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Billy's Choice - Part 2

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The sun was beginning to set on Sunday, September 1st. Billy walked briskly down the sidewalk, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie as he tried to ignore the persistent queasiness swirling in his stomach. Eight weeks had passed since his day at the beach with Antonio, and the memories of their intimate moment in the car were still fresh in Billy’s mind. They hadn’t met since that day, but Antonio had invited him over for a relaxed night of video games and catching up, something that Billy never declined.

He had been feeling off for the past few days. It started with mild nausea that he initially brushed off as a simple stomach bug, but the symptoms gradually intensified. He was constantly fatigued, his energy levels dipping unexpectedly throughout the day. His appetite was all over the place; some days, he couldn’t stand the sight of food, while on others, he was ravenous beyond belief, craving the most unusual combinations. Additionally, his lower abdomen felt unusually bloated and tender, his jeans fitting a tad tighter than usual around his waist, which only added to his discomfort.

As he approached Antonio’s apartment building, Billy took a moment to catch his breath, pressing a hand lightly against his unsettled stomach. He hoped that a fun evening with his best friend would distract him from whatever was going on with his body. Billy entered the familiar lobby and took the elevator to Antonio’s floor. As he walked down the hallway, he could already feel a smile tugging at his lips in anticipation. Reaching Antonio’s door, he knocked twice and waited, hearing the muffled sounds of movement from inside.

When the door opened, Antonio welcomed Billy with his perfect smile, only wearing a pair of snug, dark gray short shorts that clung to his hips and thighs, accentuating his lean muscles and athletic look. The shorts ended mid-thigh, revealing his well-defined legs. Billy couldn’t help but notice the light dusting of hair that trailed down from Antonio’s abs and disappeared beneath the waistband. The sight made Billy gasp as he remembered what Antonio’s shorts were hiding in his bulge.

“Hey, Billy! Antonio exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine delight. He stepped forward, enveloping Billy in a tight, warm hug.

Billy returned the embrace, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him despite his earlier discomfort. “Hey, Antonio,” Billy replied, his voice slightly muffled against Antonio’s shoulder. “Good to see you.”

Antonio pulled back, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern as he took in Billy’s slightly pale complexion. “You alright, man? You look a little under the weather,” Antonio asked, his tone laced with genuine worry.

Billy shrugged, offering a small, tired smile as he stepped into the apartment, Antonio closing the door behind them. “Yeah, I’ve been feeling kind of off lately. Probably just a bug or something.”

Antonio followed him into the living room, gesturing for Billy to sit on the plush, comfortable couch. “Maybe something you ate earlier?”

Billy sighed, leaning back against the couch cushions. “Well, it started a few days ago. I’ve been feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. Sometimes, it gets better during the day, but other times it lingers. I’ve also been super tired. I could sleep all day and still feel exhausted. And my appetite is all over the place. One minute, I’m starving, and the next, I can’t even think about food without feeling sick.”

Antonio listened carefully; his brow furrowed in concern. “That doesn’t sound like just a regular bug. Have you been to a doctor yet?”

Billy shook his head. “No, I figured I’d wait it out a bit and see if it gets better on its own. Plus, with classes starting up again, I’ve been pretty busy.”

“Maybe you should get it checked out, just to be safe,” Antonio said, smiling at Billy, who responded with a firm nod. “In the meantime, I have something that might take your mind off things.”

Billy raised an eyebrow, recognizing that playful tone all too well. “Oh no, what are you up to now?”

Antonio chuckled, leaning back and stretching his arms behind his head, his muscles flexing subtly with the movement. “How about a little rematch? Same stakes as last time.”

Billy groaned though he couldn’t suppress the grin forming on his lips. “Seriously? After what happened last time? You’re not going to make me wear another ridiculous speedo, are you?”

Antonio faked innocence, his grin widening. “Who, me? Would I do that?”

Billy laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, you would.”

Antonio leaned forward, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Come on, Billy! Think of it as a distraction from all the stuff you’re feeling. Plus, maybe you’ll win this time and get your revenge.”

Billy eyed him skeptically, but the idea of getting revenge was too tempting. “Alright, fine. But this time, I want to know what I’m getting into.”

Antonio wagged his finger playfully. “Nope. Just like last time, it’s a surprise.”

Billy hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright, but promise me it isn’t a speedo.”

“I promise it’s not a speedo,” Antonio exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and grabbing two controllers from the entertainment center. He tossed one to Billy, who caught it deftly despite his sluggishness.

As the game loaded up on the large flat-screen TV, Billy felt his stomach grumble loudly, reminding him of the persistent hunger he’d been feeling all day. Antonio glanced over, eyebrows raised.

“Hungry much?” He teased, though his tone was light.

Billy rubbed his stomach sheepishly. “You have no idea. I could eat a horse right now.”

Antonio laughed, getting up and heading towards the kitchen. “Well, lucky for you, I stocked up on snacks. Stay put; I’ll bring out the goods.”

Antonio returned moments later carrying an impressive array of snacks—potato chips, pretzels, cookies, sandwiches, and sodas. He set them down on the coffee table in front of Billy, who immediately reached for a handful of chips, popping them into his mouth. Antonio chuckled as he sat beside Billy on the couch, surprised by his friend’s hunger.

They dove into the first round, but it quickly became apparent that Billy’s focus was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop reaching for the snacks, his hunger seemingly insatiable. Every few seconds, he’d grab another handful, barely taking his eyes off the food as he tried to keep up with Antonio’s skilled gameplay.

Unsurprisingly, Antonio won the first match with ease. He shot Billy a teasing glance. “Looks like your mind’s more on the food than the game.”

Billy shrugged, unapologetic, as he munched on a cookie. “Can’t help it. I’m starving.”

They started the second round, but the pattern continued. Billy’s attention was split between the screen and the snacks. So, despite his best efforts, Antonio dominated the game once again. After the third round ended in another decisive victory for Antonio, Billy leaned back against the couch, his hands resting on his now satisfied and bloated stomach. He let out a contented sigh, though a part of him was slightly disappointed at losing so badly.

Antonio turned to him, a triumphant grin on his face. “Well, well, looks like I won again.”

Billy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, yeah. I blame the snacks. They were too distracting.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Antonio teased as he got up from the couch. “Wait right here. I have something for you.”

Billy watched as Antonio disappeared into his bedroom, returning moments later with a small box wrapped in bright red paper, identical to the one from their previous bet.

“Oh no,” Billy groaned, eyeing the box warily. “What did you get me this time?”

Antonio devilishly grinned as he handed the box over. “Only one way to find out.”

Billy took the box hesitantly, weighing it in his hands before carefully undoing the ribbon and peeling back the wrapping paper. His eyes widened in shock as he pulled out a tiny, vibrant red posing thong—the kind that bodybuilders wore on stage to showcase every muscle. There was barely any fabric to it—just a thin waistband and a small pouch in the front, with even thinner straps in the back.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Billy exclaimed, holding the minuscule garment between his fingers. The thin straps and minimal fabric left little to the imagination, and he couldn’t fathom how he was supposed to fit into it.

Antonio chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. “What? I think it suits you.”

Billy looked at him incredulously. “Suits me? This thing barely covers anything! There’s no way it’s going to fit over all this.” He gestured vaguely towards his hips and glutes, emphasizing his point, also looking at his big bulge, which would barely fit into the small pouch.

Antonio shrugged, unbothered. “A bet’s a bet, Billy. And besides, I promise you won’t have to wear it in public this time. It’s just for fun.”

Billy sighed, contemplating the absurdity of the situation. Part of him wanted to refuse outright, but another part—the part that enjoyed these playful antics with Antonio—found himself considering it. “Fine,” he relented after a moment, shaking his head with a small smile.

Antonio laughed, clapping his hands together. “Yay! Now, off you go. The bathroom awaits.”

Taking the tiny thong and steeling himself for the inevitable struggle, Billy went to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he took a deep breath and began to undress, folding his clothes neatly and setting them on the countertop. Standing there naked, he once again examined the thong, turning it over in his hands as he tried to figure out the best way to approach this challenge.

He carefully stepped into the thong, pulling it up slowly over his thighs. The fabric stretched taut almost immediately, the thin straps digging slightly into his skin as he worked to maneuver it upward. Billy encountered a significant obstacle as he tried to pull the waistband over his hips. His wide hips resisted the minimal give of the elastic, making it a strenuous effort to get the thong into position. Billy huffed in frustration, wiggling and adjusting his stance.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, gripping the straps firmly and giving another determined tug. The fabric strained but held, inching slowly over his hips until finally, with a final pull, it snapped into place around his waist. He carefully fit his big balls and large dick into the too-small pouch, groaning in discomfort.

Billy exhaled in relief, though his reprieve was short-lived as he took in his reflection. The thong was undeniably tiny, the bright red fabric contrasting sharply against his skin. At the back, the thin strap disappeared entirely between his ass cheeks. The front wasn’t much better; the pouch looked dangerously overstuffed, the material stretched to its limits and appearing as though it could give way at any moment. His bull balls were dangerously close to bursting out of the sides, and his dick pulled the waistband lower at the front, revealing its thick base.

A small, almost shy smile curled his lips as he turned slightly, observing himself from different angles. Billy couldn’t deny he liked how the thong fitted him. It wasn’t something he would wear in public, but it was perfect to show off his incredible ass and the impressive size of his dick and balls. He felt a certain confidence that came with wearing something so daring, and Billy found himself standing a little taller, his posture straightening as he admired the view.

Feeling nervous but confident, Billy gathered his discarded clothes and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door. He walked back into the living room, his steps cautious as he felt the straps shift slightly with each movement.

Antonio was sprawled out on the couch but immediately sat up straight as Billy entered the room. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed genuinely speechless, his gaze traveling slowly from Billy’s face down to his feet and back up again. “Wow,” Antonio finally breathed out, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You look incredible.”

Billy’s cheeks flushed a deep red as he tried to play it off with a casual shrug. “I feel ridiculous. This thing barely covers anything.”

Antonio stood up, walking over to get a closer look. He circled around Billy slowly, his eyes taking in every detail. “Ridiculous? I’d say impressive. Seriously, you’re pulling this off way better than I expected.”

Billy laughed nervously, his hands twitching at his sides as he resisted the urge to cover himself. “If by pulling it off, you mean barely containing everything, then sure.”

Antonio stood in front of him, his gaze dropping briefly to the strained fabric at the front before returning to meet Billy’s eyes. “Well, I got the smallest size they had, just to make it interesting. I’m surprised your things fit in there at all.”

Billy rolled his eyes, though there was a playful glint in his expression. “Of course, you did get the smallest size. Very funny.”

Antonio walked around Billy again, admiring the plump ass cheeks, fully exposed at the back. He reached gently out and adjusted one of the straps that had twisted slightly on Billy’s butt, his fingers brushing lightly against his skin. “There, that’s better.”

Billy shivered slightly at the touch, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with embarrassment. “Thanks.”

Antonio smiled and approached from behind, wrapping his arms around Billy’s midsection and resting his head on his shoulder. “You know… I haven’t forgotten about our day at the beach,” he whispered, his bulge firmly pressed against Billy’s ass. “I can’t forget a single second of it.”

Billy softly moaned when he felt Antonio’s dick stirring to live against his ass. “I can’t forget it either,” he said as Antonio’s hands caressed his lower abdomen, focusing on the bloated area.

“You’re pretty bloated,” Antonio remarked softly, his fingers rubbing small, soothing circles over the tender area. “Does it hurt?”

Billy glanced down at Antonio’s hand, surprised by the gesture but finding it oddly comforting. “A little tender, but not too bad. It just feels full, I guess.”

Antonio’s brow slightly furrowed as he continued the gentle massage, his touch careful and attentive. “I really think you should see a doctor, Billy. To make sure everything’s okay.”

Billy sighed, leaning into the touch subconsciously. The gentle pressure seemed to ease some of the discomfort, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll make an appointment soon.”

Antonio smiled as his dick hardened against Billy’s ass. “Good. I only want to make sure you feel alright,” he said, his voice soft and playful. “And maybe there’s another way to help you feel better?” He moved his hands lower to rub Billy’s crotch, his fingers tracing over the shape of his soft dick, which immediately came to life.

Billy gasped, feeling his dick hardening and stretching the fabric of the overstuffed pouch even more. “Ho-How?” Billy asked, closing his eyes and enjoying Antonio’s touch.

“I think you know, and I think you want the same,” Antonio said, quickly pulling the front of his short shorts down to let his hard dick out and push it against Billy’s bare ass. “Would you mind if we repeat what we did in the car that day?”

Billy moaned, his body shivering due to Antonio’s touch. His big dick was getting harder by the second, and the thong’s fabric could barely handle it. “I wouldn’t mind. I-I need it, ugh,” he said, feeling his dick stretching the thong to the limit until the fabric finally gave up. With a loud snap, Billy’s dick burst out of the pouch, also revealing his bull balls and making him gasp.

Antonio smiled when he realized what had happened and slowly guided Billy to the couch as the thong fell to the ground. Antonio immediately removed his shorts, and Billy leaned over the couch, exposing his butt in full glory to a highly aroused Antonio, who didn’t hesitate to fit his dick into Billy’s hole. Both guys moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation more than the last time as Antonio pushed his whole dick into his best friend.

Antonio smiled, feeling Billy’s hole squirming in need around his dick. “Fuck! You feel even better than last time. Are you enjoying this as much as me?”

Billy grinned, letting his body adjust to Antonio’s dick. “Yes. I love it. Now, keep going! You made me wear the ridiculous thong; you better fuck me good in exchange,” Billy said as Antonio started thrusting hard, making the moans grow louder.

****

Billy woke up the next morning feeling worse than ever. The constant nausea, the relentless fatigue, the extreme hunger, and the strange bloating—it was all too much. He knew he couldn’t keep dismissing these symptoms. As he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, his hands instinctively went to his bloated abdomen, pressing lightly against the unfamiliar roundness. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he remembered the big load Antonio had pumped into him the night before, which only accentuated the strange bloating.

He had enjoyed his night with Antonio, but Billy knew something wasn’t right with his body and needed answers. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Billy made a doctor’s appointment, hoping it was just some strange bug or stress from the coming school year. However, deep down, a gnawing anxiety whispered that it might be something more.

As he dressed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants—choosing comfort over his usual fitted attire—Billy couldn’t shake the nervousness building inside him. The thought of Antonio briefly crossed his mind again, but Billy pushed it aside to focus on the immediate task at hand. After all, he needed to figure out what was wrong with him before he could worry about anything else. He didn’t know how the recent events would impact his friendship with Antonio, but at the moment, he only needed to get over the strange sickness.

The trip to the doctor’s office was a blur, his mind racing with possibilities. His mind was elsewhere, barely paying attention to his steps. His hands were again in the pockets of his hoodie, absentmindedly caressing his abdomen. When Billy was right outside the clinic, he was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice the tall figure walking toward him until they collided, nearly sending him to the ground. A strong hand grabbed his arm, steadying him before he could fall.

“Whoa, easy there!” A deep voice chuckled. Billy looked up, blinking in surprise at the familiar face smiling down at him, the face of his best friend from school.

“Callum?” Billy stammered, trying to reconcile the man in front of him with the memory of the lanky teenager he had known years ago. The man before him was anything but lanky now.

Callum Gibson had always been tall, but the years had filled him out in ways that were impossible to ignore. Standing at 6’4” and weighing in at a solid 250 pounds of pure muscle, Callum was the epitome of a fitness model. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, and his blue eyes sparkled with an easygoing charm that hadn’t changed a bit. He wore an oversized t-shirt that somehow still clung to his massive chest and shoulders, the fabric straining slightly across his bulging pectorals and large biceps. His jeans, though meant to be loose, hugged his thick legs, unable to hide the sheer size and strength that lay beneath.

“Billy? What a coincidence! It’s been so long,” Callum said with a grin, pulling Billy into a tight hug that made him feel like a child wrapped in the arms of a giant. “I’ve missed you, man!”

Billy couldn’t help but smile despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. “Callum, wow, you’ve grown,” he said, trying to find the right words as Callum released him from the hug. “You’re huge!”

Callum laughed, a deep, resonant sound. “Yeah, I guess I’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard. But look at you!” He stepped back, his eyes sweeping over Billy with genuine admiration. “You’re looking great too. Butt is as big as always. Damn, man!” Callum winked at Billy, remembering the old times when Callum used to tease Billy about his ass.

Billy blushed, his hand instinctively moving to his hips. “Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled, feeling a bit self-conscious under Callum’s gaze. But there was no denying that Callum’s compliment had an effect on him. For a moment, it was as if the discomfort of the last few days melted away, leaving only the simple pleasure of reconnecting with an old friend.

“What are you doing here?” Billy asked, eager to change the subject.

“Just moved into town a few days ago,” Callum explained. “I’ve been studying abroad, but now I’m back for good. I was getting checked by a doctor. He said I’m perfectly healthy,” Callum said, lifting one arm to flex his big bicep, emphasizing his excellent conditioning.

“Oh, I’m arriving for a schedule,” Billy said, remembering why he was there. “I’ve been a bit sick, so I came to make sure it’s only a bug,” he added, looking down at his abdomen.

“I’m sure you’re perfectly healthy. You look as great as when we played soccer in school,” Callum said, smiling at Billy, who gasped as he admired his friend’s perfect look. “Maybe… What if I wait for you? I’d love to have a coffee or juice and catch up. What do you say?”

Billy hesitated, his mind still reeling due to his sickness. But Callum’s infectious enthusiasm was hard to resist, so he nodded. “Sure, why not? If you don’t mind waiting for me, I’ll gladly join,” he smiled.

As Callum walked with him into the clinic, Billy couldn’t help but admire his friend’s perfect looks. The strong jawline, the piercing blue eyes, the way his muscles bulged beneath his t-shirt—it was hard not to notice. And for the first time, Billy observed Callum in a new light. Maybe it was the recent emotional rollercoaster or the comfort of reconnecting with someone he trusted. But Billy felt a warmth spreading through him as he stared at Callum, and the memories of his encounters with Antonio slowly faded.

...

[expectantdaddies]

Kaveh descends from a lineage of intrepid merchants who journeyed to the Boundless Desert and eventually settled there. As a result, Kaveh possesses distinct features that set him apart from the native inhabitants. However, this difference in appearance does not render Kaveh an outsider; he was born into the dunes and learned the ways of combat alongside the other warriors of the Banu al-Nar, a nomadic tribe renowned for their ability to thrive in the harshest, most perilous regions of the desert.

Despite his unique physical attributes, Kaveh is regarded as a full member of the tribe. If he desired, the tribe might even be amenable to modifying their customs to allow him to assume the role of chieftain. However, Kaveh harbors no such aspirations; instead, he finds fulfillment in serving as one of the tribal commanders, leading squads to ensure the safety and security of the tribe's territory.

Kaveh's contributions are not overlooked or underappreciated by his fellow tribesmen. In fact, he has attracted the attentions of the tribe's chieftain himself, who has initiated a courtship with Kaveh. The tribal courtship rituals may seem unconventional to those unfamiliar with life in the unforgiving deserts - matrimony can only be consummated once the couple produces offspring together.

Thus, Kaveh accepted the chieftain's courtship, and now his belly is swollen with the fruits of their union. Once Kaveh delivers the chieftain's child, the tribe will officiate a marriage ceremony, officially designating Kaveh as the chief's mate. The chieftain continues to appreciate Kaveh's body even in its pregnant state, and demonstrates his desire for Kaveh each night in their shared tent.

If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.

Kaveh, pregnant desert warrior.

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[mpregnerd]

Hard Hat, Full Belly

Part 1 - Greg’s Big Day on Site

Greg’s trailer office smelled like dust, sweat, and printer toner — and now, the sharp musk of his own desperation. The damn A/C was busted again, so the room was thick with heat and the sour-sweet scent of a daddy way too pregnant to still be workin’. His tight belly pulsed, rock-hard under his shirt, pushing the hem up and making his whole middle glisten with sweat.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, bracing himself on the edge of the desk. “This kid better be union-certified by now with the way they’re jackhammerin’ my insides.”

Another contraction rolled in — a deep, brutal one that made his thighs twitch and his ass clench involuntarily. He threw his head back with a strangled groan, thick neck flexing. “Hnnngh—fuck, not again—oh fuck, I think that one stretched my hole.”

He couldn’t sit still anymore. Greg stood up, one hand on his back, the other cradling the underside of his swollen belly like it was made of dynamite. And it was — hot, tight, trembling, and so full he could feel pressure building low and mean.

His balls ached. His cock throbbed. And somehow, he was leaking — not just from his chest, but down below too. A sticky trickle soaked into the seam of his jeans, mixing with sweat and arousal until it was hard to tell where the labor pains ended and the need began.

He waddled to the mirror bolted to the trailer wall, staring at his reflection. A scruffy, rugged mess. Calloused hands. Sun-worn skin. Belly so round it looked obscene. “Christ,” he whispered. “Look at you, Greg. Some boss you are. Knocked up, needy, and about to cum just from your baby hittin’ the right nerve.”

Then his phone buzzed again.

Rookie: “Outside. You good?”

Greg didn’t even hesitate. He yanked the door open.

Rookie stood there—hard hat crooked, lips parted, cheeks pink like he knew. His eyes went straight to Greg’s belly, then down to where his jeans were soaked and strained.

“Holy shit, Boss,” Rookie murmured. “You’re about to pop.”

Greg’s voice was low, growling. “I’m fuckin’ crowning, kid. And if you don’t wanna mop me off this floor, you better get inside and help me out.”

Rookie dropped everything — hard hat, bag, whatever the hell he had in his hand. Slammed the trailer door shut behind them.

Greg fell back into the chair, legs open wide, breathing hard. “Get on your knees. Help Daddy ride this out.”

Rookie knelt, reverent, shaking a little as he slid Greg’s jeans down. The smell hit him—raw, earthy, leaking. Greg was open. His entrance flexed with every contraction, bulging, needy, twitching with pressure.

“You see that?” Greg growled, gripping his own belly as it contracted again. “That’s your fuckin’ baby coming outta me. Now don’t just stare, Rookie. Earn your fuckin’ promotion.”

The younger man leaned in, hands trembling as he braced Greg’s hips. “Yes, sir,” he whispered. “Whatever you need.”

The pressure built. Greg panted, sweat dripping off his beard, belly convulsing with each push. “Oh fuck—oh god—I’m gonna cum if I push again!”

Rookie’s hands clutched him tighter. “Then do it. Let go, Boss. Fuckin’ let it all out.”

Greg let out a roar—half pain, half climax—as he bore down hard, everything in him seizing at once. His water broke like a dam, soaking them both. And in the middle of it, he did cum—hard, feral, grunting like an animal as his baby slid lower, lower, lower—

“Goddamn,” he sobbed, riding the waves. “That’s it, baby, come out for Daddy. Come out while Daddy blows his load.”

Part 2 - The Crowning

Greg’s legs were spread wide, braced on the arms of his chair. His jeans were somewhere across the trailer. His belly was heaving—slick, flushed, visibly tightening with each gut-punch contraction that left him gasping and growling.

Rookie knelt between those thick, trembling thighs, stunned by the sight in front of him.

“Boss…” he breathed, reverent. “You’re so fucking… open.”

Greg gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his beard onto his chest. “Yeah? You gonna just sit there and narrate or get this fuckin’ thing outta me?”

The pressure was nuclear. Blinding. His belly clenched again, and he roared, grabbing his knees and pushing with all the strength that thirty years of construction had built into his core.

And then—“FUCK!”

A wet, obscene pop filled the room.

“Holy shit,” Rookie whispered. “The head’s right there.”

Greg growled, eyes rolling back. “I fuckin’ know, rookie! I feel every inch of this bastard splitting me open!”

Rookie couldn’t stop staring — at the slick ring of skin stretching, at the veins throbbing in Greg’s neck, at the way his cock stayed rock hard through it all. “Boss, I—I didn’t know it’d be this… hot.”

Greg laughed through a groan. “Welcome to the real fuckin’ labor force, kid.”

Another contraction slammed into him. “AH—NGHH—shit! Push—I gotta push again, I can’t stop!”

Rookie's hands moved instinctively, cradling Greg's lower back, supporting his hips as the big man bore down again, snarling like a beast in heat.

“Crownin’,” Greg panted. “Fucking crowning. You see it stretchin’? You see Daddy’s hole getting wrecked?”

Rookie moaned out loud. “Y-Yeah, Boss. You’re stretchin’ so good…”

Greg's face twisted into something halfway between agony and orgasm. His whole body shook as his entrance gave way further, ring of fire burning so good it made him leak pre all over his own belly.

“Tell me,” he growled, eyes glazed. “Tell me you’re gonna fuck me again the second this baby’s out.”

Rookie leaned up, whispering against his lips. “I’m gonna stuff you so full, Boss, you’ll be waddlin’ with twins by lunch break.”

Greg howled—from pain, from lust, from pressure. One more push. One final, shuddering cry—

And then the baby slipped free.

Wet. Warm. Screaming. Rookie caught it with trembling hands, eyes wide. “Boss… you did it.”

Greg collapsed back, chest heaving, soaked in sweat and afterglow. His hole still twitched, gaping, slick, messy.

And his cock? Still hard.

“You got a towel?” Greg rasped, voice hoarse. “Or are you gonna fuck me through the afterbirth like a real man?”

Rookie looked up, flushed, breathless.

“…I left the towel in the truck.”

Greg smirked, dark and devilish.

“Good. Then shut the door.”

Part 3 - Paternity Leave? Never Heard of Her

The sun was just starting to rise over the job site.

Inside the trailer, it smelled like sweat, sex, and the sharp tang of something far more primal — that deep, instinctive scent of afterbirth and breeding and claiming. Greg lay half-naked on the couch, belly soft, his sweat-streaked shirt shoved up over his chest.

One arm cradled his newborn on his chest — wrapped in Greg’s safety vest, already fussing like a foreman in training.

The other arm?

Gripping the edge of the couch cushion so hard his knuckles went white.

“F-Fuck, Rookie…!” Greg groaned, voice hoarse and wrecked. “You’re still going?”

Rookie didn’t answer — just grunted, hips snapping forward, cock buried to the hilt in Greg’s still-leaking hole.

The kid had been insatiable since the birth. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the way Greg’s body hadn’t even tried to close up. Hell, maybe it was the sight of his boss, belly deflated, legs spread, still dripping, still open.

“Can’t stop,” Rookie gasped against Greg’s neck. “You’re still so warm… so fuckin’ wet… your hole’s sucking me back in every time—fuck—like it wants another baby.”

Greg moaned, low and feral. “It does, you dumb fuck. You knocked up the site manager, you think he stays empty for long?”

Rookie’s rhythm faltered—just for a second—then slammed back in harder.

Greg’s head lolled back with a growl. “That’s right. Breed me. Don’t let this hole close up—pump me full while I’m still fuckin’ gaping.

The infant let out a soft coo, totally unfazed by the raw, desperate fucking happening inches away.

Greg looked down at him. “Don’t worry, kid. You won’t be an only child for long.”

Rookie bit his lip. “You sure? You just gave birth hours ago…”

Greg grinned through the sweat and the stretch and the deep ache of being split wide and bred again.

“Listen, Rookie,” he panted. “I’m a construction daddy. I don’t take breaks. I take loads.”

One more thrust, and Rookie finally spilled — deep, messy, warm enough that Greg felt it flood him, fill him, push against the rim of his already-raw hole.

They both froze, panting. Greg’s cock twitched — and fuck it, he came again, shooting across his own chest.

“Jesus Christ,” Rookie groaned. “We need a mop.”

Greg chuckled, stroking Rookie’s back, still deep inside him.

“No, kid,” he said. “We need a crib.”

[innerthighfest]

Lower

His hands rested on the curve of his belly, the heavy weight of it pressing into his lower back, a constant reminder of the life growing inside him. He had been sitting there, in the cool moonlight, savoring the quiet peace that came with being so far along in a pregnancy—until he felt it.

A sharp, sudden sensation, like a deep, heavy shift, that drew his attention. His breath caught as a wave of discomfort radiated through his abdomen. His belly, once high and rounded, seemed to lower in that moment, a subtle but undeniable feeling of descent. The baby had dropped.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively placed his hands on the lower part of his belly, feeling the shift, the pressure as the baby moved lower. His stomach tightened, a rush of discomfort filling him as the weight shifted downwards. It was a strange, almost painful sensation. A deep, pulling heaviness in his pelvis as if the baby were suddenly closer to his hips.

"Oh God..." His voice was low and shaky, the words feeling strained, a mix of awe and discomfort. He could feel the baby moving, pressing downward, stretching his body in ways that weren’t as comfortable anymore. The pressure was almost too much, making his back ache, his hips feel like they were being pulled apart. It was as if the very act of the baby shifting had turned his entire body into a tight, sensitive knot.

"Ohh, you're getting deeper..." His voice was shaky, a soft, breathless laugh escaping his lips despite the discomfort. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to find some relief, but it was impossible. The pressure in his pelvis was overwhelming, as though the baby had settled in a way that left him feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. It wasn’t painful in the way of sharp, acute pain, but it was uncomfortable in a deep, aching, almost suffocating way.

He ran his hands over the swollen curve of his belly, trying to soothe the tightness, but every time the baby moved, it only intensified the sensation. He could feel the baby pressing against his lower abdomen, the heaviness of it too much at times, making him gasp softly.

"You’re so big..." he murmured softly to the baby, his voice a mixture of awe and a little strain. "You’re so low...I can feel you."

Another shift. Another deep pressure. He winced, his hands gripping the sides of his belly as he leaned forward slightly, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort. The baby's movements, now feeling heavier, seemed to cause a sharp tug within him, pulling on his muscles, on his very core. It was almost like the weight of the child inside was too much, too overwhelming, like a gravitational pull he couldn’t escape.

His breath was quickening, the discomfort making it hard to focus. The low ache in his hips grew with each passing second, and as the baby moved again, it sent a jolt of sharp pressure down through his pelvis, his whole body trembling with the intensity of it.

Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the movements. The heaviness, the constant reminder of how hugely pregnant he truly was with his lover's baby—it was intimate, even if it wasn’t always pleasant. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear the pressure, but still, he loved it. He loved how full it made him feel, how complete his body had become.

"Oh wow. Oh wow. You’re so close. It's time. Oh god, you're coming now" he murmured, chaotically running his fingers over his big tight belly again, feeling the weight of the baby pushing down. "Oooo, you're almost there. Ooohhh, You have to get lower."

But the drop, the weight, the relentless pressure as the baby moved even lower—it was a sensation he couldn’t ignore. The baby was coming now. He had to start pushing. Through the discomfort, through the aching weight, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of wonder. As much as the pressure hurt, as much as the discomfort stung, it was the price he was willing to pay to do it all over again, but next time, he wanted twins.

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Martin's fiance was a photographer, so he often found himself posing for him. As the months progressed, the number of photos increased, and the amount of clothes decreased.

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[swollenguys]

The bigger he got, the harder it got to play, and apparently this baby took after its father when it came to kicking.

[expectantdaddies]

Si-woo, born into a powerful chaebol family, had always known his path in life was predetermined. As the eldest son of the president and grandson of the chairman, he was expected to dedicate himself wholly to the sprawling conglomerate that employed much of the nation. Unlike his carefree brothers who pursued other interests or coasted on their family name alone, Si-woo had no choice but to follow in his father's footsteps and one day take over the company.

His ordered world was upended when a brash efficiency consultant named Hank arrived on the scene, hired by shareholders despite the vehement objections of Si-woo's grandfather and father. With years of experience turning around troubled Western companies under his belt, Hank approached his task at the chaebol with characteristic aggression, determined to identify the root causes of its financial woes.

Si-woo found himself torn between agreement with Hank's goal and discomfort with his methods. The young executive's grandfather tasked him with derailing Hank's investigation by any means necessary. In a moment of weakness after one too many drinks, Si-woo ended up in bed with the charismatic consultant, unaware that Hank had orchestrated the seduction to gain access to confidential files on Si-woo's work computer.

As Hank slept soundly the next morning, Si-woo reviewed the documents and made a shocking discovery - his own relatives were siphoning millions from the company for their lavish lifestyles. Hank's investigation was nearly complete. When they confronted each other about their deceptions, both men realized that working together was the only way to save the chaebol and prevent a scandal.

Under Si-woo's guidance, they quietly excised the most egregious offenders from the company rolls, offering generous pensions in exchange for their silence. The young executive used his political acumen to ensure no press or police inquiries were launched as they cleaned house.

Si-woo managed to convince his initially skeptical father and grandfather that Hank's reforms had saved the chaebol from a slow death, and that a union between the two men was a blessing in disguise. And indeed it seemed so when Si-woo discovered he was carrying Hank's child after their passionate affair blossomed into something more.

The two lovers married amidst much fanfare, with Si-woo's family publicly welcoming his dashing husband despite their initial reservations. Together, they would usher the chaebol into a new era of efficiency and transparency, their love story becoming a legend in the board rooms of Seoul.

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Si-woo, pregnant office worker.

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🏛️ “After the Party” — A Brotherhood-Born Drama

The frat house still reeked of stale beer, sweat, and something that could only be described as "cheap tequila and bad decisions." Red solo cups dotted every surface like the aftermath of a plastic blizzard, and Liam — the youngest pledge and most visibly pregnant — groaned as he bent to pick one up.

His shirt clung to him, soaked through with sweat from both effort and something more primal. The contractions were coming faster now.

"Ugh—shit," Liam hissed, dropping the cup and grabbing the edge of the table for support. His belly, round and full, pressed between his knees as another wave hit him like a linebacker. A deep, guttural sound escaped his throat — equal parts pain, fear, and... something else.

Footsteps pounded down the stairs.

“Bro, you okay?” said Trey, the chapter VP, sliding in sock-footed across a puddle of spilled beer. His eyes widened. “Oh hell no— You’re having the baby now?!”

Liam nodded through gritted teeth. “I was just trying to clean up the living room, I didn’t think—ahhhnn—this would happen today!”

From the hallway, Marcus called out, “He needs water—get him water!” He rushed in, shirtless and panicked, dropping to his knees beside Liam. His hands hovered nervously before finally gripping Liam’s shoulders with unexpected tenderness. “You’re okay, we’ve got you.”

“No we don’t,” barked Josh, the only sober brother last night and therefore the newly elected voice of reason. “Someone call an ambulance!”

“I’m calling, I’m calling!” shouted Darren, already fumbling with his phone, pacing barefoot across the wreckage of party night.

The light above flickered. Harsh shadows danced across their faces like a low-budget indie film — but nothing about this felt fake. Liam crouched lower to the ground, another contraction taking over. His skin was flushed, lips parted, and his breathing rapid and shallow.

“Guys,” he panted. “I think my water just broke... on the Coors carpet.”

“Bro…” Trey whispered reverently. “That’s, like, the most frat birth ever.”

Liam couldn’t even roll his eyes. He was too busy groaning through another contraction.

Marcus crouched closer, his hand resting protectively on the underside of Liam’s belly. “Hey,” he murmured, voice barely above the noise of the TV still playing reruns in the background. “You’re doing incredible. Seriously. You’re like… the strongest guy I know.”

Liam looked up at him, dazed, sweat running down his temples. “You better name this baby after me.”

“You’re the one having it, dude. We’re naming him whatever you want.”

Josh returned, clutching a stack of towels, clearly stolen from the guest bathroom. “Towels down. Floor’s too gross for a miracle.”

Liam collapsed to his knees with their help, clutching Trey’s forearm in a death grip. "I can't believe I'm giving birth... in front of all of you... in a frat house."

Marcus smirked through the panic. “Hey. We said no pledge left behind, remember?”

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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!

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Peyton has just reached his second trimester, and he can't help but feel conscious about his swelling midsection and expanding ass. Thankfully, his boyfriend, Max, doesn't seem too bothered by his condition. Neither does the rest of the wrestling team. Call it a late night practice.

This is my first morph, constructive criticism is welcome. God knows I need it 😂

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