Your job as a museum docent seems boring on the outside, but you find it... fulfills you in ways you never imagined.
A year ago, a new exhibit was brought in on a long-term loan, and since then, its been in the ews that your city has experienced something of a baby boom. There are always the hysterics, saying that there was no way for them to get pregnant, but they are a small percentage, and most people just assume their birth control failed in some way, or they had a last-hurrah of fertility. You know differently.
The exhibit looks innocent enough, a series of artifacts brought from an uninhabited island, found entirely by accident. Small statues, beaded jewelry, beautiful medallions, and even a large slab of polished stone from an ancient civilization on the island. The words carved into the stone have been translated and displayed on the glass within easy view of the slab, and nearly every person that visits the exhibit pauses and reads the words posted in front of the stone.
That's all it takes.
They don't even have to read the outwardly unrelated words out loud. Just think the words, and the spell is invoked. if they only read it once, then the pregnancy follows a natural timeline and progression, as far as you've figured out. But you, as docent, stand in the room and guide people through the exhibit all day, every day. You might read the words a dozen times in one morning.
It doesn't affect youths, the elderly, or anyone without a womb. But every womb that visits leaves with a small souvenir, if the words are read.
Standing at the beginning of the exhibit, you gather a group of interested people, a modest bulge of a belly under your maternity blouse. "Are we ready? Let's start over here, with the statues first."
You begin by explaining the island, its geography, and where these artifacts were found. You point out the differences in each piece, appearing to represent a woman's different stages of life; a lean young woman, the rounded figure of a heavily pregnant mother, and the stooped posture of a wizened crone. You move to the jewelry, the various symbols and charms, the strings of beads used a twenty-eight day calendar.
At the end of an hour, you reach the slab, many people having asked many, many questions. They're all very invested, their interest piqued. Proud of yourself, you pause in front of the slab's case. "And here, we have what may have been an alterpiece. Our scholars have done their best to form a translation, printed across the top edge of the glass there."
You watch eyes skim the line of text, and recite the words from memory without even looking. Low in your belly, warmth throbs. Resting your hand on the globe, you feel it subtly push out against your palm, your blouse forgiving enough that it won't be immediately obvious to your group. You do notice, though, that anyone presenting like they may have a womb sort of jolts, a few hands jumping to their middles.
"They don't seem to make sense, do they?" You repeat the words again, relishing the throb, the flutters that begin under your hand. "That's our best guess at a translation, but without the context of its use, the real meaning has been lost to history. Any more questions?"
"You really memorized the passage?" someone asks, joking a little as they look behind them, like the translation will be written on the opposite wall.
You smile brightly, and repeat the spell just because you can, smoothing a hand over your growing, fluttering belly. "I do see it all day, every day, sir. It's the least I can do. Anything else?"
Once the group has asked their fill and dispersed, you notice a vaguely familiar woman approach you. It might just be her bulky sweater, but you think she might be sporting her own baby bump as she takes just one step closer than good manners dictate.
"I saw your tour here last week," she begins, resting a hand idly on the underside of her slight swell. "Funny, I could have sworn you were much further along!"
Smiling, you pluck at your blouse, finally placing her in your memory. "Oh, that's so interesting, I could have sworn the same thing about you. Do you come here often?"
"Almost every day," the woman admits, eyes flicking over the spell again. Because you're watching, you see her belly push out a little bit, filling out the heavy, oversized knit. Her eyes skim again, and her bump grows right in front of you.
Squeezing your thighs together slightly, you turn and read the script too, weight sinking into your hips and your maternity pants giving way to your burgeoning belly as you read it through two, and then three times. You're a little breathless as you say, "You must find the exhibit very compelling."
"Extremely," she answers, smoothing circles on her belly that visibly heaves under her touch.
You read the line of text one last time, relishing the growing weight sinking down inside you, small feet peddling at your belly, rippling under your blouse. "I'm sure I'll see you around, then. Please enjoy."
The pair of you share a small, secret smile as you turn toward your usual place by the gallery doors. Before you can move, though, you hear a wet splatter on your other side. Turning around again, you find a different lady standing transfixed to one side of the gallery, enormously pregnant, a puddle pooling at her feet as she clutches her belly. Walking towards her, you see that she is still reading the text, over and over, her belly visibly dropping low on her hips and squeezing inwards on her frame. More fluids hit the floor, but she never looks away, still reading.
"Just this way, dear," you say kindly, snagging her attention.
"Oh, my goodness," she says, bewildered. "I'm so sorry-"
"It's all right," you say patiently as a strong contraction seizes her, making her knees bend and stance widen. "It happens more often than you'd think."
She refuses to move, eyes on the slab, and within a few minutes you get down on your knees to catch the red, squalling infant under her skirt. Her belly doesn't visibly shrink, only contracts again.
Lifting your head, you flag down one of the male security guards who's taken his sweet time in ambling over. "Hey, Kevin, would you mind calling an ambulance? We've got another situation. Yeah, another few minutes and we'll have another on our hands."
The media may say no one knows where the baby boom has come from, but you'd bet a lot of women know more than they're letting on.
I don’t discuss politics on this blog… ever. However, I feel like what I say will mean more coming from this than others. Clearly, I have a pregnancy kink. The current geopolitical situation has seen a rise in pronatalism, which is strictly about taking women’s agency over if they have kids and putting in the hands of men.
The fact that I despise pronatalism shouldn’t be considered contradictory to my kink.
My kinks are mine, and anyone who shares them will join my fantasies on their own initiative. Their own initiative. No one should have to carry a child they can’t, but their ability to say "No" is a target for pronatalists, and that is beyond what anyone should have power over. Kinks require consent, as does government, and if there is one bill that takes away power without the consent of those it would hurt, it is reason enough to remove the government.
How does a self-described pervert understand that better than someone with power over millions of people?
465.6 it's not common but id love to see some het mpreg. give me an alpha woman taking care of her super preggers omega bf. Lol.
Written by @pregnancyismykink :) I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. The prompt was so enticing I wrote all of this in one sitting.
**
“Baby, I’m home.”
“Oh thank god. Can you help me finish this?”
Katie closed the door behind her, kicking off her shoes and tossing her purse onto the hook before heading into the kitchen. Jonah, her perfect husband and beautiful omega was on his hands and knees in front of the oven, scrubbing the inside feverishly.
“I told you I would help you when I got home,” she said softly. “Why didn’t you wait?”
He shook his head, pulling himself out of the oven, his face red from the exertion.
“I got bored and it was driving me crazy. But now my knees hurt and I’m pretty sure my bladder is about to explode. Help,” he says, holding his hands up towards her.
Katie just sighs and grabs his hands, helping him to his feet, and steadying him when he stumbles.
“I know we talked about me not being allowed to be an overbearing Alpha or whatever, but you really should wait for me to help you with this stuff. Especially at 5 months pregnant.”
She wipes his brow, fixing the collar of his shirt that was now stained with soot from the oven. He smiles and accepts it, his shoulders relaxing a bit now that she was home.
“I’m ok, I promise. But I really do have to pee,” he says hurriedly, kissing her cheek before taking off to the bathroom.
She chuckles, watching him waddle away, and then looks around the kitchen, seeing the mess for the first time. There were dishes everywhere, the cabinet doors were all open, and she’s pretty sure every appliance they own is on the counter. The doctor had warned about this, but she hadn’t expected it to be this bad.
Nesting is what they’d called it. When the omega starts preparing the home for the pup’s arrival. They’d said at 7 or 8 months but with Jonah’s last check up came a lot of new quirks. Nearly every day she came home to some part of the house being rearranged, reorganized, just moved around in general.
It wasn’t that she minded of course, but she worried. Especially when he started moving furniture. She’d thankfully managed to talk him out of that, or at least convinced him not to do it by himself, but she still grew worried. Worried enough to install a camera in the living room just so she could make sure he didn’t hurt himself.
With a sigh she started trying to put the kitchen back into place, knowing full well she’d probably have to do it all over again the next day.
**
“Have you seen my ‘Jesus was a sinner’ shirt?”
Katie looks up from her book, finding Jonah in front of her naked from the waist up. Warmth stirred up in her gut but she ignored it. For now.
“Is that seriously what you’re wearing to dinner with your parents tonight?”
Jonah nodded, not an ounce of hesitation on his face.
“Why not? They barely want anything to do with me or the pup, so why should I adhere to their ideas? They already think I’m a disgrace.”
Katie sighs softly, putting her book down on the couch and standing, wrapping her hands around Jonah’s waist.
“They’re wrong and you know it. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she said, squeezing his waist softly.
He flushes but rolls his eyes. He doesn’t step out of the embrace though, his round belly pressing up against her flat one.
“Their opinions don’t matter to me, not anymore. But it would be nice if they could just act like they don’t hate us.”
Katie could see the doubt growing on his face, in the way his eyes shifted more, looking down at her shoulders or chin, and not at her face. She only stood a few inches over him, but he looked so small like this, acting like a disgruntled child.
“Baby,” she said softly, putting a finger under his chin to grab his attention. “Your parents suck, but that’s all the more reason we should raise our Pup better than they did. You can’t let them get to you like this.”
His eyes glittered with unshed tears and Katie shushed him, pulling him into her chest, hugging him close. He didn’t deny the comfort, instead pressing as close as his stomach would allow, his arms wrapping around her waist and clutching the back of her shirt. She ignored the wet stains she felt growing on her shoulder, and held him until he pulled away.
“Feel better?” she asked, brushing away the trails of tears on his cheeks.
He snorted but nodded, sincere when he answered.
“Much.”
“Enough for a little bit of fun before we leave?” she asked, raising a brow at him.
He scoffed, but the way his face flushed and the way his eyes widened slightly, she knew he was interested.
“I think we can squeeze that in. If you’re quick,” he said smirking, knowing full well Katie preferred to take her time with him.
She smirked back, slowly pushing him back towards the bedroom.
“I’ll go as quickly as I feel.”
Jonah laughed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as his back hit the bedroom door.
Katie did in fact, take her time with him, worshipping every inch of his naked body, paying special attention to his growing middle and the small cock between his legs. Her favorite thing to do was edge him to the point where just playing with his nipples would make him scream her name. And it was so easy now that he was pregnant.
She really couldn’t wait for the day his breasts fully developed, instead of just some extra padding on his pecs. He pretended to hate the idea, but she knew the way he looked at himself in the mirror, knew the longing in his eyes for what it was.
His nipples had grown thicker as well, no longer the light pink nubs on his chest and instead darker and swollen, sensitive to the slightest touch. She could sometimes make him cum just by swirling her tongue around them, and she loved it just as much as he did.
**
“You’re progressing well. You’re meeting all of your markers and I don’t see any signs for concern. I’ll make sure you get a pamphlet of what you should expect in the last month leading up to birth before you leave today. Have you decided on a birthing plan yet?”
Jonah nodded, Katie sitting next to him as he wiped his stomach and fixed his shirt.
“We decided on a home birth. We’ve already contacted a doula.”
Dr. Morris nods, making a note on the clipboard in his hand.
“Good. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll be meeting your pup very soon.”
Jonah couldn’t help the grin on his face, thanking Dr. Morris as he left the room.
Katie’s eyes glittered as she looked up at Jonah.
“I can’t believe how close we are. Only one more month!”
Jonah nodded, excitement clear on his face as he slipped off the exam table, fixing his pants.
“One more month and then I’ll be able to walk without waddling again.”
Katie chuckled, opening the door and letting Jonah out first, watching his cute waddling form.
“I kinda like the waddle. Makes you look even cuter.”
“Cuter my ass. I look like a fat penguin.”
“But a cute penguin.”
She wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in for a kiss to his temple, grinning down at him.
He just rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the small smile of pleasure on his lips.
**
“How are you feeling?”
“Miserable,” Jonah answered, whimpering as another cramp ran through his middle.
Katie frowns, kneeling in front of the couch, running her fingers through his hair as his face scrunches up in pain again.
All of the pamphlets had mentioned cramping and swelling, but they hadn’t realized it would be this bad.
“Do you want the heating pad?”
Jonah could only nod, unable to use words as his dick gave a painful twitch between his legs.
Katie shuffled over to the bedroom, finding the heating pad he’d been sleeping with for the last few weeks and unplugged it, moving it to the living room. She was as careful as she could be, but even gently lifting his thigh enough to put the heating pad in between his legs made him cry out, his fingers clenching around the pillow. His cock had swollen nearly two times the size of usual, his balls an angry red color, and the only thing that made him feel better was a heating pad.
“Maybe we should call the doctor. They could give you something for the pain.”
Jonah shook his head, sweat gathering on his brow.
“Everything I read says it’s normal, but the intensity differs for everyone. I guess I just got the lucky draw of the straw.”
Even as he tries to joke, his face tightens and his brow pinches, his whole body tensing up.
“Would it help if I make you cum? Maybe loosen it up a little?”
She’d read everything too, probably even more than Jonah. A few weeks before birth a male omega’s cock will swell due to the blood rushing to that area in preparation for the birth. It will make him more stiff but will allow the stretching needed for the pup to travel through. She’d read first hand accounts, but most of them just said it was painful. Not debilitating.
But every single one of them had said cumming made it more bearable.
“I don’t know. Just the thought of touching it makes me want to die right now.”
“What if I fuck you instead? Then I won’t have to touch it and you can still cum.”
He thought about it for a moment, his fingers white knuckled around the pillow.
“Fuck it, let’s try it. It can’t make it any worse. I don’t think I can move though.”
Katie shook her head, standing from her spot on the floor.
“We can do it here. Let me just get some towels.”
A few minutes later, Katie comes back naked with a handful of towels, her hair tied up in a bun.
“Can you get to your knees at least?”
Jonah nodded, though he was slow to move. He braced himself, Katie’s hands on his waist, ready to help.
“On 3?”
He nods again and Katie braces, “3…2…1…”
He pushes up, shifting his hips around so he’s on his hands and knees on the couch, letting out a cry that breaks Katie’ heart. She’s never seen him so vulnerable.
“Great job, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
She kisses his lower back, his shirt riding up with the shift of position. His stomach pokes out much further now, his belly button pressed firmly into the couch cushion. His thighs are trembling and he has his face buried in the pillow, but he did it.
She settles the towels under him, careful not to brush up against his swollen cock. It bobbed between his legs, twitching every now and then as he moaned, clearly uncomfortable.
“You ok?”
He grunted in response, his whole body shaking.
Katie hated seeing him like this.
“I’ll be gentle. Let me know if I need to stop.”
He only grunts again, clearly lost in the pain.
Katie shifts herself, crawling onto the couch behind him. He’s not leaking like usual, not nearly enough for it to be good for him, so she uncaps the bottle of lube she’d grabbed and adds some to her fingers, making sure to coat them well.
She presses a finger to his hole and he clenches around the intrusion. She presses past the tight rim, up to her knuckle and then pauses, not wanting to overwhelm him.
“Okay?”
He groans but nods, as well as he can with his face buried in the pillow. She takes that as a sign to continue and presses in another finger, stretching him out.
“I’ve got you,” she whispers, kissing over his lower back as she continues to stretch his rim. It takes longer than usual, especially considering he wasn’t exactly in the mood for it, but she eventually stretches him enough to push herself inside. She watches his every movement, making sure she isn’t hurting him as she presses the head of her cock past the still tight rim of his ass.
He jerks and cries out, pulling off of her with a sob, his whole body trembling.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” she asks hurriedly, running her hands over his hips, wanting to cry herself.
“Too sensitive,” he manages to say, his words mumbling through the pillow.
He’s always been a little extra sensitive, but never like this.
“I’ll go slower. Still want to try?”
She doesn’t know any other way at this point.
Jonah shifts, gasping as it jostles his cock against the underside of his belly.
“Try again,” he manages, pressing his hips back towards her. She frowns but does as he asks.
She spreads more lube on her fingers, putting an extra squirt on his hole, and then presses in again, holding his waist with one hand and her cock with the other. He tenses against it but doesn’t pull away this time, and she presses in deeper.
It’s not nearly as slick as usual, but he lets her in, lets her sink deeper and deeper until her hips are flush with his ass.
“Feel ok?” she asks, breathless. He’s so tight around her.
He grumbles something and Katie takes a breath, wrapping both hands around his waist now, and then starts a gentle slow thrust.
She stays like this for a while, working him up, letting him adjust, and it seems to be helping. His shoulders relax slightly and his hole gets a little less tight around her.
“I’m close,” he whimpers, his whole body tensing with the approaching orgasm. She doesn’t change her pace or change her angle, staying steady and letting him work through it slowly.
She’s just about to ask if he’s ok when she feels him clench. He bites down on the pillow and screams as his whole body gives into the pleasure. She doesn’t stop, dragging it out, pulling as much out of him as she can.
He shudders hard, collapsing against the pillow.
Katie, too worried for Jonah, shifts with him, tucking herself behind him on the couch, still buried inside him.
“Did it help?” she asks, chest heaving.
Jonah just nods, his chest heaving now as well. Katie lifts herself up so she can peek over him, seeing his cock still dribbling out little drops of cum. It’s not nearly as red and swollen as it was.
“Like a bad case of blue balls,” Jonah mumbled, his hand rubbing the side of his belly. “I hope it’s not always like this.”
Katie huffs, relaxing back into the couch again, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing the back of his neck and then over the mating mark on his shoulder.
“I hope not either. I hate seeing you so miserable.”
He hums softly, his whole body relaxing for the first time since he woke up this morning. Katie isn’t surprised when he falls asleep, nor is she surprised he stays asleep for the rest of the night and well into the next day.
He didn’t even budge as she pushed off the couch, cleaning up their mess. But she didn’t mind. He needed to rest.
**
Jonah didn’t have as hard a time after that night. She would still fuck him to sleep each night, but now it was more of his choice instead of his body’s. He just liked feeling her inside of him, filling him up, stretching him just like the day she impregnated him. It felt calming, grounding.
“I called my mom. She said she could help us for the first few weeks. Especially when we get back from the hospital.”
Jonah nods, folding the little giraffe onesie in his hand and moving on to the next one.
“She can stay in the guest room. It’s not like it’s being used at the moment.”
Katie nods, grabbing the pile of folded onesies from Jonah and placing them in the drawer of the nursery dresser.
“Did you ever talk to your parents?” She finishes tucking the tiny little clothes into the drawer and closes it, sitting on the floor next to Jonah.
Jonah nods, leaning back on one hand, rubbing his belly with the other.
“I think mom is warming up to the idea of a grandchild. She said she bought some diapers and a stroller. She wants us to let her know when the pup arrives so she can meet them.”
Katie nods, getting on her hands and knees in front of Jonah, smiling softly.
“It’s ok if you don’t want them around you know. Just because they’re family doesn’t mean you have to have them around.”
Jonah hums, leaning back on both hands now.
“I know. But I do want them in my life. But if they start doing stupid shit I’m cutting them off immediately.”
Katie grins, knowing full well that he meant every word.
“I’ll be right there with you.”
She bends down and places a kiss on the top of his belly, whispering to the little pup inside.
“Your daddy is such a brave man. He won’t let anyone hurt you. And neither will I.”
A sudden kick startles both of them into a fit of laughter, and it lasts for several minutes before Jonah has to rush to the bathroom before he pees himself.
Katie lays on the floor of the nursery, looking around at the light green walls, the simple crib and rug, the little toys Jonah couldn’t resist buying, and she knows they can do this.
**
“I called the doula. She said she’d be here soon. How are you feeling?”
“Like my hips are trying to break free from my body,” Jonah groans, leaning against the bed, swaying his hips back and forth. He’d been like this for the past hour.
“She said to keep doing whatever feels comfortable. And to keep track of how much time passes between each contraction.”
Jonah looks over at the bedside table at the clock, noting it had been 5 minutes since the last one. He was getting closer.
Katie paces at the end of the bed, trying to calm her racing nerves as Jonah breathes through another contraction, his dick achingly heavy between his legs.
“I think my dick might actually fall off,” he half jokes, the heavy bowling ball between his hips shifting lower. He has to bend his knees, widening his stance to relieve the pressure on his hips, but his balls hurt. They’re so heavy and swollen.
“Do you want me to fuck you before she gets here? Maybe it will help like it did before?”
She pauses her pacing just long enough to offer, but Jonah shakes his head, leaning his forehead down on the bed, groaning softly.
“No, it’s okay. I can handle this. Maybe.”
Katie scoffs but doesn’t argue, going back to her pacing. Jonah didn’t pay much attention to her, instead focusing on his body shifting and preparing. He’s thankful though when he hears the knock at the door, practically drowning in Katie’s scent of relief when she rushes out of the room to welcome the doula.
The woman comes in a few minutes later, a gentle kind smile on her face. She’s older, but Jonah had liked her smile the most. That’s why he chose her.
“Hi dear, how’s it going?” she asks calmly, placing her bag down on the floor and grabbing a pair of gloves.
Jonah smiles through the pain.
“Okay right now. Definitely feeling the pressure though.”
She nods, slipping the gloves on and then moving towards him, looking between his legs at his swollen cock and balls.
“You’re definitely in labor,” she says. “I’m going to check you okay? Let me know if I need to stop.”
Jonah nods, not really caring at the moment as long as she helps him get through all of this.
She places a hand on the small of his back to brace him and then reaches under his heavy belly to squeeze his balls. The feeling makes him hiss and Katie’s low growl comes from the other side of the room, her scent heavy in his nose.
“He’s okay,” the doula placates, still massaging him but keeping an eye out for Katie. He could tell she was used to this.
Her fingers move down lower, the pad of her pointer finger pressing to the head of his cock.
“You’re pretty far along. I think we might be meeting your pup sooner rather than later.”
She pulls back and Katie takes her place, scenting over his shoulder as he groans through another contraction.
“Just keep doing what’s comfortable. If you need to move or switch positions, let us know.”
Jonah nods but savors the affection from Katie, not realizing how much he needed it. He didn’t want her to fret over him, but having her close like this, scenting him, it made him feel so much better.
**
“Push on 3. 1…2…3…”
Jonah bears down, groaning as he feels his cock spreading around the pup he’s been growing for 9 months. Everything in his body was screaming to protect, provide, and push, so he listened and did as he was told.
He’d changed positions a few moments ago and knelt on his knees, leaning onto Katie, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She continued to scent him, her hands rubbing his back and shoulders.
The doula was on the floor next to them, monitoring everything and making sure he was okay. He’s so glad he chose not to do this in the hospital, even if it meant no epidural.
“You’re doing so well,” Katie says softly, leaving a kiss on his temple and brushing her fingers through his hair. Sweat gathered on his brow and she wiped it off, doing whatever she could to make him as comfortable as possible.
The doula’s fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, massaging it slowly, drawing out the pup and he could feel it moving further down, stretching him out. Amniotic fluid dribbled out of him, mixed with cum and slick, all produced to help ease the pup out of him.
He bore down again, pushing as hard as he could, breaking off with a gasp when the head of his pup finally breaches past the base of his cock.
“There they are,” the doula whispered, her fingers still working at his cock and balls. “You’re doing great Jonah.”
Jonah scoffed but didn’t respond, his whole body trembling and exhausted. But he was determined to meet his little pup.
“They better look like me,” he jokes, resting his forehead on Katie’s shoulder. “Katie can’t get all the credit.”
Katie chuckles, running her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, kissing his temple.
“I would never take this accomplishment away from you. Especially since I still want more pups in the future.”
Jonah shakes his head, completely serious when he answers. “I’m never doing this again. You can keep your stupid dick away from me.”
Katie just hums and nods, knowing full well when his heat comes roaring back after having been gone for 9 months, he would eat his words.
They continue like this for a while, Jonah breathing through contractions and pushing at the command of the doula, and Katie taking care of him as he struggles.
Jonah screams through the latest push, the head of his cock stretched impossibly far around their pup’s head.
“That’s it! I see the head.”
Jonah wanted to sob, the searing pain of the stretch making his whole body hurt. If he could see his dick right now he just knows it would be massive.
“There’s a lot of hair. Dark like yours,” the doula says, and Jonah smiles through the tears, excited to finally meet their little one.
Determined, he bares down again, pushing through the pain as the head slowly, inch by inch, spreads him open. It’s so heavy now the doula has to hold his cock, keeping him from straining it too far. She massages the base of his cock, urging the pup further down, and as he pushes again he lets out a loud scream, not holding back until the head of his pup pops out, making his hips jerk.
His chest is heaving, his breasts leaking now. They were still just swollen pecs, but he knew they would round out soon as the pup started to feed more and more. The warm liquid dripping from his nipples turns him on despite himself and he pushes again, the pup’s shoulders pressing up against the head of his cock. The slit is stretched so wide he could probably fit his whole fist in there, if not more considering the size of his pup’s head that just popped out of there.
“Only a few more pushes to go, Jonah. You’re almost there.”
Jonah braces himself, clenching his fingers in the back of Katie’s shirt, and then he’s baring down once more, feeling the burning pain as the pup’s shoulders stretch him open even more. The doula’s fingers press past his stretched urethra, shifting the pup’s shoulders, and then suddenly there’s a flood of fluids dripping out of him, his pup slipping out and into the hands of the doula.
Shrill, wet sounding cries fill the air and Jonah nearly collapses against Katie.
“Oh my god,” she sobs, holding him and helping him turn around, so he’s leaning back against her chest.
“Congratulations on your baby boy,” the doula says grinning. She passes the squirmy baby over to Jonah and he takes the tiny little boy with shaky hands, holding him close to his chest.
Sobs work through both of them as they stare down at their perfect little boy, his little nose scrunched up and face red in anger.
“Welcome to the world Isaiah,” Jonah says through his tears.
Katie brushes a trembling hand over the pup’s head, her own tears turning her face red. “He’s absolutely perfect.”
It was everything they could ever wish for.
**
Shrill cries echo through the speaker of the baby monitor and Jonah groans, turning to see the clock reading 3 in the morning.
Katie shifts in her sleep, but continues to snore, exhausted. Jonah felt bad that she’d been doing everything around the house while he recovered, but he couldn’t have done anything even if he wanted to. Even with her mom here, they were all run ragged.
His cock ached something fierce for the first two weeks after the birth, and even now he struggled relieving his bladder. The doctors assured him it was normal, that his body was just adjusting back to normal, but he still didn’t like it. They’d at least given him some ointment to apply when it got bad.
He looked once more at Katie, at her hair all over the place, her arms stretched up over her head, and he smiled softly, kissing her forehead before slipping out of bed.
He still walked with a bit of a limp, his hips still sore, but it wasn’t as bad now.
The nursery room door sat ajar and he smiled as he walked in, looking at his beautiful bundle of joy wrapped up in his favorite panda onesie.
“Hi baby boy,” he whispered, lifting him out of the crib and bouncing him gently in his arms. He shuffled over to the rocking chair, settling down and lifting his shirt up, bringing his pup’s lips to his swollen nipples.
Isaiah latched almost immediately, his little lips pulling roughly at his sore nipples. Nursing had proved easy enough since Isaiah latched well, but he still wasn’t used to the feeling of the pulling sensation. And even though it’s only been a few weeks, his breasts had swollen enough to be considered B’s. He pretended to hate it when Katie mentioned it, but he liked it. More than he thought he would. And he knew Katie could see it.
He looked down at the pup in his arms, his little cheeks chubby and red, the dark hair on his head thick and straight. His little fingers stretch and close on his breast, patting at it as he drinks, and Jonah watches his eyes droop.
Katie’s mom had left only a few days ago, but they were still trying to get into a rhythm. Isaiah woke every few hours to feed, and Katie had to go back to work soon so she was trying to get as much time with him as she could. But even Jonah could see how exhausted she was. He felt the same way.
“You’re a handful little one,” he murmurs softly, patting his butt as he feeds. “But you’re still perfect.”
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!
Fill for request:
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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