Imagine you're a trans man and you get kidnapped and wake up on your back tied up in a female glory hole with a cock fucking into your soaking wet cunt. Your upper half is in a box-like thing so you can't see anything, and your legs are spread open and held up in stirrups. Your pussy is open and exposed to the world.
As you panic and start struggling, you hear several deep voices. Some are jeering at you and others are excited you're awake. One voice in particular stands out.
"Glad to see you're awake, dumb slut," you hear. Based off how close the voice is, you guess it's the man currently inside you. He fucks into you with slow, deep strokes. "Here's what's going to happen: I've got 20 men here ready to rape your cunt. They're gonna fuck and breed you until you remember you're just a dumb female bitch, not a man. It doesn't matter how much testosterone you take, how big your t-dick is, or if you cut off your tits. You've got a cunt, that means you're a female. And females are below men, only good for getting fucked and bred and giving birth to children. Got it?"
Despite your constant struggling and fighting and pleading, you're unable to escape your restraints. Some men fuck you hard and fast, others fuck you slow and controlled. Some don't care if you cum, others make you cum several times before they dump their loads into you. At first, you could feel the difference in cocks. Their lengths and girths fit inside you differently. But after so many, your pussy becomes numb and overstimulated, and they all start feeling the same.
After about your fifth time cumming, you brain starts turning to mush. You no longer have the energy to panic, fight, or cry. You just take the cocks like a good girl. Eventually you start whimpering and whining, a few good thrusts making you moan. It's not because you like it. It's because you're too fucked out to do anything else. Your body is just responding to your overstimulated pussy.
After 10 different cocks, there's a slap on your pussy. You hear the same voice from before.
"Start deadnaming and misgendering yourself, slut. Tell us your real name and that you're a good female breeding bitch. Tell us how much like you like having real mens' cocks in your pussy."
You don't do it at first. Why would you? You've already lost so much dignity tonight. But as the men keep calling you "good girl" and "breeding cunt," you start to break. They talk about how perfect your feminine pussy is, how female you are, how feminine your thighs and ass are. When you're on the verge of cumming for the 9th time after having been edged for a half hour, when you're properly cock drunk and full of several loads of cum, you finally break. You ramble about your deadname, how wet and good your pussy feels, how female and desperate you are, how you need the cock inside you to fuck you harder and make you cum. A ton of voices call you a good girl and repeat your real name over and over. You try to ignore how it makes you pussy throb and tingle. A hand starts rubbing your clit and you cum.
The men keep using you. After all, there's still cocks you need to take. They start talking about how they're going to breed you. About how your fertile womb is made to be filled with cum and swell up with a baby. They say it over and over again in a thousand different ways, taunting and teasing you and fucking into you. You start repeating what they're saying. You're just a pussy. You're just a womb. You're made to be fucked and bred and give birth. You'll do it over and over again because that's all you're good for.
By the time the last cock is in your pussy, you're barely conscious. It's been hours. Your pussy is leaking and sore, you're out of stamina, and you swear you can feel the various floods of cum pushing up against and putting pressure on your cervix. But that can't be possible. Most of it leaked out or was fucked out by different cocks.
You cum for the last time, your pussy clenching down on the final cock. Only God knows how many times you came. The man cums into you with a grunt and you feel another wave of warm cum fill you up. He pulls out and it leaks out of your pussy and down your cum-drenched ass with the rest of the loads.
You're left alone for several minutes, and in the quiet you pass out.
Almost two weeks later, in the room you were locked up in after the "breeding session," you get a positive pregnancy test. The man who had addressed you that night — and also the man who had kidnapped you and set up this whole thing, as it turns out — keeps you locked up until you give birth. He rapes you all throughout your third trimester. "Cum helps promote labor," he says. You're just happy he's finally helping with the raging pregnancy hormones and insatiable horniness. Surprisingly, pregnant sex is really good, and you try to ignore how much better it feels than normal sex.
As you go into labor, he rapes you one last time. And once you're in active labor, when your baby is crowning, he rubs your clit until you cum, helping you push your baby out. An "orgasmic birth," he calls it. Apparently it's a thing.
After the birth, you're dropped off at the hospital with your newborn. Before he leaves, he congratulates you on becoming a woman and a mother, just as you were always made to be. Despite the soreness and pain you're still feeling after giving birth, your pussy tingles and throbs at the words.
some animals can induce ovulation in female members such as cheetahs and sometimes i wish humans can do it too cause it’d be so hot to just be made to be unbearable horny and fertile on a man’s whim
you have the obvious fantasy where a hot piece of ass is being a little mouthy in a bar so a man barks at her to get her to ovulate and by the end of the night shes bouncing on cock as the others jerk off over her and she begs them breed to her and fill her up good. and thats so hot i’d love to become a slave to my own instinct like that
but my own current spin on it is a man cornering me and fucking me. im honestly not that into it but it was an easy fuck so i spread my legs for a stranger. i figure i’ll just get plan b once i get out of this, but he cums inside and spanks my ass and leans down and whispers “hold fucking still or i’ll induce it”
and i freeze my heart pounding because i can’t, i’m in college, there’s no way i could risk getting pregnant, why would he do this to me?
so i stay still and as his cum drips out of my hole and traces my pussy, leaking down into my underwear still around my ankles, he takes pictures of me and my pussy and the show we’re putting on. i shudder every time the camera flashes
he switches to video, turns me around, and tells me to say i loved it. i hesitate, but he pulls back his lips to make that awful tongue click that would make me fertile and i stutter out “i-i loved it…i loved being fucked”
he nods, stops recording, and then gives me his number. “cum stays alive inside your snatch for three days you know,” he says, “so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hit me up and let me cum inside again before those three days are up, or else i’ll find you and say the magic word”
i begin crying but my pussy is starting to drip with my wetness in addition to his cum as i say “o-okay”
and so it begins. every other day i get fucked and he takes pictures and videos of me. he fills my ass and my mouth, he paints my ass and back and boobs, but he always ends the night by cumming deep inside me. he always make me say such humiliating things, calling him daddy or master and saying how i love being a slut for him, how he makes me so wet, how im just a horny hole for him. a month into the arrangement he demands i start cumming with him or he’ll activate me, and so i furiously begin rubbing my clit every time he fucks me. to my mortification it never takes more than a couple rubs to cum, that’s how turned on it makes me
at a certain point, as im sucking his cock, he places a flashdrive down next to me. i make a questioning sound but dont pull off his dick. the thought never occurred to me. it’s like i belong here
“this is a compilation of all your best moments slut” he says. “so now you have one last choice. let me induce ovulation in you and get you knocked up, or let those photos and videos go onto the internet”
my heart is frozen and i stare up at him in horror. he moans at my expression and cums in my throat and i choke
i swallow what i can and pull off and cough out what i cant, my tits flecked with my spit and his cum, and he pulls me up and spreads my legs and slams into my dripping pussy
“answer bitch,” he snarls, “and make sure you cum”
i cry, reaching down to rub my clit as he pounds me, rocking on the bed from his thrusts. “i- i-“
“make a choice or i’ll choose for you,” he snaps, and i cry harder while my pussy takes over, my only thoughts being what i realize now he’s trained in me: i need to cum on his cock like he said, and my pussy certainly knows how she wants to get off
“b-breed me! induce ovulation i-i don’t care,” i squeal, and it’s like he knew i’d choose this because he immediately clicks his tongue and my brain turns off, my body hot
i howl and slam my hips back against his, reaching up to pull him down, letting him rut deep inside me, and he groans at the pulse of my pussy, how much wetter and warmer it’s gotten now that im activated
it doesnt take long for either of us to cum, but we continue fucking, my dripping snatch not nearly satisfied yet, and he’s more than happy to make sure his stupid dumb bitch gets properly knocked up
he fucks me on my back, on my knees, has me bounce on his cock while i let him see the sway of my tits, on our sides, every single position imaginable. when he’s drained his balls completely in me and im petting and rubbing my slightly cum-swollen womb, he chuckles, tosses the thumbdrive, and pulls me closer
“i knew you would make the right choice” he says and i moan. “youll be such a good father to our kids, hm? my special breeding bitch”
i moan and nod
nine months later we fuck every day, my pregnancy making me about as horny as my ovulation did, and as i bounce on his cock, my tits jiggling, my belly swollen, he runs his hands over my hips and tells me hes never letting me be un-bred again, and i cum my brains out. im at his mercy
threatening a boy that im going to get him pregnant while fucking him. he sobs to me asking me not to cum inside. but his pussy is so wet and tight. it grips my cock like his body wants to make me cum in him. he wraps his arms and legs around me and holds me close as i pound into him. my balls feel so heavy slapping against his ass. he doesnt want me to cum inside- but he's not pushing me off. without any physical resistance from him i keep going. his voice gets more frantic. please dont cum inside please please he begs. he reasons that he cant get pregnant, he's not ready for a baby. but im so lost in pleasure that i ignore him. his pussy flutters around my cock and it just feels so good, i cant pull out. my balls tighten as i get close. i look at his stomach. i envision him swelling with my kid- our baby. and i cant hold back anymore. my cock throbs and shoots rope after rope of cum into him while i thrust my hips back and forth. it makes such a creamy, bubbly mess inside him that some of the cum is oozing out with my thrusts. he pants as his own orgasm wracks his body. whispering oh god im going to get pregnant under his breath. i press my lips to his to kiss away his worries. it's going to be okay. i console him. i'll take care of you and the baby. i say as i roll my hips, fucking my cum deeper into him.
Answering this ask that came through my messages from @yaiofanficbombon2022:Â
"The class president is in labour (Mpreg). He had a sexual encounter with the popular boy of the school and as a result of this encounter he is pregnant.
His water breaks at home at night, he wants to miss school, but he can't, so he goes to class anyway.
The contractions are intense and constant, and the baby tries to come out, but he refuses to push until the exam is over.
He ends up giving birth in the school bathroom."
I’ve aged them up to a very high school like college because even 18 yo high school students feel too young to me. Hopefully you don’t mind.
This fic contains: mpreg, birth denial, pushing baby back in, clothing birth
“Hey, pres, you all right?” Jason asked, coming to sit next to Max.Â
Max grunted, forcing a smile for the man who was rather popular with the other people at their very small church owned college they both attended, and also the father of the child that was currently trying to expel itself from Max’s womb. They’d had a secret encounter in Jason’s dorm room after a particularly intense study session—and well, they hadn’t repeated said occurrences since then, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be friendly. “Fine,” Max managed as the contraction that had been wrapping its way around his belly finally eased off. “Just worried about this exam.”
Specifically, he was worried about passing the final exam of his health class while also managing to keep the kid in him, you know, in him. Particularly since his water had broken last night, and he hadn’t gotten a whole bunch of sleep between the increasingly intense contractions. This was his last final of the semester, though, he just had to pass this test, or at least make it through it, and he was home free. So he’d hobbled his way to class from his dorms. It wouldn’t do for the student president to just not show up to an exam.
“You’re the smart one,” Jason said with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Only it doesn’t look like you slept at all.”
“Stayed up all night studying.”
“For health?” Jason asked. “Look man, I know you’re a perfectionist and all that, but no one cares what grade you get in this class. All you gotta do is pass. It’s not worth killing yourself over.”
Max tried to formulate a nonchalant shrug. “Gotta keep that scholarshi—mmmhg.” Another contraction cut him off. He wrapped his fingers around the bottom of the desk and forced all his pain and the screaming desire to push into them instead of downward. Still the contractions were getting insistent. The force of his body pressed the baby’s head against his lips, which began to spread and sting. As soon as the contraction ended, the head slipped back inside, the stinging easing. Still, that wasn’t a good sign. The two hour exam hadn’t even started and the baby was already sitting right behind his lips.Â
Jason stared. “Man, you sure you’re good?”
“I’ll survive,” Max said, trying to sound sardonic, though his breathlessness gave him away. Jason didn’t know Max was pregnant. No one did. He’d carried small, and Max was good at hiding his body in shapewear and too big hoodies. If anyone did find out, he’d definitely lose his scholarship, and probably get kicked right out of the school. It had very strict rules about sex outside of marriage, and babies don’t just happen.
Max was saved from further questions from Jason by the professor entering the room and beginning to pass out a massive pile of paper that was the final exam. “You will have one and half hours to do the question and answer portion of the exam,” the professor explained. “Then I will show a video of a live birth. As the university wants you to know how to give birth at home, with prayer and without medical intervention as God intended. You all must know how to give birth. After watching the birth video, you will be required to write a paper discussing what they did correctly and what they could have done better. Understood?”
The class nodded.
“All right then, you may begin. You have an hour and a half.”
Max reached out for the packet, grabbing his pencil and his scantron, eager to go as quickly as possible and get this over with. Two questions in, and his stomach was seizing again. Freed from Jason’s questioning gaze, Max wrapped his hand around his stomach to try and soothe it, feeling it shrink underneath the shapewear he wore. He tried not to push, focusing on breathing deeply and slowly through the pain, but the searing stretch of his nethers continued throughout the contraction nonetheless.Â
According to his studies, contractions lasted about 60-90 seconds, so Max counted out the seconds in his head, one hand wrapped tight around his stomach, the other clutching his fragile wooden pencil dangerously tightly.
As soon as the contraction began to ease and the stinging stopped as the baby returned to its place just outside his lips, Max continued with the test. His contractions were coming every two minutes, lasting about a minute. Which means while the rest of his class had an hour and a half to complete the test, he only had an hour.Â
The words swum in front of him and he leaned forward to get a better view of the words, curling around his stomach and triggering another contraction. Sitting forward as he was, the hard plastic chair pressed against his lips. Which gave him an idea. Experimentally, he pushed with the urge instead of trying to hold back, grunting softly as he did. The head spread him open, shooting through his stretching lips, and then stopped moving as it struck the chair. Max whined, softly, tapping out of the push early. Except this time, the head didn’t go all the way back in, it stayed at that partial crown, stretching his lips.Â
Stealthily, he reached down under his desk and explored the area between his spread legs. A massive bulge of straining jeans was wedged between them, pressed up against the chair.
Max let out a shuddering breath. All right, he thought, as long as I can stay sitting down, we can keep the baby in. And thus the test stretched on, in increments of three minutes, two of answering questions, one of pushing fruitlessly into the hard plastic chair, his wet jeans bagging out with the emerging head.Â
Some of the questions were about health, but a lot were about sexual health and reproduction. Labeling the different parts of the birther’s anatomy felt particularly ironic when Max could feel the stretch of so many of them, the diagram a visual reminder of how small everything had been before a baby had been shoved through it.
Another question asked which sex position was most likely to result in successful reproduction, which had him flashback to his room, with Jason leaning over him, his warm chest on Max’s. It brought a blush to his cheeks which led Max to lift his head and glance over at Jason.
Jason had been looking back, his brows wrinkled in concern, but when he caught Max looking, the face changed to a forced smile and a hidden lewd hand symbol. Maybe the test was bringing up memories for him too.
Their moment was broken by another contraction. Max forced his head down, as though he was working on his test, leaning as far forward as he could, his stomach pressing against the bottom of the desk, his crotch against the seat to keep the baby in as his whole body pushed down.
The pain was just letting up when the teacher called for their attention, and put on the birthing video. A woman moaning, crouching, her husband supporting her from behind, praying. Her stomach visibly contracted as Max’s own pain returned. Their contractions had synced up, but while she was naked and pushing freely, he was covered in clothes, unable to push or make progress. Her grunts of effort and cries of pain masked his own moans.
The voice of the camera-person ordered the woman, “Push! Push!”
And having sat at a partial crown for an hour and half, Max couldn’t help but obey, pushing in sync with the woman on screen. He leaned back instinctively, lost in the grasp of instinct. He and the woman pushed, and pushed. The babys’ heads emerged slowly, fighting to stretch out the body and, in Max’s case, force the jeans out of the way.
The woman screamed as her head reached a full crown, losing her crouch and falling backwards, caught by her husband. Max’s own softer exhalation, as his own crown, freed from the confines of the chair, reached its own crown.
The next few pushes were unfruitful. The baby’s head bobbed in the woman’s crotch as Max’s own baby fought against his tight jean crotch and lost. He wasn’t trying to hold back anymore, wasn’t thinking consciously, only knew he needed to push.
Then the head on screen gushed out, followed by the rest of the body in rapid succession, but Max’s was still stuck, no matter how he pushed and grunted. The screen went black.Â
“You have twenty minutes to write your essays.”
Max panted, realizing his situation. His hand explored downward, gasping at how large the bulge was, his legs spread apart, his lips screaming in pain, stretched to their fullest, his whole body soaked in sweat.
He could not write, could not focus on writing, but he had to. So, ever so slowly he leaned forward. The head of the baby caught on the chair, then began to be shoved up inside him once more. Max shoved his pencil in his mouth, biting down hard to hold back the scream that threatened to bubble in his throat at the pure agony.Â
Another, harsher contraction came, but he weathered it, biting his pencil and pressing himself down against the chair. It faded, and he tried to write. The next contraction was just as bad. His weakened pencil snapped his hand. He whimpered as the head began to emerge once more, stretching him little by little.Â
It didn’t seem like he had two minutes of leeway anymore, no matter what their professor had taught. The contractions didn’t seem to end. It hurt so much. He was so sweaty, so confined. The baby was coming out again. He didn’t have the energy to push it against the chair. It was stretching his lips, so wide.
“Time!” The professor called. “Pencils down.”
Max’s pencil was in pieces before him, his essay a mess, his multiple choice portion, not quite complete. But he didn’t care. He had to give birth. He had to get out of there.
The old professor toddled around, collecting tests as Max tried to look normal after having been in active labor for fourteen hours and actively crowning for two.Â
He’d had a plan, take the test, go home, give birth in his empty apartment. But as the baby reached a full crown once more, Max knew that wasn’t happening. He would at least make it to the bathroom. It was on the first floor. Max planned his route as the professor said his final goodbyes, and then, finally, finally, fifteen minutes after the test ended, released them.Â
Max stayed where he was, unsure how to stand as the rest of the students burst out of the room. Another student stayed and talked to Jason, pulling his attention away from Max.
Now, Max thought. He awkwardly turned in his seat, and removed his hoodie. It revealed his very low belly, curved and sweat-soaked, but he used it to tie around his waist, hiding the massive bulge in his crotch. Then, oh so gently, he leveraged himself to his feet.
Gravity shifted, his jeans loosened a bit, and the baby dropped down just a bit further, the head stretching him wider than he thought possible. Max gasped and swayed, catching himself on his desk. Jason glanced over, clearly concerned, but his conversation partners drew him back in.
Free. Max began to waddle, slowly, awkwardly, out of the classroom. Each step was agony, his jeans jostling the fully crowned head in his pants in and out just a smidge. His exhausted legs trembled, and he kept one hand on the wall to keep himself upright. The stairs were right next to the classroom, the elevator was on the other side of the building. He could either walk the entirety twice (to reach the elevator and then walk all the way back to the bathroom at the base of the stairs), or go down the stairs. He chose the stairs.
He went down two before he realized it was an awful idea. He clung to the railing, his legs forcefully spread around the head, which brushed his thighs each time he maneuvered himself awkwardly down the stairs like a new-born deer.
Finally, red faced, panting, exhausted, he reached the bottom of the stairs and practically fell into the door of the men’s bathroom. A guy at the urinal gave him a look.
“Really gotta. . . go,” Max panted, then stumbled into the stall and locked the door. He reached immediately for his jeans. His shaking hands fumbled with the belt. As the contraction struck, he crouched naturally, spreading his legs wider, but that only forced the jeans up tighter against his opening, forcing the head further in.Â
Finally, the belt gave way, and he began forcing the jeans down. They got caught on his hips. He needed to move his legs together, but another contraction hit, and the baby descended further, its nose stretching him and popping out. The head was touching his thighs. He couldn’t spread his legs further to give it more room with his jeans, he couldn’t get rid of the jeans because of the head.
He was stuck.
Mind frozen with fear and exhaustion, he weathered out several contractions, pushing as hard as he could. But the baby didn’t move. It was stuck. The jeans had to go, but that meant. . .Â
He heard speaking over the roar of his ears, but couldn’t make out the words. It was definitely Jason.
But Max could spare him no thought. The baby had to come out. Quivering, Max placed his hand on his baby’s head, feeling its wet hair. He took one deep breath, trying to get oxygen in his panic, then began to push the baby up and back it.Â
It was agony. He screamed in pain. The baby kicked in protest. His stomach contracted. In the chaos, he lost his balance, falling to his knees, striking his elbow on the side of the tiny stall.Â
Jason was pounding on the stall door.Â
Max couldn’t talk to him, couldn’t do anything but give birth. He shucked off his jeans and boxers, spread his legs, and pushed.
The much denied baby shot out, to its ears and Max cried out again. The contraction faded, and he could hear Jason now, asking if Max was okay.
“I’ve cleared the bathroom and put a sign out saying its closed. Tell me what's going on, or I’ll call 911.”
Well, Max would need help getting out of here. And it was just as much Jason’s secret as it was his. With a shaking hand, he reached up and undid the latch, just in time for the next contraction to hit. He pushed, and the baby’s head shot out of him just as Jason flung open the door.
“Holy crap!”
Max gasped, leaning against the toilet, spreading his legs just a bit further. The dirty bathroom tile was cold. It felt good. The baby was turning inside him.
“Is that mine?” Jason asked. That health class did something for him after all.
Max could only nod.Â
“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Max didn’t have the breath for explanations. “Wanted you safe,” he gasped. “If I was. . . if they did. . .”
Another contraction. He pushed, weakly. The head bobbed forward, but didn’t move. God, he was exhausted.
Jason knelt down beside Max, his health class training coming into play. “How long have you been in labor?”
“Water broke—nngghh—last night.” The head still didn’t move. He was so tired.
“Last night!”
“Head crowned. . . just. . . just before the—” Another contraction. Max pushed with the pain as hard as he could, but the head wasn’t moving.
“Shit, man.”
Another contraction. No progress. Something was catching on his narrow hips. His body wasn’t made for birthing the way a woman’s was. “I think, I think it’s stuck.”
“I got you, give me a moment.” Then Jason left, leaving Max alone, spread wide and bare, a baby head between his legs, on a dirty bathroom floor. He flopped his head back, resting it on the toilet seat. Gross, yeah, but he didn’t have the energy to care any more.
Another fruitless contraction.
Then Jason was back. He crouched down by Max. “this is going to hurt,” he warned. Then he shoved his hand into Max’s crotch alongside the baby’s neck. Max opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. He was too tired. The pain was awful, the stretch terrible. Then Jason was fumbling around in there with his whole-ass hand, pulling and tugging. Max’s hips strained.Â
Another contraction began, tensing Max’s stomach which was peeking up through his shirt, which had ridden up.Â
With the hand that wasn’t currently inside Max, Jason pressed down on Max’s stomach. “Push!” he ordered.
Max pushed. Jason pushed with one hand and pulled with the other. The tension, the pressure built, and built. Max was being torn apart. He was going to die. He was—
Something gave. With a gush, the crying baby shot out into Jason’s waiting hands.
The three of them sat, panting, staring at each other. “I want to raise this baby with you, if you’ll let me,” said Jason. “Only reason I haven’t been with you more is, well, I didn’t want to get us both kicked out. But I think you’re amazing and—”
Max smiled. “You’re pretty good too. Let’s do this.”
The flat out best Adult/Youth story that I read on Nifty was a series called Rent My Son. Holy fuck. I would pay to read those stories again. They were taken down at some point and, sadly, lost forever.
12. Mpreg. Guy with a big belly does mpreg videos online. After a particularly strenuous session he gets bad stomach pains. He's in labor. And didn't know he was pregnant.
Taylor had always dreamed of being pregnant. The idea of carrying a large baby and facing the challenge of giving birth had fascinated him for as long as he could remember. However, as a man, he knew it was impossible—no matter how deeply he wished for it. His desire grew so strong that he often found himself willing to do anything to make his dream a reality. But as the saying goes, we should be careful what we wish for. One fateful day, everything changed for Taylor in ways he could never have imagined.
It was late at night in the summer. Taylor, who had celebrated his 22nd birthday the day before, had just graduated from college and was walking home after the graduation party. The party was like any other party, with the only difference being that Taylor, along with the promiscuous girls, was also popular for being a desirable sissy. With a curvy body, big juicy ass, and a chest resembling a B-cup, combined with plump lips and a hairstyle featuring pigtails, Taylor was the epitome of a dream come true for anyone, from boys to the futanari community on campus especially since no one thought he could get pregnant.
Taylor always enjoyed being pounded. The more people, the happier he gets, since he would always walk home with a belly filled with cum. After walking for quite some time because the buses were not operational at this hour, he needed to take a piss. He found a small alleyway that had a turn where no one could see him after that turn, perfect for taking a piss. As he walked, he noticed a man staring at him and following him. This was normal for him, and he went from scared to actually wanting to get randomly fucked by a stranger. He walked around the turn and pulled his pants down, releasing the excess cum from his ass while pissing. Before he knew it, he felt a sudden pressure on his ass. It was the man's erect dick, ready to fuck.
"Looks like someone's impatient huh?" Taylor asked while giggling in a flirty tone, "how can I possibly be patient when someone like you walks by" the man says as he caresses Taylor's dick. "That belly of yours is filled with cum, playing pretend pregnant?" He asks as he prepares to slide his dick into Taylor's tight well hole. "Well it's just a dream, I just wish it come true, I'll do whatever it takes and won't regret it at all," Taylor replied bending over and positioning his ass to be fucked. "I could help you with that but you need to do as I say in order for it to work, would you like to try?" the man asks while slowly teasing his dick around Taylor's hole. Seeing as he's tried it over and over, Taylor saw this as just another hoax so he just accepted it thinking it would mean that he would be pounded harder and filled with more cum.
"Alright, let's do it then, fill me up and impregnate me" Taylor says to the man in a flirting tone. The sound of a pill bottle was heard, thinking it was maybe some form of drugs to last longer, Taylor didn't care but that was his mistake. "Don't say I didn't warn you" the man says before slamming his huge dick up his tight wet hole. "Ahhh... Yes.. Harder... HARDER AHHHH" Taylor moaned uncontrollably. "FFFUUUCKKK.... AHHH... AHHH... AHHHH... YESSS DADDY FUCK ME HARDER.... POUND ME... BREED MEEE AHHHHH" Taylor moaned again louder as he felt the man's dick ravaging his tight hole. "I'm... Gonna... Cummm" the man groaned, "DO IT... FILL ME UP... IMPREGNATE ME LIKE YOU SAID.... AHHHH" Taylor moaned harder as he orgasms from the man's thick cum. Taylor panted and moaned as the man's cum slowly filled him up but something was different, the amount of cum is insane as once the man finishes, he looked 9 months pregnant.
As the man pulls his dick out, he instantly slams in a huge butt plug up his tight asshole. "AGHH.. WHAT THE HELL?!" Taylor yelled as he was unprepared which made it hurt. "Keep this in you, only take it out when you need to take a shit once done, re insert it and repeat for nine months, you'll have what you wish for", the man says as he walks away slowly. "Okay what th-" Taylor stopped because once he turned around the man was gone. He felt awfully nauseous but thought that it was because of that raw hard fuck and the amount of cum in his belly so he brushed it off, put his pants back on and continued his walk home.
The sun shined through his window, it was 12:00 in the afternoon, Taylor had just woken up. While stretching he was surprised to see that his belly still looked pregnant and no drip of cum came out of the butt plug. He stood up and looked in the mirror, it looked like his dreams came true, the perfect body shape, a pregnant figure just like he wished. Thinking that slowly over time the cum would either be absorbed or dripped out once he pulled the butt plug out, Taylor had the idea to be a mpreg creator. He pulled out his phone and started recording, his first video a pov virtual sex with him pretending to also be in hard labor.
This went on for months, his audience grew over night being an Internet sensation among the porn lovers. Taylor had what he ever wished for in a sense and he felt happiness beyond anything he had ever felt before, the fame and money was just a bonus to him. Entering the 12 months he had been filled, he was shocked as his belly looked like it was bigger than before. "Maybe it's just because of the cum", he thought to himself. "I'll just remove the butt plug and release the excess like usual" he says before removing the butt plug. "What the hell?" he exclaims in confusion, no cum was dripping from his ass. His belly went from sloshing around because of the cum to turning hard like a real pregnant belly in an instant. "Ow!" he yelled as a sharp pain emits from his stomach. "Man I don't have time for this, I'll sort it out later after the shoot" he says to himself while taking off his entire clothes to get ready to shoot his next video.
A machine made by one of his fans essentially a fuck machine that would be strapped on to him on the highest setting. The tip of the machine was also the exciting part as it was a dildo the size of a horse cock. The machine had a tank filled with the collective cum of every viewer roughly around 1000ml worths of real cum. Taylor would use a cheerleading uniform and record his video as a milestone for reaching 5 million followers. "Ahh... That's it sl- Aghh" he moaned as the huge dildo went up his ass. "Alright let's do this" he powers it on and instantly had an orgasm. "AHHHH....AHHH....OHH MY GODDDDDD.... AHHHH YESSSSSS" the machine pounded him so hard it was like an nfl player pounding him but twice as hard with a horse cock sized dildo ramming him in his ass.
"AHHH YESSS AHHH FFFFFUCCC-AGHHH", he groaned in pain as he stopped the machine. "What th-agghhh" he groaned again clenching his belly as he felt something move down in his belly before releasing liquid from his penis. "Did... did I just cum?" he questions himself before a sharp pain forces him to drop to the floor slamming his belly in the process which increased the pain. "AGHHH.. WHAT'S GOING ON... AGHHH..." he squeals as he feels pressure coming from inside his urethra. "NO... WAIT... IT CAN-AGHHHH" He realizes what was going on, the man's words were true, he was pregnant all this time and was in full labor now.
"I... CAN'T... AGGHHH... THE...BABY... IS... TOO... FFFUUCKK AGGHH" he screams in agony as he feels the baby moving slowly through the birth canal. Just as he thought it couldn't get worse, when he fell the machine broke and caused an error which turned on the machine again pounding him hardly while he's giving birh. "AHHH.... AGGGHHH....NOOOO.. AGHHH... AHHHH.. STTOOOPPPP...AGHHHH" he screamed in the mix of agony and pleasure as the motion from the machine caused the baby to mover faster down his tight urethra. He feels it, the baby nearing the stem of his dick which meant that it would be more painful from now on. "AGGGGHHHHH... GET OUTTTT.... AHHHH... AHHH... AGGHHGGHH... FFFFUUUCKCKKKKKK" he pushed as hard as he could while still being pounded by the machine, cum flying everywhere in the process. Just as the baby's head reached the end of his dick, it was stuck, no matter how hard he pushed it would exit the tip of his dick. He knew that any form of liquid would be useful in lubricating his tip but he couldn't move from the pain to reach the oil on the shelf and he had already dried his balls out from all the cum he was releasing
That's when he remembered about the machine's ability to release cum, this would stimulate his horniness which could help force him to cum again. He turned it on and a gush of cum rushed into his hole turning him on and making him orgasm. "AHHHH.... AHHH... AGHHH... YESSS... I FEELL IT... I'M GOING TO... CUMMMMMM... AGHHHHH" he cums again along with the baby's head popping out, "CMMONNNNN GETTT ITTT OUTTTTT.... AGHHHHH... AGHHHHH" he pushed with all his might popping out the rest of the baby in the process. Exhausted he fainted. Taylor woke up the next day with his room clean, fresh clothes, and his baby in his arms with a note "Be careful with what you wish for" pinned on the babies clothes.
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