a guy in his early 20s going for just a regular medical checkup in a new town, but his doctor (a futa) turns out to be an insatiable birth fetishist. She impregnates him with her ultra-potent seed, and he undergoes a rapid pregnancy and gives birth anally to large multiples in her set up birthing suite, as she coaches him and checks his progress just like any doctor would at a regular birth, though she’s clearly enjoying herself. Bonus points if she examines him with medical gloves on.
(Part 1 of 2)
Henry was new to town - a nondescript but pleasant place. Just like any other mid-sized city. He was newly graduated from a four-year program at a respectable school and was settling nicely into his apartment. Soon he’d be able to go visit his parents for the weekend and bring his dog back with him. The days were flying by - he loved his new job, and he was almost completely unpacked. He couldn’t believe how well it was going. There were always the incidentals, of course. Little did he know how large this “incidental detail” would end up becoming.
Dean, the head manager of the hospital supply company, waved Henry into his office before he left on Thursday.
“How are you settling in?” Dean smiled. He was an attractive middle-aged man, with close-cropped graying hair and a trim figure he kept toned with diet and exercise. Dean was someone people found themselves naturally wanting to please. Henry was no different. Even if he wasn’t having a wonderful time, he would have lied in an instant.
a guy in his early 20s going for just a regular medical checkup in a new town, but his doctor (a futa) turns out to be an insatiable birth fetishist. She impregnates him with her ultra-potent seed, and he undergoes a rapid pregnancy and gives birth anally to large multiples in her set up birthing suite, as she coaches him and checks his progress just like any doctor would at a regular birth, though she’s clearly enjoying herself. Bonus points if she examines him with medical gloves on.
(Part Two of Two)
Henry felt queasy as Dr. Tallis dragged him through the door he’d seen earlier. Why weren’t his feet listening to him? It was like they were doing only what his ears heard, not was his mind said, and all his ears could hear was Dr. Tallis’s voice, hoary with sex. It led, not to a lab, but to what looked like another exam room. Only this one was dark, except for the surgical lamps highlighting a much fancier bed, with stirrups and straps and - restraints? The smell of antiseptic hand foam pervaded everything.
He felt bile rise in his throat, and it burned his mouth as it splashed on the floor. Dr. Tallis looked him over.
“Right on track,” she said to herself. Right on track? Right on track for what!? She deposited him on the bed, which had no sheets, and went to a sink to wash her hands. Henry blinked up into the bright lights, took in the machines which beeped softly. An EKG, an ultrasound machine? A fetal heart rate monitor? It was easy to recognize them - they were available in his company’s catalogue.
“How much further?” Tracy whined, folding his arms over his chest.
“You sure do whine a lot for an ‘adventurer’,” Clara snorted.
“This is /walking/, not adventuring.”
“All part of the job, isn’t it?” The centaur flicked her tail, glancing at her human companion. Tracy was sweet, but he could be a world class whiner when he wanted to be. They were heading through the woods to the next town, hoping to find a place they could stay for a while. It wouldn’t be long before traveling would be out of the question.
“Can’t I ride on you?” Tracy plead. “Just for a little while?”
Clara stopped, shifting her weight on her large hooves. Before, she would have pulled him onto her back without a second thought. But now…She snorted and laughed.
“You’re complaining about walking, but /I’m/ the one carrying around 100 extra pounds of baby weight.”
“But Claraaa.” She braced herself, knowing he was going to pull the cute act. “You’re so big and strong! You told me I don’t weigh anything to you!”
“Tracy..”
“Just for a little ways!” he persisted. “Then-”
“Then you can carry me for a while.” She laughed at his stunned reaction for a moment.
Rolling her eyes, she knelt down, tucking one front leg under her and stretching the other out. Tracy let out a happy noise, swinging up onto her back. Standing, the centaur started off again. She was much more aware of the sway of her belly with him on her back, her weight shifting more noticeably with him there.
It didn’t take long before Tracy stretched himself out on her broad back. He stroked his hands over her sides, feeling the immense roundness of her.
“Baby’s getting big, huh?” He said. She could head the smile in his voice as he rubbed his cheek against her warm fur.
“Yeah. Not gonna be too much longer, I think.” His stroking hands over her sides was soothing, though their foal reacted rather noticeably. Her breath hitched as the foal kicked, causing her belly to sway a bit more.
“Hey settle down in there,” Tracy said, prodding at her stomach.
“Don’t think they’re listening.” Clara chuckled warmly as Tracy stroked her sides more firmly. “The baby’s just eager to come out and be an annoyance to you instead of me for a while.”
“Hey, once they’re born, I’ll let you get all the beauty rest you need.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“What, I’m a hero!” Tracy sounded indignant. “I always keep my word!”
“I know.” Clara reached back to ruffle his hair. “That’s why we got into this in the first place. You promised to “rock my world”, and well..here we are.”
They both laughed, Tracy sitting up to settle into a more proper “riding” position with his arms loosely around her waist.
“You’re buying dinner when we get to town,” Clara said.
“Deal.”
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My contribution to the cries for fluff. Short writing exercise to keep me in practice. Hope yall like it.
The pain of contractions slowly grows over the course of the day. Things progress slowly, and despite the pain of it, you sort of relish the knowledge that your baby is moving closer and closer to being in your arms. You and your demon pace circles in the apartment, even going as far to make a couple circuits of a park not far from your home.
As the day wears on, he lets his human form melt away to his full demon form. It’s been months since you saw him this way, and it leaves you in awe for a moment. He smiles and purrs, rubbing his big warm hands over your body.
“I want our child to see their father as he truly is,” he says. His voice has that other worldly echo to it again. “Besides..I miss being myself.”
“I like you like this, too.” You stroke his face, and he purrs. You let your fingers trace the markings on his skin, enjoying the sound of his purring growls. He presses closer to you, edging you back toward the bed.
“Hm..you know, your water hasn’t broken yet, has it?” he asks. You feel a rush of arousal as you shake your head. He smiles, easily lifting you and laying you on the bed. “I know of an easy way to fix that.”
You lay backward as he gently tugs your clothes off. His fingers trace up your thighs and reach between them, teasing across your hole. A loud cry of pleasure leaves you as his fingers press to your hole. Your body is already readying itself to give birth, your hole relaxing steadily. His fingers spread you easily, pushing and probing deep inside you.
“Your body is so ready,” he purrs. “Your hole is already relaxing.” He spreads his fingers wide, working them in an out of you. “And you’re so wet..”
He stands and settles himself between your legs. Both hands smooth over your firm belly, purring as he feels another contraction make the muscles tense and flex under his touch. He purrs and leans down to press his lips to your popped out belly button, and you moan as his tongue flicks across it.
“Let’s see if we can’t hurry junior along.”
With that, he guides the head of his cock to nuzzle against your hole, spreading you slowly around it. You groan and squirm, trapped by the weight of your own belly and the gentle grasp of his hands on your hips. You know you’re in good hands, though.
Inch by inch his massive cock spreads your hole. The shaft pushes deeper and deeper, and you gasp and grip the bed at how impossibly full you feel. He barely waits before starting to move, thrusting in and out of you. You cry out his name as his hand comes to grip and stroke your cock. He purrs how beautiful you are to him, how he can’t wait to watch you birth his child. He purrs that he hasn’t witnessed the actual birth of one of his children in centuries as he strokes your belly.
His hips speed up and you grip his arms as he slams into you. The bed shakes beneath you, and you hear his clawed feet scrape the floor as he searches for purchase on it. Your demon is beautiful, incredible, and you want nothing more than to stay just like this with him.
Suddenly you arch and cry out, pleasure and pain wracking your body until your vision goes white and the world seems to stop a moment. Your demon groans and shudders, pulling out of you once the contraction passes. Once his cock leaves your hole, a rush of thick liquid follows. The next contraction makes you wail in pain.
“Your water’s broken,” he says, once more caressing your stomach.
He helps you up onto your knees, guiding you to sit on your folded legs. You can feel the baby moving now, pressing down against the spread entrance of your womb. You pant and groan, gritting your teeth as your body tenses and tightens. The baby feels so big, the head pushing you wider than even your lover’s cock has
The demon stays with you, hands touching and caressing always. He guides you to move your hips, easing the baby downward. Soon you start to feel pressure against your hole. You feel it starting to bulge outward, and your body demands you push with the bulging. You gasp and pant, bearing down as best you can. The baby’s head makes minute progress, most of which is lost when you relax.
You feel his fingers against your hole, carefully tugging and stretching you. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he kisses at your ear.
“Forgive me,” he purrs. “It seems our child will be born with budded horns.”
You shift and suddenly become aware of two specific points of pressure against your insides. He purrs and rubs his hands over your belly, encouraging you to push. He echos your breathing, kissing at your ear between contractions. You push, and you feel the baby’s head move lower, the rest of its body settled inline to come out. Your hole stretches more and more as your child begins to crown.
The pain is almost constant, and it almost feels like you can barely keep yourself together. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be able to do this.
That’s when the thought comes back to you: What will happen once the baby’s born? Will he leave? Will he take the baby if he does? You swear your heart might stop from fear alone.
Shifting, you grip the sheets and pant roughly. You do anything but push. Your belly tenses almost visibly, trying to force the baby lower. You cry out through gritted teeth, hands shaking as you feel the baby’s head creep out just a hair further. Gulping for air, you wrap an arm around your belly, fingertips pressed into your skin.
“What’s the matter?” Your demon strokes your arm, careful and soothing.
“I-I’m not ready,” you sob through the pain. Your voice wavers even as you try to remain steady.
“But dearest, it’s time.” You feel his fingers gently rub your spread hole, making you whine and shudder.
“I don’t…I don’t want to.”
He moves to look at you, taking your chin in his hand. The look on his face is confused and concerned, his impossibly beautiful eyes filled with worry for you.
“What do you mean?” he asks. “I thought you wanted this more than anything..”
“I don’t want to lose you!” you blurt out. “I-If I give birth..You’ll leave.”
He blinks…then laughs warmly. He embraces you, and you cling to him tightly.
“I’m not going anywhere, dearest,” he says. “I have every intention of seeding you again, once this child has made space for the next.” He ruts his hips forward, grinding his still hard cock against your tensing belly. “I am not ready to leave you. Besides, you are so lovely with your belly full of my child.”
You kiss him clumsily, tears pouring down your cheeks. He holds you and kisses back, big warm hands rubbing down your back.
“Now, push, dearest.” He kisses your cheek, helping you reposition into a better squat. “I’m eager to meet our child.”
You settle, then push with all your strength. You grunt and gulp a breath as you feel the baby’s head quickly spread your hole. Your nails dig into his arms as you bear down. A sudden cry leaves you as the baby crowns and half of its head slides out. You feel the tiny nub horns catch against your spread hole as they pass.
“That’s it!” Your demon strokes your thigh with one hand. “Again!”
You grunt and grip his arm tighter as you push. You almost scream when you feel the rest of the baby’s head pop free. He takes your hand and guides it between your thighs to cup around your baby’s head. You feel soft, wet hair and two tiny bumps on its forehead.
“You’re almost there,” your demon purrs, nuzzling your cheek. His hand joins yours, his other arm helping to keep you steady.
You push with the next contraction, feeling the baby’s body slowly rotate. The shoulders are pressed to your hole, and it takes a moment for them to line up properly.
“One more push,” he breathes against your ear.
You gather the last of your strength, draw a breath, and push for all you’re worth. The baby shifts, and you cry out as an arm pops free and bats against your hand. With another hard push and a rush of fluids, your baby slides out into yours and your demon’s hands. Your body tries to go limp, but he catches you easily and lays you back on the bed.
“A boy,” your demon purrs. “We have a son.”
The two of you guide the baby to rest against your chest. He turns the baby onto his back, leaning over him and covering his tiny mouth and nose with his own. There’s something satisfying on a primal level in watching the father of your baby suck the fluids from the baby’s nose and mouth. Little limbs flail as the demon lifts his head and spits to the side.
The sound of your baby’s cry is sweet music to your ears.
“There we are little one,” he purrs. You wrap your arms around your child, joyful tears clouding your vision. Your demon brushes his fingers over your chest, and you feel the now familiar warm shiver of his magic. His hand guides the baby to your nipple, and you feel yourself redden.
“But I..” you protest.
“Shhh..”
He rubs the baby’s back slowly, soothing his squirming. He whines and whimpers, and you feel your nipples suddenly harden. A white dribble beads down from the taught skin, and you stare at your demon lover in amazement as your baby latches on and suckles.
“When will you learn not to doubt my magic?” he says with a smile. He rubs your deflated belly, gently pushing downward. “Now…one last push.”
You barely think as you push with his guidance, feeling the thick mass of afterbirth slide out of you. You shudder and lay back, feeling completely exhausted.
Then your lover’s massive cock is inside you, pushing all the way into your womb.
You cry out as he settles his arm along side yours, ensuring the baby won’t fall.
“I have no other way to remain,” he pants. His hips move swiftly, and you feel his cock pushing through your cervix and see the head press up against your belly. “I don’t have long.”
He presses his free hand to your belly, and you feel the stir of his power again. You shudder and moan, your exhausted body longing to react to his. His hips move swiftly as he weaves words of power. Finally the thrusts fully into you as he comes, pouring his seed into you. Your belly readily swells with the rush of his come. It’s almost funny to you how small it seems by comparison now, barely as large as you were in your third month.
Panting, he rocks his hips slowly against you as his orgasm ebbs. You feel him throb, feel the twitch of his thick shaft against the walls of your womb and cervix, feel his balls tighten to force his seed into you.
“There,” he purrs, very slowly drawing out of you. He caresses you swollen belly, leaning close to nuzzle at you. “Now I have almost a year to seek a more permanent solution.”
He moves to lay beside you, gently guiding your slowly blinking son to rest between you both. You relax, letting your exhausted muscles slowly unbunch and melt into a euphoric state of relaxation.
“I will never leave you,” your demon purrs. He touches your cheek as you gaze at him. “…I love you.”
You wake up in a dungeon, butt naked and arms chained above your head to the wall. Yanking on them quickly proved to be pointless, as did trying to wiggle out of them. A demon soon entered the dark room, making your eyes widen at the sight of his massive hard cock.
“N-No that’s not going to fit!”
But he seemed to ignore you as he spread your legs apart and rubbed against your asshole before slowly sliding in. It seemed that they had lubed you up generously beforehand, but the new sensation still made you whimper as he slid every inch inside of you. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt in the slightest, making your own cock spring to life while moaning and staring down at the obvious bulge in your stomach that was no doubt the monster’s cock.
You wanted to be a father. Ever since late highschool and through college you thought of the idea of being a Dad. Having a miniature you to teach about the world, play games with, someone to protect and care for. Your sister had children of her own already, she often joked that you were practising to be a Dad with them. In your mind, you were a good uncle to your nieces and nephew. But you still wanted children of your own someday.
During college you had met a girl you thought for sure you would spend your life with. A stable family home that you could provide for, the patter of little feet, you looked forward to it. Your girlfriend was over eager and rough in bed, the condom must have broken and she became pregnant. You were overjoyed but your joy was shattered at the birth. When the baby was born, it was very clear there was no genetic connection between you and the child.
Hiya! This is for the 4th request in #96: “Request for a story where a guy and his friend find an object that changes the guys penis into a vagina. Than his well endowed best friend is so turned on he wants to get him pregnant.”
This is my first time ever writing anything like this. You said that there needs to be pregnancy at some point so I hope this is enough!
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*Late Evening*
Luca, my only housemate and best friend, frowned as he inspected the tatty chain necklace in his hands.
“Well, you bought it,” I said, “So you might as well wear it.”
“I feel like it was a waste of money.” He sighed, walking into the bathroom to look in the mirror as he put it on.
“Nah. Besides, it looks good on you.” I continued, leaning on the doorframe outside.
“Yeah yeah. As if you have good taste.” He teased, turning to face me with a cheeky smile.
“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” Chuckling silently, I left, and did exactly that.
*Several Hours Later*
“James… J-James, wake up.”
I awoke to Luca violently shaking me, leaning over me in my bed, both of us shirtless. I opened my eyes slowly with a frown.
“It’s like 2am, what do you want?” I snapped. As I looked closer, I could tell that he was pretty distressed. “Are you okay?”
“This is going to sound stupid…” He turned the light on, grabbing the top of his briefs.
“Hold on, what are you doing?!” I panicked.
“Just hear me out. Something… weird has happened to me.” He mumbled, as I stood up and walked over to him. Swiftly he tugged his underwear down to reveal– Nothing…?
“What the fuck? Where’s…?”
As I stared down at where his member should’ve been, there was nothing to be found.
“It’s just gone?” I asked, both confused yet suddenly… turned on. It was just so crazy.
He shook his head, putting his hand between his legs. “Worse.” As he took it away, a weird clear fluid dripped from his fingertips.
“I must be dreaming…” I struggled to hide a devious grin. I bent down to get a closer look and, without hesitation, did as he did, rubbing my fingers against the lips of what seemed to be a cunt. He was soaking wet, and let out a small gasp.
“I can feel it.” He softly whispered.
I glanced up at him only to see him staring at me with a lust expression. It took my a moment to notice that he was also focused on the boner that was super obvious through my boxers.
I stood up and rubbed myself against him, rock hard.
All this? It was just too hot. I needed him. Now. Luca of all people, and now I had the opportunity to fuck him senseless? Yes, please.
The next thing I knew, I was on top of him on the bed, both naked. As I lined my huge dick up with his soaked pussy, I whispered in his ear: “I’m gonna fill you with my seed, Luca… You got that?”
Submissively, he nodded. Moaning as I pushed into him, followed by hard, deep thrusts. We went at it for at least an hour. I came inside of him multiple times. He was so tight, and so warm. I’d never felt better. By the time we were done, he was dripping out my cum. Of course, I just pushed it back in.
“I’m gonna be pregnant.” He moaned in my ear, kissing it a little. “With your baby. And it’s gonna grow inside me.”
“Damn right.”
—–*A few months later*—–
“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” I dropped my bags off as I walked in the front door from work.
“Hey, James.” Luca stood in front of me, holding onto his beautifully round belly, which easily looked like he was carrying twins, which he was. “I set up the rest of the play room today for the babies.”
I smiled, as I walked over to him and gently kissed his baby bump, stroking his dick through his clothes where it had returned to normal. “How about you put that necklace on again tonight, Luca?”
He quickly nodded, grinning as he stroked his distended stomach while they kicked around inside him and we walked off to spend the rest of the day together. Just Luca, the growing twins inside him, and I.
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Hope you enjoyed! I’ll write some more if any prompts/requests inspire me!
Imagine you are a man who enjoys long walks in the city
You like taking long walks around the city. It excites you to think that one day you could come across a shop or a park that you had never noticed before. One day as you are taking one such walk when you notice a strange little boutique that you could have sworn was not there yesterday.
With a smile, you walk into the shop, idly looking around at the many dusty bottles that lined the shelves. A strange lilac bottle caught your eye, you reached up and took the tag into your hand. You were attempting to read the faded writing when suddenly a man appeared behind you, a kind smile on his face.
“Now that’s one pretty strong potion you’ve got there, why don’t I ring it up for you?” The man offers, smiling in a way that sends strange chills through your body. It’s not a bad feeling, but odd none the less.
You try to protest that you were only looking, but the man just gives you a knowing look and rings the bottle up. You take it shakily, fingers skidding over the cool glass.
“Aren’t you going to drink it? C'mon, bottoms up!” The man laughs, and you chuckle nervously, but down the strange concoction none the less. Surprisingly, it tastes rather nice, like chocolate and some kind of sweet berry.
Savoring the taste of the liquid, you thank the man, sending him a soft smile as you leave the store. About halfway through your walk home, you begin to feel a strange shiver throughout your body. You are forced to sit down on a nearby park bench as arousal begins to shoot through your body, leaving you with an unfortunate boner. Shamefully, you tie your jacket around your waist, hoping to conceal your rather impressive boner.
As you struggle to walk home, your groin begins to pulse, and the second you reach your apartment you tear off your pants, eager to relieve some pressure. You watch in scared awe as you realize that your cock has begun to shrink. But rather than cause pain, the shrinking only causes more pleasure to spike throughout your body. You cock continues to shrink until you are left with a soft mound and crevice. The fact that you have a pussy should terrify you, but you can’t help but relish in the feeling of rubbing your silky folds together, coaxing another orgasm to rip through you.
You go to bed that night relishing in the feeling of the sheets on your newly formed pussy, and the way your can rub your thighs together and feel the soft lips.
The next morning you wake up absolutely soaked. Slick gushes from your aching pussy, but unlike the night before, nothing gets you off. In a fit of panic and need, you throw on underwear and pants and make your way to the shop from yesterday, whatever was happening to you was obviously because of that strange drink.
You open the door on the shop, and the man from yesterday greets you with that same damn smile.
“I figured you’d be back soon.” He says, making his way around the counter to come greet you. Something overcomes you and you throw yourself at him, grinding his hips in a desperate need. You want this, you need this.
The man chuckles, but obliges you. Soon enough all clothes are discarded onto the floor as he lifts you up onto his enormous cock. You push him back onto the counter top, eagerly riding his cock. Your body is still male aside from your aching pussy which sinks eagerly onto his giant cock. His hips buck into you, sending waves of ecstasy crashing throughout your body. You can feel how his cock stretches you, barely fitting inside your tight pussy. You stay like that for what feels like hours, riding his enormous cock. Finally he comes, sending what feels like gallons of cum into your womb. You come again and again, milking his cock for all it’s worth and still, cum pours into you. You watch in awe as your stomach expands with each spurt, into your tummy looks three, four, five, six months pregnant, and the cum still flows into you. Finally, his cock sputters out, but your stomach has reached the look of an astonishing 8 months. The man pulls out, and you expect cum to poor out of you, but only a small amount dribbles out of your aching cunt. You moan, sated and full.
Somehow, you find yourself waddling out of the shop. You make your way to your apartment struggling to stand much of the way as people stop to stare out you and your large, round stomach. About halfway back to your apartment you begin to feel something in your stomach shift, and looking down you notice how your stomach jiggles and seems to expand even more. Your shirt could barely contain your tummy when you left the shop, but now it was riding up quickly. Each step you took seemed to cause your stomach to expand even more. You moaned, relishing in the feeling of your gravid stomach.
By the time you finally reach your apartment, you can’t even see your feet, and you’re carrying you stomach in your hands so that you can make it up the stairs with minimal shaking. As you open the door your stomach expands even more. You can feel little legs kicking at your walls, causing you to moan in excitement. Yesterday you never would have expected anything like this, but now you can’t wait to birth these babies. Your underwear is soaked and you moan in pleasure as you feel your stomach expand even more until you are forced back into a chair to watch helplessly as your already enormous stomach continues to swell.
The doctor glanced up from the screen, frowning at his patient. “I can’t say I would know what else it would be with, sir.”
“And… you’re sure the test was positive. Maybe it got switched with somebody else’s?” Jacob fiddled his fingers. “Or like… a false positive?”
“I’m… not sure how an ultrasound could be a false negative.”
Swallowing, Jacob stared at the screen, where the dark shape was wriggling around. Out of all the outcomes of this day, this was the worst. This was the nightmare scenario. He had been hoping the random nausea and bloating could have just been something simple—like the flu, or maybe stomach cancer—but no. He had to be pregnant.
Which was sort of a problem.
“Listen, Doc,” Jacob said, sweating now. “I, uh, well, you may have noticed I’m, well. I’m sort of missing some key parts, if you know what I mean—“
“You’ve had a recent phalloplasty, I’m aware.” The doctor shook his head. “This really shouldn’t have happened. I mean, given the standard protocols, that really shouldn’t be possible. May I ask where you—“
“So,” Jacob interrupted hurriedly, “What do I do now? I can’t exactly push out a baby like this, right…?”
“Well, you do have some options. Not many, I’m afraid.” The doctor carded a few papers, and cleared his throat. “We can’t abort the baby without an invasive surgery. You can’t deliver the baby naturally, as it stands. If necessary, though, we can put off labor indefinitely until you come to a solution.”
Jacob blinked. “What?”
“It’s a relatively new treatment, but it’s inexpensive and works quite well. The baby will continue growing, of course, so it’s not exactly a long-term solution.”
“Okay, well…” Jacob bit his lip. “I guess that’s plan B.”
He stared at his middle that night, at the bloating he now knew was much more, and pondered his options. “Invasive surgery” meant expensive. That was why he’d gotten the black market bottom surgery in the first place, and why he was in this situation. Stupid. And having a baby? In this economy? Jacob felt his guts shrivel just thinking about the diaper costs, let alone the college fund. Not to mention, getting the thing out of him when the time came would need its own invasive surgery.
It would be fine, he reasoned. He could figure this out. He had some time.
“I can scrape some money together. Figure something out. Maybe get on some adoption list or something.” Jacob was sitting with his girlfriend, Alicia, trying to figure this out.
Alicia glanced down. Considering how much it took to finally convince her boyfriend that bloating didn’t usually include visible movement, she was… slightly suspicious of his pregnancy knowledge. “Jake, how far along are you? Did you find out?”
“Huh?”
“Did they say, like, how many weeks pregnant you are?”
“Oh, jeez, I forget…” Jacob scratched his head. “Like, thirty-two? Thirty-three? No, right, it was thirty-five!”
“What? Jacob. For fuck’s sake, do you know how long a pregnancy lasts?”
“Uhh, forty weeks?” He paused. “Oh. That’s, uh, hm. That’s not a lot of time.”
Alicia put her head in her hands. “No it’s not, babe. What the hell are you gonna do?”
With his due date looming large ahead of him, Jacob became increasingly alarmed. He was barely 22, and liquid assets were scarce, to say the least. Savings failed to accumulate, and not a single estranged but wealthy relative managed to drop dead with his name at the top of their will. And it wasn’t just the date looming large. Now that he knew he was pregnant, it seemed frankly insane he hadn’t realized it earlier. His belly was round and heavy, his belly button popped, the baby’s movements distorting the surface of his skin every few minutes. His back ached, his pelvis felt sore, and he had to pee constantly.
It was a week before his due date when Alicia cornered him.
Well, he was already in the corner, actually, doubled over in pain with the latest in a near-daily attack of Braxton Hicks. “Hon,” Alicia started, watching her boyfriend pant in discomfort. “This is getting ridiculous. You have to do something.”
“But…” Jacob put an arm against the wall, steadying himself. “But I still have a week…”
“To do what?” Alicia crossed her arms. “If you go into actual labor, they’re gonna do an emergency C-section and send you home with a baby you aren’t ready for and medical debt out the ass.”
“But–”
“Or you might also die. Which would be a huge bummer for me personally.”
Leaning on the wall, Jacob stood up, defeated. “Fine.” He took a breath. “I guess it’s time for plan B.”
The good news was, it worked. It was just a pill, and it was cheap. The Braxton-Hicks stopped, and Jacob’s due date came and went without interruption.
The bad news was, Jacob was now forty-two weeks pregnant, and no closer to a solution.
“When’re you set to pop?”
Jacob looked up. He was at work–at a dingy old antique store, entirely because it was the best insurance benefits he could find–and his manager was eyeing his middle. “Oh, um, I didn’t realize you knew?”
The manager’s eyebrows went up. “Uhhh… I will be honest, I don’t know how you thought I wouldn’t.”
Jacob glanced over at one of the old mirrors, and grimaced. He did look big. He wasn’t particularly scrawny, but the bump still stuck out like a sore thumb.
“I just hope it comes soon,” the manager continued. “Can’t be comfortable for long like that.”
The problem was, so far, plan B had not been kind enough to bring along a plan A. Or C or D, for that matter. Another week passed, and then another. And then another.
“And you’re sure it’s okay?” Jacob hated how unsure he sounded on the phone.
“Well, it’s not ideal, but it’s not technically unhealthy.” His doctor’s voice buzzed slightly through the speakers. “This is a totally fine stopgap until you can figure out what direction you want to move in.”
But I’m not moving in any direction. “Is there anything else I can look into?”
The doctor droned off the same list of options Jacob had heard forty times by now, and he looked down at his bump. It was getting bigger.
Lumbering through his apartment–the cheapest one-bedroom on the market–Jacob made it from the bedroom to the couch before collapsing. His hands settled on his belly, almost automatically. It was coming close to reaching his knees when he sat up straight. He rubbed it, mostly because he had to admit it felt nice, but also… he was getting kind of endeared to the baby. As much of a pain in his ass it had been.
Alicia walked in, saw her boyfriend splayed on the couch and rubbing his bare, stretched bump, and smiled. She walked over and gave his belly a pat. “What are we going to do with you, little guy?”
Three more weeks passed, meaning Jacob was officially two months overdue. He made a mark on his calendar for when he would beat the world record for longest pregnancy, and whizzed past that date, too. He dragged himself to work every morning, ignoring the stares from strangers on the train, and shuffled around old china knick knacks while his back and feet screamed. His coworkers’ questions had long since been replaced with pointed looks, so at least that was something.
He was fourteen months pregnant when he finally asked the owner, politely, if he could possibly work from the register instead. At this point he had been taking breaks every two minutes to catch his breath, so it wouldn’t make too much of a difference. He was sixteen months pregnant when he started looking for jobs where he could work from home, and eighteen months when he finally splurged and bought the fancy belly wrap that at least let him walk to the bus.
On the two year mark, Alicia brought home virgin champagne and they celebrated. It was admittedly a little awkward railing his girlfriend with a belly his size, but he managed alright. Afterward, lying in each others’ arms, Alicia rubbed her boyfriend’s belly. It was, at this point, getting a bit ridiculous. He could just barely reach his own navel if he stretched his arms out all the way, and fitting it between them on the bed was a challenge. The baby inside him was nearly 30 pounds by now, a healthy weight for a fifteen-month-old.
Alicia twirled her fingers around the curve of his belly. “You know,” she said, “It’s kind of… nice.”
“What is?”
“Having our baby here like this. All safe and sound inside you.”
Jacob frowned. “Easy for you to say.”
“But you look so cute all pregnant and round!” She ignored his eye roll. “Plus, don’t you think it’s nice in there? He’s all cozy and cared for, right?”
“Sure, I guess.” Jacob took her hand, resting it on his bump. “I’m glad he’s healthy and all. But I swear to god.” He narrowed his eyes. “This kid is not staying in here for any longer than absolutely necessary.”
“Hmmm…” Alicia murmured, feeling the baby shift. “Then I’ll just savor it for as long as I can.”
Of course, Alicia didn’t have much to worry about. They were saving up money, little by little, but at this point, they were too attached to the baby to consider any option but parenting. And that was expensive. Maybe they could make it work on their measly income, but if they’d waited this long anyway, why not save up enough to give their kid a comfortable childhood?
And so they waited. Another six months passed, then a year. Three years pregnant. Jacob rarely left the house. He could walk, but he now had a toddler curled up inside him. A couple XXL maternity shirts fit him, but otherwise, he’d resorted to wearing some of Alicia’s old, loose dresses as shirts, as those were the only thing that covered his bump. He’d never been the most fashionable guy, but it was kind of embarrassing to go out in public like that. Plus, having a bump so big it poked past his knees made it somewhat challenging to fit on public transit. But still, they weren’t ready.
So he kept growing. Not as rapidly as the first nine months, certainly, but slowly but surely his toddler was getting bigger and bigger. He might even have been walking by now.
“I guess this is ideal, in some ways,” Alicia said one night as she slathered her boyfriend’s belly with lotion, in what had become a nightly ritual. It was intimate and soothing, and also, Jacob could officially no longer reach a good segment of his own midsection. “I mean, people say the first couple years as a parent are the hardest, right?”
“I guess.” He did appreciate Alicia’s attempts to make light of the situation, but boy, was it hard to see the positives with this monstrous belly growing off of him. He was lying on his side–one of the only positions he could even pretend to be comfortable in anymore–with his bump naked on the sheets. “Maybe I’m just replicating how other animals do it. Like how horses come out already knowing how to walk?”
“Yeah!” Alicia rubbed in one last spot of lotion, then planted a kiss right above Jacob’s navel, which had long since been stretched into oblivion. “Our little giraffe.”
Time kept passing. Alicia got a promotion, and Jacob managed to mostly un-fuck his credit score. They were getting closer by the day. When he was 39 months pregnant, they bought a toddler bed to celebrate. When he was 42 months pregnant, Alicia and Jacob got married. It was a small occasion–they weren’t about to blow their savings on a big celebration–but it was nice. Jacob wore a dress, the only thing that would fit him anymore, and managed to stay on his feet the whole time while the crowd gaped. He had to stand facing the crowd with his head turned toward Alicia to fit on the pulpit.
Jacob was four years pregnant when they finally had enough. They didn’t wait bother to celebrate–that very day, Alicia drove Jacob straight to the hospital. He could just barely squeeze in the front seat with the chair pushed back all the way.
It had been a while since Jacob had been, well, anywhere, but especially somewhere as crowded as a major hospital. It was hard to ignore the stares. He could still stand upright, miraculously, but moved at a snail’s pace, waddling slowly along like a walrus on two feet. It took nearly half an hour, but they made it, finally, to the OB-GYN’s office.
While Jacob lowered himself, panting, into a seat, Alicia turned proudly to the wide-eyed doctor. “Well, Doc, my husband’s ready. Let’s get that baby out of him.”
The doctor stared at Jacob’s middle. It filled his lap and poked out past his knees like a water balloon ready to pop. “I’m sorry, but… remind me how long you’ve been pregnant?
“Forty-eight months,” Alicia announced. “He’s a real trooper.”
The doctor didn’t take his eyes of the monstrous bump, a look of concern coming over his face. “Forty-eight? I’m sorry, but… I don’t think… well…” He folded his hands. “I hate to say this, but birth is not a good idea at this point.”
“You mean…” Jacob creased his brow. “You mean, like, vaginal birth..?”
“No.” The doctor shook his head. “There’s just no easy way to say this. That baby has spent the first three and a half years of its life in your womb. He’s missed out on far too much essential early childhood development to have a chance of faring well outside of it.”
Dismayed, Jacob looked to his wife. “But… but our baby…”
The doctor waved a hand. “I’m not saying your son can’t have a happy and healthy life!”
“What?” Alicia wrinkled her eyebrows. “But you just said…”
“--as long as he isn’t born.” The doctor patted his patient’s inflated belly. “As long as he stays right in here, your little boy will be safe and sound.”
Neither of them talked much on the car ride home. What was there to say? Jacob shuffled into their apartment, pointedly not looking at the pile of toys and picture books as he dragged himself into their bedroom and collapsed, exhausted. Alicia followed him, and they curled up together.
“I’m gonna stay like this forever,” Jacob whispered, after a long time. “I’m gonna be pregnant for the rest of my life.”
“But we have our baby,” Alicia whispered back. “You’re already such a good dad, honey. You’ll always keep him safe.”
And so he did. They’d been waiting to name the baby until he was born, but now they knew he’d never be, they held him a very late first birthday party, and gave him a name: Rory. On the four year anniversary of Rory’s due date, Alicia painted a big “4!” on her husband’s belly, and they threw a small party.
Soon, Jacob couldn’t walk without help, even in short bursts. Alicia helped him rig up a sort of belly sling-slash-walker that supported his belly’s enormous weight, and Jacob could cart himself around the house. He avoided going into town–at this point he’d gone from an enormously pregnant man, which was an unusual enough sight, to a straight up freakshow exhibit.
When Rory turned five (or would have, had he ever been actually born) they were forced to buy a bigger bed. Alicia could no longer fit alongside her husband’s belly, which stretched nearly across the whole double mattress. Alicia sheepishly asked one of her friends in the kink sphere to make them a rig which held Jacob’s bump while they had sex. Having its whole weight on top of her was starting to make it hard to breathe.
Eventually, they adopted. They loved Rory, but the sight of all their baby supplies in storage filled them with longing. As it turned out, Jacob was a great dad–as long as he didn’t move much. He took to using a wheelchair (and reserving the walker rig for exercise) most of the time, though he was permanently in a slight recline, completely unable to bend even slightly over his gargantuan middle. Their daughter’s family portraits looked like she had a blimp on wheels for a dad.
Their daughter, Eloise, grew up, and so did Rory, stretching out his father’s middle more each year. Jacob celebrated ten years of pregnancy from the couch, his belly stretching out to his ankles if he put his feet up. They finally moved into their own house a couple years later, and Jacob had to ride in the U-Haul.
Jacob was nearly 41 when he and his wife celebrated their oldest son’s eighteenth birthday. Rory was an adult, all grown up and ready to take on the world–except, of course, he could never leave his father’s womb. There was a party, of course, but Jacob kept the most exciting part to himself. Because this meant it was over. He would stay pregnant until the day he died, but at least his damn son would stop growing.
Rory had taken after his mother–which was rather unfortunate, as everyone in Alicia’s family was around 6 feet tall and built like linebackers. Rory was no different. Were he not curled up in Jacob’s belly, he would have been taller and broader than his father. Jacob’s belly was, at this point, bigger than the rest of him. It stretched past his toes, forcing his legs open and his spine back. If he sat up straight, the monstrous bump nearly blocked his view. He’d long since given up on shirts–other than a tablecloth, nothing could cover the whole thing. The walker rig had been replaced by a full-on cart, but other than the few hours of exercise his doctor insisted on, Jacob rarely moved. His bump had utterly consumed him.
That day, Alicia walked up to her husband, and patted the top of his bump. She smiled at her husband, prone and inflated, heavy and pregnant, and kissed his belly.
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A young man finds himself unwillingly involved in an experimental procedure that gives him the ability to have children.
Mpreg, rape, forced pregnancy ahead. Please proceed with caution
Michael woke to a bright light against his closed eyelids. He attempted to lift his arm up to shield his face as his head throbbed in time with his heart, but found that both arms had been strapped down. His eyes flung open, then he immediately had to close them against the cold clinical lights shining down into his eyes. A well of anxiety gripped him, and he could feel himself begin to hyperventilate. Where was he?
Bracing himself for the brightness, he squinted as he opened his eyes, trying to figure out exactly what he was doing strapped down to a table. Unfamiliar medical instruments sat on a small metal table beside him. He swallowed thickly, relieved to at least be covered by a medical gown.
What had happened for him to end up here?
The last thing he recalled was getting home from his uni lectures, fishing around in his pocket for his house keys. Had he passed out and been brought to the hospital? If so, why had he been restrained? Had he been seizing?
He blinked blearily at the door as he heard it click open, followed by the entrance of a doctor. Something in the man’s placid smile soothed something in Michael’s hammering heart. He didn’t look like someone about to give bad news.
“Michael. You’re awake. Good to see.” The blond man observed, a gentle smile on his face.
Michael nodded, pressing his lips together as the doctor stepped beside him and took his vitals.
“Uh, Dr…” Michael looked for a name badge and found none. “Uh, sir. Sorry, uh, what am I doing here? What happened?”
The doctor made a small noise of acknowledgement as he typed something into the tablet in his hands, but didn’t answer.
“I’m going to move onto an abdominal examination Michael, I’m going to have to lift up your gown.” He didn’t make it sound like a question, and Michael found himself frowning again.
“W-what? Why am I here?” He tried again, but the doctor just snapped on some gloves and swiftly pulled up Michael’s gown to expose his bare genitals. Michael squeaked in surprise and pulled against the restraints, trying to move away from the unfamiliar man. “Stop! What are you doing!”
The doctor’s gentle smile turned disapproving, and he put a cold hand on Michael’s flushed skin. “Don’t make me tighten your restraints, this doesn’t need to be hard. Just let me check that everything has progressed well, then I’ll explain.”
Michael stilled, his eyes wide. “Progressed? What? What do you mean?”
The doctor ignored him, palpating his abdomen firmly. It wasn’t an exactly comfortable experience, being poked and prodded. Michael closed his eyes firmly and tried to pretend that he wasn’t exposed to the doctor. His lack of attention meant that when the doctor’s hands moved to his flaccid cock, he yelped.
“What are you doing!!” He demanded again, this time trying to kick out his legs. He didn’t succeed in anything but getting rough friction against his penis as the doctor gripped him firmly. Michael’s face flushed and he tugged until his forearms protested the action.
The doctor didn’t seem pleased, drawing back and typing something else into his tablet. “You’re making things more difficult for yourself, I hope you know that. I was going to get you to turn over yourself, but I don’t think you can be trusted.” The doctor pressed a call button that rang out in the room. Moments later, two burly orderlies stepped through the door. Michael tried to catch a glimpse of the hallway but they moved efficiently through the doorway.
Between the three men, they were easily able to overpower Michael to get him laying on his front. Once a hand was free, he tried to pull it away to hide his half-hard erection but they just wouldn’t let go! His mouth felt full of cotton, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his head. “Please! Let me go! What are you doing!” He pleaded with them as they manhandled him. The orderlies were unaffected as they strapped him down into position.
Michael couldn’t see what the doctor was doing now, which unsettled him. What was going on? Why wouldn’t anyone explain what was going on?
He heard the unmistakable sound of a cap and lube being squeezed out onto gloves.
“I will be examining your rectum for any irregularities. You need to relax for this process, will you need sedation?”
Michael shook his head, whether to deny the need for sedation or to avoid the rectal exam, he wasn’t sure. He’d never had a prostate exam before but he was sure that this wasn’t routine for a hospital visit, nor the excessive force to get him into position.
He felt the slippery fingers rub lubrication around the rim of his asshole, before two pressed inside. Michael let out a little noise of protest and hung his head in shame. Inside, the doctor’s fingers scissored, an uncomfortable but not painful feeling. He tried to shuffle forward to avoid the uncomfortable feeling, but the doctor just pressed in further and brushed against something that sent shivers all through Michael’s groin. He tried to bury his unwilling moans as the doctor added another finger, rubbing across his prostate again.
Michael couldn’t will away his erection, he could feel it leak onto the sheets below him and he tried not to let the absolute humiliation get to him. No words of reassurance were offered to him, and the fingers moved further forward to something even more sensitive. Michael gasped as the doctor seemed to push into the space, palpating. Michael had never felt something there before, in his own explorations of his body, those nights masturbating with his fingers in himself. He couldn’t find it in himself to ask what it was, not even sure if he’d get an answer.
The fingers were removed abruptly, and Michael couldn’t help feeling bereft, his anus winking closed. He grimaced and tried to hide his face.
“The implant was successful.” The doctor intoned.
What implant? What the fuck was this man on about?
“You’ve been selected for our experimental breeding program Michael, your body has adapted to the uterus implant beautifully.”
“What??” Michael croaked out, trying to turn to look at the doctor. This had to be some kind of sick joke, right? This man had to be insane.
“Now that I’ve confirmed the viability of your new reproductive organs, let’s test their efficacy, shall we?” There was a hint of amusement in the doctor’s voice.
Within moments, something fleshy and hot pressed against Michael’s empty hole. He let out a shriek as the doctor hoisted his hips up, arching his back for a good angle to press into Michael. He tried to pull away, thrashing and kicking but only succeeded in pulling the doctor’s hot cock further into him.
The quick preparation from the rectal exam hadn’t been enough, and big fat tears rolled down Michael’s cheeks as his hole was stretched beyond anything that he’d had before. “Please stop! Stop!” His cries fell on deaf ears as the doctor grunted above him.
“Hush boy, you’ll be just fine.” The doctor had finally sheathed himself inside fully, pressing against that weird tingly place deep inside. With a snap of his hips, the doctor was thrusting in again and again. Michael couldn’t help the little “uh uh uh”s that left his lips as he was fucked. All fight seemed to drain from his body. It sounded obscene, the slap of the doctor’s balls against his wet sloppy entrance. Michael’s cock dripped more precum below him, his prostate being grazed with almost every slam of the doctor’s cock.
This was all kinds of wrong, but he’d never felt so good. So right. Heat pooled in his groin as the doctor’s thrusts became almost animalistic, before heat liquid splashed deep inside his hole. Michael let out a breathy moan as his own cock jerked and spilt his own seed all over the bed below. The doctor stilled inside, arm still firmly around Michael’s hips.
“Good boy, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” The doctor sounded breathless but pleased. Michael shuddered as he pulled out his cock from Michael’s hole, his speed spilling out and down his crack. Michael stifled a sob, hiding his face again as the doctor removed the restraints, removed his ruined gown and turned him on his side. He just felt so defeated, the fight drained out of him with the soreness of his hole and the bruising on his ankles and wrists.
What was the doctor going to do when Michael didn’t miraculously become pregnant? Would he keep trying? Would he let Michael go?
Michael squinted up at the doctor, a miserable frown pulling at his lips as his gut churned. A wave of nausea hit him all at once and he couldn’t clamp his lips closed fast enough to stop himself from vomiting. The doctor seemed to have expected this, holding a plastic vomit bag in front of his face quickly.
Michael’s head swam, and he vomited once more before fully collapsing back on the bed. Was it the adrenaline crash? The doctor didn’t seem very concerned at all, tapping a few notes on the tablet before smiling at Michael. It made another wave of nausea roll over the young man.
“Right on track. We’re trialling an accelerated pregnancy paired with the implanted womb so we can get our results quickly.” Michael shook his head at the delusional man, tears welling up again but he didn’t protest. “You look like you’ve changed your attitude, good. The less you fight, the easier this will be.”
The doctor’s hands were back on his abdomen, just resting on the small swell- wait. The small swell?
Michael blinked down at his normally flat abdomen, bloated and still swelling. “Wh-what?”
The doctor’s eyes didn’t leave his abdomen, “You’re pregnant Michael, with your rate of growth- possibly with twins.”
Michael opened his mouth to protest, but his mouth clapped shut as an awful stretching feeling spread across his tummy. The small amount of bloating seemed to rapidly increase, a heavy feeling settling inside his abdomen, growing heavier and heavier. Soon, it became harder to take breaths, his lungs compressed with the sheer size and weight of whatever was inside of him.
Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes again, and he began to beg for the doctor to stop whatever was happening to him.
He just kept swelling, look like he’d swallowed a softball, then a basketball. His belly button was stretched out, threatening to pop out as if he were actually pregnant. The doctor lathered moisturiser onto the bottom of his distended belly before running his hands on the underside. Michael threw his head back as his cock stirred at the attention.
“Stop it! Stop it! Please!” He begged breathily. He could barely believe the sensations happening in his own body. A fluttering feeling trembled inside his firm abdomen and he cried out at the sensation. Soon enough, these feelings developed into kicks across the surface of his swollen abdomen.
He had no choice but to accept that he was pregnant.
“What did you do to me? Get it out! Get it out!” He sobbed as another leg kicked out against his spine. It shot pain all down his back and he writhed at the sensation. The doctor pulled away, pulling out a measuring tape to wrap around his bulging abdomen. Michael couldn’t even see his feet any more, his abdomen looking like he was at least 8 months along.
With a sudden pop, and a small relief of pressure, his belly button sprung out to sit on top of his swollen belly. The doctor made a pleased sound, pressing his fingers into the sensitive skin and causing Michael to moan erotically at the feeling. The doctor’s other hand wrapped around Michael’s cock, jerking it with deft movement. Michael squirmed, causing his swelling belly to move with him. The heavy feeling in his stomach only increase, the baby inside of him upset at the sudden movement.
“Stop! Stop!” He insisted, whimpering at the feeling of that hand around his painfully sensitive cock with the kicking against his ribcage.
“How many have you got in there, you greedy boy? You really loved my seed so much in you that you had to try and grow as much of me in you as you could, did you?” The doctor’s low tone sounded pleased.
Dread wrapped around Michael’s heart. Did that mean…was the doctor implying more than one baby…
That seemed to be an irrefutable fact as Michael’s stomach stretched out further than an overdue belly, to an active overdue twin belly and further. Stretchmarks pulled across his fragile skin, purpled and angrily red. He couldn’t do anything but watch as his belly swelled faster and faster, larger and larger. He wished his hands weren’t restrained so he could relieve some of the pressure on his spine and lungs. Anything but laying on his back while his pregnant form crushed him. The doctor’s sweet tugging of his cock didn’t even distract him from his plight.
“Ple-...please let me… sit up.” He panted.
“No. I like you like this.” The doctor said simply, a cruel smile on his lips as he left Michael’s red cock and pressed his fingertips into Michael’s belly button again and again and again, mimicking the way he’d fucked the boy into becoming pregnant.
Michael swallowed thickly, trying his best to adjust his position but doing nothing but upset the litter inside of him. His head felt fuzzy, tears run dry for all that he wanted to weep.
He must have been reaching the size of quintuplets by the time his growth settled down, leaving a few precarious moments of pure relief that he wasn’t still growing.
Then his belly dropped.
Michael took a deep breath for the first time since he was impregnated, those agonising minutes ago. Then he wailed loudly as his implanted uterus contracted harshly around his heavy burden. A hard bowling ball felt like it was wedged between his hips, which obviously hadn’t kept up with the rapid growth in his new womb.
“No! Stop it! No!! Get them out!! Help me! Help!” He cried.
“There’s only one way those babes are coming out Michael, and I think you know how.” The doctor rubbed his hands along the huge mountain of womb.
“Nooo, no no please, I’ll do anything! Please stop it, please.” Michael’s begging didn’t seem to change the doctor’s mind at all, if anything, it seemed to arouse the man as he caressed his stomach and refrained from replying.
Michael breathed harshly through his nose as another vice-like contraction rolled through his abdomen. The babies seemed to protest their treatment inside their home, rolling and kicking to get comfortable. He tried not to let the pained noises escape him, seeing how much the doctor enjoyed hearing them. He could barely wrap his head around the doctor’s forced entrance, let alone the children he’d implanted in him along with a new womb. It was insanity, but it was happening to him. Part of him wished that he could wake up from this nightmare but the clarity of the pain was too real for it to be a dream.
The doctor pulled his hands away, grabbing at one of Michael’s restrained legs and pulling it far open. His legs burned with the stretch, but he couldn’t find the strength to pull away.
“Nooo. No no no no no” Michael pleaded.
The doctor continued to tie Michael’s leg far apart from the other, then moved on to the other until Michael’s legs were as spread apart as they could be with a belly as large as his. He placed two fingers back into Michael’s opening, causing the young man cry out.
“Stop it! What are you doing! Leave me alone!”
“I need to see if your cervix is softening, you can’t move into stage two of labour until your birth canal is ready.” The doctor informed him.
“I don’t have a cervix! I’m a man! I can’t give birth!” Michael wailed hysterically.
The doctor made a tsking sound, then resumed his exploration into the puffy rectum. It was much more loose than it had been even after he’d impregnated the boy, and when he reached up to feel the nub of his cervix, he could feel that it had indeed begun to soften.
Meanwhile, Michael was desperately trying to mask how aroused he was by the doctor’s touch of his new entrance. It was impossible to escape those fingers pressing against it, firm and sure. He took a few shuttering breaths, then began to weep as another contraction encased his large frame.
The doctor pulled his hand out, satisfied with the boy’s progress and looseness. “You’re doing very well.” He praised.
The next few minutes felt like pure torture, the moments between his rapidly increasing contractions and feeling what had to be his baby’s head slam against his cervix over and over again. He prayed for this moment to end, for it all to end.
Then he let out a primal grunt, and something burst inside him. His waters flowed from his cervix and down into the mess on the bed, joining his cum and making the bed even more uncomfortable.
“Wh-what just happen-OH” He cut himself off as a stronger contraction than any before gripped him. He could barely think against the pain and pressure of it all. He could feel the head begin to descend into his softened cervix.
“Push with each contraction now, don’t fight it.” The doctor reminded the flushed pregnant man.
As another contraction took hold of Michael, his whole abdomen seemed to squeeze in, desperately trying to expel his babe into the world. The doctor watched as Michael began to strain, his anus bulging a little but no head visible.
“Go on Michael, you can do more than that. You’ve more than just one to push out, so you better make it quick.”
Michael wailed at that, the idea of having to do this more than once.
He panted out as he waited for another crest of contraction to squeeze him and he bore down. The bowling ball weight crushed past his muscles, engaging his pelvis in the most painful way. Michael wanted to shift his weight, anything to escape the pressure. Flutters and sharp kicks were thrown against his fragile skin and he shuddered.
“Please, I can’t do this- please.” He begged, sweat beading down his forehead. His chest heaved with every pathetic breath he could take.
The doctor just ignored his pleas, running a hand over Michael's new bulging form.
CW: incest, slightly dubious consent, some degradation. Obviously, please note that the contents of this story are purely fantasy and in no way indicative of the author’s beliefs!
I don’t know when exactly they decided on the bastard rule, but it wasn’t us. I almost felt bad about it, honestly. But not bad enough not to get a hand on the ball.
It’s not really something anyone says openly, but I’m sure he knew ahead of time. And if he didn’t, his body sure did–those wide hips, those round tits, those sweet red cheeks of his? I mean, come on, he might as well have been wearing a sign saying “I’M FERTILE.” I like to think the gods knew, shaping him to be perfect for us like that. After all, maybe it was them who wrote the rule, a thousand years ago.
My father, the duke, isn’t the most frivolous man, but he also wasn’t the least. Most of us–my siblings and I–were all normal old legitimate children, all born well within wedlock. He only slipped up once. I was much too young to remember, but I heard about the drama he caused when they found that maid pregnant for years. And along came a little bouncing baby “girl”—obviously, that changed–and a swift exile for the poor mother.
(ModNote: I don’t know what happened to the formatting but when I copy pasted it over to a new post, it took out all spacing. I did my best to make it look like it did in the submission.)
“A super MASCULINE trans man gets impregnated by his uwu non-binary boyfriend who likes to wear thigh high socks and cat ears 💅🏽Loving relationships and erotic birth!!!“
“Fuck wait a minute, lemme put some music o- … no babe, fuck”
By the time Jay had managed to sync their phone to the speakers, Mischa had already pulled his shirt off over his curly head and was releasing his belt. When he realised that Jay was watching, he lunged forward, sweeping them off their feet before jumping backwards onto the bed, bringing Jay down on top of him.
The feeling of Jay’s erection pressing into his abdomen sent Mischa crazy as he kissed his partner deeply and desperately. The intense rock playing in the background only made him want his lover more and he momentarily released Jay’s hips in order to finish removing his jeans. Jay leaned back enough to let him manoeuvre ungracefully out of his trousers, and began to undo their shirt as Mischa wrestled with his socks.
Jay grinned as he was pulled quickly back to his lover until their bare chests were pressed against each other, and their now wet penis was pressed against Mischa’s peen. They returned the frantic kisses and ground furiously against the chiseled body of the older man. In the heat of the moment, with their fingers in Mischa’s mouth, and his nails in their shoulder, Jay almost missed the moment that Mischa shifted his hips, allowing Jay’s penis inside him.
Man makes a wish to a genie to have a beautiful wife and a big family. The genie grants the wish—man’s beautiful wife is constantly impregnating her husband.
Response to request #414.13.
Author: Expandolicious
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Once upon a time, there was a man who wished for a pretty wife with whom he could raise children.
The man longed to be a father and a husband, but he had no money or resources to make this happen. He prayed that one day his wishes would come true. One night as he slept, a genie appeared before him and granted his wish.
“I will give you everything your heart desires,” said the genie.
“My greatest desire is for a beautiful wife who loves me deeply and wants only to be my companion forever. We must also have many children so that I may fill my home with joy.”
“You shall have all of these things,” the genie responded.
Like Many Warriors Before You, You Were Chosen pt3
The end of your pregnancy was drawing near. Your bump seemed to drop lower every day and you had become unable to stand up, only able to crawl or drag yourself around the cave. Your breasts were tight and swollen, and the pressure behind your nipples was growing unbearable. One day, as you sat with your legs spread wide to make room for your impressive girth, you slowly kneaded your sensitive teats with a wince. Ignoring the pain, you kept pulling and pressing at your nipples until beads of milk dribbled from their tip. With a relief that was almost orgasmic, you milked yourself until you had nothing left to give; letting it flow down your belly. Once done, you sat there with an ecstatic expression on your face, more relaxed than you'd been in quite a while, though you knew it wouldn't be long before your breasts filled up again. To bask in it a little bit longer, you rubbed the creamy milk on your belly and it soothed the thin skin covered in stretch marks. After that, your breasts began leaking constantly, any sudden movement causing warm milk to spurt and dribble onto your swollen midsection.
Your children were becoming rowdier, and sometimes your belly ached so bad that you believed you'd gone into labor. But the need to push never came, and you had to lay there in agony as you desperately tried to settle them by caressing your gut. You'd begun looking forward to the Minotaur needing to use you as a fuck hole, knowing that such violent sex could induce birth. Alas, these past few days, he had become gentler with you. When he fucked you, he still thrusted into you hard, but he seemed to know your heavy stomach was becoming a burden. Often, he would support it, slipping a hand under your belly. It pressed against his palm as he rutted into you, and relieved some of the pressure on your back as it arched with an orgasm. You clenched around his cock, creaming on it as your eyes rolled back. You felt a tightness in your teats, and the familiar warmth of milk as it dribbled out. A series of moans escaped you, sounding a lot like moos. You bellowed loudly; your voice resonating around the cave.
The minotaur let out a deep laugh, "You turned into a true cow..." He grabbed your hips as he spoke, pressing his thick fingers into them so that your skin bulged out. They'd filled out over the course of your pregnancy, becoming as plump as the croup of a mare, and a pleasure for the Minotaur to press against his lap when he bottomed out into you.
You panted silently, your mind struggling to put words together. But there was no need for a response, because although you had finished, the Minotaur's cock was still rock hard. He changed positions, laying down on his back as he pulled you on top of him. Your heavy load resting snugly on his abdomen. As he bounced you up and down, you kept mooing softly, pulling on your teats to make them squirt out milk.
And suddenly, you felt it.
A cramp seized your stomach as you squirted a wetness that soaked the beast's dick; splashing onto your thighs as it squelched out of you. You let out a strangled gasp, crying out in pain as your baby became restless; kicking inside you in a monstrous frenzy. "Please...please, let me..." You begged the Minotaur to let go of you, but he didn't listen. He had felt you clench around his cock as the contraction rolled through you, and he wanted to make the pleasure last just a little longer.
And last, it did. As you tried to squirm out of his grip, the Minotaur was holding you tight, firmly pressing you against him as his thrusts became slower. You gritted your teeth, desperately trying to calm the monster in your womb, but you only felt it thrash its way into your birth canal. You began to lose hope, your vision going dark, but at the last moment, right when you felt the Minotaur's cock twitch inside you, he pulled out and let his load spill on your thigh.
You cried out in relief as he held you against his chest, facing away from him. As he sat up, gravity pulled the baby further down, and you felt the head crown. You pushed with all your might, shrieking as it stretched you to your limit; feeling your pussy tearing itself up.
You breathed in and out. You were strong. You were a warrior. This is why you had been chosen. It all made sense now. This was just another fight you had to win. Clenching your teeth, you pushed with a renewed vigor as your cry filled the cave. It was long, drawn out, and for a moment it felt like it would never end. But finally, the child slipped out of you, in a mess of afterbirth and blood. You fell to your knees, bringing the baby minotaur to your teat. It began to suckle and you sighed in relief.
But you had no time to bask in your accomplishment, as you felt the beast's hands wrap around your croup once again. The Minotaur rammed its cock into you, further aroused at the sight of you birthing its child. This time, you welcomed him; letting him fuck you as the baby drank from your breast. In that moment, you felt whole, you felt complete. A loud moo escaped your lips as you orgasmed, knowing that your destiny had been fulfilled.
(Final part of the minotaur series! I've had a lot of fun writing this and I am definitely going to submit more stories as I have plenty of fantasies to share. Until next time! -B)
Like Many Warriors Before You, You Were Chosen pt2
part one - part three
“Just wait.” The Minotaur had said.
Waited you had, and every day it became clearer that you were changing. Your body was becoming softer; your chest swelling into full, sensitive breasts that bounced and jiggled when the Minotaur fucked you, making you whimper as your hands went to play with your darkened nipples. They sat heavily atop your taut belly, which in itself was something to behold.
As days went by, it had gone from soft and squishy to firm, tight as a drum when you rubbed it to relieve the immense pressure built up inside. To support it, your hips had widened and your thighs had enlarged, morphing your figure into a fertile hourglass. One day, you'd begone to feel flutters inside your belly, bewildered when the shy pulses turned into kicks. A few weeks later, you were amazed to see your belly ripple and clench with what seemed like a snout pressing on it from inside. It dawned on you soon enough; you were pregnant.
But how? And most importantly, what would happen to you when this monster would want out? Often, before falling asleep, you were tormented by visions of your body ripping itself apart to make way for the beast's spawn. Sometimes, as the Minotaur's powerful cock thrusted into you, you would cry holding your belly as the baby jostled inside, drawing moans from you while you imagined the little beast squirming out of you with that much force.
But your dread was soon soothed when you noticed your most shocking transformation yet. Between your legs, just behind your own cock, another hole had opened itself up. And your cock, already dwarfed by your imposing stomach, seemed to become smaller and smaller. By some accursed magic, your genitals became more and more like those of a woman. When you orgasmed, they often released a thick and creamy substance that dripped on your thighs; mixing with the Minotaur's cum. When you weren't being fucked, your thighs were still soaked with the juices of your pussy; the hormones in your body making you needy for any kind of release.
Your pregnancy brought with it other types of cravings. To sate your hunger, the beast still fed you meat as often as it could, and in copious quantities too. At first, the feeling of a stuffed stomach along with the fullness in your womb made your abdomen cramp, and you would take short and quick breaths as you massaged your gut to dull the pain. But the further along you were, the sooner you got hungry again. And despite its bountiful hunts, the Minotaur couldn't keep you satisfied long enough.
One night, an idea came to you. Quietly, you dragged yourself over to the sleeping beast, supporting the weight of your grumbling belly with one hand. The Minotaur's cock was on full display, hard and dripping pre-cum. You wrapped your lips around it, letting in sink deeper and deeper down your throat. It was thick, stretching you so tight that breathing became difficult. As you felt your throat reach its limit, you remained still for a moment to get used to the new weight and fullness. Then, you began to moan loudly; rubbing your belly in anticipation. You closed your eyes, breathing out through your nose as your voice became raspier and raspier. Soon, you begun to sound like a mooing cow. This was enough to tip the Minotaur over the edge, and he released a steamy load down your throat. Eagerly, you gulped down every last drop, lapping at his cock to make sure you hadn't missed the slightest dribble. With a sigh, you comfortably collapsed to the ground. Inside you,the generous amount of cum felt warm, and your hand caressed the stretched out skin of your belly. You watched it rise and fall, finally satisfied, and slowly drifted off to sleep yourself.
(Hey! B here with the part 2 of my minotaur story. This turned out longer than I expected, so there's actually going to be a part 3. As always, enjoy the story!)
343.3 Imagine you’re sent into the labyrinth as a sacrifice to the minotaur, he sees your body suit for breeding and takes you as his breeding slave against your will. He fucks and feeds you until you are full with two calves.Bonus if: he remarks how cow-like you look with your tits full of milk, insists on getting you pregnant again after you deliver his children, begins fucking you full again while your children feed on your plentiful breasts
This is going to be a two-parts story. Credit me as B. Hope you enjoy!
Like many warriors before you, you were chosen to go down the labyrinth as an offering to the Minotaur. The beast would accept nothing less as sacrifice; you were a war hero, having accomplished deeds most men could only dream of. You were admired by all not only because of your actions, but also your physique. Men and women everywhere fawned over your toned muscles hardened by battle, your sunkissed skin and your dark hair. A prime quality sacrifice. And you accepted your fate with honor; one last battle to protect your people. Prior to the day of your sacrifice, festivities had lasted for a week. Banquets and feasts were thrown, you gorged yourself on food and wine until your belly nearly burst, you partook in countless orgies, fulfilling your carnal desires with whoever was winning. As this was to be your last days, you wanted them to be memorable.
And finally, the awaited day came. You had woken up early, been given a bath, your hair had been combed and perfumed, and servants adorned you with an armor that was much more ceremonial than practical. As you stepped outside, the sun shone on its golden plating. A crowd stood on each side of the road as you walk, some throwing flowers, some screaming your name, others wailing as they would mourn you. But you looked straight ahead, unfearing of your imminent demise. The entrance to the Minotaur’s labyrinth was a cave surrounded by marble columns. It went down deep, and the only means to orient oneself was a golden thread left there long ago. You took the wire between your fingers and, giving one last look to the outside world, stepped into the labyrinth.
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