#preggo boy

[mpregandproud]

Olympic pregnancy

"Aaargh…I should be there and not here giving birth." "I hate him deeply. Aaargh, him with the medals that should be mine and me here, fat, flabby and giving birth to five babies." "FIVE! Couldn't it be one or two? No, it had to be five, one for each of the Olympic rings. It seems like a bad and cruel joke."

Nine months ago I was competing to represent my country in the Olympics. I have been involved in artistic gymnastics my whole life. I have won every single competition since I was 12 years old, and now at 19 it was going to be my first Olympic Games. Finally the whole world was going to see me for what I am, the best gymnast of all time.

The national tournament had two big favorites: myself and Scott Williams. We've both been competing against each other our whole lives. To him I'm sort of his nemesis. I've always beaten him, I've always been one step ahead of him. His frustration must have been enormous.

But something different was happening at the tournament. We were put in the same hotel room, and instead of responding to me with his usual insults and threats, he was extremely affectionate at all times. So much so that I never felt more comfortable with anyone than with him. The trust grew as the competition went on and each night we were closer and closer. Until the night before we said goodbye we had sex to celebrate my golds and his silvers.

Three months later we met again at the world championship. By then things were not going well, I had been having morning sickness for a month and a half and my stomach had rounded up. My coaches were putting pressure on me because they saw that with the Olympic qualification I had already guaranteed to relax too much. I wasn't in shape and that could cost me not winning for the first time in a long time. And they were right, I lost badly. It's not that I didn't get into the medals, it's that I didn't even get into the finals. An appalling ridicule, and on top of that Scott winning everything and setting records.

Again we were put back together in the hotel room, and there I really had a good time. For some reason I still didn't know I was horny, very horny, and Scott was happy to come inside me. Every time he shoved his huge cock up my ass he grabbed my belly with his strong hands, making me even hornier.

I shared with him my concern about my fitness. I hadn't done anything different, but I was putting on weight like there was no tomorrow. Scott suggested I take a pregnancy test. Pregnant me? Well yes, it turns out he was right, I had gotten pregnant. And you know the worst part? He's the one who put me in this situation.

I tried to stay in shape, to keep doing gymnastics, but it was impossible. A one-night mistake and years of training thrown away. 40 minutes of pleasure that took me completely away from my dream, to participate in the Olympic Games.

As if that wasn't enough, this bastard put five babies inside me. And then he didn't care about them as soon as I told him he was the father. He says he can't be, that he has a wife and that he would not recognize these children. He started paying me child support so I wouldn't say publicly that "the great Scott Williams" got me pregnant. I had no other way out, my sports career was in the garbage forever and without studies I could not get a good job to support my quintuplets, what else could I do but accept?

And nine months later here I am, in my living room, with a huge belly, sweating profusely while this bastard is getting on the podium for his fifth gold medal. Him getting the world's applause and me with my legs spread wide open about to deliver the third of these huge babies. One baby for every gold this asshole has won.

[trogdorwasaman22]

My girlfriend knocked me up, will update later 😌

[littlemissjewlsbear]

[stupidlypregnant]

Hi, I'm bunny 💞

I'm a submissive ftm trans boy (top surgery, on t, still a boypussy) and I'm looking for a dom that fills up my empty tummy with lots of baby bunnies. I'll be good for you!

My main kinks are pregnancy and labor/giving birth - the harder the better. Please make me uncomfortable, make me struggle. Birth denial is my biggest turn on 🥺

I am a man. If you're not into men, don't text me. When you talk about my body it's cock, dick, boypussy, pussy, chest and nipples. Nothing else.

Kinks: mild pet play (bunny and puppy), cum control and edging, praise and humiliation, ownership, daddy/sir kink, cockwarming, breeding and mild cumflation, crossdressing and lingerie, choking, public stuff, kidnapping, multiples pregnancy (5 max.), big pregnant belly, belly rubs/massages, mild torture, mild belly abuse, lactation, being overdue, contractions, labor, sexual stuff during labor, giving birth (until it gets graphic), birth denial (restriction, plugging, labor suppressants, holding, pushing back in, corruption etc.) ...

Not for me/limits: minors, rape, toilet stuff, vomit, medical, early stages of pregnancy, extreme hyperpreg, rapid pregnancy, stuffing, unusual weight gain, unusual big babies, vore, unbirth, furries, monsters, aliens, death, blood and gore, fantasy, lovey dovey happy stuff, being called mama or daddy or something like that, I don't wanna be a parent or talk about the babies after they're out, didn't think I had to add this but - NO NUDES without my consent

I am obviously pro-choice, if you're not - leave. I'm not into babies or fetuses or whatever people may think, if you are - leave. I'm also not into sexualizing real pregnant or birthing people here - because I'd find that scary as fuck, seeing my face or worse the face of my child on a blog like this.

My DM's and asks are open, please tell me what you wanna do to me 💖 Roleplay only in form of horny chatting atm, love to exchange thoughts too (English isn't my first language, I'm trying my best!)

My own stuff is tagged as #bunnyboywrites

[gestalia]

Momento de dar a luz, esto puede ser divertido

[mpreggoblin]

do you ever just want to be forced to bend over and then have cock after cock being shoved into your worthless hole? because i do~ i want that to happen to me every day 24/7~~<3

[dead-tree-tattoo-artist]

Slade Wilson AU

So I have an Omegaverse AU that I’m working on for a bunch of DC characters. I also have an AU where Slade is an Atlantean, and I decided to combine them, so Slade is now an Omega Atlantean. The baby is Grant.

I’m going to do a background, but I don’t know if it will be good so I’m posting a wip.

Follows MayTernity prompts 3: masc; 15: swimming; 23: fantasy au; 24: monster preg

Follows MerMay prompts 18: smol; 27: honor

Base from @ilitiaforever

@seahorse-collective

[lilwifeynextdoor]

"OOouuUuurphha" His burp rattled out, and he sat back in the chair patting his full belly. The aftermath of the devoured dinner I cooked for him had become all empty plates on the table, one even licked clean.

The chair creaked under him, and he sighed, not ready to even think about getting up even though the chair was begging him to.

"Thank you for dinner sugar, it hit the spot." He said, watching me start to pick up the dishes to clear the table. He sat idly as I cleaned, more burps passed his lips every so often. The sound of them told me I had made him a satisfying meal, and they also told me his stomach was over there busy working away to make room for more.

"Come sit on my lap, babe" He demanded, and I obliged him. The chair cried under our combined weight. My pregnant taut gut pressed into his stuffed belly. The pressure brought another loud burp out of him.

"I'm thirsty" He smacked his lips to emphasize the driness of his mouth. He yanked the neckline of my dress down to expose one of my breasts. He latched on immediately before I could even gasp. Sucking violently and squeezing my tit harshly to force as much milk out as possible, he guzzled it down greedily.

I sat calmly and tried to ignore the pain as he got his fill and his large, heavy baby rolled inside my stomach, hitting my rib. The discomfort was immense but worth it to satisfy him.

He gulped and gulped, completely draining me. It seemed like he only took a moment for air when switching from the first breast to the next.

"UUUURRAAAAUUGHP" His enormous burp was hot on my face and smelled just like all the warm milk he had just drank. "Good girl." He rewarded me with a grin and a pat on my belly that was kicking us both. We sat silently for a moment, the only sound in the room being his stomach bubbling and trying hard to digest everything else plus the addition of breast milk.

I looked down at our bellies touching skin to skin. Mine was so different from his. So much bigger and tighter. His large baby's movement very visible as it stretched my skin. His belly was hairy, his happy trail creeping up to his bellybutton. His a deep innie, mine now a distended outtie. His tummy was a flushed pink dome from having to suddenly make room for all the food packed inside. His shirt sliding up and his pants struggling to stay buttoned. His belly still had a layer of chub and muscle to it, while mine seemed like it was nothing but skin draped over my filled womb.

"Ride me." He ordered. I did as I was told. It was difficult, uncomfortable, and slow. He was enjoying himself so I continued. Sweat speckled his brow and his chest heaved. I could feel him filling me with cum. His whole body collapsed back, limp as his orgasm finished pulsing through his body. I didn't get anywhere near an orgasm, it was nice to see him in bliss though.

He grunted and tapped at me to get off of him. I collected myself and stood up. He stretched and rubbed circles over his contented belly. He very slowly eased up to standing.

"If you want to cum, you'll just have to get quicker at it. I'm sure you'll catch up one of these days." He kissed me on the cheek as he passed me and walked on to bed, leaving me to finish doing the dishes.

[mpregandproud]

Isaac II (Part 2)

In the days following the pregnancy announcement, the excitement died down and things returned to normal. Isaac and I went back to our day-to-day lives, although we now had twelve young people around the house who needed our undivided attention, although none of them would be staying home much this summer. Sandra, Dylan and Nate have found jobs during these months, so they will be spending more time outside than indoors. Cristina has decided to spend the summer at a college friend's house in the Caribbean. Philip and Edward have gone as monitors to a camp where our youngest children, Esther and Lucas' children have also gone to spend a few weeks. So after a couple of crazy weeks with everyone we had the house to ourselves again.

As always happens to me when my kids are away from us for a season I get anxious. Isaac doesn't understand how at this point in our lives I still get so nervous when they're not with us, but I can't help it. And like every time I have a period of anxiety I end up eating like crazy. It seems as if my body is begging me to eat to fill the emptiness I feel inside. Emptiness, well, you know it's a figure of speech knowing that it's growing life inside me again. Chocolate, chips, burgers, pizzas… my cravings were completely out of this world.

Isaac tries to reassure me. According to him “it's normal to be so hungry, you are pregnant again and this is coupled with the cravings you usually have when our children leave”. Maybe he is right, as always, but whether it is because of the pregnancy or not I am afraid of gaining back as much weight as I did when Sandra left me. Twenty years ago I went from having an athlete's body to sporting a very pronounced beer belly. Even before I got pregnant for the first time I had a huge belly. Isaac often reminds me “how sexy you were when I met you, with those curves. As soon as I saw you on the soccer field I got a hard-on, no one has ever made me so horny at first sight”. Let's just say Isaac is not very subtle when it comes to talking about how much he likes me. Why lie, I love it when he's like that, it lifts anyone's spirits.

The reality is that two weeks after I started having these cravings, when I was still a month and a half pregnant, my muscles were once again hidden under a layer of fat. My butt was regaining the splendor it had during my last pregnancy. My thighs were starting to grow, and my hips were gradually widening. As for my belly, it was getting rounder and rounder. I had never gained weight so quickly, 33 pounds in two weeks must be a record for any human being.

Within two weeks of announcing my pregnancy to the family, I had my last veterans soccer game of the season. The team that Frank, Samuel, Gary, Lucas and I had formed had qualified for the regional final, so I had no choice but to play in the final. Only Lucas knew I was pregnant, so this was going to be the perfect opportunity to announce to all my soccer buddies my new situation, a condition that would prevent me from playing soccer with them again for a while.

I arrived with Lucas in the locker room. He was the one I told about my intention to reveal the bombshell to the rest of the team, so he asked me to come with me to give me all the support. When we arrived, everyone turned to look at us. 33 extra pounds don't just hide, so I guess it was to be expected that I would stand out in a group where everyone was more or less in shape.

“I see you've made good use of these weeks off,” George, Gary's brother and the team's goalkeeper, patted me on the belly. “Man, anyone would think you were pregnant again,” Frank said with a chuckle. “But how can he be pregnant again after all this time, Frank? Don't talk nonsense!” added Gary. "And if you let him do all the talking? You sound like a bunch of blabbermouths talking non stop?" said Samuel, who was the team leader for a reason.

“Thank you Sam. Yeah, I guess I owe you all an explanation”, there was silence in the locker room. Everyone sat up and looked at me, except for Lucas, who stood a step behind me as if trying to give me support. “You see, Frank wasn't so far off the mark, my husband Isaac and I have become pregnant again. After all these years I'm going to be a dad once more, so I think this will be my last game for a while”, I told them.

They had all seen me pregnant before, so they weren't entirely caught off guard either. One by one they came up to me and gave me a hug. Some of them took the opportunity to make jokes. Some put their hands on my belly and told me that I would now become their lucky charm. Others took the opportunity to grab my ass and remind me that in a few months babies would be coming out of there. Be that as it may, everyone was very kind to me and very supportive.

The moment to wear the team uniform was a little more delicate. With all the anxiety and nerves about playing soccer again, I didn't realize that the clothes would no longer fit me. I looked like a sausage stuffed in that jersey, and the size of my butt would no longer let me put the pants on it, it wouldn't ride up that high. I grabbed my phone and called Isaac to ask him to bring me the uniform from the first day I played on the team, a year after giving birth to the sextuplets. It was a much bigger uniform, I was sure that one would fit me.

Luckily Isaac hadn't left the house yet to come see me, so he was able to grab the jersey and pants and deliver them to the locker room before the game. Of course, everyone took that moment to congratulate him on his future fatherhood. The question of how many children I had put in my belly this time was a recurring one. In fact, we asked ourselves that question at that time, although we would soon find out de number.

The game started and I played as a starter. The game was going well, by the 35th minute we were leading by two goals, but at that moment I started to feel a slight pain in my belly. I assumed that the fatigue of playing again with excess weight was behind this discomfort, so I decided to ignore it and move on.

The second half came and after 15 minutes the pain had become so intense that I collapsed on the field. I put my hands to my stomach and writhed in pain on the grass. The game stopped and the whole team came to my aid. “Dan, are you okay, do you want us to make a change so you can rest? I don't know if in your condition you should be doing these efforts,” Lucas told me. Samuel asked the trainer to change me and between him and Lucas they helped me out onto the field so Ben could come in in my place.

I sat on the bench. The pain instead of dissipating was getting worse. Between cold sweats and the intense pain I was feeling in my belly area I felt so bad that I asked the trainer to gesture to Isaac who was in the stands to come down and pick me up and take me to the hospital for a check up.

Isaac picked me up and rushed me to the hospital. “Where did Sandra, Dylan and Nate stay?” I asked him trying not to think in the pain. “Don't worry, Cal will take them home,” he told me. “Who's Cal,” I asked, not understanding at all. “Oh, right, that you haven't met him. Cal is Sandra's boyfriend. They met at the movie theater where she is working and have started dating. She wanted to introduce him to all of us today,” Isaac said, holding my hand to reassure me a little more.

As soon as I arrived at the hospital I was taken to the doctor who had checked me two weeks earlier to confirm the pregnancy. She asked me to lie down on the gurney. She took my blood pressure, drew my blood and asked me to take off my clothes. She poured a cold gel on my belly and proceeded to give me an ultrasound. I don't know if it was out of fear of what would be on the screen or what, but that day I couldn't see anything she was looking at.

After a few minutes of analyzing me, Caroline, which is what the doctor's name was, looked at Isaac and I and started talking. “Daniel, this was just a scare today, but this is a warning not to overexert yourself. At fifty years old and with a pregnancy like yours, I recommend that you get all the rest you can and not make any effort if you want the pregnancy to come to fruition”, Caroline said very seriously. Isaac and I were very scared, our hands were shaking and we didn't know how to react. We looked at each other and he hurried to put his arms around me and kiss me on the cheek, “everything is going to be okay, my love”, he whispered.

I couldn't hold back the tears. Apparently everything was fine, otherwise she would have said something to us, but I couldn't hold back the tears. “Could I have lost the pregnancy?” was the first thing I could ask. “Yes, it could have happened, but fortunately he got you here early,” she told me, although she was looking at Isaac smiling at him in approval.

“Doctor, you said a pregnancy like yours, what do you mean by this?” asked Isaac.

“You see, Daniel, you're fit, well, you were a few weeks ago when I first saw you, before you put on so much weight so quickly. But we can't get around the fact that you're 50 years old. Age is a risk factor, no doubt, but it's not just that. You are expecting quadruplets, which is also a commendable challenge for any pregnant person, young or old. You will have to take very good care of yourself and be on strict bed rest. I think you have a very big family, so you will have to support him as much as you can these months,” the doctor said.

“Quadruplets, four at once is the number we were missing,” I said laughing out loud. Caroline didn't quite understand the situation, but Isaac and I were laughing as if my comment had been the best comment ever. We explained that in my previous five pregnancies I had a singleton, twins, triplets, quintuplets and sextuplets, so with quadruplets we were definitely coming full circle. It will be true that there was a plan for me to get pregnant again. The collection had to be completed.

When we arrived home our three children were waiting for us, my sister Esther, Lucas and his husband Adam. Lucas left the victory celebration of the team to find out if I was well. There was also Cal, a dark-haired and very, very tall boy. He was 23 years old, played soccer and looked like a hero out of a medieval legend. When I saw him I looked at Sandra and winked. “You've inherited your father's good taste,” I said when Cal had already left later that night.

“You have had us so-worried,” my son Dylan said to me. “Dad, is everything okay with the pregnancy?” his brother Nate asked. I gave both of them a hug, which Sandra joined in on as well. “My sons, you can be very calm, I'm fine and so are your four brothers. Your father has had a small crisis and the doctor has forced me to maintain strict rest. For the next few months I will have to spend a lot of time in bed, but everything will be all right”. “We will have to help Dad as much as we can for the next seven months, this is a job for all of us”, Isaac added.

“You've always loved being treated like a queen, little brother”, Esther joked. “You don't know what to do to do nothing anymore, eh, buddy”, added Lucas. And yes, these funny people are the ones who have to take care of me so that nothing happens to me with the pregnancy, I have it complicated.

Go to Part 3

[trogdorwasaman22]

Someone come and rub this fat preg gut~🥵🥵🥵

[sillyditzybunny]

Omg!!! hey tumblr!

This is a kink blog. 18+ only

My name is bunny and im an 18yo ftm virgin buck :3

I love music and reading!!!!!

DNI:

piss, shit, puke, beating whipping cutting etc., raceplay, beastiality,

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Petplay!!! Im a bunny :33

Hypnosis 💥💥💥

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MONSTERFUCKING

Lactation, Breeding, Pregnancy, etc.

Homemaking, like cooking, cleaning, and child rearing

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edging, denial 🤌💋

PLEASE MESSAGE AND SEND ASKS (ANONS R OPENNN)

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[hq-erotic-hypnosis]

Body of a Pregnant Goddess (or God)

Unisex. 

You can use if you are a woman looking to become massive and pregnant or a man looking for...the same thing.

You are fertile. 

This file encourages your stomach, breasts, hips, and ass to swell to unbelievable proportions - to give you the body of a very pregnant woman. 

Your body will balloon alongside your appetite; you are becoming the most voluptuous preggo on the planet. 

In the past, I've had male clients start to lactate and develop womanly hips from in-person hypnosis, so...I've decided to record those same affirmations for your enjoyment! 

As always, use at your own peril.

[simply-smiley]

Goals! Everyday is a good day, getting closer

[gestalia]

[amaranthmori]

why aren’t there boys that look like this in my class?

[swelling-ftm-belly]

The Surrogate, pt.2

I wanted your seed to take. it was your baby I wanted to carry, but three days were too early to tell. After our first night, I was walking around wet all the time. I prayed that your husband’s seed wouldn't be the one to impregnate me, but it’s not like you two cared anyway.

your husband decides, and he decided that once a month was enough, and I shared with you both the window where I thought I might be ovulating. except that he didn’t really care, he came up with excuses to move our meetings around, so the plans were always before or after that window, he would mention work excuses or other plans, and you went along, I always wondered why you went along, it wondered if the source of your unhappiness was the marriage, not the lack of children.

our next breeding session got moved 2 months later. this way, if i a test came back positive before that, there wouldn’t be any need for more ‘awkward’ breeding sessions.

I wouldn’t deny how that devastated me. and I began to feel a slight resentment at your passiveness.

I wanted you to put your husband in his place, I fantasized about you just grabbing me whenever, wherever you wanted, and putting that baby in my belly with or without your husband’s agreement. I wanted you to be a man for me, for once. I caught myself crying, I was a stupid little slut, and I shouldn't have all that expectations from a purely business arrangement.

you were committed to your husband, you were happy in your marriage, there’s nothing more to this than me being just a surrogate for you two.

after two weeks of silence, I saw a text from you on my phone, “are you pregnant yet?” it sounded like something your husband would say, not you. I got irritated at your tone, and I answered a curt no. I haven't taken a test yet. you texted back that you are here -downstairs- that you brought a box of pregnancy tests for me, out of curtsy.

my heart raced, I opened the door, and I saw you standing there. you looked tired, but reliefed, as if seeing me brought you some kind of relief. as if you were scared you’d never see me again, you entered before I had the chance to invite you in. I was embarrassed with my living situation, you didn’t seem to care, you looked around briefly then looked at me, you stared right into my eyes, I thanked you for the tests. I said it was too early, but I’d take one tonight and let you know.

you moved closer to me, “no symptoms yet?” I said not that I noticed. then you moved closer, your hands moved up to my chest, I was wearing a white shirt with no binder underneath, “no sore chest yet? I hear that’s the earliest sign.”

I gasped, and thought of kicking you out, but instead I let you fondle my chest, passively, I never let anyone fondle my chest before. you took off my shirt, and cupped my breasts in your hands, then took off your pants, you were already hard, and I was already wet, you pushed me to the couch, and ripped my pants off, my pussy was puffy, swollen and sore.

you spread my legs and went down on me with your tongue, you penetrated me with your tongue, then moved to circle my clit with it, moving up and down, I whimpered in pleasure, my back arched, just when i was getting close, your massive, rock hard cock was spreading me open, you teased me with a tip for a while, I was moaning desperatly, so you buried it deep, i felt it stretch my vaginal walls, it hurt at first, but it was a pleasurable pain, I took it eagerly.

you thrust your cock all the way in, then all the way out, then in again, your rhythm got faster, I already came twice, screaming both in pleasure and pain. your cock made slushing sounds as you were fucking me, both our fluids mixing, I felt your boiling hot semen filling me up, but you continued fucking me, still rock hard.

you stayed over that night, at one point, I saw you texting your husband, I’ll never know what kind of excuse you made for spending the night elsewhere. you filled me up with at least five more loads, i spread my legs for you all night, and let you take me however you wanted, as often as you wanted.

we woke up together, I went to the toilet and saw your semen gush out of me, like gallons of thick milk. I came back to my room, I felt bred and full, already, you were awake, in bed, your cock is erect, I saw both our reflections in my full body mirror, my body ripe, fertile, and soft. my nipples were erect, my pussy was dripping with my own wetness and your cum from last night.

I heard you say to me, in your deep, groggy morning voice, “you’d look so hot pregnant, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” then you stood up and grabbed me and bent me over, I said no, I’d be late for work, you ignored my protests, I spread my legs further apart and you thrust your cock inside me, I continued to whimper, “no, daddy, you’ll get me fired.” you grunted, “you won’t be able to work anyway, soon, while you’re swelling with my babies.”

TBC