#mpregstory

[mpregtales]

Blake

9 months pregnant, 28 years old, from rural Georgia, expecting his first children, twin boys

Blake was the quintessential all-American boy. Growing up in rural Georgia, he was the golden boy of his small town—star athlete, prom king, and the ladies’ man every mother hoped their daughter would bring home. With his tasseled brown hair, deep brown eyes, perfect million dollar smile, and a neatly trimmed beard, Blake was the embodiment of Southern charm. His muscular build, honed through years of football and farm work, made him a local heartthrob, but it was his sharp intellect that set him apart. Whether solving problems in class or strategizing on the field, Blake’s smarts complemented his looks. Still, it was his perfectly rounded, sculpted bubble butt that captured everyone’s attention. Whether in jeans, gym shorts, or even his football uniform, it was impossible to miss—firm, full, round, and seemingly designed to turn heads.

Blake had spent most of his life dating women — and they were absolutely all over him. Drawn to his masculine looks, his confident charm, and, of course, his nicely sized manhood, which all of his girlfriends throughout the years enjoyed, Blake spent his early years fulfilling the expectations of his upbringing. He genuinely liked their company and the attention, but it always felt like something was missing. Deep down, there was a yearning he couldn’t explain, a desire for something more that he had never dared to explore. That all changed the summer he met Derek.

Derek was unlike anyone Blake had ever encountered. A family friend visiting for a wedding, Derek was 35, tall, and built like a Greek god, with a chiseled jawline, broad chest, and piercing gaze that exuded confidence and dominance. The chemistry between them was instant, a magnetic pull Blake couldn’t resist. Derek’s lingering glances at Blake’s body—especially his famous bubble butt—didn’t go unnoticed, and Blake found himself craving Derek’s attention in a way he’d never felt before.

The night of the wedding, under the soft glow of the moon, Blake and Derek found themselves alone in the poolhouse. The tension between them was electric, the air thick with unspoken desire. Blake had never realized his attraction to men until Derek came along—there was something about Derek that awakened a part of him he didn’t know existed. It felt instinctual, undeniable.

Derek stepped closer, his broad hand sliding down Blake’s back before settling firmly on his glutes. Blake’s breath hitched as Derek squeezed his bubble butt with confidence, eliciting a low, involuntary moan. For the first time, Blake felt truly wanted, truly desired. Derek leaned in, his deep, commanding voice a whisper in Blake’s ear: “You’ve got the most incredible body I’ve ever seen.”

Blake felt a warmth rush through his body—a pulsing, almost primal need building between his cheeks. His instincts, untested but undeniable, took over. He had never been with a man before, let alone bottomed for one, but as he glanced back at Derek’s piercing gaze, he knew wanted this. Blake instinctually lowered himself onto all fours on the poolhouse floor, arching his back and pushing his plump bubble butt outward. His glutes shifted and clapped softly as he moved, a deliberate, confident offering to the that left no room for hesitation.

Derek’s breath caught as he freed himself from his clothes, revealing a manhood that rivaled Blake’s own in size—impressive and commanding. Blake’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced back, wondering for a moment if he could take something so massive. But as the warmth between his cheeks pulsed and his body quivered with anticipation, he instinctively knew that he could. His glutes, plump and inviting, seemed made for this moment, and the primal longing coursing through him left no doubt. He felt ready—eager to let Derek claim him fully.

His plump cheeks, tightly stretched by his underwear, seemed to beg for release. Derek reached down, sliding Blake’s waistband down slowly. As the fabric moved past Blake’s round glutes, they jiggled softly, their fullness revealed in the moonlight. Derek let out a groan, his desire palpable as he positioned himself between Blake’s cheeks.

The first press of Derek against Blake’s entrance sent a shiver through both of them. Blake’s body reacted instinctively, his entrance quivering and accommodating the breach. As Derek began to push inside, Blake gasped, his body adjusting to the sensation, Derek filling him so fully. The stretch was intense, but it felt right—better than anything Blake had ever experienced. Derek’s manhood fit perfectly, as if their bodies were made for each other.

Derek’s hands gripped Blake’s hips firmly, guiding their movements as they found their rhythm. Each thrust made Blake’s bubble butt clap against Derek’s hips, the sound echoing through the poolhouse. For Derek, it was the way Blake’s cheeks cradled him, soft yet strong, enhancing every motion. For Blake, it was the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely, the warmth of Derek’s release spreading through him like fire. He moaned deeply, his body alive with a new kind of ecstasy that he had never known before.

When Derek climaxed, his release was deep and powerful, filling Blake completely. Blake’s body instinctively took it all in, sealing their connection in a way neither had anticipated. As Blake collapsed forward onto the floor, his thighs trembling and his glutes still tingling, he couldn’t help but feel that something profound had shifted within him. The moment was raw, intense, and life-changing.

When Blake found out he was pregnant, it was a shock. Now imagine how shocked he was to find out he pregnant with twins — how could he explain this to others and reconcile it with the reputation he had built for himself? As it turned out, child-bearing came naturally to him. As his body began to swell with, Blake found a new confidence and love for his body. 

Now at nine months pregnant and overdue, Blake’s body is the epitome of fertility and strength. His dropped belly, immense and perfectly round, dominates his muscular frame, stretching it to its absolute limits as it carries his twin boys with pride. It hangs low and heavy, swaying with every step, the weight pressing into his widened hips and making his movements deliberate yet graceful. His bubble butt, forever the talk of the town, has transformed into a lush, ripe, pregnancy-thickened masterpiece—soft, full, and impossibly round set of mounds. Each step sends his cheeks bouncing and jiggling with a mesmerizing rhythm, drawing even more attention than ever before.

His thighs, thickened and muscular, have grown even stronger to support his expanded size, their strength a testament to the adaptability of his body. Blake often finds himself marveling at his reflection in the mirror. His belly is a perfect, heavy dome, taut and glowing, the skin stretched smoothly over the growing boys within. He spends hours rubbing his belly, his large hands moving in soothing circles as he feels his boys kick, stretch, and roll inside him. The sensations of their movements fill him with pride and anticipation, a constant reminder of the life he’s bringing into the world.

His pecs, fuller and subtly swollen, have begun to prepare for fatherhood, while his hips have broadened to balance the incredible weight he now carries. Every curve of his body tells a story of transformation, radiating life, vitality, and purpose. Blake knows his journey has been unexpected, but as he prepares to meet his sons, he can’t help but embrace the incredible changes his body has undergone, a physical testament to the beauty of his newfound purpose.

Blake’s hormones are in overdrive—heightened to a level he never imagined. His libido surges, leaving him craving touch and intimacy more than ever. Yet, his heart belongs to Derek, whose love and devotion have only deepened during this transformative journey. Derek visits often, drawn not only by his love for Blake but also by the awe he feels when looking at him. He never misses an opportunity to remind Blake how beautiful and radiant he looks, marveling at how Blake’s body has adapted to carry their boys. Derek’s hands frequently find their way to Blake’s massive bubble butt, kneading and caressing the lush, pregnancy-thickened mounds that have grown to accommodate their twins.

Blake often turns to Derek to help satisfy the cravings brought on by his surging hormones. Their moments together are passionate and deeply fulfilling. Blake frequently finds himself on all fours, his enormous belly swaying low beneath him, arching his back to present his mountainous cheeks. The sheer size and softness of his glutes, so full and ripe, beg for Derek’s touch and dominance. Derek, always eager to oblige, never resists the opportunity to feel Blake’s massive cheeks clapping against him, their movements rhythmic and mesmerizing. For both of them, it’s a reminder of the night their boys were conceived—a night of raw passion that forever changed their lives.

As his due date approaches, Blake has found a profound love and appreciation for his body. He embraces the changes—the heavy, dropped belly pressing into his pelvis, the shifting softness of his glutes, and the strength of his thighs that support his every step. His body feels alive, gearing up for the monumental task of bringing his sons into the world. Blake often daydreams about the moment he will give birth, imagining the instinctive movements of his body as it prepares for labor.

He envisions himself in his birthing position—on all fours, his massive belly hanging low beneath him, his mountainous cheeks spread wide, ready to do the work they were made for. With each contraction, he pictures the instinctive push, the feeling of his glutes parting as his body works to deliver Derek’s sons into the world. 

For Blake, the journey to becoming a father has been transformative. Once the all-American ladies’ man, he never imagined he’d find himself heavily pregnant, having been bred by another man, preparing to push out two big boys, and loving every moment of it. But in Derek, Blake has found a love he never knew he needed. And as he looks ahead, Blake knows this is only the beginning. He sees a future filled with love, family, and perhaps even more children—his body fulfilling its purpose in ways he never thought possible.

From the Paternity Studios Collection

[weiner-does-preg]

Making the gods angry

[fearfulfertility]

CONFIDENTIAL LOGISTICS REPORT

DRC, Planning & Evaluation Office, Logistics & Infrastructure Division

Date: [REDACTED]

To: Director [REDACTED]

From: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

Subject: Facility Expansion: New Paternity Compound Construction

Executive Summary

This report outlines the ongoing expansion of DRC-operated paternity compounds across several strategic locations nationwide. In response to increasing insemination rates and projected surrogacy demands, we have begun constructing new high-capacity compounds to accommodate more surrogates. These expansions will enable the DRC to streamline the conscription process, optimize surrogacy cycles, and ensure our ability to meet the population sustainability targets outlined for the next fiscal period.

The new compounds focus on enhanced security, specialized medical equipment, and increased surrogacy capacity.

I. Facility Expansion Overview

Strategic Locations and Site Selection

To ensure regional coverage and minimize travel time to detain and inseminated surrogates, the DRC has approved the construction of [REDACTED] new paternity compounds in FEMA Zones 4, 6, 7, and 8. These facilities will be situated in [REDACTED] areas, selected for their proximity to population centers, existing transport infrastructure, and relative isolation, ensuring operational security.

Zone 4: Atlanta, GA

Zone 6: Houston, TX

Zone 7: Omaha, NE

Zone 8: Denver, CO

Each compound is designed to accommodate [REDACTED] surrogates at any given time, with the ability to scale up to [REDACTED] in emergencies. Construction is scheduled for completion within the next [REDACTED] months, with the first inspections set to begin by [REDACTED] this year.

Paternity Compound Design Features:

High-Capacity Paternity Wards: Each compound contains specialized wards designed to manage surrogates carrying up to sedecatuplets (16), with private rooms for those at risk of premature labor.

Enhanced Monitoring Systems: Advanced surveillance and biometric monitoring ensure constant oversight and swift response to emergencies.

Security Enhancements: Reinforced containment protocols, secure access points, and patrol routes have been established to prevent unauthorized access and ensure surrogate compliance.

II. Specialized Equipment and Medical Support

Given the unique demands and expectations placed on surrogates, each paternity compound will be equipped with advanced medical infrastructure to ensure the safety and effective management of extreme weight gain, reduced mobility, and increased risks of organ stress.

Key Equipment and Infrastructure:

Reinforced Support Beds: Traditional hospital beds have proven insufficient for surrogates carrying high multiples, whose pregnancies can lead to total weight gains exceeding 200 lbs. Each ward will feature reinforced, adjustable support beds capable of accommodating extreme weights. These beds will be equipped with pressure-relief systems to minimize discomfort and reduce the risk of bedsores for near-immobile surrogates.

“I hate that I’m here! But… all I have is this bed! I can’t move, I can’t breathe half the time, but at least I have a fucking memory foam mattress!” - Surrogate S118-176-J, 27 days pregnant with decatuplets (10)

Automated Feeding & Hydration Systems: Automated systems will ensure continuous nutrition and hydration to support surrogates with reduced mobility. Given the caloric intake requirements for such pregnancies, these systems will monitor and adjust fluid and nutrient delivery, reducing the need for frequent staff intervention.

“I’m basically just a machine now, aren’t I? They hook me up, pump me full of these stupid protein shakes, and keep me breathing so I can keep carrying these bowling ball-sized kids. It’s disgusting!” - Surrogate S117-138-N, 18 days pregnant with quattuordecatuplets (14)

Custom Mobility Aids: Custom-designed lift systems and mobility aids will be integrated into each ward to facilitate the movement of surrogates. These devices will allow for safe repositioning, transfers to specialized birthing chairs, and support during transport.

“I don’t know how they expect us to move with this much weight on us. Even standing feels like my legs are going to snap. Those lifts? They’re humiliating... but without them, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed at all.” - Surrogate S120-494-P, 30 days into a sedecatuplets (16) pregnancy

Advanced Fetal Monitoring: Each compound will have real-time ultrasound and biometric monitoring stations to track fetal development. Given the accelerated gestational period, these systems will continuously update fetal positioning, size, and viability, enabling rapid response to complications.

"It’s terrifying. Knowing how big they are, how many there are… they’re not coming out normal. When I finally pop them all out, they’ll get better care than I ever did!" - Surrogate S119-667-N, 22 days pregnant with hendecatuplets (14)

Dedicated Obstetrics & Neonatal Care Units: Immediate neonatal care is essential, and each compound will include state-of-the-art neonatal intensive care units (NICUs) to support newborns. Advanced incubators and respiratory support systems will ensure the survival of even the most premature babies.

"They always tell me how important it is to ensure the babies survive, even if I don’t. I get it, I do… but knowing there’s a whole team of people ready to take over the second I’m gone? It’s like they’ve already decided how this ends." - Surrogate S117-856-M, 8 days pregnant with tridecatuplets (13)

Pain Management and Sedation Systems: Surrogates will experience extreme discomfort and physical strain. Each paternity ward will be equipped with integrated IV pain management systems, allowing for both localized and systemic pain relief. Sedation protocols can be initiated remotely if a surrogate's distress becomes vocal, ensuring they can not incite civil disorder.

“I’m so big I can’t even see my dick, which is now buried under all these babies and fat. I’d be lying if I said the meds didn't help to blitz me out of my mind... a caring them I'm a gigantic incubator now.” - Surrogate S119-461-L, 11 days pregnant with dodecatuplets (12)

Future Equipment Developments: Research teams are exploring next-generation mobility aids, including exoskeleton support harnesses, to provide mobility assistance for late-term surrogates. These innovations aim to improve surrogate survival to deliver full-term pregnancies. Once available, prototypes will be tested in select compounds.

III. Expansion Strategy: Future Projections and Scaling

Projected Surrogacy Demand: With the increase in insemination rates, each compound is expected to handle up to [REDACTED] inseminations per month once fully operational. This translates to a need for approximately [REDACTED] newborns annually to meet population sustainability targets. Our current projections indicate that these numbers are achievable.

IV. Conclusion and Recommendations

The successful construction and operation of these new paternity compounds are critical to effectively maintaining the DRC’s ability to enforce surrogacy mandates. Our specialized equipment and infrastructure improvements will ensure we meet demands while preserving control over our surrogate.

Report submitted by: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

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To: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

From: Director [REDACTED], DRC

Subject: RE: Facility Expansion: New Paternity Compound Construction

Dear Mr. [REDACTED],

I’ve reviewed the latest progress report on the new Paternity Compounds, and I must commend your team on the impressive strides made thus far, even with the ambitious timeline we’ve set.

I have been particularly interested in the improvements to our birthing suites. As you are well aware, managing multiple pregnancies presents unique challenges.

We are entering a critical phase. I want to emphasize that these upcoming births will set a precedent for all future operations. The successful use of these new facilities will allow us to demonstrate that our methods ensure the next generation's survival and that we can handle the demands without sacrificing efficiency or outcomes.

I look forward to seeing the first results when the initial surrogates reach full term and the birthing suites are fully operational.

Keep up the excellent work, and do not hesitate to reach out if additional resources or support are needed to ensure success.

Regards, Director [REDACTED]

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[greenapplespider]

People in discord were insistent that this is what cartoon me was thinking about- now it was mpreg about a man named Todd but not Todd Howard 😔

Todd the Wraith from Stargate Atlantis- I just think he should have to lay an egg 🥺

Might write a fic about it- might make some art, see where the road takes me

[mpregstory]

ANNOUNCMENT

My inbox is open again for questions and story requests!

- mpregstory

[sporadicmind13]

Thinking about a fantasy mpreg:

-Runaway Prince meets Outcast. -They start to fall for one another. -Have tiny little Prince/Outcast babies.

The end. :)

[mpreg-adventures]

Foodbaby:  A corn pregnancy pandemic

(early part of a new stories series. a first exclusive on tumblr, will be added later to DA. Hope you enjoy)

Foodbaby:  A corn pregnancy pandemic A Mpeg-Adventures/ Anzacfarmer1997 production and creation

A pandemic that caused healthy young men from the ages of 22 to 29 to develop a baby bump and pregnant-like symptoms each, but these 'infected' men weren't  actually pregnant. 'Golden Fortune' sweet corn (known as 'Milho Verde' [Green Corn]) was a recent new hybrid corn recently trialed and it passed its trials and was allowed to be grown specially as a 'corn on the cob' variety for human consumption.

The dangers of the new sweet corn variety weren't known yet and will only be finally accepted once it has claimed some victims. 'Golden Fortune' had a sweet sugary like taste and was best fresh and it was a star performer across the globe, it had a 70 day maturity making it a early cropping sweet corn and one of the fastest performers on the sweet corn market.

It was one man Henry George Fernandez a Brazilian Australia who actually caused the entire pandemic, he was patient zero.

Sunday 19th September 2022.... Henry Fernandez purchased a package of the new sweet corn from the local supermarket, once he returned home he barbequed the cobs up and smeared butter on them and dinned in on them, his six-pack abdomen began swelling as he was halfway eating the first cob, and then as he finished the first cob his abdomen started violently moving as if he was pregnant. He poked at his swollen six-pack abdomen and it was firm and not squishy but the load of the new sweet corn kernels inside his belly returned a reply by 'kicking and fluttering' about as if he was pregnant with a fetus.

Henry was taken to the local hospital and had examinations and ultrasounds and the ultrasound came be with imaging of a mass kicking around inside his abdomen.....

[broodybelly]

That moment when a guy goes to put on his pants but they are feeling tight around the hips. He tries buttoning the pants up but he can't seem to get the button to the hole. He thinks "these must have shrunk." Except he tries all the pants in his wardrobe but all that will fit around his slightly bigger belly are a pair of sweatpants. He looks at himself in the mirror, maybe... no! Was his belly sticking out a little bit more than before? When did that happen?

He keeps telling himself it's just water weight. He's slightly bloated. But slowly his belly keeps getting bigger and bigger no matter how many exercises he does the beer gut stays.

He has to admit to himself maybe this isn't water weight.

#mpreg #mpregstory #gainerfiction #mpregfiction #gainer #gainerstory #bellyinflation

[mpregtales]

[weiner-does-preg]

Now make Jester Agnes go into labor mid-act

The crowd thinks he’s a riot

[fearfulfertility]

CONFIDENTIAL INTERNAL MEMO

DRC, Facility Operations Command, Supply & Procurement Unit

Date: [REDACTED]

From: Administrator [REDACTED], Supply & Procurement Unit

To: Director [REDACTED]

Subject: Surrogate Clothing Policy Review

Objective

The matter of clothing surrogates during their conscription and gestation periods has been a persistent challenge within DRC paternity compounds. As pregnancy progression leads to rapid and extreme physical growth, the feasibility of maintaining suitable attire diminishes exponentially. 

While the dignity of surrogates is to be considered, the logistical and financial realities of clothing surrogates in the later stages of high-multiparity pregnancies render the task borderline comedic—albeit with profound implications for resource efficiency.

I. Fabric Failure Timeline

Phase 1: Early Gestation (Days 1–12)

At the outset of their conscription, surrogates are issued standard-issue elastic garments designed to accommodate the initial stages of gestation. These garments typically include loose-fitting t-shirts and “pajama pants” with elastic waistbands. At this stage, clothing is meant to give the surrogates a sense their dignity is being maintained during the initial intake process. 

Even the largest or stretchable garments begin to falter within the first week. Surrogates who have been inseminated with high-yield pregnancies (+10 fetuses) find that even the most generous clothing gives up the fight during routine activities such as bending over, eating, or sleeping.

By days 7-10, the garments often devolve into little more than fabric relics clinging to bodies that have far outgrown them. Meal times, in particular, become prime opportunities for “wardrobe malfunctions,” as surrogates’ bellies swell rapidly due to their high-calorie intakes, causing already-strained seams to split dramatically.

“They gave me these stretchy pants and said they’d ‘grow with me.’ By day 8, they were so tight I thought I’d lose circulation. When I bent down to grab my tray, the waistband snapped like a rubber band! Then, they refused to replace them. Now I'm just laying in my underwear and they'll probably be split open by tomorrow!” - Surrogate S110-391-L

Phase 2: Mid-Gestation (Days 13–21)

By mid-gestation, the struggle to maintain full clothing coverage shifts from a practical challenge to a near-comedic farce. Most surrogates have long since outgrown their standard-issue attire. Garments leave more of the surrogates’ burgeoning midsections exposed than concealed, and the illusion of modesty is gone.

Some compounds (in more conservative areas of the country) have experimented with adaptive solutions to this widespread wardrobe malfunction. One such attempt is the introduction of “belly bands”—elastic fabric panels intended to stretch indefinitely over the surrogates’ growing girth. 

Despite these creative adaptations, the reality of mid-gestation growth often leaves surrogates in a state of partial or, in many cases, near-total undress. More liberal compound administrators frequently abandon the notion of full-body clothing altogether, opting for what is euphemistically termed “strategic coverage.” This often translates to simple cloth wraps positioned to cover just enough to preserve a hint of dignity while accepting that the bulk of the body, almost always the belly, remains bare. Staff members focus instead on ensuring that surrogates are comfortable and leave the notion of modesty as a casualty of practicality.

“They called it ‘strategic coverage.’ I call it an XXXL jock strap! I looked like a parade float in a handkerchief. And it didn't even last a whole day. Halfway to the bathroom, it snapped off completely. I waddled back, belly swaying, pretending I didn’t care.” - Surrogate S121-188-R

Phase 3: Late Gestation (Days 22–35)

During late gestation, clothing becomes pure futility. The surrogates’ bodies, now stretched to astonishing proportions, have outgrown even the most generously designed custom garments. At this point, the idea of “dressing” a surrogate is akin to wrapping a skyscraper with a handkerchief: an exercise in wishful thinking.

As a last resort, many surrogates abandon conventional garments entirely and instead rely on oversized blankets or loose sheets for modesty. While providing temporary relief from exposure, these coverings are inadequate for long-term wear. The sheer girth of their bodies causes blankets to slip off constantly, unable to maintain their position on a surface that is more curved than plane. Mobility challenges further complicate things; even a minor adjustment or shift in position can send a carefully arranged blanket sliding to the floor, again exposing the surrogate. 

Ultimately, most surrogates resign themselves to their condition, accepting that complete coverage is a battle they cannot win. Staff have grown accustomed to the sight of surrogates in full undress.

“I tried to laugh when the nurse handed me a blanket for modesty. Then I realized she was serious. A blanket? I’m carrying sexdecuplets here! My belly is the size of a beanbag chair. Every time I tried to move, it slid off like butter on a hot pan.” — Surrogate S137-410-P

II. Operational Costs

The financial and logistical burden of maintaining surrogate clothing throughout gestation is untenable. 

Initial Garment Issuance: [REDACTED]

Garment Replacements: [REDACTED]

Fabric & Material Losses: [REDACTED]

Tailoring & Repairs: [REDACTED]

Administrative Costs: [REDACTED]

The data supports transitioning to the “Bare Necessity Protocol”: issuing clothing only during intake and early gestation but providing no specialty clothing once they outgrow the linens.

This change could reduce clothing expenditures by up to 80% per year, reallocating resources more efficiently while acknowledging the practical limits of fabric in the face of extreme growth.

III. Morale Implications & Solutions

Transitioning to the Bare Necessity Protocol—eliminating clothing beyond early gestation—poses clear challenges to surrogate morale. The rapid loss of modesty and the unavoidable exposure associated with high-multiparity pregnancies can lead to feelings of humiliation, vulnerability, and resentment. Surrogates often arrive at compounds already apprehensive about their conscription, and the progressive erosion of their dignity through clothing failures can exacerbate stress, anxiety, and resistance. 

However, compounds can mitigate these psychological and emotional impacts through strategic dietary adjustments. By incorporating appetite enhancers, sedatives, and aphrodisiacs into daily meal plans, surrogates can be effectively distracted from their physical state. 

Enhanced hunger drives ensure surrogates remain preoccupied with consuming high-calorie meals, creating constant and ravenous appetites. In addition, the inclusion of aphrodisiacs harnesses prenatal nymphomania by redirecting surrogate attention toward physical pleasure rather than personal discomfort or embarrassment. Sedatives complement this approach by promoting longer sleep cycles and maintaining docility during waking hours. 

Surrogates under this regimen experience reduced awareness of their exposed state and are less likely to engage in disruptive behavior. 

IV. Conclusion

The fabric is consistently losing in the battle of fabric versus fetal growth. While the dignity of surrogates remains important, realistic expectations must be set. Sometimes, the most practical—and perhaps the kindest—option is to acknowledge the limits of cloth and simply let surrogates grow, unencumbered and gloriously uncovered.

Report submitted by: Administrator [REDACTED], Supply & Procurement Unit

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From: Director [REDACTED]

To: Administrator [REDACTED], Supply & Procurement Unit

Subject: Surrogate Clothing Policy Review

After reviewing the comprehensive analysis of surrogate clothing policies, it is clear that continuing efforts to maintain full clothing coverage are impractical and financially wasteful.

I hereby approve the Bare Necessity Protocol for immediate implementation across all compounds. In conjunction with this policy shift, I also approve the proposed strategic dietary adjustments.

To assess the real-world effectiveness of these protocols, I will be scheduling a personal visit to Paternity Compound 134 on [REDACTED]. Given that this facility currently hosts a higher number of late-term surrogates, it presents an ideal environment to observe the implementation of the Bare Necessity Protocol and dietary adjustments firsthand.

I expect full cooperation from compound staff and a detailed itinerary for my visit to be prepared within the week.

Let us ensure that every decision reflects our commitment to efficiency, compliance, and the ongoing success of our population sustainability initiatives.

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Director [REDACTED]

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[ilitiaforever]

someone reposted your art mpregstory. tumblr. com/ post /655539035615428608/

Thank you very much for informing me, and I will send a message to whoever published it, to put my nickname, thank you for supporting and protecting my work. 

[moiracolleenodell]

Honestly, I follow one blog with an mpreg storyline and reblog from it because it’s Good Omens and Aziraphale has been expecting twins for the last nine months (they were born last week), and Tumblr thinks that means I want to follow mpregstorys and andrewsmpreg and god knows what else. I don’t even reblog from it much. Just a few scattered posts tagged “mpreg” and Tumblr recommendations thinks I have a fetish.

[daddyy-k]

A story the amazing @mpregstory wrote that I asked about. All his stories are absolutely amazing 🥰

An idea I had in my head for awhile : Two friends from their football team go out to a corn eating competition and after literally stuffing themselves they get abducted and either impregnated by a mysterious person, mysterious group/ cult or by grey aliens

Football Dads

You slowly regain consciousness. The first thing that comes to your mind is the cold, hard floor you are lying on. You slowly try to find out about your surroundings. Where are you? Why are you here? What happened yesterday. You go through all your memories. Yesterday was the corn eating competition. You realize that you are not alone. In front of you is Peter, your buddy from the football team. Memories come to mind. You were there together and competed against each other. You had won. Of course, because you can still feel this as your stomach is still completely full and super bloated. You stand up and shake his arm.

"Buddy, wake up!" Your friend is also slowly coming to. "What the...What happened? Where…Where are we?" he asks, while slowly getting up.

You have no idea yourself. It's not very dark, but still difficult to judge. It looks like a garage. "I think we're in someone's garage? But who's? We've got to get a-" You stop and see a letter lying on the floor that reads 'Read Me' in large letters. You pick it up and ask Peter: "Do you want to read it?"

"I would have, but I'm still completely full from yesterday, dude," he snorts. "same, dude" you say and open it:

Congratulations! You made it! I'm happy to tell you both that you've successfully participated in the project. Before I let you two out of this room, however, there are still a few details that need to be clarified. These follow:

Don't ask questions. It's not a matter of life or death…at least if you follow the rules. I will provide you with everything you need to continue participating in the project.

Doesn't attract attention. Don't tell anyone about the project out there. It's a secret. Nobody should know about it. We're not holding you captive, but don't forget that we're monitoring you 24/7. Before you worry about whether you really want to do this, I can help you with this decision: You have no choice but to participate.

Pay attention to your needs. The project is about 9 months. After that, you will be completely dismissed with a bonus. I hope for a good cooperation.

You will get a phone with which you can communicate with me to a small extent. However, as already mentioned in the 1, I can't answer any big questions.

Resistance is futile. Don't forget that.

Then this would be it. Enjoy your work!

"Enjoy your work...seriously?" you ask.

You're both completely confused. "Nine months," Peter stutters. Before you both can think further, a loud announcement sounds:

'Welcome to your new Home' and a door right behind Peter opens.

part 2

A person you don't know just has you in their hands. The first few minutes are still completely strange. You are in a large mansion with a garden. However, completely cut off from civilization. No people around, except the two of you. The mansion has two large bedrooms, as you see when you inspect it. A basement with pool and sauna, another pool in the garden and a large children's room with exactly 4 cots. When you see this, your head clicks and you repeat the text: "about nine months…fuck!", and you look at Peter in shock.

"What?"

You stare into space and only say: "Whoever is running this project got us pregnant and if I can interpret that correctly, we should each give birth to 2 twin children in the end of the ninth month…"

You both tried everything over the next few weeks and months to get more information or to check the project for weak points in order to be released, but unfortunately Peter and a little later you gave up hope and played the game. You've spent hours thinking about what the others in your life must be thinking. Two football players suddenly disappear without a trace for nine months? Then, after weeks of desperation, there was a text message that said: Nobody will notice anything. The time is waiting for you. Stay healthy.

In other words, if you got that right, is the person trying to tell you that time stands still while you're here and only moves on once you're released?

You didn't really get the hang of it, but the theory that you two got impregnated was confirmed when your bodies started to change and both of your bellies started to massively expand and bloat. There were only clothes in the mansion that were sorted there from day one. They both fit you at the beginning, but for example the shirts became tighter and tighter until they were totally tight or ripped open when you moved. You were able to sort out the jeans after three months because neither of you then fit in and you were reduced to jogging pants, which you could just pull up to the pelvis and which were very uncomfortable when sitting. Underpants were only comfortable, especially in the heat, when you forget that the genitals of both of you have grown a bit and the underpants resulted in a full bulge. But something else also happened. Something between you and Peter.

You've been with each other all the time since then and even though playing football turned into swimming, you got to know a lot more about each other. Peter is incredibly good at playing the piano and since there was actually one in the Mansion's living room, he was even able to teach you how to play a little. Peter didn't know anything about your cooking skills and you both started to cook large and sophisticated dishes. The groceries for this were always delivered to the garage once a week. Then one evening Peter kissed you in the pool. For the first time you felt something there that you had never felt with anyone else.

part 3

It can't be much longer. Like the days before, you were woken up by Braxton hicks, which not only started with you, but also with Peter. But the night was also unbearable. It was so warm that you decided to sleep naked. You sit up in bed and circle the large pregnancy belly which is pressing on your pelvis. You count to three and get up in one go to waddle to the closet with your legs apart like a duck. You wonder if Peter is awake yet?

You have to clear your head first when you open the closet. The heat pulls all your concentration out of you and you don't even reach for socks but only for underpants which you then slowly and strenuously put on back on the bed. Then you lean back with your arms and try to reduce the stress again.

When you open the room door, you see that Peter's is also open. He must have woken up by now. This is confirmed when you enter the basement and see him rising out of the water.

"The contractions were so strong again this morning that I had to go down into the water," he explained. "Everything OK?"

You lean against the tiled wall and answer: "Yes, contractions… Me too, but I don't think I'm going into the water now. I'm more in the mood for breakfast…"

"Totally! I follow you!"

While you can already see the fridge within reach, Peter, just like you, is busy getting up the stairs, as this has become really challenging over the months. You decide on your favorite breakfast and you both treat yourself to double the amount for once. After that, not only are you completely full and bloated, but you immediately feel a little better. You settle on the couch and watch Peter play one of your favorite songs. Then your thoughts deepen. You two kissed for the first time a few weeks ago. It has stayed that way until now. Once, two days ago, you cuddled a little on the couch, but you can always feel that Peter actually wants more. You don't know if it's the fear or the fact that you're both very pregnant, although that's actually the smaller problem. It's your inexperience. Again you get up and position yourself behind Peter to lean forward to whisper in his ear: "I'm going down to the sauna now. You can come with me."

After a few minutes have passed and your underpants have already soaked with sweat, you get a little closer to each other. So close that our bellies pressed sideways together. Peter has characteristics of a top and that's how he pulls you towards him. He then climbs over you with one leg so that he is sitting on your lap. Of course, that's difficult because our two bumps are in the way, but that doesn't stop him from pressing on me until he stops. "Wait a minute."

You still hold his shoulders until he takes a deep breath. Then you circle his stomach and he says, "God that was just a really awkward and uncomfortable contraction."

He gets off you and you get up while you feel your water breaking and Peter sees all the amniotic fluid running down your legs. "Holy Fuck", you scream. That was just the most unusual feeling you've ever had and you realize that it's actually a very pleasant and beautiful feeling. Peter is still sitting on the sauna bench in shock and asks helpfully: "Did it hurt? Do you feel anything?"

"That felt liberating, but we have to get out of the basement very quickly, otherwise I won't be able to get up here later!"

Peter gives you a helping hand when you climb the stairs, but when he sits you down on the couch and goes into the kitchen to get towels, you see him clenching on the kitchen counter. "No way! Another contraction!" he shouts. As you realize that pushing your bellies on each other most likely triggered the labor, you too begin to go into regular labor. Only alternately but then more and more synchronously. However, your cervix is already opening further and you feel the first contractions to push. Even though Peter's water breaks he still wants to help you until you scream out: "Take care of yourself! I think we give birth at the same time. Everyone takes care of themselves. That's the best way! Fuck!" You feel the first child sink more and more until the lights in your head slowly go out and you faint.

part 4

You slowly regain consciousness. The first thing that comes to your mind is the cold, hard floor you are lying on. You slowly try to find out about your surroundings. Where are you? Where is Peter and what...happened? You go through all your memories. You were in Labor. You gave birth to...twins. You realize that Peter lays in front of you. He also wakes up after you call at him. You both stand up and a loud announcement sounds:

'Congratulations! Both of you have successfully mastered the project and are now free again'

After the loudspeakers go out, the garage door opens for the first time and you both see how time suddenly starts again and the birds in the sky fly again. Both of you can see right away that you are in the neighborhood of the school. So whoever planned all of this also brought you to different places.

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So this story was kinda fun to imagine and writing down. Thank you all for reading my stuff! <3

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Foodbaby: A Corn Pregnancy Pandemic finale

Foodbaby: A Corn Pregnancy Pandemic finale written and created by Mpreg-Adventures/Anzacfarmer1997

Previously on  Foodbaby: A Corn Pregnancy Pandemic.... Henry was taken to the local hospital and had examinations and ultrasounds and the ultrasound came be with imaging of a mass kicking around inside his abdomen.....

Now on the Foodbaby: A Corn Pregnancy Pandemic.... Henry's pregnant-like abdomen was moving and fluttering about as a nurse was dragging the doppler across his bloated belly, on the ultrasound monitor  there was a large gray mass on the screen and this mass was what had to be giving Henry his pregnancy-like symptoms and he took several pregnancy tests and they all came back positive, it was quite strange.

Another possibility was that the mass inside Henry's abdomen was a tumor but it was no tumor growth, the only thing that could of caused the mass was his dinner from the previous night. He told the doctors that his dinner included corn cobs and that he started to feel quite bloated and heavy after he consumed the cob of corn.

How Henry became 'pregnant' really baffled medical staff as it is impossible for male pregnancy because the male body lacks vital reproduction organs that females have.

The mass or 'foodbaby' continued to grow in Henry's stomach taking up all the available space in his stomach which caused discomfort and occasional pain.

Two days into Henry's stay in hospital ,his condition was dangerously deteriorating at an alarming rate. At 4pm Henry had to be put in a coma, two hours later Henry started seizing and violently moving side to side as the movement in his 'babybump'  was causing serve damage to his insides and within a minute there was a wet sound and Henry became motionless as his abdomen exploded with mushed up corn and innards, infecting all the hospital male staff...

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Sonogram

Lying back on the examination table, I can feel the cool gel spread across my swollen belly, the sensation a mix of soothing and strange. My belly, round and prominent, stretches upward, a physical reminder of the life growing inside me. As the technician moves the wand over my skin, I watch the screen intently, heart pounding with anticipation.

The room is dim, and I can hear the soft, rhythmic whoosh of the babies' heartbeats, echoing through the monitor. Seeing the images appear—tiny limbs moving, little heartbeats fluttering—fills me with a sense of awe and wonder. It’s like a window into a secret world that I’m carrying around with me every day.

In this moment, all the changes my body has gone through—the growing belly, the weight, the adjustments—feel so worth it. Watching our babies move on that screen is a reminder of why I’m doing this, and it fills me with a love so deep it almost takes my breath away.