Mpreg Brothel
Hello! This is my third time submitting a story so I figured it's time I share a name for myself. You can call me Salty. I'm the author of "The Heir" as well as "The Stable Boy". I also have a blog under the name of Swollenpregnantbellies.
Anywho, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Mpreg brothel. Imagine you're a client visiting the brothel for the first time. Dozens of men in various stages of pregnancy are there for you and others to enjoy. You take a particular liking to the newbie: eighteen, shy, naive, and freshly pregnant with his first. You visit over and over again to view his progress. He's embarrassed by your attention, but does not refuse, letting you touch and fuck him. You pay premium to be there for his first, extremely difficult labor, which the brothel is sure to make a show of for you.
The Brooding Fox.
A high end brothel with a very special set of workers for special clientele. It was named that way not because it was dark or dour, no. It got it's name because of what happens to the prostitutes. Named as such because the male prostitutes are fertile and bred quite well. Every single one of them are required to get pregnant within the first few weeks of starting, else they are fired. At least, that was the word on the street.
The first time you went to the Brooding Fox you weren't certain what to expect. However, you were pleasantly surprised by what you found.
A friend had brought you the first time and it was quite the experience. The instant you walked past the threshold you were met with the beautiful sight of dozens of young men all in varying stages of pregnancy. Some had small bellies in their earlier months while others had ripe bellies, rounded and taught. Then there were the ones who looked like they could pop at any minute.
You were shown around and told about the different workers, their prices, and what they offered. The first time you found yourself spending time with a young man around five months pregnant. His belly was wonderful to caress and feel the growing roundness of it.
You discovered very quickly how much you liked feeling his belly as you entered him. It was incredible how hard just looking at all of their swollen bellies made you.
After the first night you went back for more at least once a week, sometimes more than that.
You couldn't get enough of rubbing their growing tummies, feeling the babies squirm around inside their wombs and fucking them until both of you collapsed bonelessly into the bedding. You thought it couldn't get any better than that.
Until one day, it did.
You were about to request one of your regulars when you saw him: a young man, no older than eighteen, sitting off in the corner by himself. At first you thought he might be a client, until the head mistress spoke to him and he very timidly went to attend to an actual client.
That was when you made the connection: he was fresh.
You inquired with the head mistress about him and was told that he was, in fact, eighteen years old and pregnant off the streets. He had just been hired.
You could barely keep your erection in your pants as you watched him from across the open room. He was petite, lithe; practically skin and bones, with a bit of meat on them. You could already imagine his belly outgrowing him within just the first few months. He would be nothing but belly around month four, you wagered.
About half and hour later you found yourself alone in one of the room with the young man. Whilst he still had his clothes on there wasn't a noticeable bump just yet, but that would soon change. You decide to strike up a conversation with the young man.
"So, you're new?" You ask.
He nods wordlessly.
"Is today your first day?"
He shakes his head. "Yesterday was." His voice is meek and has a lovely tenor pitch to it. You think it will sound angelic when he moans.
"And you've already been bred, I hear?"
He looks up, surprised as his face turns red. "Oh. I--um. I'm not sure."
"Oh?" You say.
He doesn't offer a reply.
"Well, isn't it required to be pregnant within the first few weeks of working here or else you get kicked out?" You prompt.
He nods, again giving no verbal answer.
"Well then, how about we make sure that you're nice a bred, shall we? We wouldn't want you getting thrown back out onto the streets now would we?"
"I--um--well," He stammered adorably.
"Excellent," You purr, scooting closer to the boy. You've already snuck your hand underneath his shirt and have begun inching it up his torso. His skin is wonderfully supple and creamy, perfect for bearing a brood.
If he wasn't pregnant already you were definitely going to make certain he was after tonight.
He made no protest when his shirt was taken off, nor when his pants and undergarments were undone and cast aside. He now stood before you in naked glory, showing you everything he had and it was stunning.
His skin was immaculate and his little cock was so cute you couldn't help but oogle it for a few moments. However, what caught your eye was not his lovely neck or chest, but in fact the little belly that just barely jutted out. It wasn't much but if one was looking for it, which you were, it was obvious: he had been bred and from the looks of it quite well.
He couldn't have been more than a few months along, but it was enough that his belly was bloated and at the stage right before becoming rounded. You could hardly contain your erection. So you didn't.
Your cock rose excitedly and sprung forth the instant you freed it from your own pants. You stepped towards the boy and instantly felt all over his body, but specifically his little belly. You savored the feeling because you knew it wouldn't be little for much longer.
"Now, where were we?"
You caressed every part of him and loved how he melted under you touch. Especially how he would let out the tiniest little sounds when you touched his lower tummy. Oh how you ate that up and knew it would only get better as his belly grew.
"Now, you said you're not sure if you got knocked up before coming here?" You asked, rubbing his lower belly again.
He managed a breathless nod.
You were both still upright, something that you wanted to amend soon. "Is that so? Would you like to make sure then?" You murmur in his ear.
He lets out a quiet whimper but nods his head once more.
You don't waste another second. You slide a finger inside his hole. It goes in rather easily and so you add in another.
He gasps in delight as you move your fingers deftly inside of him. His wetness becomes quite evident, as does his enjoyment of what you're doing because his little cock rises to the occasion, leaking just a bit of precum.
Your cock has already been weeping for the last several minutes, but you've held off because you want to save it for him.
You insert a third finger and he is practically bouncing on your hand, gyrating his hips to stimulate more movement.
"My my. Eager aren't we?"
Breaths start to quicken and you can't wait any longer. You pull your fingers out and in the same motion replace them with your cock. He takes you so beautifully and the sound he makes when you do it nothing short of angelic, just as you'd hoped.
You start thrusting with vigor, holding him in place with one hand across his chest and the other placed low on his belly. You can feel your length going deep inside, pushing into his entrance and kissing his cervix. It isn't long before you are both a panting mess, nearing completion. As warmth builds inside you, your thrusts become desperate. You chase that ecstasy and by the gods you finally catch it.
You both cum with heavy moans and you unload every last drop of your seed inside his fertile womb. He slumps against you, enervated from your coupling. You are still holding his little belly as you let the last bit of cum empty inside him. You imagine that it is enough to make his belly more bloated than it already is.
"Now there's no possible way you aren't pregnant now, boy, is there?"
He shakes his head in embarrassment.
You look forward to your weekly visit even more now. So much so that your weekly visits turn into nearly every other day visits.
Weeks of going to the Brooding Fox go by and every night you find yourself spending it with the newcomer. You absolutely relish watching his little tummy swell with life, becoming rounder with each passing week. You love how embarrassed he is by his condition. How much his belly is growing and how large it seems for being only four months pregnant.
He isn't wrong, though. He is only four months along but looks closer to six. You suspect that whomever bred his fertile womb did such a good job that they put at least two babies in his belly. And you couldn't wait to see how big he would get.
The next night you see him he is nearly five months along and his belly has grown beautifully. It has become the most lovely swell you've ever laid eyes on. His hips have started to widen just enough that he'll be able to give birth naturally and his breasts have turned from barely there to nice, little buds on his chest.
When you he finally sits down beside you your hands immediately go to his belly, caressing and rubbing the swollen roundness. You focus your ministrations low, which elicit the most exquisite sounds from him.
"You like being touched like this don't you?" You croon, continuing to rub his firm swell. "You like knowing your womb has been bred so nicely and you're growing more with every day?"
He nods, already breathless and melting in your arms.
"You want me to fill your belly even more?" You ask.
This has become a recurring conversation between the two of you, usually at the beginning of your sessions. But without fail it does wonders for both of you and often leads to him being bent over and with your cock buried inside him, shooting ropes of cum into his already occupied, but very fertile womb.
Just before you finish, you lean in and whisper: "Once you push this one out I'll make sure your belly is filled with my babies next."
Without fail that phrase brings both of you to the edge. It's quite obvious that despite his embarrassment, the boy rather enjoys having his belly filled to the brim and swollen with babies.
"I'll make sure to put at least three babies in that tummy of yours when the time comes." You add after cumming buckets inside him. Just saying it is often enough to bring your member to full hardness and make the poor boy wet all over again.
Two more months of this pass and he is absolutely glowing. His belly has started to turn into a nice teardrop shape, hanging low on his small frame. His hips have only slightly widened in the past few weeks which only serves to accentuate his gravid, rounded middle. You love rubbing his belly even more now that it's so tight and swollen, yet somehow larger each time you see it. He seems to love it just as much, you caressing his overtaxed and growing tummy.
When he sits now his belly spills into his lap, covering nearly half of it. Your length grows hard thinking about how much larger he will get in the final weeks of his pregnancy.
As time grows near for the birth, you go to the head mistress with a request. You wanted to watch the birth and were willing to pay extra to see it. Naturally, she agreed, seeing no issue in this, especially if you were willing to pay an additional fee up front.
Then, soon enough, the time came.
It miraculously happened during one of your fuck sessions with him, pounding him from behind, holding his incredibly swollen belly and filling him entirely. However when you pulled out, there was a gush of fluid that came with you and a groan from the boy, who clutched at his poor tummy.
"I suppose it's time for the little ones to join the world." You smile with a dark grin as the boy's face scrunches in pain with a contraction.
Several hours pass with his belly tightening and his face contorting in agony as he prepares to push. You rub his overtaxed tummy in a soothing manner, speaking in soft tones to him.
"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." You say, though secretly hoping it takes much longer. You don't want this to go too quickly. You wanted to savor every moment of this. After all, it would be at least a few weeks before you'd be able to pump him full of cum and breed that little belly of his again.
He cries out in pain, pushing with all his might many times over before one of the midwives announces the head is out. Once this happens you've been asked to move to the side, which you oblige. At this point your cock is at near full mast in your trousers and needs attention immediately.
As the boy bears down with another contraction, you reach inside and begin stroking your length slowly, not wanting to cum too quickly. However this proves difficult at you watch his belly tighten again, the skin rippling across as he pushes hard one last time and the room is suddenly filled with a shrill cry of new lungs.
"It's a boy." The midwife says. "We will clean him off while you rest. There is still another in there!" She says with urgency.
"Wait...another?" The exhausted you man says with defeat. You spurt cum in your pants hearing that your theory was right. He really was meant to be bred if he was having twins on the first go.
"Yes, another. Be ready to push again soon."
As the boy slumps bonelessly against the cushion, your cock is already twitching, eager for the next babe to be pushed out.
Before long the young man is breathlessly pushing, his entrance straining against the babe's head.
"I think--" He pants. "I think it's stuck!"
"I know, I know. But you must keep pushing!" The midwife urges. Your length is hard as a rock in your hand again and you stroke it excitedly, hearing that the second baby seems to be larger than the first. It wasn't surprising given how round his belly had been since the beginning.
"That's it, keep pushing! Another!"
He screamed, echoing down the corridors and into the night air. With one last push the head popped out, leaving him enervated on the floor.
"I need to change positions." He says breathlessly, before shifting to his hands and knees.
You could hardly believe your eyes and neither could your cock. He was now bent into the position in which you consistently fucked him raw. It was almost too good to be true, yet there he was; pushing out a second baby like an animal in heat. Your cock leaked precum all over your hand, but you held out just a bit longer.
He grunted and groaned loudly as he bore down again, pushing with all his strength. You pumped up and down your shaft, grunting and groaning in your own way, just much more quietly. His belly tightened and he screamed, then suddenly the second baby was out and you were cumming for the second time in almost as many minutes.
"It's a girl!" Said the midwife, before taking the baby away to be cleaned.
You relax against the wall, watching as your favorite conquest collapses to the floor, entirely spent and practically asleep. You decide it is time to take your leave.
You clean yourself up and before stepping out you go over to the barely conscious young man and say just loud enough for only him to hear: "I'll be back in a few weeks to fill that belly of yours all over again. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're never out of a job while you're here."
He gives the barest of mumbled responses as you step away and disappear into the night.
Six weeks later, true to your word, you are pounding him from behind for the fifth time that night. His little belly round and filled to the brim with your seed. You just know it's already taking root in his fertile womb. It wouldn't be long before his tummy began to swell with young and this time, it would be you that claimed his womb.
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