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Crowning

Cusco, Peru

Alejandro, a 31-year-old Quechua indigenous man, squats on a wool blanket in a traditional Andean home. His sun-bronzed belly quivers with effort. The baby’s head is crowning, dark wet hair visible. Supported by his partner and a traditional midwife, he pushes with focused primal cries in Quechua. Mountain air and the scent of coca leaves fill the room as the widest part stretches him.

(1 more day 🎉)

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Pushing Begins

Mumbai, India

Rahul, a 30-year-old Gujarati software engineer, is on all fours on a traditional birthing mat in his family home. His caramel-skinned belly is huge and low. With every powerful contraction he bears down hard, grunting loudly. Incense burns and aunties sing bhajans as sweat streams down his face and chest. He feels the baby’s head beginning to move through the birth canal.

(2 more days 🎉)

Story of pregnant Thai military officers got pregnant and gives birth 🥰🫃🏽🫃🏽🫃🏽

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Belly rubbing session and love 😊😉🥰😍

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Bout to pop

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More of the ranch hand.....

Let me know if y'all like this type of format. Let me know in the comments below. Also DMS are always open too and I plan to look into doing a possible RP surrounding this amazing character.

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Nice my mpreg friend 🥰

Pregnant man feels discomfort while sleeping 🥲🫃🏽🫃🏽

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Pregnant dive into swimming pool while being pregnant 😁😁🫃🏽🫃🏽

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Pregnant mechanic telling about his pregnancy growth 🫃🏽😇

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Pregnant mechanic repairing car while being pregnant heavily 🫃🏽🥲

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Friends of pregnant man fighting over parental rights of baby with each other 🫃🏽😂

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High Voltage and Heavy Load

Jake Harlan had always been the toughest lineman on the crew. At 6’4” and built like a steel tower himself—broad shoulders, thick arms corded with muscle from years of climbing poles and hauling gear—he was the guy who never backed down from a storm, a blown transformer, or a double shift in the blistering Tennessee heat. But now, at eight and a half months pregnant, even Jake was starting to feel the weight of the job in a whole new way.

His belly had grown enormous, a taut, rounded dome that stretched his high-visibility work shirt to its limits. The fabric clung to the heavy, firm curve of his pregnancy, the buttons straining with every movement. His once-chiseled abs were long gone, replaced by this powerful, life-carrying swell that swayed heavily as he walked. Despite the obvious strain, his arms and chest remained ripped, veins popping as he gripped tools or steadied himself on a utility pole. Coworkers joked he looked like a superhero who’d swallowed a wrecking ball.

“Jake, man, you gotta go on leave,” said Ramirez, wiping sweat from his brow as they loaded equipment onto the truck that sweltering morning. “You’re about to pop. This ain’t safe.”

Jake grunted, hoisting a heavy coil of cable onto his shoulder with a flex of his biceps, his massive pregnant belly pressing forward as he balanced the load. “I’m fine. Baby’s not due for another few weeks. I’ve worked through worse.”

The crew exchanged glances. They’d been telling him for months to take it easy—ever since his belly first started rounding out noticeably under his uniform. But Jake was stubborn. This was his crew, his lines, his responsibility. He wasn’t about to sit at home while storms rolled through and outages hit the grid.

By midday, they were up on a rural stretch of highway, replacing damaged poles after last week’s windstorm. Jake was in the bucket truck, harnessed in, his huge belly resting heavily against the controls as he reached for the crossarm. Sweat soaked through his shirt, making the fabric cling transparently to the swollen, sensitive skin of his abdomen. Every shift of his hips sent the heavy weight of his pregnancy swaying, and he could feel the baby kicking hard—strong, insistent thumps that made his belly visibly jump and tighten.

“Harlan! Get your ass down here!” yelled the foreman from the ground. “You’re moving like you’re carrying twins and a damn engine block. We got this.”

Jake chuckled low, adjusting his hard hat as another contraction-like Braxton Hicks rippled across his taut midsection. He ignored it, muscles flexing as he secured the new insulator. “Told you, I’m good. This kid’s gonna come out knowing how to splice wire.”

The afternoon wore on with the relentless Southern sun beating down. Jake’s back ached from the extra weight, his lower belly hanging heavy and low, but he powered through, climbing, lifting, and directing the crew with the same commanding presence he’d always had. His coworkers kept shooting him worried looks—especially when he had to pause, one hand cradling the underside of his enormous pregnant gut, breathing through a particularly strong tightening.

During a water break, the youngest guy on the team, a lanky kid named Tyler, finally spoke up. “Dude, you’re a beast, but seriously… look at you. That belly’s bigger than the spare tire on the truck. What if something happens up there?”

Jake leaned against the truck, his muscular arms crossed over the top of his protruding belly, which jutted out proudly between them. He took a long drink, then smirked. “What’s gonna happen? I’ve hauled transformers heavier than this kid. Besides—” he patted the firm, rounded surface with a calloused hand, feeling another strong kick “—this little guy keeps me motivated. Teaches me endurance.”

As the day drew to a close, the crew wrapped up the repairs just as thunder rumbled in the distance. Jake climbed down from the bucket one last time, his movements slower now, the heavy sway of his pregnancy making each step deliberate. His shirt had ridden up, exposing a wide strip of stretched, shiny skin over the lowest curve of his belly. He tugged it down, but it barely covered anymore.

The foreman clapped him on the shoulder—carefully, avoiding the massive dome. “Jake, I’m putting you on light duty tomorrow. Or better yet, leave. Doctor’s orders or not, you’re pushing it.”

Jake straightened up, his ruggedly handsome face breaking into a tired but defiant grin, sweat glistening on his stubbled jaw. “We’ll see. As long as there’s power to keep on, I’ll be here. This baby and I—we finish what we start.”

He waddled slightly toward the truck, one hand supporting the heavy underside of his belly, the other flexing with residual strength from the day’s work. The crew watched him go, shaking their heads in a mix of awe and concern. Jake Harlan wasn’t just a lineman—he was a force of nature, pregnant or not. And in the end, the lines would stay lit, the storm would pass, and Jake would keep standing tall, belly and all, until the job was done… or until nature finally decided it was time to bring in the next generation.

The crew knew one thing for sure: when Jake Harlan finally went on leave, it wouldn’t be because he gave up. It would be because he’d already given everything he had.