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A Horny Night In

Normally one’s arousal settled in the last few months of pregnancy but that wasn’t the case for Alex. At nearly ten months pregnant, he spent every day pleasuring himself just to take the edge off his horniness. Tonight it wasn’t enough.

Alex moaned loudly as Brett thrust into him. He was bent over the couch, one hand holding his hanging baby belly in place. They’d been going at it since nine o’clock that evening and Alex still hadn’t orgasmed properly.

‘Oh God, I’m gonna come.’ Brett heaved.

Alex slammed back on his cock. ‘Yes. Yes. Fill me with your seed.’

Brett came a moment later with a guttural moan. Alex felt the bottom of his belly inflate with the other man’s sperm but he still barely came himself.

Sliding out of him, Brett smacked his ass before backing away. ‘God, that was so good.’

Alex straightened up. It had been good, but it wasn’t what he was looking for.

He reached for his phone and thirty minutes later, Speed Dial Number 3 had replaced Brett.

‘Your belly is so fucking hot.’ Matt groaned, forcing Alex up and down on his dick as the mattress shook beneath them.

Alex moaned in sync with the thrusts, his belly bouncing as he rode the football player hard.

Matt gripped each side of his belly. ‘So, are they mine?’

Alex scowled, panting. They always ruined it by talking. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’

‘I would actually.’ Matt continued working Alex up and down his cock. ‘I’m jealous of anyone who can get you this big. I mean, just look at you. You’re a dream!’

Alex groaned as he bared down. He didn’t want to talk about who knocked him up; he just wanted to orgasm sometime this year!

It wasn’t Matt who’d gotten him pregnant but it also wasn’t Brett. In truth, Alex had narrowed it down to four possible candidates: three randoms and one regular. But considering how close together the timing had been, Alex couldn’t know for sure.

And it didn’t matter, because he didn’t care. He wanted to be pregnant. He wanted to be so overly filled with babies that he could barely walk. To watch as his belly wobbled with every step he took. That was his dream and he’d finally achieved it.

Alex braced one hand under his overburdened belly as he slid off Matt and climbed to his feet. ‘It’s late,’ he said. ‘You should go.’

‘Just like that, huh?’ Matt grinned. ‘How about round two?’

‘You’re not what I need right now.’

‘Damn.’ Matt laughed as he rolled to the side of the bed and stood. He began getting dressed. ‘Being pregnant has made you a real brat.’

He came over and kissed Alex on the cheek. ‘Call me when you want to go again.’

Alex said nothing. Matt laughed again and turned on his heel toward the door. Alex listened until the apartment door closed before heading for the bathroom. He’d just have to do it himself.

Five minutes later, he was a moaning mess as he bounced on a dildo, rocking the bed as he gyrated fiercely.

‘Ohh, oh my God.’ Alex moaned. This was what he’d been looking for. What a waste of time with the others.

The babies stirred inside him. No doubt all the bouncing around had woken them up. Alex rubbed the left side of his belly where a cramp was forming while the other hand kept his hole occupied.

A mirror sat opposite his bed. Alex’s gaze found and remained fixated on his pregnant form as he fucked his hole vigorously. He’d always been turned on by pregnancy and now he had it in all its round, stuffed glory.

He came within minutes, white stripes painting the bedsheets. The babies were kicking up a storm as he dildo slid out of his whole. Alex rubbed his belly with both hands as he came down from his high. ‘Guess that’s what you all needed too, huh?’

Finally, he’d gotten what he was looking for. Now it was time to shower.

He’d just taken off step off the mattress when a pop sounded and liquid trickled down his legs. Alex looked down in horror at the water pooling around his feet. Suddenly he realised why the babies were kicking so much, and it wasn’t because of the sex he’d been having all night.

‘Oh shit.’

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Never Disobey The Alpha

Imagine this:

It’s your wedding day and you’re filled to the brim with wriggling babies. Your labour started several hours ago but you’re under strict orders from the alpha not to push until midnight when the wedding’s over.

You’re a mess. Every step you take up the aisle is overwhelmed with the need to push. One of the babies is already low in your birth canal, ready to be born. You pray the ceremony will go fast and you won’t birth your pups on the altar.

But here’s the thing.

It’s a hot day and labour has already doused you in a layer of sweat. Your belly is contracting violently beneath your dress and your knees threaten to give out with every breath you exhale.

The alpha knows, and he’s angry. He’s already made good on his threats about what he’ll do if you push. Now he’s the only thing holding you up, your hands clasped together as the officiant reads a piece of scripture. You’re panting under your breath and he’s squeezing your hands in warning.

When the time for vows comes around, the alpha recites his perfectly. You’re asked to recite yours but you can barely breathe.

‘I-‘ you start, but a contraction squeezes your belly so hard that your knees buckle. The alpha catches you and pulls you up before you hit the ground.

‘Do not forget what I promised you if you disobey me.’ He snarls in your ear.

Your blood freezes. ‘I-‘ you try again, but your eyes widen. ‘Oh no.’

The baby is crowning, and there are still twelve hours to go.