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"I- I'm not pregnant," the boy insisted, clutching his contracting dome of a belly. It had been sagging low, hanging heavy on his hips ever since it had dropped last week. You could see his stomach muscles harden and squeeze again, as they had been doing for several hours now.

"Really?" You said, "You could have fooled me. You don't mind if I hold your belly, right? I just want to get an idea of where the pain is coming from. ...Would that be alright?"

-You asked for permission, but you were already walking forward and outstretching a hand to touch your boy's gravid womb.

The boy but his lip, conflicted over whether to permit you or not. But before he knew it, your warm palms were pressing tenderly into his midsection... and you could feel the very shape of the babies you'd fucked into him nine months ago.

For nine months, he had been denying his pregnancy to you, and especially to himself.

Silly boy... as if constantly tugging down the bottom of his shirts to conceal his swelling belly all this time hadn't just drawn more attention to it.

"Ah! AHH!" a gush of fluid finally flowed out of him and down his exposed legs. "I can feel it coming... I can feel something descending... My body is telling me to push... No, no no no! I can't be pregnant-" your little boy began to break down in sobs.

"Shhh, shhh. It's okay. I'm here with you," you said as you kept using one hand to lift the weight of his belly off his hips, and lowered the other to check his dilation. Somewhat to your surprise, you could already feel the head of the first baby brushing up against your fingers. Your boy had held back his contractions for so long... and yet here he was, already in a beautiful crown.

"I'm not ready to be a daddy..." he breathed, gritting his teeth through the pain. "I can't be pregnant. I'm not even able to get pregnant..."

You were the sort of loving partner who would comply with anything your boyfriend wished.

"If you're not pregnant," you said, "then you won't mind if I push this back in."

You watched his eyes grow wide before you started to apply pressure and push your baby's head back to whence it came.

He looked so wonderful, round and swollen like this. Why not keep him this way a little longer? In all honesty, you both weren't ready to be parents just yet.

"You can keep them inside you until you're ready, baby. I love you. ❤️"

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I got nostalgic and remembered Yuri! for day 10: baby gender relief!

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i need this so badly, to feel the struggle of trying to move around with the weight of your baby inside my womb.

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cred: Maternal-reads on dA

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Final Stretch

The quiet hum of the fridge was all that filled the air. The blinds weren't drawn fully, letting soft sunlight filter in through the cracks, casting a warm glow over the room. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful. At 27, He never expected to find himself at this stage of his life; Yet here he was, living alone and 9 months pregnant—a round, swollen reminder of the life he was about to welcome into the world.

He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, just staring at the floor, feeling the weight of his stomach pushing him forward. He rubbed his belly. The baby, as if responding to his touch, kicked—soft but insistent. The movement startled him, making his heart race so early in the morning. The baby had been kicking more frequently lately, more forcefully now. It was running out of room.

He exhaled, trying to push the discomfort aside. The ache in his lower back and the pressure in his pelvis were constant. But today, for some reason, it felt worse. Everything felt more difficult. The simple act of getting out of bed now took more effort than it used to.

With a grunt, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His legs trembled, and he had to grab the edge of the bed to steady himself. Every step felt like an uphill battle. His body, stretched to its limits and protested with each movement. He proceeded forward, the weight of his belly causing him to lean slightly backward to counteract the weight, his back aching with each awkward step.

The bathroom seemed miles away. He shuffled toward it, holding his stomach as if it might collapse under its own weight. His belly, impossibly round, swayed with every movement, and his hips were sore. It had become a task in itself to walk from one room to the next with no support.

He made it to the bathroom. His reflection stared back at him: His shirt clung to his skin, tight over the curve of his abdomen. It was strange to look at himself like this—so different from who he had been just months ago. His face was a bit flushed, and his hair a little messier than usual.

His breath caught as he felt another sharp kick. He winced, his hand automatically pressing against his belly. The baby moved again, more persistently this time, as if reminding him it was there. He let out a small chuckle to himself, the sensation comforting, but also a little overwhelming. "Hsss, easy now,” he muttered, rubbing his belly in soothing circles.

His bathroom routine had become increasingly difficult. Even brushing his teeth now required him to lean against the counter for balance. His swollen belly rested atop the sink's ledge, providing relief for his back.

When he was done, he turned slowly, his feet sore from the minimal walking he’d done so far. He made his way to the kitchen, each step slow and deliberate. It was hard to ignore the weight pressing down on him, making everything seem like such a monumental task. Reaching up to grab a cereal bowl felt like a stretch—his whole midsection pushed forward, the skin taut as he reached higher.

As he poured cereal into the bowl, the baby kicked again, stronger this time, and He stumbled back, one hand instinctively going to his belly. He breathed through it, trying to focus on the sensation instead of the discomfort it caused, but it was hard to concentrate. He had so much on his mind, and the baby’s movements only seemed to distract him more. He rested his hands on the countertop, trying to compose himself.

Every time the baby moved it sent a wave of emotion through him. Excitement, fear, hope, all mixed together. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel when the baby was finally in his arms, when he wasn’t carrying this incredible weight all in his heavily pregnant belly. But for now, it was a constant, like a ticking clock—reminding him with every shift and nudge that it wouldn’t be long before the baby arrived.

After breakfast, He slowly made his way to his desk. The chair loomed in front of him, and the thought of sitting down was relieving. His belly felt in the way, the roundness of it pressing against the edge of the desk as he tried to adjust himself. He had to tilt slightly to the side to avoid having his stomach pressed up against the hard surface.

He pulled his chair forward, his belly wedged firmly between his legs and the desk. His legs felt stiff, and he had to readjust several times before he was comfortable. It was nearly impossible to maintain good posture. The curve of his belly made it hard to find a comfortable position. His back ached, and the pressure on his abdomen didn’t help. Every time he shifted, it felt like the baby was going to kick him out of his chair.

He groaned softly as he tried to focus on the documents in front of him, but it was difficult. Every few minutes, the baby moved again, making it hard to concentrate. He placed both hands on his belly, rubbing it absentmindedly, hoping the baby would settle down. But each time, there was a strong nudge and a tightening of his skin. He sighed and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes for a moment.

It wasn’t just the baby’s movements that distracted him—it was the overwhelming physical toll of being this pregnant. The discomfort, the constant awareness of his own body, the soreness in his joints—it was exhausting. His big baby belly felt hot to the touch.

He continued to rub his belly, feeling the baby shift inside. It was a reminder that no matter how hard today was, it would soon be over. The thought brought some comfort, even if the physical strain felt impossible to push past.

For now, though, He had to keep going. One step at a time, he had to keep going to support his baby. Even if he felt like he couldn’t do it anymore. He would. Because the baby was coming and his life would change forever.

But for today it was enough to sit back and let his hands rest on his belly, awaiting the next kick.

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Hi I’m Max, I love mpreg.. this blog is my guilty pleasure.

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Fucking it out of him.

He was writhing on the bed, naked. He began grunting loudly and she saw the bulge begin to form at the base of his swollen cock.

"Good boy.", she purred. "Why don't you get on your hands and knees so we can make this go a bit faster?"

He nodded as the contraction faded. Heaving his swollen belly to the side, he did as she asked, burying his face in the pillow.

She reached into the night stand and fetched her strap on, slipping into the harness and tightening it. She carefully lubed it up, and then slid 2 fingers into his hole as he moaned.

She held his hips and slowly pushed it's length into his tight little hole. He began to moan as she gleefully fucked him faster, tits bouncing with each thrust. It wasn't long before he let out a loud groan. Of course, he can't possibly cum with the head in the way, but the bulge did move quite a ways down his shaft.

"That's it, baby! We'll have you cum that baby out in no time!"

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Thinking about a clinic filled with an extensive range of pregnant bellies. Mommies and daddies all expecting to varying degrees. Small, cute bumps to enormous, monster-sized bumps all in the same room.

Some are having their firsts and others are still growing their families. Some planned on their pregnancies and the others are accidents. Some are pregnant cause they really want kids, others did it for a kink, and some are doing it for both reasons.

Some have to hoist themselves up when a nurse calls out their name. Some are lucky to have their partners there to help them while others need extensive assistance to get up or even to simply walk.

Some bring along their kids to show off that they’ve been through many pregnancies before their current state. Parents while aching full have to chastise their kids from a distance. They would have taken swifter action but they are just so gravid. All of them are large by some definition.

There are tits so big that they cover up faces. Some of their asses are too fat for the chairs that they need to sit on, so instead, they go for whole benches to avoid getting stuck or worse, breaking the smaller chairs.

The waiting room and the hallways are filled with bustling bellies. They are all hard to ignore and avoid. The bellies themselves literally take up most of the room and you’re either a nurse/doctor/a non-pregnant person who accidentally brushes up against them or you’re the one with the belly and you’re having a hard time navigating yourself so you bump into everything.

Such big mommies and daddies.

The clinics always need new renovations cause they just keep coming bigger and bigger. More people getting pregnant each day and their stomachs are not getting any smaller.

New seats need to be installed weekly. Larger rooms and wider hallways need to be made, and a system to help them stand and walk around. You don’t know when a dad or mom comes in carrying twins, triplets, quints or 20 babies.

A clinic where it’s never a slow day or not baby-filled.

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(Mpreg, 18+)

Max leaned his forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall, warm water pouring over his bare back and swollen belly. At just 13 weeks, he was already showing a soft, unmistakable curve pushing out from his narrow frame, rounding out his middle in a way that he couldn’t stop touching.

He ran his fingers lightly over his belly, marveling at how sensitive his skin had become. Every brush sent little sparks skittering across his nerves. His bellybutton had started to flatten out slightly, and when his fingertips grazed over it, a shiver wracked his body.

“God, everything feels so intense now.” he thought, exhaling shakily.

The hormones had been playing tricks on him lately. From cravings, mood swings and now, an ache deep inside him that had nothing to do with hunger. His hands slid lower, following the gentle swell down toward his hips, feeling how much fuller and softer he was. His body was working overtime, changing, growing... and it felt incredible.

Max let out a soft, shaky noise as he circled both hands around the curve of his lower belly.

It was firm underneath his palms, not just bloating anymore, but a real heaviness that made his body throb with awareness. His legs trembled slightly as he shifted his weight, the pressure inside him making his skin feel tight and hot.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let his hands roam more freely, fingertips tracing the sides of his waist where it flared out more than it ever had before. His breath hitched, the warm water cascading over his flushed skin.

Every nerve seemed hypersensitive, every touch feeding the restless, needy feeling building inside him.

Max whimpered softly, his hand splaying wide over his belly, feeling how solid it was... how much life was inside him, how it made him feel more alive than he ever had before.

"Fuck..." he whispered, barely able to hear himself over the water. He tilted his head back, water streaming through his damp hair, his body rocking slightly with the rhythm of his own rapid breathing.

The heat, the water, the overwhelming fullness, it was too much, but he didn’t want it to stop.

Max pressed his palm harder into the curve of his belly, feeling it push back against his hand with stubborn, growing weight. His body had never felt like this before, sensitive, needy, aching from the inside out. Every breath he took shuddered through him, making the slight roundness of his middle rise and fall.

His hand slid lower, trailing over the thickened softness of his thighs, trembling slightly.

The fullness of his belly almost seemed to amplify everything: every tiny brush of his fingers felt magnified, every beat of his heart hammering behind his ribs.

Max bit his lip, squeezing his thighs together as a fresh wave of heat washed over him. His belly jutted out just enough to get in the way, making his movements clumsy, but somehow that made it hotter, like he was too full to even touch himself properly.

He let out a broken moan, low and needy.

Max's fingertips ghosted back up over his belly, circling his navel slowly, and he gasped — the tender spot had become a trigger he couldn't ignore. His knees nearly threatened to give out.

“Please...” he whispered, not even sure what he was begging for, only that he needed more.

Max clung to the wall like it was the only thing keeping him standing, his whole body trembling. His hand slid lower again, desperate now, fingertips brushing over the hard cock straining between his thighs. He let out a ragged gasp — even the lightest touch made him feel like he was going to cum.

"God," he whimpered, hips jerking instinctively forward. His fingers wrapped around himself properly now, the movement clumsy with how full and tight his belly had become. Every tiny stroke sent a jolt of pleasure ricocheting through him.

Max's breathing turned desperate, little panting sounds spilling from his lips. His free hand slid over his belly again, cradling it instinctively, The knot inside him tightened fast, sharp and hot, pulling his whole body taut. His thighs shook. His toes curled against the slick floor.

Then..

His whole body arched, pleasure exploding so hard he nearly blacked out. His hand gripped his pulsing cock, dripping cum off his knuckles.

The waves of release were slow, deep, wracking him from the inside out. His belly tightened with each pulse, his legs almost giving out under the intensity.

By the time it finally eased, Max was gasping, dazed, forehead pressed to the cool wall. His heart thundered. His belly heaved with each shaky breath. He felt tender, swollen, and more alive than he ever had before.

He let out a soft, breathless laugh, running his hand over the curve of his stomach.

“Guess... we’re gonna be a handful, huh?” he murmured to the little life growing inside him, his voice hoarse and full of awe.

The end.

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Belly dropped, and I think I’m having contractions.

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Reblog if you’d love to be heavily pregnant with a big belly

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I’m so big I sometimes wonder if there’s two in there

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Cw: Mpreg / Male pregnancy / Pregnant

" He was supposed to be his coach, Not his baby daddy ...! "

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👽🛸👽 Cody was abducted by aliens 👽🛸👽

And now he is used as an incubator, For the little alien babies

Each time he gives birth it's worse, Then the previous one

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Long time no see :v

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its lads mpreg week on twitter schlawgsssss pray my account doesnt get nuked bc its crazy over there