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badoobers

Sometimes you gotta let your friends fill you up like a balloon

badoobers

Sometimes you gotta let your friends fill you up like a balloon

mpreggripex

Mpreg Birth Notes #406

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Same guy from before, now fully locked in the last second of crowning.

His legs are yanked high and wide, big pregnant belly still heavy above, and right under his hard cock his asshole is stretched to the absolute limit — gaping, throbbing, bulging hard under the pressure. The rim is stretched so tight it’s shiny and red, internal walls already visible as the head is right there, about to tear through. Skin glistening with sweat and lube, balls pulled tight, the whole lower half trembling from the strain of holding that massive stretch open. Pure raw, filthy final moment before it finally pushes out.

dottormpreg

preggodamon

After every fucking workout... We finish late, and every time he fills my stomach to the brim, and then he fucks me. I could tell him that I don't like this and that I want a normal relationship with my boyfriend. But the thing is, I fucking love it...

Feeling very FULL and HEAVY

#male pregnancy #mpreg #mpregnancy

Preggo in heat(wave)

#mpreg #malepregnancy #pregnant #preggo #pregnantman pregnantbelly pregnantdad seahorsedad

https://www.instagram.com/p/DaNt-L4jJlC/?img_index=3&igsh=ZHZ6NTRhdGU0amxh

#male pregnancy #mpreg #mpregnancy #Instagram

hopefularcadellama

raspberri-pup-deactivated202302

Okay but here me out, credits to @avillicit for their posts but: consider smuggling & rapid pregnancy.

You're the best of the best when it comes to getting something illegal across lines, your record is fantastic, youre making a ton of money off of every drop, and you're on the top of your game. Unfortunately though, you're also a massive fugitive almost anywhere you go. This is the toughest job youve ever had to do, and you're anxious. Your partners come up to you with a job proposal; you're going to be smuggling some sort of illegal monster eggs across the country. It sounds easy enough, but no dice. The eggs are temperamental, they're easily cracked, need to be somewhere damn, and at almost EXACTLY human body temperature, so yeah. At first its a giant fuck no to the job, but then one of your partners flashes you the amount you'll be making off of it, and lets just say- you'll never have to work again if you do this.

It was certainly not going to be an easy job, from start to finish. They were small, and blue almost like egg shaped marbles. Your partners took turns filling you up, you on your hands and knees on a hotel bed, huffing as they continued to shove at least sixty tiny eggs into your body. They didnt feel like much at first, but whenever you shifted, you could feel the whole lot clacking around inside of you, which led to a bit of unspoken horny embarrassment.

After what seemed like forever, you were the fullest youve ever been, and to top it all off by plugging you up so none of them would spill out on the drive there. You stood up, stifling a soft moan as you insisted on making your way to the car. It was barely noticable through your thick, roomy flannel shirt but you could certainly tell what was in you. Due to the plug and dedicated carefulness, you developed a slight waddle which your parents teased you about before you told them to shut up. Carefully, you lowered yourself into the back seat of the truck, holding your belly to make sure nothing got damaged.

The ride was fine at first, as you were used to traversing long distances with your line of work, but after the first hour or so, things began to feel... different. You could've sworn you felt more full than you did as you were leaving. You softly groaned, the discomfort growing as did your abdomen over the course of the ride, you could easily pass for someone nearing the middle of their second trimester. Worried, you brought it up to your partners, and they explained how the eggs had been preserved, and that the human body was the perfect environment for the eggs to rehydrate. After threatening a bit of violence, an apology from them and a stifled moan, you were reminded of the money, which calmed things down.

It had been hours now, at least three, and the growth wasn't stopping yet. Every ten minutes, or bump hit on the road illicited another groan or rub of your belly. At this point you looked almost full term with a single human child, which was starting to concern you. Your shirt was pulled taught against your massive abdomen, straining the buttons to their limit, small diamonds of flesh in between each clasp. You, albeit worried, kept your calm, rubbing your massive middle as you shifted around your plug, the slight stimulation doing wonders for the discomfort. What your partner failed to mention was the compounds in the eggs that would produce a mild aphrodisiac, there to keep the pregnant person placated while they carried. Usually the species carried five or ten, so sixty was doing things to your mind.

Five hours in, you all reached your first checkpoint. Getting pulled over and checked was never fun, and being this huge would make an escape damn near impossible. Luckily for you, the feds took one look at your massive form and just wanted to chat about when you were due, how many you were having, names, blah blah blah. You answered their dumb questions, eager to get away, but you had to play it cool. You thought one of them noticed thar you were getting bigger by the minute, but they chose not to comment on it. You bit your lip, horny, anxious, and impatient as one of your partners reached back to rub your tight belly, giving you momentary relief. Luckily you were all let go. You bounced on your plug, trying to at least work out the frustration that had built while you were being watched, god knows you couldn't reach around to touch yourself now with how massive you were getting.

The ride continued, and so did your growth. By now you were stretched out across the back seat, grunting and moaning whenever a wave of growth hit you, you didn't care about your partners hearing you, or seeing what was becoming of you now, you had half a mind to beg one of them to come back there and fuck you until you popped. But, you settled for humping your plug and rubbing your thumb over your popped navel. Your flannel was long since ruined, only buttoned over your chest to give you more room to grow. At this point you looked like you could pop out triplets or quads if you gave a miniscule push, but the eggs weren't ready yet, and you weren't where you needed to be, and sure as hell you weren't risking losing all of that money. So you sat, huffing and straining and growing, looking at the gps time getting closer to your arrival.

Things were fine for a bit, sure you looked like you were due with quints, but you were so concerned with how horny you were, you barely noticed. After a few pitstops you were almost there, and you couldn't be more ready to pop these things out. They were easily each the size of tennis balls by now, and you could feel them individually move when you bucked your hips ever so slightly. You moaned out, rubbing your sides as the ride continued, cursing and grunting as your sheer mass and the old road moved you on your plug. You were so close now, just a few more thrusts and you'd at least be able to cum. With a few deep breaths and slow movements, you thought you were going blind, until a sudden gush interrupted your thoughts. Fuck, your water broke. You shouted out to your partners, warning them, to which they told you that they could hear it happen from there. You were done. You were pushing, NOW. Bearing down, you held the sides of your enormous middle, pushing the eggs down, down into your canal, only to remember the plug. Gasping and groaning, you alnost sobbed. You were stuck. And there was no way you were getting them out, there was no way you'd be able to reach down there with as big and heavy as you were. Your partner in the passenger seat reached back, rubbing your belly and shushing you, trying to keep you calm. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, horny and contracting as your rubbed your pregnant swell.

This had better have been worth the fucking cash.

blosvie

Uhm so where do I sign up to this 🙈

ahmetm23

mpreglover29

mpreg98

Glow Under the Lights

In the pulsing heart of downtown, beneath neon signs that flickered like forbidden promises, sat Velvet Eclipse—the city’s premier gay club. Owned by the enigmatic and powerfully built Marcus Hale, it was a haven for those seeking heat, rhythm, and release.

But the undisputed star of its stage was Kai Lennox, a devilishly handsome twunk whose lithe, toned body moved like liquid sin wrapped in velvet.

Kai had always been magnetic. With sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair that fell into piercing green eyes, and a mischievous smile that could make grown men forget their own names, he ruled the pole. His routines were legendary: slow, teasing grinds that built into explosive flips and holds, every muscle rippling under the spotlights as he stripped layers with deliberate, seductive precision. Patrons packed the club just to watch him, tipping generously, cheering wildly. He was their fantasy made flesh.

Then everything changed—beautifully.

Marcus and Kai had been together for two years, a passionate power couple behind the scenes. When Kai discovered he was pregnant with Marcus’s twins, the news stunned them both.

Male pregnancy was rare, cherished, and in their world, celebrated. Marcus, ever the protective owner, offered Kai an out from performing. But Kai refused with a wicked grin. “The pole is where I feel most alive, babe. And these little ones… they’re already dancing with me.”

To everyone’s surprise, pregnancy only sharpened Kai’s seductive power.

His body transformed in the most alluring ways. His once-flat stomach now swelled into a firm, rounded bump that glowed under the stage lights, a testament to the life growing inside him. His hips had widened slightly, giving his movements a new, hypnotic sway. His chest had grown sensitive and fuller, and his skin took on a radiant sheen that made him look almost ethereal. What surprised even Kai was how much stronger and more flexible he felt. The twins fueled him with energy, and his balance on the pole became otherworldly.

Tonight was no different.

The club was packed. Heavy bass vibrated through the floor as Kai stepped onto the stage, six months along and radiant. He wore a sheer black harness that crisscrossed over his swollen belly and tiny shorts that barely contained his thickening thighs. Whistles and cheers erupted the moment the spotlight hit him.

Marcus watched from the VIP balcony, arms crossed, a proud, hungry smile on his lips. The club was his, but Kai was its soul.

The music swelled—slow, sultry R&B with a throbbing beat. Kai gripped the pole with one hand, his other sliding sensually down his bump. He began with a simple spin, body arching gracefully, then pulled himself up into a flawless inverted split. The crowd roared as his pregnant belly caught the light, shining with a light sheen of sweat. Every movement was more fluid now, more confident. Pregnancy had deepened his connection to his body; he felt every shift, every pulse, and translated it into pure seduction.

He dropped into a slow grind against the pole, hips rolling in waves that made the audience lean forward in their seats. One hand cradled his belly protectively while the other gripped high above, holding a Superman pose that showed off the elegant curve of his back and the swell of his ass. The twins gave a little flutter inside him right then, and Kai laughed softly into the mic, voice husky: “They like this part.”

The cheers grew deafening.

He transitioned into a daring upside-down hold, legs wrapped around the pole, belly prominently displayed as he arched and undulated. His seductive skills had evolved—less frantic showmanship, more intimate, languid dominance. He locked eyes with different men in the crowd, biting his lip, letting them feel chosen for a moment. Tips rained onto the stage like confetti.

As the song reached its climax, Kai slid down the pole in a controlled spiral, landing on his knees. He ran both hands over his pregnant belly, then looked straight up toward Marcus’s balcony. The look he gave his boyfriend was pure fire—promising later, when the club closed, that same body would be worshipped in private.

The final note hit. Kai stood, belly proudly forward, and blew a kiss to the roaring crowd.

Marcus was already moving toward the stage as the lights dimmed. He met Kai at the edge, large hands gently cupping that glowing bump before pulling his lover in for a deep, possessive kiss. “You were incredible,” Marcus murmured against his lips. “Even more than before.”

Kai smiled, devilish as ever, resting his forehead against Marcus’s. “Told you. They make me better. Your babies… our babies. And I’m not stopping until I can’t wrap my legs around that pole anymore.”

In Velvet Eclipse, the show went on, but the real performance—the one that mattered most—happened every night between the club owner and his radiant, pole-dancing star. Under the lights and behind closed doors, their love danced on.