#mpreg story

[mpregandproud]

They say that skating is dangerous when pregnant, but I don't take no for an answer.

[mpregdimension]

[expectantdaddies]

Father Esteban is one of the most senior priests at the grand temple dedicated to the revered God of Fertility, which stands tall and proud in the bustling city of Stronghold. His handsome face, weathered by years of service, carries an air of maturity and wisdom that draws many devoted followers to seek his blessings.

The temple is a place where those who wish to express their faith and seek the God's favor gather to pray and offer sacrifices. Father Esteban and other esteemed priests like him are always ready to guide the faithful through the sacred rituals and ceremonies.

However, for those facing the challenge of personal infertility, the temple offers more intimate rites. These individuals can arrange private audiences with priests such as Father Esteban in specially consecrated chambers within the temple's hallowed walls.

During these sacred encounters, Father Esteban and his fellow senior priests offer their bodies to the male supplicants, all while reciting fervent prayers to the God of Fertility. They believe that by allowing themselves to be used in this intimate act of devotion, they demonstrate their worthiness before the divine entity.

These rituals continue until the priest's womb is blessed with new life, a clear sign of the God's favor upon them and their supplicants. It is believed that bringing the priest to orgasm makes for a more potent prayer, and thus remedial lessons in lovemaking are one of the more popular courses at the God of Fertility's temples.

As proof of their unwavering faith and the God's blessings, Father Esteban and his fellow priests proudly display their growing bellies to all who come to worship. They strive to coordinate the timing of these births so that many can share in the joyous event together in a festival of childbirth.

The children born from these sacred unions are raised within the temple walls, nurtured by the love of the dedicated acolytes. These young ones are groomed to be the next generation of servants for the God of Fertility, ensuring that the faith will endure and continue to provide solace and guidance to its followers for generations to come.

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Father Esteban, pregnant priest.

[deepcollectionredbird]

My dad’s been pregnant with my little brother for what feels like ages now. I swear, with my senior year of high school finally coming to an end, it has to have been at least a year since he and my step-mom conceived the little dude. Ever since he told me that I was going to be a big sibling — the one piece of news that I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear — he’s had this weird, overly-determined attitude… like he refuses to let his pregnancy get the better of him. I just don’t get it.

Despite the fact that he’s only nine short weeks away from giving birth, he’s still adamant about working hard — unwilling to sit down and give his body the rest that it needs. No matter how much his doctor tells him to take some time to relax everyday, and let nature take its course, he never heeds their warning. “A sitting man is a useless man.” He always says. “I’m not useless… just pregnant.”

He’s been outside all afternoon, fixing and re-installing the porch light by the front door. The man who can’t even get up from the couch without taking my hand and counting to ten… the man who needs therapeutic belly rubs, just to fall asleep comfortably… is currently up on a tall ladder, playing around with electricity… all because he refuses to swallow his pride and let my step-mom hire a professional repair guy. Here I am, watching him from the ground, making sure that he doesn’t topple over, and injure himself again. Man… look at that belly. Dad’s huge!

[blkdaddie]

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"To give myself over to a strong man several years older than myself..."

"We'd have started early. I'd give birth to a baby at 18, another at 19, another at 20..."

" Our youngest would be sucking at my breast. Another of my man’s children would be in my womb."

"I’d visit with our carrier neighbors; we’d bring out big broods to each others’ houses and help each other out."

"...My man would be the center of my world. I'd give my body to him. .. I'd be his inside and out. "

"When it came time to give birth to his child, he would be there massaging me, encouraging me, letting me take comfort in his strong body as mine gave over to increasing pain. He’d hold me as I push, my belly contorting with each contraction"

"I'd love my life."

[mpreghotties2]

[stormio2407]

[mpreglover225]

In the bustling delivery room, with monitors beeping their steady rhythm, Dan gritted his teeth, each contraction a wave that tightened its grip around him. Across from him, his partner, Chris, held his hand, worry creasing his brow.

"God, Chris, this is intense," Dan panted, his face flushed with effort.

"You're doing amazing, Dan. Just breathe, okay? In and out, like we practiced," Chris coached, squeezing his hand in time with the breathing.

"Easy for you to say," Dan managed a half-laugh through the pain, his humor a lifeline in the storm. "This little guy's a future linebacker, I swear."

A nurse, standing by with a warm, encouraging smile, checked the monitor. "You're almost there."

Dan nodded, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. With a deep breath, he hunkered down, summoning strength from the core of his being.

"I'm right here with you," Chris whispered. "I can't believe we're about to meet our son."

A new surge of determination washed over Dan. "Okay, let's do this," he said, and with a mighty exhale, he leaned into the contraction, the room filling with the raw intensity of life about to break forth.

Dan bore down with a fierce concentration, Chris' presence a steadying force beside him. "Big push, Dan, you've got this," Chris encouraged, eyes locked onto Dan's, transmitting silent strength.

"His head... it's so big," Dan grunted, the intensity in the room cresting with each push. Nurses surrounded them, their faces a blend of professionalism and empathy.

"Another push, Dan," the nurse instructed, poised to assist.

Gathering the remnants of his waning energy, Dan pushed with all his might, and with a moment that seemed to both pause and accelerate time, the room erupted into a cascade of motion as the baby's head emerged.

"That's it, that's it!" Chris exclaimed, tears of joy welling up. "Shoulders next, love."

The final pushes were a symphony of encouragement and Dan's grunts of exertion, culminating in the miraculous moment their son was fully delivered, the sounds of his first cries a melody to their ears.

Exhausted but elated, Dan collapsed back against the pillows, a smile of relief spreading across his weary face as their baby was placed onto his chest. The connection was instant, a bond of love that pulsed with every heartbeat.

Hours later, after the adrenaline had faded and their little one had been nursed, Dan drifted into a much-needed sleep, the trials of labor a fading memory. Chris, still riding the high of becoming a dad, sat in the recovery room, their son asleep against his chest, wrapped in a soft blue blanket.

The door opened quietly, and Matt stepped in, his face breaking into a grin. "Chris, he's perfect," he whispered, not wanting to disturb the peace.

"Thanks, Matt," Chris whispered back, a protective arm around his son. "It's unreal, holding him like this. Makes you feel like you've become a guardian to the world, doesn't it?"

Matt nodded, looking down at his own slightly rounded belly, where Alex's hand rested. "Three months along and already feeling it."

Chris smiled knowingly. "It changes everything. The moment they arrive, you're not just living for yourself anymore. There's this... fierce need to protect them, to make the world a better place for them."

Alex stepped closer, his eyes on the baby. "Looks like Dan's out cold," he noted, a gentle tease in his tone.

"Yeah, he's earned it. He was incredible," Chris said with pride. "And soon, you'll know exactly what it's like. All the pain forgotten the second you hold your baby."

Matt nodded, a mix of anticipation and nerves dancing in his eyes. "Can't wait, honestly."

As the four men shared the quiet joy of the moment, the sense of a shared journey was palpable — the beginning of a new chapter not just for Dan and Chris, but for Matt and Alex as well, each step forward a movement towards a future crafted with love.

[mpregandproud]

The sun is the best thing for my baby to grow strong and healthy.

[expectantdaddies]

The weathered and stooped figure of Father Francisco waddles through the church's halls, his wrinkled face etched with lines of a life filled with both hardship and redemption. To look at him now, one would never guess that this gentle, kind-eyed man once walked a path of destruction and violence as a mercenary for hire.

In the distant past, Father Francisco was but a young soldier, consumed by bloodlust and avarice. He fought in countless wars, his hands stained with the lives of those he had mercilessly cut down. His unit of ruthless killers were notorious for their cruelty, leaving a trail of bodies and broken lives in their wake.

It was during one such conflict that Father Francisco's fate was sealed. Ambushed by vengeful guerillas seeking retribution, his unit was brutally slaughtered. Badly mutilated and left to die, Father Francisco found himself tied to a stake, his body slowly succumbing to the ravages of his injuries under the scorching sun.

In his final moments, as he hovered between life and death, an ethereal figure appeared before him – an angel, whose presence was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The celestial being demanded of Father Francisco a choice: abandon his life of violence and dedicate himself to penance, or face an eternity of damnation.

Delirious from pain and on the brink of death's cold embrace, Father Francisco chose redemption. It was then that aid workers affiliated with the church discovered him, barely clinging to life. Against all odds, he survived, his recovery seen as nothing short of a miracle by those who tended to his wounds.

Renouncing his former life, Father Francisco joined the clergy, throwing himself into serving the flock with a fervor born from his own salvation. His tireless dedication and compassion earned him respect among the parishioners, who saw him as a beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness.

However, there is more to Father Francisco's story than meets the eye. Every night, as he lies in bed, angels visit him once more – not to guide him, but to demand their due. They claim the priest's body and impregnate him, over and over again.

And so, Father Francisco bears the burden of penance in a way few can comprehend. No sooner does he give birth than he finds himself pregnant once more, his body constantly carrying the weight of the lives he had taken in his past. It is a secret he keeps close to his heart, knowing that no one could ever understand the depth of his atonement.

As he goes about his daily duties, tending to the sick and the poor, Father Francisco carries not only the cross of his faith but also the ones placed upon his womb by the divine. He knows that this cycle will continue until he has borne as many children as the lives he once so callously ended – a penance that may span decades, until the ledgers of heaven are finally balanced.

Yet, despite the pain and hardship he endures, Father Francisco finds solace in his daily sacrifices. For every life he brings into this world, he sees it as a chance to make amends for his sins. And so, he continues to serve, to love, and to redeem himself – one life at a time.

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Father Francisco, pregnant priest.

If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.

[mpregdimension]

Here is a photo of a cute couple that is part of my photography project in the mpreg dimension.

[deepcollectionredbird]

Gordon and Elise strolled through the aisles of the local supermarket, their shopping cart filled with essentials for the week ahead, and a few extra treats.

As they reached the middle of the cereal and granola aisle, Gordon winced, his hand instinctively grasping at his enlarged belly, as the pair of twins in his womb — whom he was carrying as a surrogate, for his sister and brother-in-law — kicked with vigor.

He’d been experiencing the highs and lows of surrogate pregnancy for nearly seven months, and the discomfort was something he’d grown accustomed to… but, as time creeped on, the pain in his back and hips was becoming unbearable, making it hard for him to stand upright. The little ones were kicking and squirming with such force that it felt like a full-blown soccer match was taking place in his abdomen. Gordon's back and hips ached, and he knew he wouldn't be able to move another step without some relief.

Elise's eyes widened in concern as she realized what was happening — the babies were active again. Without hesitation, she guided Gordon to a secluded spot in the aisle and stood behind him. Passersby stole curious glances at the unusual sight of the couple… but Elise paid no attention to the stares, her focus solely on alleviating Gordon's pain.

With practiced hands, she lifted his shirt, exposing his swollen belly to the other shoppers… her touch gentle and reassuring. The tiny kicks and flips were visible from outside of his womb — the impressions of little feet and fists bulging from his skin, like he’d been incubating little aliens. Elise began to rub big, soothing circles into the sides of his belly, her palms firm yet tender. She knew how to alleviate the pressure on his back and hips, easing the weight off his strained back and allowing him some relief from the relentless movements of the unborn babies.

As she massaged his belly, a sense of calm washed over Gordon, his tense muscles slowly relaxing under her touch…

[andrewmpreg]

The Weight of the Secret: Daniel’s Pregnancy

Daniel was a 25-year-old guy, tall and athletic, with brown hair and piercing eyes. He had always been an adventurous type, but not in the traditional sense. His life was a series of brief and intense encounters, never tying himself down to anyone. This lifestyle gave him a sense of freedom and adrenaline that he loved.

One day, however, he started noticing strange changes in his body. At first, he thought it was just fatigue, but then the symptoms became more evident: morning sickness, sudden cravings for food, and a strange sensation of bloating.

Confused and worried, he decided to see a doctor. After various tests, the doctor gave him incredible news: Daniel was pregnant! Initially, Daniel couldn't believe it. How could it be possible? But the symptoms were clear, and the tests didn't lie.

Daniel decided to face this new adventure with courage, but as time passed, the pressure and fear of others' judgment led him to isolate himself. He didn't tell his friends or family, preferring to retreat to his room, away from curious glances and incessant questions.

By the eighth month of pregnancy, Daniel spent most of his time in his room, a safe haven where he could reflect without being judged. Despite everything, Daniel hated how his body had changed. He felt clumsy and awkward, unable to move with the same agility as before. Every movement was a constant reminder of his condition. The morning sickness, which had never left him, made it difficult to even start the day.

His skin, once smooth, now showed stretch marks, and his hair seemed more fragile and dull. Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw a stranger reflected back. "This isn't me anymore," he thought, feeling a knot in his stomach.

One evening, as the rain beat against the window, he sat on the bed, caressing his belly. He felt the baby's movements, little kicks that reminded him of the reality of his condition. With a deep sigh, he began to reflect on everything that had happened.

"How did I get to this point?" he wondered. Memories of the first symptoms, the surprise of the diagnosis, and the decision to face it all alone passed through his mind. He felt overwhelmed by loneliness and the fear of others' judgment.

He looked at the photos on the wall, images of happy moments with friends and family. Now, however, he felt distant from everyone. "If only they knew," he thought, "if only I could explain to them what I'm going through."

But there was also a part of him that found strength in this unique experience. He felt a deep connection with the baby he was carrying, a bond that no one could understand. "I'm doing this for us," he whispered, "and one day, all of this will make sense."

With these reflections, Daniel lay down, seeking comfort in the thought that, despite everything, he was doing something extraordinary. He closed his eyes, letting the sound of the rain lull him into a peaceful sleep.

[mpreghotties2]

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Chris Pratt is telling his husband Jeremy Renner that he just get the baby kick

[rainbowloveletters]

The Birth of Hope - Reese and Taylor

The dim, gentle glow of candlelight flickered across the bathroom tiles, casting a warm hue on the water's surface. Reese, with beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, leaned back against the cool porcelain edge of the tub. His breaths were deep, punctuated by the waves of contractions that rippled through him.

Taylor, ever calm and composed, sat in the tub with Reese, their bodies close, the warm water enveloping them both. Taylor's hand firmly gripped Reese's, their fingers entwined. He whispered soothing words, his voice a balm to Reese's pain. "You’re doing so well, love. Just breathe with me."

Reese, eyes tightly shut, focused on the rhythmic sound of Taylor’s voice. Each word was a reminder of their shared strength and the journey they were on together. Taylor’s other hand gently massaged Reese's shoulders, the tension slowly melting away under his touch.

The water, warm and comforting, offered a momentary relief. Taylor dipped a soft cloth into the bath and gently dabbed Reese’s forehead, the coolness of the cloth a stark contrast to the heat of his laboring body. "I've got you," Taylor murmured, "we're in this together."

As the contractions intensified, Reese clung to Taylor’s hand, drawing strength from his presence. Taylor, with unwavering patience, continued to whisper words of encouragement, his love and support unwavering. “Focus on the end, my love. Our baby is almost here.”

With each contraction, Reese's grip tightened, and Taylor remained his anchor, a steadfast rock in the storm. The sound of water splashing mingled with Reese’s labored breaths, creating a symphony of their shared struggle and hope.

In that small, candlelit bathroom, surrounded by the warmth of the water and the glow of their love, Reese and Taylor forged a memory that would forever bind them. Through the pain and the tears, they found solace in each other, their bond growing ever stronger as they awaited the arrival of their child.