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– Request 211.4 : A group of heavily pregnant teen boys (18-19) having a stereotypical sleepover (pillow fights, skimpy pyjamas, seven minutes in heaven, the whole deal). Just super fluffy, cute and totally casual, like being pregnant isn’t a big deal at all. All the boys compare the sizes of their bellies, feel for kicks and discuss how much they love being hugely pregnant. Maybe one of the boys isn’t pregnant and feels left out, but that gets fixed after a sexy game of truth-or-dare.–
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I looked around the room, still a bit shy even after getting to know these guys so well.
My gaze flicked towards the shorter, blond boy wearing tiny lacy blue boxers, barely visible under his huge belly. Cody, the host of the sleepover, and I were friends since elementary school, but where I was always shy, he had always been a social butterfly and hung out with the popular crowd. He had gotten knocked up by his boyfriend, the football captain, just after graduation. I could tell his and Cody’s babies would be massive…
I looked across the bedroom at two mischievously smiling brunette boys sitting at the foot of Cody’s bed, each with a small bump of their own showing under their matching silky night shirts. They were the Paulsen twins, Simon and Shawn. They lived together all their lives and were practically inseparable. They each wanted to have kids of their own, but couldn’t bear the thought of living separate lives, so each of them got donor sperm and got pregnant together. They had been the ones to initiate all the games tonight (the pillow fight was fun, but it quickly wore Cody out, burdened as he was with who-knows-how many goliaths in his tummy.) I saw Simon whisper something into Shawn’s ear, which made the younger twin giggle and smirk impishly. What were they planning…?
Lastly there was Dustin. I think Cody knew I had a massive crush on him and that’s why he was invited. Dustin with the long black hair and warm brown eyes, was charming and strong, a farm kid through and through. He was the oldest as well as the furthest along of the pregnant guys (which was, um… everyone but me), 7 months. His ex had gotten him pregnant then skipped town. Dustin had gotten over him a while ago, and is still excited to have a child; though, he confided earlier tonight, he wished he had someone to share the moment with. Every time I looked at him, Dustin had one hand on the swell of his belly, heavy over his plaid pajama shorts, feeling it with a lazy smile on his face. He was beautiful.
Shawn held up a hand, “Attention, everyone! My lovely brother just had an idea for a new game!” He announced happily.
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