-pole of a cock is in-front of my face. i confidently slip it all into my throat in one go and he lets out a little moan.

i suck him off for what feels like an hour before he pulls me up by my armpits and spins me around, he lifts my dressing gown up and squeezes my ass before bending me over the couch as he teases my underwear down making my cock twitch due to the prolonged friction, he then rubs the head of his penis along the outside of my un-used hole while i beg for his cock i then moan loudly as he slides it all in at once. he grabs the hair on the back of my head and holds my cock in the other one of his massive veiny hands his expert technique instantly turns me into a worthless hole only purpose is to please him, after a few hours of fucking and cumming we fall asleep on the couch naked together.

after a few more days of constant fucking, sucking and cumming my real dad comes home and we have to start being discrete, doing it in one of our cars or while hes away or even just quietly under the kitchen table, the closer he is, the hotter we find it.

after months of this i notice a small ball in the centre of my stomach while getting dressed i think nothing of it and carry on and on until its too obvious to hide under baggy clothes, i tell people im just bulking cause i want to build mass, i wanted to believe it but me and my step dad knew it was more.

his cum must be super-human i quickly became the biggest pregnant person id ever seen i stuck to my story but less and less people believed it that was when my dad confronted me “hey buddy!” he said putting his head around my door into my room as i lay weighted down by my planet-belly, “ive noticed that your clearly pregnant” i try to sit up and defend myself but it takes me far to long to even start bending my mid-section “you dont need to deny it i know what it looks like-you where one hell of a baby! anyway i was just wondering who the daddy was and if hes in the picture” i knew he was asking because my other dad was never in the picture “well erm he kind of is” i finally admit rubbing my tight taught skin “its m-my step dad” i say defeated. “no fucking way!” my dad says more surprised than angry he finally steps fully in my room without a shirt on revealing his own pretty-large pregnant belly…

[woodywood101blog]

Ryan desperately hoped his shirt would button up over his pregnancy belly, especially as he was running late to work. The last thing he needed was for one of the buttons to pop off his shirt during his first meeting following the holiday break. In hindsight, he should've checked his clothes beforehand to see if he needed to rush off to buy larger sizes...

[mctakahashi]

Contractions hurt man.