Fucking a trans guy raw and just getting lost in pleasure while he milks my cock. Suddenly i’m growling and deep inside him and about to come. We both don’t want to be parents...but I can’t help it. I’m shooting deep inside him and pressing down his hips, rubbing his chest, down to his belly. Imagining it swelling out and shuddering as the last of my seed hits his cervix
His eyes go wide as he feels your resolve, the new effort you're putting into your pleasure. "No... No, stop, you can't!" He starts to squirm under you, trying to pull away, to shift so that you slip out of his entrance. You're too firm, too committed to fulfilling your need using his body, whether he wants you to or not.
"Oh God, oh god no, no not like this, please no..." He starts pleading. "We said we didn't want kids. You said you were ok with that. I could... It could happen. Right now. You promised you wouldn't, that you didn't want to!" You feel yourself tensing, tightening. Can feel your children surfing up from your balls, into your shaft. It burns, aches, your body about to send your burden into this handsome boy's uterus...
He's pushing at you, struggling. "I don't want this! I can't handle it, I'm not kidding! I have nightmares about this happening, please, I'm begging you!" The desperation in his voice, knowing how much your seed is going to force his body to change... It was too much. Even if you still wanted to hold back, you couldn't. Not anymore.
Pinning his shoulders to the bed, you pressed deep and groaned in absolute satisfaction. Letting one hand trail down, over his flat chest, feeling all his body hair as you got lower. Down to his belly.
As he starts to cry you drink in how masculine he looks, how he effortlessly passes day to day. At work, with friends. You're one of the only people in his life that even knows he's trans. And now... You've undone so much of that work. Only a matter of time before he's showing. Before his belly begins to swell out of control, straining at his clothes.
"Oh God, oh god... No, I can't, I can't do this. This can't be happening..." He's muttering, almost to himself, his voice deep, tears running down his cheeks and into his beard. "I won't take. I've been on T too long. You didn't just get me preg... You didn't do it. I won't have to live like that. It's not really happening..."
You walked in on him fighting his pants. Walking up, kissing his forehead, cupping that area just above his public mound. It was barely pressing out.
You didn't say anything as he began to get nauseous in the mornings. Nor as he became fatigued all the time. You didn't point out how firm his middle felt after a couple months.
"You're gonna give birth for me, hon." You whisper, almost growl, and he trembles at the certainty in your statement. "You're having a baby. You're pregnant. A handsome, sexy pregnant man-"
"No I'm not!" He snapped, pushing you away. "I can't be! I can't! I told you I don't want it, ever. It can't be happening. It isn't! I'm not... Not..."
His eyes became watery. You stepped in again. Held him. Cupped his baby bump once more. "Pregnant." You said, smiling, delighting in his struggle even if you knew you shouldn't. "Pregnant. You're pregnant. You're really pregnant. Say it for me..."
He relaxes. Clings to you even as he smacks his fist into your shoulder. "I don't want it..." He whimpers, breaking down. "I'm a guy. I'm a man. I'm just one of the guys, I can't have a baby. I can't be pregnant. I can't just waddle around in front of everyone. What the fuck am I going to wear? What am I going to say? How am I going to... To have it? God... God, fuck, I don't want to have it... I'm so scared. It's not fair. You did this to me even though you knew I didn't want it..."
The handsome man choked back a sob. "Fuck. No. No, I'm not. I'm not. It can't have just happened like that, it's not fair..." You stroke that firm bump, knowing it's just going to get bigger. "Say it... Say you're pregnant. You're having a baby. You're going to open your legs and push for me like a good boy. You're going to give birth. Your pretty vagina is going to spread over the head of our baby, whether you want it to or not..."
You gently shushed him as he cries, words failing him. You knew this would hurt. You knew this would trigger at least a few aspects of his dysphoria, badly, but you knew that when you did it. You didn't care then, and you don't now. Even in his despair he's so handsome. So sexy. It made you feel amazing, know you'd done this to him. That it was your baby inside that body. That it was all your fault that his pants didn't fit anymore, and it was only going to get worse...
You helped him take a test. He broke down again when it was positive. And again when the doctor confirmed it, with an odd look at your boyfriend when he did. It was clear what he was thinking. How he felt as he did the ultrasound, the awkward, stilted speech every time he had to say "Mister" or "Dad-to-be". You could see the mistakes and awkwardness hitting your partner like blows, but you couldn't deny how good it felt, knowing it had been your choice to make home endure this.
You bought him cute shirts, knowing he would hate them. A pink number that said "Seahorse Dad!" A black stretchy T that read "Bun in the Oven!" A pride flag print with "Trans, Pregnant, and Proud!". You'd have given anything to see him wear them, but he refused, as you knew he would.
The poor guy's clothes got tighter and tighter. His belly wouldn't stop growing, and each day you had to fight the urge to moan in delight when he struggled to undo the button, or more often, the pin holding his pants closed, and he just let out a sigh, his baby belly released and pressing out from its confines. The daily struggle just to dress masculine for work was breathtaking, watching him fight to button and close and tuck, without it only emphasizing how obvious the pregnancy was becoming.
He could barely look at you in bed. You loved stripping him. Exposing him. His hairy legs and arms... His flat, fuzzy chest, nipples now large and darkened... His round baby belly covered in soft hair, thinned with how much more space it now had to cover... You would spread his legs, fighting the urge to gasp as you saw how swollen and prominent his T-dick was now, how puffy his vaginal lips were... Pushing into him felt amazing, and he clearly hated how much he loved it. He would wrap his legs around you, panting, crying out, but still not looking at you. Eyes closed, urging you on, as you enjoyed every perfect, unfair concequences of your lust taking over and changing the body he'd worked so hard for...
The day came that he couldn't hide it anymore. His barely buttoned, inappropriate Hawaiian shirt still exposing a strip of skin at best, and if he shifted wrong his increasingly obvious outie. It was impossible to miss or deny.
But you didn't say anything, letting him go to work like that. He called you at lunch and said he'd had to explain to everyone that he was pregnant. Tell his boss he'd need maternity leave. He'd tried to get paternity leave, but his boss had chuckled, shook his head. "That's only for the Dad, not the M-... M-mister who has to birth it. Right. It's why it's so much shorter!"
He'd never felt so exposed, so ashamed of his own body. He came home early, curled up in your arms even though it was all your fault he was like this. He desperately needed comfort, and you were happy to provide.
It only got harder. Nothing of his old wardrobe fit now. He had to go to his job in the humiliating maternity shirts you'd been buying. He tried to cover up with hoodies and sweaters, but it was simply too hot for that. He came home deeply upset most days, random strangers touching his belly without asking, asking when he was due. Telling him how proud he must be to be a mommy.
You tried to make a birth plan, but he couldn't do it. The idea of a baby coming out of his vagina was too much, he'd have a meltdown any time you tried to discuss it. He said he didn't want to keep it, and that was fine by you. You were getting everything you wanted out of this, watching his baby belly swell his masculine frame, seeing the struggle of his body changing against his will, all because of you. You knew it was messed up to delight so much in how hard this was for the poor guy, but there was a beauty to it you couldn't deny. You'd decided he should be like this. You'd made the choice that he should become a pregnant man, even if he didn't want to. So now he was. And it was all your fault.
In the end, it was the two of you. He was laboring in front of you for hours, moaning as he rocked back and forth, whimpering that this wasn't fair, that he didn't want this to happen. You just responded "I know, hon. It doesn't matter what you want though... My baby is coming soon. You're gonna give birth, isn't that exciting?"
He tried not to say anything else, not liking how much you're delighting in this struggle, but as it got worse he couldn't help himself, desperate for comfort and reassurance, which you gave in excess.
Before too long he was naked, on his back, legs spread wide for you. You could see the vagina you'd filled nine months ago, saw the thick, stiff T-dick being angled up as he pushed, his crotch starting to bulge. The pressure was making his member throb with his heartbeat, and it took your breath away. This man was having a baby. He was pushing your baby out of his vagina and it was all because of you. You got a man pregnant and now he was having a baby. It was so unfair, so natural, so perfect.
His body undercut his words. Another contraction cut him off, and he had no choice but to push. You watched his lips strain, then part. You could see that boy pussy opening wide, just as he had seen in his nightmares. "IT BURNS IT BURNS!!! ITS COMING OUT OH FUCK I CAN' DO THIS, I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A BABY!!!"
"Ohhh god make it stop make it stop it hurts!!!" He cried, gulping in breaths as you tried to hide your arousal. "I can't do this! I don't want to have a baby!"
It didn't matter what he wanted. You'd impregnated him, and that was enough. The only thing that mattered. Your baby was being born from this trans man, you'd created a life inside him and now he had no choice but to reward you for it. He wailed in agony, voice deep and masculine, toes curling as he gripped the floor. It was agony for him as the head crowned his slit wider and wider. "Please don't make me do this!"
There was nothing you could do even if you wanted to. And you didn't. This was everything you wanted. You had already decided you needed it to happen again, even if it ruined his life. You needed this man to become your beautiful, perfect baby factory, even if he despised every single pregnancy you forced him to endure...
"It's coming OOOUUUTTT!!!" He wailed, pushing with all his might as the head slid down and out of him, the shoulders coming quickly after. A masculine, quick, powerful birth, shuddering and crying as the rest of the body slid free.
You took the newborn that had just slid from the handsome boy who's life you changed forever. He wouldn't look at it or you. Clearly doing this had felt even more awful that you'd hoped. A violation of not just his body, but his identity, for nine long months.
You promised to be more careful, that he'd never have to go through this nightmare again.
In five months he was crying over another positive test...
“Fuck! No…this is just food…” Jack told himself. He was a gym bro, worked out, and was in a ‘committed’ relationship with his girlfriend. He had been trying to shred the weight but it wasn’t going away and it had been weeks…
Then he flashed back. Bros night - out clubbing, it was late, shots, tequila, strippers teasing and then…they were pissing in the men’s room and one mate was getting a bj through a gloryhole. It was hot and Jack was getting turned on, he tried the gloryhole too and one thing led to another which was his last getting fucked through the hole and bred by not one but two cocks…for the first time ever. Took it like a champ too!
My team lost, and I’m a man of my word. The opposing teams captain had a thick cock. When he rammed it into me, I thought he was going to tear me up. I couldn’t walk straight for a week.
Then I had to waddle for six months as his baby turned me from flat belly to bulging belly. Pushing his baby up did tear my ass :(
While your office welcomed your coworker Tom back from paternity leave, and played with the twins he gave birth to five months ago, you asked one of them if it seemed odd that Tom seemed nearly as pregnant as when he left on leave. Your colleague laughed at you and with him. Baby weight is hard to get rid of they said, and that he looked great. You couldn’t help but make a face as you walked off. A month later at his birthday celebration you noted that his belly button was popped out, his stomach which should have been getting smaller was harder and bigger than before. His supposedly non-pregnant belly seemed obviously higher and had risen considerably in his lap.
The twins are almost to term, but daddy doesn’t relent. Every evening, my legs are hoisted up on to his shoulders and he gapes my pussy for thirty minutes or so. He demands that I maintain eye contact with him; he sees the pain and pleasure mingling in my eyes as he pumps himself to orgasm. His hands rest on my gravid belly, feeling the damage his seed has done to me, conscious of what is growing just beneath my stretched skin. He whispers to me about destroying my boypussy, about stretching me out with his fat member, about how beautiful I’ll look when I eventually scream out the gift he’s left inside me. And just as he’s about to cum, he leans in and kisses me ferociously, his hands squeezing my gravid womb as he dumps his day-old load inside me. Sometimes the twins kick at just the right moment, and this makes me shudder doubly hard. After, he pulls out and his fingers find my hole, gently pushing the dripping cum back inside me. Good boy, he says, and then he walks away to get a beer and watch TV. I lay there and watch him leave the room, my hole sore and slack, heaving as I try to catch my breath. I rub my belly, asking the twins out loud if they’re ok, telling them how much their daddy loves us. I drift off to sleep, ready to do it all again tomorrow.
Now that I’d made partner, it was time to start a family. I’d had my eye on Justin, the junior associate who was struggling to keep up with the other first years. Over a “business lunch,” it didn’t take me long to convince him that he wasn’t lawyer material. He asked me what I thought he should do instead, and I levelled with him. He’d never thought of himself as the paternal type, but I pointed out all the qualities that made him a middling lawyer — his emotional thoughtfulness, his unwillingness to say no, his devotion to the gym instead of trial prep — would make him an excellent breeder. We hadn’t even finished our meals when I paid the waiter a 50 to keep people out of the washroom while we locked ourselves inside. Justin’s pussy was unusually tight, and I told him it wouldn’t be that long until that would change. Between taking my nine inches daily, and giving birth to the son I’d just dumped in his womb in time to show off at the Partners’ Christmas Party, his hole would be slack in no time…
Getting pregnant was the best thing I've ever done in my life. I used to be the invisible kid in class. I was skinny, unattractive, nobody noticed me. I never had a boyfriend, and I had a hard time finding a guy to fuck. But sometimes life has surprises in store.
One night at a fraternity party I got drunk and woke up the next day naked on a bed. I didn't remember anything that had happened the day before, but something in me felt different.
It took me a couple of weeks to figure out what it was. That night I don't remember I got pregnant. I was carrying a baby.
A month into the pregnancy, my belly was already showing a little. My skin glowed, my hair looked better than ever and my body grew. Something clicked with my fellow faculty members because from that day on I started getting visitors in my room or they would offer to accompany me to the bathrooms every time I had to leave class to pee. And it only got better as the months went by.
Frank, Isaak, Daniel, David, Aaron, Scott, Bruce, Bob… there wasn't a guy who didn't approach me since I got pregnant. Tall, muscular, blondes, brunettes, attractive, and with huge dicks. My ass had never had such a good time as it had these past few months.
But there was only one problem. The one guy I'd always liked, the one I'd been talking to at that party nine months ago, George, was the only one who hadn't paid any attention to me. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Tall, athletic, intelligent, dark hair and beard. Someone mysterious, but successful. The man of my life, even if he didn't know it yet.
These last few weeks, on the other hand, my sexual activity has slowed down quite a bit. My huge belly, I am expecting triplets after all, prevents me from going to class every day. The doctor has recommended me to rest, so my encounters have gone. My pleasure lately is to eat like a pig, while lying in my underwear on the couch watching episodes of Friends.
One of these days, while I was devouring two huge pizzas, the doorbell rang. With great difficulty I got up and approached the door. I had to stop a couple of times, because for the last couple of days the contractions have started. I'm about to give birth, it's nothing unusual.
When I opened the door my water almost broke. The man that was waiting only lives in my dreams. George was standing there, wearing a tight white T-shirt that showed all his muscles. I didn't know how to react, I didn't know what to say, I was speechless:
- "Hello, handsome" - He said to me with a perfect smile.
- "H... h... hi. What are you doing here?" - I answered with a blush on my face. Was that a dream I was seeing?
- "I think you have something that's mine… ours. Don't you?"
- "What do you mean?" - I was speechless again. What would I want to say.
- "Nine months ago we were together... don't you remember? I was scared after fucking you, it was my first time with a man and I never felt that good with someone. I was stupid, I ran away and I haven't dared to come back here".
- "You? Was it you? Did you get me pregnant?"
- "Yes, I think I did. I spent the night with you, we were together all the time and after many drinks you took me to bed."
- "Thank you. I couldn't say anything else..."
- "Thank you?"
- "Yes, thank you for giving me the greatest gift of my life." - We were both crying and smiling at the same time.
- "Get the over here!" - He grabbed my face with his two strong hands and kissed me with a passion I had never felt before.
We kissed and went to the bed. He helped me take off my boxers and ate my whole cock. Fuck, what is this, I've never been so hard. If I didn't cum four times I didn't cum any, and this had only just begun.
With the same confidence with which he appeared in my house he grabbed my belly on both sides and kissed every inch of my skin and sucked my breasts that were already a considerable size with milk. My body was filled with an electricity that I had never experienced before. I was in heaven. This is real love.
When I thought it was all over, he opened my legs and pushed his penis in. A slow, gentle movement. The gentleness, the pleasure, the rhythm. Again, this man is a sex god, and the father of my children. He is mine. He is mine. HE IS MINE.
And then... the waters broke. A whirlwind of water rushed out of me. The three little people who united us forever were coming. In the end I will not give birth alone, George is here with me. Dad and daddy, finally together.
After 40 weeks of agonizing pregnancy, I finally got in labor a few hours ago… in the middle of a storm that flooded the streets, completely alone, with no electricity and many kids that want out really quick. Panic won’t help me at all so I fill my huge tub and get inside it, surprisingly I still fit in with my enormous belly. I get in position and for a while nothing happens, just contraction after contraction but no much progress. The babies are so big that I know it will be hard so I push with all I have… thankfully I feel progress.
While I'm pushing and the first baby’s coming out, I remember how miserable I had been the last few weeks and how hard it was for me to even move around without help because my belly, my pecs and my whole body were so swollen. Thankfully, there was always a guy or two, willing to satisfy ALL my needs but they can't be here because of the storm, wouldn't have minded a dick or two stretching my hole to make the birth so much easier… mmm… maybe next time. When my first son comes out, I sigh in relieve and after all the cleaning, I put my big boy to nurse on my nipple.
Just a few minutes later while I'm pushing, the second baby’s head is already coming out and I remember when I walked down the street a few months ago and randoms guys would come closer to rub my huge ass and my milky pecs and obviously to ask about my huge pregnant belly. It made me feel so sexy, especially when I ended my day at any of their apartments with a muscled guy pounding on top of me and his dick reaching deep inside me, I should definitely call them all when I’m done here. When the second baby comes out, the first one is already full so I repeat the procedure and put him on my chest and continue pushing.
The contraction won’t give me a break so I'm pushing in no time and the third baby is slowly coming to the world. While I push, I remember months ago when my body started to get bigger, my ass ballooning, my muscles growing, my plump balls getting swollen because of all the hormones running through my body and how it all attracted the attention of all the guys at the gym and how sometimes I ended on long private sessions with any of them or with several of them. Those were amazing days because they made me feel desire, they made worthy all the changes going in my body. I guess I’ll go back to the gym to get my old body back and have some more private sessions with my old gym buddies. Soon, the third baby is born and I repeat the same process again. The first two are sleeping on towels next to the tub while the third one has some milk, thankfully there’s a lot to feed all of them.
I know I’m not done, not even close to be done so I keep pushing. When the fourth baby’s coming out, I remember the moment, 32 weeks ago, when I told my ex-boyfriend and father of my babies about the pregnancy. I wasn’t sure how he would react but when I told him everything, he ripped off my clothes, pushed me to get on all fours in the middle of the living room and then fucked me right there. I thought things would be great because he was so passionate that time but when he was done, he stood up and just left while I was still breathless, never saw him after that day. The fourth baby is born and the third one is still sucking on my nipple so I struggle a bit to handle both of them without waking up the first two. I manage to hold them, each on one pec, while I start pushing the fifth.
I’m really tired by now but I know I have to keep going. While I’m pushing to give birth to the fifth baby, I remember the moment when my ex-boyfriend and I have conceived all this kids. I was in this same position I am right now but we were on my bed, he was always really passionate so when he shoved his dick, balls deep inside me, my whole body trembled with every thrust and I was moaning non stop until his seed flooded my insides to the brim, he even left me with a little bloating that night. Now, I look down at the babies on my arms and just smile, the third one is full so I put him with the first to so by the time the fifth one is born, I can easily handle him to put him on my free pec while the fourth one is on my other pec. I feel like a milk machine but I’m loving it.
I can’t rest at all before the sixth kid starts to come out. I’m pushing and breastfeeding my babies and I can’t help but wonder where can I find a new man who would want a big muscle guy with six kids, a huge ass, huge chest, a hole in need to be filled with a huge hard dick and a deep desire to have a very large family. I hope it won’t be hard to find.
Some minutes later when I’m holding my six baby boys in my arms, I think on how beautiful they are and prepare a mental imagine of the guy who's going to fill my belly with lots more kids. My dick's already hard imagining a tall, huge muscle man burying his long and extra thick dick deep inside me while shot after shot of potent cum get me pregnant again with even more kids than this time. Hope I’ll find it soon.
4 months later
Every morning my bladder tells me it's time to get up. As big as I am right now, I can't hold that much piss so I have to slowly move my heavy body out of bed and head to the bathroom. When I'm done there, I try to put on my underwear and it's kinda hard. At the front, my belly and my chest get on the way and on my back, my ass is so big that it's really hard to get my underwear to cover it. I look down at my belly when I feel a baby kicking, it's the first time I feel any of them kicking, I'm 4 months along so that's normal.
Yeah, I know I look big, I feel big, I am big; so, while I feel more kicking coming from my belly, I remember how I got into this situation.
It all started the night I gave birth to my sextuplets, alone at home in the middle of a storm and with all the streets flooded. When the ambulance finally came to take me and my babies to the hospital, the paramedic who helped me was so hot I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. I had been imagining who would be fathering my next babies but my imagination couldn’t reach the perfectness of that man. He was literally bursting out of his uniform with big muscles that I felt like a wimp next to him; and he was so funny too that he made me laugh even with how tired I was after pushing 6 big baby boys out of me. my dick was hard while he took care of me but I blamed the pregnancy hormones still working on my body. He just laughed but I know he knew the truth.
Hours later when I was in my hospital room, he came in to check on me and the babies. The 6 cribs were next to my bed but the babies were sleeping. We talked and he started to get closer to me, he knew I wanted him and I knew he wanted me too. He undressed from the waist down and got on top of me on my hospital bed. I was salivating when I saw his massive hard dick aiming at me, it didn’t matter how sore or how tired I was, I just needed that huge dick so deep inside that I was about to beg him.
He buried his dick in my hole and started to fuck me hard. He knew we didn't have much time before a nurse would walk in so he went fast and hard on me while I was just gasping and trying not to moan loud but man I wanted to scream so loud with his monster cock stretching my hole like never before. It was all really quick but I had never felt so high on pleasure like in that moment. Soon, he let out a deep grunt and then I felt his warm cum overflowing my guts, it felt awesome and it was so much. I was still heavily breathing when he got dressed again, gave me his number and walked out of the room. I know you’ll say I’m a whore but I don’t care what you say, his monster dick worth it.
A few weeks later I was getting used to take care of 6 babies but suddenly I started to feel sick, tired, moody and all the symptoms I already knew very well. Some pregnancy tests just confirmed that the hot paramedic had knocked me up just a few hours after I had given birth to my sextuplets. I was hesitant to tell him the news because I barely knew the guy but when I called him and told him everything, he asked me to move in with him immediately. I never expected such reaction but I accepted and took my six kids to our new house. Now I have a lovely boyfriend who loves all my kids and takes care of them like their dad and obviously he takes care of my every need.
He insists that I should go see a doctor to see how many kids we're having but I'm too scared to find out, so it'll be a surprise for the birth. The only think I know is that I wasn’t this big when I was this far along with the sextuplets so I’m guessing I’m having more or they’re just massive like their dad. Moving around is already a hard task and I can't even imagine how it will be in 5 more months, lucky me there will be someone by my side to help me with everything, specially to satisfy my horniness.
The sextuplets are starting to wake up now so I have to go feed them all. Then I have to prepare a snack for my boyfriend who's about to come home after his night shift. Also, I really want to get to his after-night-shift routine, it consists on me pinned on bed by his huge dick for a while before he gets some rest. I never get tired of it and it seems like as I get bigger, my boyfriend wants to fuck me more constantly and I’m not complaining- on my first pregnancy, I needed several guys to get satisfied but with this man, I’m having more than I could ever want or wish for.
1 year and 5 months later
Hello again. Seems like I don't learn my lesson. It's been a year since I gave birth to 9 baby boys. No, I didn't write the wrong number, I gave birth to 9 boys exactly 9 months after I have given birth to sextuplets. It was really shocking when I found out I had pushed 9 babies out of me but I was extremely happy and my boyfriend was over the moon. Thankfully, my second birth was at a hospital surrounded by doctors, nurses and obviously my perfect paramedic by my side supporting me and showing me his love while I pushed his huge babies out of my body.
Right after I have given birth, we decided to stop the baby factory because 15 kids under a year old were more than enough for us, and for anyone, and the doctors also advised us to not even try for more kids because I am extremely fertile because of some hormonal thing. I should've listened but I love my boyfriend's dick too much to actually care. Well, we were really careful at first, my boyfriend always wore a condom and I was on birth control. But one night, 4 and a half months ago, I convinced him to not wear a condom because I was on birth control, I thought it was safe because I was taking my pills and they were supposed to avoid pregnancy but when the doctors said I am extremely fertile, it meant birth control just doesn’t work on my body, but I didn’t know that back then. My boyfriend fucked me, unprotected and I guess you know what happened.
I got pregnant, obviously, and I started to grow so fast that I got really scared and went to see the doctor. After a long while with the sonogram, he said he couldn't count the babies that well because there were a lot, he couldn’t give us number but he was sure we had broken the double digit with this one. Though, he said 12 was his best guess but there’s no way to know yet. I can tell I'm having a lot, not only because of my belly but also my chest that has been growing even more since the moment I got pregnant. I'm still breastfeeding the 9 babies and all of them together just can't empty up my milky pecs.
My boyfriend is so happy that all he talks about is the coming babies. He even has a bet with his partners at work on how many kids I'll have. He's hoping for 15 and one of his friends even said 20 when he saw a pic of my current size. I only laugh when I hear him talking about his bet but it’s really exciting to know I’m literally breaking my own record. I have no idea how many I have inside this time and I don't wanna know yet. I just keep going with my life. I stay at home all the time, naked because nothing fits me, I take care of all our kids, which is getting harder by the day. The sextuplets are 1 year and 9 months old, while the 9 babies’ first birthday is coming soon and in 4 and a half months, I’ll have another litter of babies coming out of me to join their many older brothers.
I’m still trying to be as active as possible so I do some quick work out some times a day but it's getting harder every day too. Everything is a hard task now but I'll be honest, this is everything I would wish for in my life. This will definitely be my last pregnancy but I would love to discover how fertile I really am. Maybe?
3 years and 5 months
In my current condition, I can only wonder why I’m so stubborn and keep making the same mistakes, I literally don’t learn my lesson. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I just wonder why I got myself into such big trouble again. It’s been a while since I gave birth to 15 baby boys on my third pregnancy. Yeah, if you’ve been following my story, my boyfriend, who is now my husband, won the bet he had at work. The 15 boys are 3 years and 1 month old right now, the 9 babies that I had given birth on my second pregnancy are 4 years and 5 months old, while the sextuplets that I gave birth on my first pregnancy are 5 years and 2 months old. We have 30 boys and our lives can’t be any better.
My husband is now the chief at his department so he has more time to spend with us, thankfully. You can’t imagine how hard it was for me to take care of 15 newborns with 15 more kids asking for my attention, it was crazy but I loved it. I was so tired at the end of the day but it helped us to be more careful with our sex life to avoid another pregnancy. Think about it, 30 kids are way more than enough for anyone and the doctor was sure I would have even more kids if I ever got pregnant again. It was all so demanding for both of us that I simply forbade my husband any action unless he was wearing a condom. We didn’t want me to get pregnant ever again, but if I’ honest, a tiny part of me wanted to have more kids and to experience the joy and craziness of an even bigger pregnancy. I never mentioned this to my husband but I was always hoping for something to happen.
The months and years passed, the kids got older and somehow easier to take care of all of them but my inner desire for more kids was getting stronger every day. It wasn’t until 2 months ago that I my wish finally came true but I never expected it to be so dramatic. You see, my husband and I were celebrating something, husbands’ thing, and when we got back home we were really horny. We went to our room and we both got naked but he said he didn’t have condoms, immediately I closed my legs. For normal people that’s not a problem, we have a mini market next to our house so running there to get a condom is really easy; but my husband needs extra large condoms and you don’t find them everywhere, believe me when I say even XL is kinda tight, I’m so damn lucky.
Anyway, we were so horny that he ran to the mini market and bought a regular sized condom, thinking it would work. We struggled to put it on his dick but we manage. He fucked me so hard that night even when he said it was uncomfortable but when he came, immediately I felt his seed flooding my guts and I knew the condom had broken but I was so horny that I didn’t realize what that really meant. A while later when we were catching our breaths back, I realized what the consequences of our acts would be but I could just smile looking at how happy my husband looked when he figured we had just ordered a new batch of kids. It’s been barely 2 months since then and here I am pregnant for a fourth time, carrying who knows how many babies.
I worked out really hard to get my fit body back after the first to pregnancies, as much as I could; but now I see it changing again faster than ever. My husband is extremely excited and super horny all the time, specially because he can fuck me without fear for another pregnancy. All our kids seem to be happy about the new babies too, though some of them get jealous some times when we talk about their little brothers. I’m happy, I won’t deny it, but I’m kinda worried too because I’m already this big and this is just starting, 7 more months to grow are a lot. The next few months will be really interesting, I wanna see how big I’ll get and I think is time to stop testing how fertile I am… right?
It’s such a mind-fuck, seeing Rod’s dad — Mr.Smith — all big and pregnant. That man’s been like a second father to me, pretty much my whole life. I mean, I still remember the days when he’d pick me up from elementary school, and drop me off at my house. He watched me grow up.
All these years of me being best friends with his son, hanging around at their house… and, after the better part of a decade, I never would’ve thought that I’d ever see Mr.Smith pregnant.
Seems like just yesterday when he caught me sneaking back into Rod’s bedroom, after I’d given myself that pre-performance pep talk in the guest bathroom. It was the middle of the night, and Rod and I thought that everyone in the house was asleep. That’s what we were counting on.
His older sister had finally turned off her Bluetooth speaker, his parents were in their room, and his brother was away for the night. Everyone was where they needed to be, and Rod and I were about to… you know… do what all guy friends do, at some point or another. We assumed that we were in the clear — ready to try things out, for the very first time — but we were so wrong.
Little did I know that his dad was coming down the hall, on the way to take his mid-night pee. The one time that Me.Smith ever spotted me in the hallway at night — looking shady in my plaid underpants — and I was fully erect, holding a long sleeve of condoms in my hands. That was just my luck.
I still remember the look in his eyes when he dragged me by my ear into the den, and accused me of having ill intentions with with Rod. His pupils were almost glowing with anger as he whisper-scolded me. Rod’s dad told me that it was normal for guys our age to explore each other’s bodies, and that, whatever I was planning on doing to his son, I was going to have to do it to him first… without using a condom.
I don’t think I’ve never been more afraid in my life, than I was then. There I was, bending Mr.Smith over the back of the couch, and pushing his filthy tightly-whitey’s down to his thighs, all while trying avoid making too much noise. I guess he thought that it’d teach me a lesson… that topping him would get my dick to shrivel up and become a limp, useless flap of meat… but, he couldn’t have been more wrong. I mean, it was weird, dominating the only man in my life — other than my father — who’d ever taken me out for ice cream after my little league baseball games… but I was too scared to question how I felt about it.
Seeing the state of Mr.Smith now, I don’t know what’s worse — the fact that Rod’s about to have an unwanted sibling soon, after being the youngest child for eighteen years… or the fact that we’re dating now, and he has no clue that I’m the one who got his dad knocked up in the first place. Hopefully, the baby doesn’t look too much like me.
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