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Luke & Owen Part 5

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By the time Luke reached the final weeks of his pregnancy, the changes in his body were undeniable. His belly had grown into a full, round dome, stretching tightly against his skin, and his hips had broadened to accommodate the life growing inside him. His glutes had filled out even more, creating a noticeable sway in his walk. Despite his athletic build, Luke found himself slowing down, feeling the weight and responsibility in every step.

The weight of his brother-to-be pressed low into his pelvis, the baby’s head engaged and ready for birth. The sensation of his skin stretching was a constant reminder of how far along he was. Luke’s cheeks, fuller and rounder than they’d ever been, jiggled with every movement, his hips swaying with the newfound weight of his body. His belly was taut, his skin flushed and slick with sweat.

Coupled with the emotional intensity of being a surrogate, Luke’s contractions intensified as he approached the final hours of his pregnancy, the sensations deepening with every passing moment. His body, stretched and strained to its limits, was now ready to deliver the baby he had been carrying for nine months. The journey had been long and emotionally complex, and as he lay cradling his massive belly, Luke knew he would soon meet his baby brother.

The day had started with Braxton Hicks contractions, those familiar but irregular tightenings that had accompanied him for weeks now. But by the early afternoon, they had changed—becoming more frequent, more intense, more real. His belly, already large and heavy, had dropped significantly, the baby settling lower in preparation for birth. Each step Luke took was labored, his hips swaying under the weight of his enormous bump, the fullness of his glutes adding to the strain as they jiggled slightly with each movement.

As he sat in Owen’s dorm, Luke felt a strange sensation, unlike anything he’d experienced before—a deep, internal shift. It was as though the baby, his brother, was lowering into his pelvis, settling into position for the moment he’d been preparing for. Luke gasped softly, his hand instinctively going to his belly.

“What’s wrong?” Owen asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I think it’s starting,” Luke whispered. “I feel him… low, like he’s moving down.”

Within hours, the sensation intensified, contractions starting low in his abdomen and wrapping around his back like waves of pressure. Luke could feel his body preparing, the tightening around his belly making it clear that labor was beginning. As they sat in the living room, Owen’s hand massaging Luke’s lower back, there was a sudden warmth—his water had broken.

“Owen… it’s time,” Luke said, his voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside him.

They made their way to the hospital, Luke’s body already feeling the intense pressure of the contractions. Every step brought the baby lower, and with each contraction, the urge to push grew stronger. Owen stayed by his side, helping him through the early stages of labor as they prepared for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital blurred in Luke’s mind as the contractions intensified. By the time they arrived, the pressure in his pelvis was immense, and every contraction brought with it the unmistakable urge to push. Luke's massive belly hung low between his thickened legs as he was helped into the delivery room. His pecs, now fuller and more sensitive from the hormonal changes, quivered with each deep breath.

The nurses guided him to the water birthing tub that had been prepared for him, and the warm water provided immediate relief as he sank into it. Owen stood by his side, his hand never leaving Luke’s back, gently massaging the small of it to ease the tension in his trembling body.

Luke instinctively got on all fours in the water, his belly hanging heavily below him, the weight pressing down on his pelvis as the contractions grew stronger. He arched his back and pressed his mountainous cheeks out, feeling the baby shift lower. The sight of his massive glutes flexing with each push caught Owen’s eye. He couldn’t help but admire Luke’s strength, the way his body had thickened and grown to bring this life into the world.

As another contraction hit, Luke gripped the sides of the tub, the primal desire to push overwhelming him. His cheeks quivered as they flexed with the effort, the muscles straining to bring the baby down. Owen’s hands, now resting on Luke’s back and moving lower, massaged the trembling mounds of his cheeks, offering support and grounding him in the midst of the pain.

“You’re doing so well, Luke,” Owen whispered, his voice calm and steady.

Luke’s body, slick with sweat, responded instinctively to the encouragement. His glutes flexed again as he bore down, feeling the baby moving further into the birth canal. The intensity of the stretch was unlike anything he had ever felt before, the pressure growing as his entrance began to dilate.

As the contractions intensified, Luke’s strong muscles worked tirelessly, his back arching as he pushed. He could feel his entrance beginning to stretch, the baby’s head pressing down, creating a deep, burning sensation. Owen’s hands continued to offer reassurance, rubbing soothing circles on his quivering cheeks, grounding Luke in the moment.

With a deep breath, Luke bore down, his body responding to the first overwhelming urge to push from the beginning of the contraction. Luke instinctively reached back, parting his cheeks to reveal the growing bulge as his brother made his way into the world. His skin stretched taut, the sensation intense but powerful, as though his body was working in perfect harmony with the baby. The sensation of his skin stretching, his body making way for the baby, was almost surreal. The sight of the bulge forming between his cheeks filled the room with anticipation.

Luke’s face flushed with effort as he gasped, his hips instinctively shifting to find a more stable position. His massive belly tightened with each contraction, and his glutes quivered, jiggling slightly as he adjusted himself. Then, a deep cramp surged through him, a sensation that seemed to rise from the very core of his being. He hunkered down into a wide squat, his knees spreading apart to bear the weight and intensity of the moment.

His veins pulsed visibly under his skin as he pushed with all his strength, feeling his brother’s head slide lower, pressing into the birth canal. The burning stretch reached its peak as the head crowned fully, and Luke’s breathing became ragged. His face contorted with the overwhelming pressure and pain. “It hurts so much,” he gasped, his voice trembling, his hand instinctively reaching back to cup his gaping entrance, his fingertips brushing against the wet softness of the baby’s head.

Owen knelt beside him, his eyes filled with both awe and deep concern. He gently placed a hand on Luke’s back, his fingers lightly tracing the damp skin there. “You’re doing so well, Luke,” he whispered, his voice steady and reassuring. “Just breathe… you’re almost there. I’m right here. I love you.”

Luke nodded, taking a shaky breath, his focus narrowing to the task at hand as Owen’s words grounded him in the moment. The water around them rippled, turning cloudy as the baby’s head pressed further down, Luke’s body working tirelessly to bring his brother into the world.

Luke’s glutes felt tender, quivering between contractions, the tension in his body mounting as he held himself steady. He instinctively pushed his cheeks out further, the fullness of his brother’s head still holding him open, sticking out from his entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, but there was no turning back now.

Another contraction hit like a wave, more powerful than the last. Luke gasped, his breath catching as he bore down again, pushing with all his might. The baby’s head inched out further, his entrance stretching taut around it, the deep, burning ache radiating through his body. But Luke was determined to see it through. He could feel the life inside him—his brother—nearing the moment of birth.

His glutes flexed instinctively, muscles trembling with the intensity of the effort. Luke could feel the baby’s shoulders turning within him, preparing for the final descent. Adjusting his stance, his massive mounds jiggled slightly with the movement, and he braced himself for the final push.

Then, the last contraction hit. It was stronger than anything Luke had felt before, urging him to push with every ounce of strength he had left. He bore down with everything, gritting his teeth as the baby’s head finally emerged fully. His glutes flexed powerfully, the strain etched on his face, and he felt the baby’s body begin to slide free. For a moment, he held still, letting gravity do its work as he gasped for air.

But with one final, intense squeeze of his glutes, the baby’s shoulders slipped through, followed by the legs and feet. In an instant, the rest of his brother was born, emerging from his body in a rush of warm fluid. Luke’s massive bubble butt flexed one last time as each cheek jiggled with the release, his muscles finally able to relax after the monumental effort.

The relief was immediate and profound. Luke collapsed forward slightly, his body trembling from exhaustion as he felt the baby slip into the water. His cheeks jiggled one last time as the tension fully released from his body.

Luke’s body trembled with the aftermath of the monumental effort. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breath, feeling the intense relief wash over him now that his brother had been born. But the process wasn’t over yet. He could feel the subtle pressure of the placenta still inside him, a reminder that his body’s work was not entirely done.

A gentle contraction rippled through his lower belly, much weaker than the ones before, but enough to signal that the placenta was ready to be born. Luke’s body instinctively responded, his muscles clenching one final time as he gave a soft push. The sensation was different now—there was no longer the intense pressure of the baby, but rather a raw, tender feeling in his opening from the sheer effort of bringing life into the world.

The warm, slick sensation of the placenta slipping free from his body left Luke in awe. It was a final release, the last piece of the journey his body had endured for months. He felt lighter, his belly now much smaller and softer than it had been just moments ago. The emptiness was strange, yet it carried with it a profound sense of accomplishment. He had done it. He had carried, nurtured, and brought his baby brother into the world.

Luke’s hand instinctively moved to his belly, feeling the now-loose skin, the soft folds where a full, taut dome had been just minutes earlier. The rawness in his lower body was ever-present, a tender ache in his opening reminding him of the incredible feat his body had just performed. And despite the discomfort, despite the exhaustion, he felt a deep sense of wonder. His body had done this. It had created life and brought it forth. It was nothing short of miraculous.

The nurse, calm and efficient, reached into the water and lifted the baby, wiping him down gently before swaddling him in a soft blanket. With a warm smile, she handed the newborn to Luke, placing the tiny bundle in his arms.

As Luke cradled his baby brother, the tiny boy’s warm weight settled against his chest, he felt a surge of emotion so powerful it nearly overwhelmed him. The baby’s small, delicate face was peaceful now, his cries having subsided as he nuzzled into Luke’s skin. Tears welled up in Luke’s eyes as he looked down at him—this little life he had carried and protected for months, now safe and sound in his arms.

Owen leaned in beside him, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he wrapped an arm around Luke’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his temple. “He’s beautiful, Luke,” Owen whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You did it. You really did it.”

Luke’s heart swelled, and he looked at Owen, his own tears now falling freely. “We did it,” he whispered back, his voice trembling with awe and joy.

They shared a quiet moment, the three of them, wrapped in a cocoon of love and tenderness. The room was still, the only sounds the soft breathing of the newborn in Luke’s arms and the occasional sniffle from Luke and Owen as they tried to process the enormity of what had just happened.

The nurse stepped forward, breaking the gentle silence. “Have you decided on a name?” she asked, her voice warm and kind.

Luke and Owen exchanged a glance, and in that unspoken moment, they knew. They had talked about names in passing, but now, holding the baby in their arms, it felt real—so much more than just a conversation. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful.

“We’ll name him Aaron,” Luke said softly, the name slipping from his lips with a sense of certainty. It was a name that carried meaning, one that both Luke and Owen felt was right.

Owen smiled, wiping away a tear as he nodded in agreement. “Aaron,” he repeated, his voice soft and full of love. “It’s perfect.”

Luke looked down at baby Aaron, his heart so full it felt like it might burst. In that moment, all the pain, the uncertainty, and the family drama seemed to fade into the background. What mattered now was the life in his arms, the future they would build together, and the unbreakable bond they shared as a new family.

With Owen by his side, Luke knew they could face anything. They had created something beautiful together, and no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them as a team. Holding baby Aaron close, Luke felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. He had brought this life into the world, and with Owen, he would make sure it was filled with love.

As the three of them sat there, the weight of the past months finally lifted, leaving only the love that had carried them through.

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These grandmas simply adore their hunky grandsons. They can't keep their hands off them! The grandmas love to take every opportunity to feel their swollen bellies for any signs of kicks or rolls.

Throughout their pregnancies, the grandmas surrounded their grandsons with all the sweets and treats they could eat. Like all good grandmas, they wanted to do whatever they could to help them grow big, healthy babies.

Based on the look of each grandson's belly, I'd say the grandmas get an A+.

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Looks like this young firefighter's labor has just begun with an extremely intense and painful contraction. Given that he's five days overdue, he shouldn't be too surprised. He's lucky his partner is close by and is ready to assist.

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Jake tugged nervously at the hem of his shorts as the group of guys surrounded him. He had been walking home from college, minding his own business, when they stepped out of the shadows. His heart pounded as their leader, a tall guy named Marcus, smirked and crossed his arms. “Well, well, look who we have here,” Marcus said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Little Jakey, all by himself.”

Jake tried to back away, but one of the others, a shorter guy with a buzz cut, blocked his path. “What’s the rush, Jake?” Buzz Cut sneered. “We just wanna talk.”

Marcus stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “You know, we’ve heard some interesting rumors about you,” he said, his tone teasing. “Something about… diapers?”

Jake’s face turned bright red. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, but his voice shook.

Marcus laughed. “Oh, I think you do. Why don’t you show us, huh? Prove us wrong.”

Before Jake could react, Buzz Cut grabbed his arms and pinned him against the wall. Jake struggled, but it was no use—there were too many of them. Marcus reached down and yanked Jake’s shorts down just enough to reveal the white diaper underneath. The group erupted into laughter.

“Oh my God, he actually wears them!” one of the guys howled.

Marcus pulled a pacifier out of his pocket and shoved it into Jake’s mouth. “There you go, baby,” he said, his voice mocking. “Now you look the part.”

Jake’s eyes filled with tears as he tried to speak, but the pacifier muffled his words. He felt utterly humiliated, his secret exposed to the worst possible people.

The guys kept taunting him, their words cutting deeper with every passing second. Jake’s humiliation only grew when he felt the warmth spreading between his legs. He tried to hold it in, but the stress was too much. The diaper grew heavier, the wetness unmistakable.

Marcus noticed immediately. “Oh, look at that!” he said, pointing at the now-soaked diaper. “Baby Jake couldn’t hold it. Guess you really do need those diapers, huh?”

The group laughed even harder, and Jake slumped against the wall, defeated. He just wanted to disappear, but Marcus wasn’t done. “Don’t worry, Jakey,” he said, patting the wet diaper. “We’ll make sure everyone knows how much of a baby you really are.”

As the guys walked away, still laughing, Jake slid down the wall, tears streaming down his face. He was trapped—not just by the diaper, but by the knowledge that his life would never be the same.

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Shopping at the mall with friends :p some random guy walked in on me while i was like this, guess the lock didnt work…i just stared at him and was like “this rooms occupied” lolz

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I understand why these particular ABDL diapers are called Waddlers! There was no way I could walk normally after four full wettings 🙈 But such a fun evening for me 😊

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The difference between a boy and a real man is unmistakable when you get to compare the two up close, but you'll still find some boys out there thinking themselves on the latter group. The best way to get them to learn the difference is putting them back where they really belong: in diapers

All images in this post were AI generated

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Back to diapers for the collage boy. Or should we say the Baby Boy.

Shawn checked his diapered crotch, thinking it was all a dream, but it wasn’t.  In the last three months he’d gone from college drop out to seemingly permanent diaper boy.  

His new step-father had insisted that if he wasn’t mature enough to handle college he must want to go back to his “carefree youth”.  The cheap adult pull-up diapers he’d been forced into had been changed out for thicker more colorful ones that required a “grown-up” to put him in.  All of his clothes had been exchanged for large childish pajamas, overalls, and even custom made onesies with snaps in the crotch.  

He was wetting uncontrollably and his younger step brother, still a junior in high school, began spanking him for any reason he could think of.  Hard, bare bottom spankings that lasted for hours and reduced him to tears no matter who was in the room.  His place at the dinner table became a high chair where his new step father harshly force fed him cold gruel for every meal while he berated him as a failure the whole time.  

He now instinctively cried without a pacifier in his mouth and was even becoming accustomed to his former friends coming over to babysit him.  His middle-aged neighbor had become and especially frequent visitor and often complained about how lonely he was since his son left for college and how he was looking for something to do with his son’s old room.  His eyes lit up when Shawn’s mother suggested Shawn could move in…

Shawn was in utter shock t hearing this. It was bad enough he was being treated like a baby again, kept in diapers and forced to use them, being fed in a highchair and forced to suck on a pacifier. Now his mother was saying he could go live with the neighbor. What was happening? Why would she do this and let me go like she is sick of having me as her son.

Shawn broke out in tears. The neighbor stepped forward and said aww now, now Shawny everything is going to be ok. I ensure you will have the cutest nursery a baby boy could have.

His neighbor said we will Move little Shawny in over the weekend. I need a couple day to stock up on all the diapers and plastic pants this little stinker is going to need. Also, I want to repaint the room and baby proof the house. I don't want my Shawny getting hurt in anyway trying to do big boy things.

Shawn sat in shock as he heard all of this. Shawns mother said he is a handful at times, but I think he needs a second chance with a caring daddy like you.

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THE BIG BOY BUCKET PART I - ABYSITTER.COM

Featuring @bigbabyboy29 

I walk over and set the ‘Big Boy Bucket’ down on the table with a sort of thud. You look up, startled for a moment. You’ve seen pictures of the bucket before on my blog. Now it’s inches in front of you. I can tell you don’t know what to make of it. You read the label like it’s a poison warning lol. “Pick it up and look inside,” I instruct. You obediently comply. The look on your face says it all… I pour the contents of the bucket onto the table. Diaper - check. Wipes - check. Powder - check. I’m doing my checklist out loud, as you lay quietly, taking everything in. I stand over you, gazing into your eyes as I lean down, undo your belt buckle, and then pull your pants down and off in one expert fluid motion. You look surprised by how fast it’s all happening, and your look of surprise only intensifies as I pull your feet up toward your head, your bottom in the air, now… 

READ THE REST OF PART I ON ABYSITTER.COM - http://goo.gl/S7t5Cl

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Me playing on a public play ground

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Hey kiddos🤗!!! Im not officially back as of yet😔… I recently took a trip to Boston for a concert and met up with a fellow abdl friend who was very kind and even changed me and did some photos!!! He also sent me on my way in a little pawz and packed some in my diapee bag for the ride home😍❤❤❤ I also wanted to say thank you so so so much for all the kind word and support from you little ones/bigs/pet players etc. I checked all the messages I received while I was gone and it made me feel loved and happy inside😙😶❤❤❤ As I said before Im not officially back yet but I will hopefully be soon😋 Love all you little ones!!!! ~Zach