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do you have any nonsphere category 3 male hybrids?

These are hard to discern as while they start male, the transition can sometimes leave them with only female traits. Granted the presence of any discerning traits is a blessing to identify the differences between male and female hybrids. With that in mind, there are still cases that meet the specifications of your question. A lesser brood mother case under the designation FB-209, which detailed a man who experienced a more gradual transformation.

alienpreg

Does the ACC have any incidents of men not only becoming feminine while pregnant but also begin to develop bimbo like qualities? (Like ditzy personality, lips, and other body modifications caused by said pregnancy)

While direct changes as described aren't a normal occurrence, there are some species which has exhibited traits similar to what was described. However, each one is so noticeable and draws such attention that all cases are quickly contained before any probable outbreaks occur. Due to this we can list several cases but have the first case which was documented to use as an example.

trtyutr

Thinking about a radioactive pregnancy, where any who comes into proximity to it becomes pregnant themselves. The effect is stronger logarithmically the closer you get. Imagine accidentally bumping into them, and waddling away from a massive baby bump you did not have seconds ago.

gravidwithlore

Conspiracy theory: that one conservative senator that's missing due to "health issues" but no one can confirm that they've seen or talked to him, is actually just insanely knocked up and went into hiding until he can give birth. Clearly everyone around him is being suspiciously secretive because they're ashamed of anyone finding out he's a breeding slut. He could even be in labor right now, moaning and crying while the first of his big bastards spreads him further than he'd ever thought possible. I say, he should just come out and embrace it! They want people to rush to get pregnant and breed more babies than they can support, don't be a hypocrite!Lead by example and be the change you want to see in the world!

bustybounty

How about something in the spirit of Easter season? Like maybe a cursed (or blessed, depending on perspective) set of bunny ears that some poor unsuspecting guy puts on a a joke...only to find out now he has to lay all the eggs for this year, swelling up with them all at once

Just an innocent pair of shiny, ancient bunny ears that looked extra cute for a silly Easter costume, and oops...now all of a sudden, he's feeling a surging sensation in his stomach...or somewhere in his midsection, at the very least... An increased pressure, that suddenly spurts into fruition with a swelling, bouncing belly full of heavy, numerous bumps!

"What the--fuck! What did these ears do??" He tries taking them off, but they don't work. He looks down and his belly is even bigger - so much so that it starts taking up more and more of his field of view. It looks like it's his turn to be the Easter Bunny this year. Though his body seems more ready than his mind. His cock is already spurting, surging waves of throbs under such a tremendous belly as it crushes walls and everything around it... furniture, vehicles, houses.

He was just so full of these eggs, they sometimes moved too, and due to the sheer amount, it created a wave of nervous pleasure, manifesting from deep in his belly and traveling to the center of his brain. "I'm so...full..."

He had no idea how he was going to lay all these eggs, or how long it'd take, but for now, he'd just enjoy the ride while he was at his fullest~

bustybounty

Transmission:

“Mission Control? This is the Commander of [redacted] speaking. It is with... great apprehension that I must announce we’ll very soon be accepting new crewmates onboard the spacecraft. We don’t know much about what the alien that attacked one of our Flight Engineers planted within his body, but in the three following weeks it has expanded... *massively.*

While the rapidly growing Flight Engineer has continued his duties in the meantime, the activity and sheer size of his abdomen has begun to hamper his ability to work and is beginning to worry the other crew members. We’re not sure how much longer his belly will be able to handle whatever it is that’s inside it, but we will continue to monitor the situation

The scientists aboard the spacecraft are working overtime to find out more about this strange alien pregnancy, though it's hard to really find data on it anywhere. The alien that breached the ship and filled up the Flight Engineer's body with... 'something' wasn't of any well known species, and the little information the scientists had of it actually mentioned that these aliens do not mate with each other. Asexual reproduction was a prediction, but an unreliable one, considering they were very complex beings, but that was the leading theory on this species' reproduction method.

Of course, now they have a new theory as to how these aliens reproduce, or at least an additional way to do it, the method being, well, impregnating beings of other, completely different species and letting the amorphous slimy spheroids grow and mature inside the body of the 'vessel'.

It was clear that the Flight Engineer was pregnant, as he was exhibiting normal human pregnancy behaviors, though a lot of hormonal and overall physiological aspects were greatly amplified compared to usual pregnancy levels. It made sense, as the man's belly was gigantic, bigger than his whole body after only three weeks, meaning he needed more nutrients and hormones than ever to keep those...creatures healthy inside him. Perhaps his soon to be children?...The crew hoped the gestation period was nearing the end as his growth had been out of control, to the point he worried he couldn't handle it and could burst at any moment! Thankfully, his skin was a lot stretchier than he gave it credit for, and that didn't seem like it'd happen now. It was unfortunate that he had to stop working from getting too pregnant, but he really needed that extra rest.

The crew was as helpful as they could be, but after another week, the room where he slept on was becoming dominated by his colossal, shaking, wobbling belly, as the egg-like slimy beings inside squirmed more and more. It was expected for them to be delivered somewhere between 2 weeks and a month's time, though having that timeframe to look forward to didn't exactly inspire the crew. It was only an estimate from the science team with the extra info they collected by analyzing his pregnancy, so it wasn't fully reliable. They worried his belly could become too big and heavy for the ship to handle, since there was still a long time to go, considering his growth rate.

At least he didn't seem as worried himself anymore, the belly rubs from all the crew members secretly made him blush, and he was starting to like the attention...His mind having drifted from thinking he'd burst at any moment, to wondering how huge he could get...

bustybounty

Using an 8-ball to ask questions about one's own pregnancy is a dubious idea, but especially when it's a magic 8-ball that always answers with vague hints towards immensity whenever someone asks it, especially when that magic 8-ball adds a few extra to their womb whenever asked. Someone might ask "Will I ever stop growing?" and it'll just respond "Try asking again." as their womb extends out another few inches...

They asked again, as the 8-ball said so... "Will I stop ever stop growing?" answered by "Cannot predict that now", almost as if there's an implication that somehow, that pregnancy of theirs, which is already considerably larger than most full term pregnancies, could keep on growing indefinitely. Surely the 8-ball was wrong, right? One couldn't be sure, they were already so big, and grew another few inches after asking about it...

The connection that the 8-ball was adding to the womb size with its magical properties was eventually made, due to the convenient timing of their growth spurts immediately following questions, which made them want to ask: "If I stop asking questions after this, will my pregnancy's growth rate return to normal?" It seemed like a genius question. It'd guarantee that the 8-ball was the real culprit behind the extraordinary growth, and there'd be an easy way of stopping it. The problem was, the 8-ball responded... "Don't count on it."

Their eyes widened, and then turned to look to their belly, that grew bigger again, and as they felt it touch the floor from a standing position, the thought that they might continue on swelling rapidly even without asking questions made them realize just how...good it all felt.

All the 8-ball really did was show just how colossal that pregnant cutie was going to get. Though as their shock and worry turned to horny curiosity, they would ask one final question to the 8-ball: "Is there a limit to how much I can grow?"

The 8-ball responded with a clear, straight forward answer this time. "Definitely not."

That was all they needed to read, as they felt the walls of the room crumbling under the pressure of their belly...

alienpreg

Alien Hybrid Log 2

After dealing with 'G' and the discovery that alien hybrid having the ability to self propagate, there was concern that there may be other biological changes which hybrids can experience. Due to the difficulty of discerning alien hybrids before impregnation, many must now be examined after their pregnancies to ensure hybrids aren't released into the population without proper awareness of their... unique situation.

bellyvirtues

Rapid pregnancy that lasts nine Days instead of nine Months.

Even going overdue by a few days has dire consequences since the baby is progressing a month per day. AND the labour takes the same amount of time as a normal pregnancy, the baby continuing to grow as long as its inside you, so its a race against time to get the baby out before it wrecks your body.

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The Squire (3/3)

part one - part two

“So, what you’re saying is you’re the local dragon’s cock sleeve?” Melody asked, her fingers working your sore ankles.

You nodded, closing your eyes as the massage soothed your aching, swollen joints. One day to go, you told yourself, and the day after that, you’d be giving birth in the dragon’s den. You had not stopped growing. The hunger hadn’t slowed, either - you hadn’t gained any fat, except maybe on your chest, but somehow the dragons still leeched your energy faster than your body could produce it.

Melody snickered, genuinely amused. “Must be fun.”

You shrugged, moaning as she worked a particularly sore knot. Sitting sideways on your bed with your back against the wall, pillows supporting you, she could massage your feet while you rested. “I mean… It’s good sex, but try getting emotionally close to a giant fucking lizard.”

The girl nodded. “True…”

You sighed again, rubbing your aching chest. You’d given up on shirts, for now, since the only time you left your room was to march slowly to the latrines - Melody had somehow gotten a few days off and had been working tirelessly to keep your endless appetite sated. You’d gone through two loaves this morning, and though your stomach felt full of rocks, you suspected you’d be hungry again by this evening. You wished there was a way to just have someone else pump you full of food the way the dragon pumped your guts full of cum.

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The Squire (2/3)

part one - part three

Two weeks. The hunger hadn’t stopped, and you felt grumpier than usual. When you ate massive amounts of dinner in the feast hall, a few of the other squires jeered, making comments about you “looking more like a real knight” and suggesting you lay off the seconds and thirds. You snapped back at them enough to make them all fall sheepishly quiet, but still pulled at your loose shirt as if it would hide the swell from the world.

When it was finally your turn to get in armor and practice jousting, the other squires cracked jokes about you needing a new gambeson. You made a convenient excuse about your ankle being tender, and instead perched yourself in the bleachers to watch as the other boys ran the horses around the ring a bit.

You’d grown, and people had noticed. Your nipples, which you initially thought were safe from the dragon’s curse, had started to get puffy and red, aching occasionally. You’d been resisting the urge to rub your belly, which now showed as a little hump under your tunic, when you saw Sir Abernathy puffing up the steps to meet you.

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The Squire - 1/3

part two - part three

Sorry to goof this one! Part one must not have gone through. Hope you folks enjoy! I really enjoyed this prompt.

- Dragon Jack

12. A young squire on the cusp of knighthood is sent off to a dragons lair, to prove his strength by performing a knight’s greatest act of bravery… Not slaying the dragon, but becoming pregnant with its eggs.

A week after the dragon burned down the second barn, the city held a meeting. The next morning, the town crier was bellowing that the knights’ order would be sending someone to appease the beast.

You hadn’t counted on it being you.

Your knight, Sir Abernathy, was a middle-aged man whose knee had been acting up lately, and you’d prided yourself on attending every sweat-soaked tournament he did, hauling bags of armor and working the many buckles involved till the callouses grew on your fingers like mold.

While bent over a hot breakfast of oats, your knight came to sit across from you, grunting as he slid onto the bench.

You couldn’t help yourself from worrying. “Are you going to go?” you asked, almost dropping your spoon. “Sir, a dragon is no laughing matter!”

The man chuckled and shook his head, stroking a salt-and-barely-peppered beard. “No, lad, I think it’s time for you to take this one. Me and the other knights have decided this will be your test.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. You were a strong young man - past marrying age, for sure - but usually they would knight a squire at the age of 25 or so, not 21. “Me? Are you sure?”

His gray eyes twinkled. “It’s well past time for you to be carrying around my armor, boy. And we doubt any of us old men will appease the dragon.”

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flowers

hello~ i’ve written a lot of fanfic and now i decided to write smth for this blog! i’d like to go by the alias apple. hope someone enjoys xo —apple

it was getting harder and harder every day. gardening was the one thing you took care of in your giant home. your wealthy life equated to having a cook, a maid, someone to landscape the yard. but you took care of the flowers.

you liked taking care of things. flowers, your husband, and your soon to be children.

you heaved your way back into your home, making your way to the dining room, where your cook waited, asking what you would like for dinner.

it was early evening, but after a long afternoon in the garden, you wouldn’t be able to wait for your husband to come home to eat. you knew you’d be hungry in another hour anyways.

“pasta,” you tell your cook, and she flies into the kitchen set to make your meal.

as you wait, you read through a few gardening magazines and checked the news on your phone. you let out a sigh as a text came through from your ever busy husband, telling you he would be working later than normal.

your cook came back in to serve your big plate of pasta and you tried to scoot in as much as possible. it still left you a foot or so from the table. you scooped the pasta into your mouth eagerly, and after dropping a few pieces onto your large belly, you eventually laid a napkin over it.

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need

mod note: warning for some dialogue that may be triggering for those who struggle with weight gain.

more fluffy smut xo —apple

your boyfriend was finally home. thank god. you’ve been stuck in your bed all day. you’ve tried to watch movies to get your mind off how horny you are but it’s so hard, especially when you’re so big.

you’re reaching the 8 month mark, and you can’t even recognize yourself. your tits are the size of your head, resting on your dome of a belly, holding all of your brood.

you knew fertility medication would be risky, but really, you didn’t mind being stuffed full of five children, all growing big and healthy. you knew big babies were common in your boyfriend’s family.

along with your giant belly that rests between your legs, your thighs and hips have stretched out too. they’ve become plush with fat, making sure your body is comfortable as you grow your boyfriend’s babies.

your boyfriend walks into your room, grinning when he sees the pained expression on your face as you try to get up to greet him.

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Brian (Part 1)

part two

This is my first attempt at mpreg. The inspiration came from an old request for a straight man who inexplicably becomes addicted to anal sex. Thing is, he’s also VERY fertile. –Body Hostage

I.

Brian was a successful man, in a boring sort of way.

After graduating from law school, he joined a respectable law firm. He made partner in his early forties despite only moderate levels of ambition. In the meantime, he had gotten married to an appropriate woman at an appropriate age. They had bought a house with an appropriate number of bathrooms. He’d taken up golf, given up smoking, learned to drink scotch, posed in front of famous landmarks, bought a sportscar, and built a respectable investment portfolio.

Brian didn’t mind being boring, even when it came to sex. He and his wife made love once or twice a month, generally in the same fashion. They had tried to mix things up with special outfits and toys over the years, but for the most part, these items had been used only once. Still, Brian’s wife seemed satisfied with the frequency of his attentions, and Brian could watch internet porn in his home office when she wasn’t in the mood.

Brian only watched two kinds of porn: straight and girl-on-girl. He knew that many other types of porn were available, but he never strayed from his vanilla preferences. After all, they had always worked for him, and he was too old to familiarize himself with whole new genres of erotica at this point.

One night, Brian was in a hurry. He searched for “camp counselors three-way” in his preferred porn search engine and clicked on the first link, carelessly, without properly looking at the thumbnail.

To his surprise, the clip was not straight porn. It wasn’t even girl-on-girl porn. It was… gay porn.

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Brian (Part 2)

part one

IV.

For a few days after that night with the college football star, Brian continued to tell himself he’d get the abortion. He had to, after all. That was obvious.

But somehow, there was always a reason not to dial the number. He was busy… His wife was nearby… He hadn’t done enough research… He had a headache…

Eventually, he stopped even trying to come up with excuses. He knew they were meaningless. An abortion was the last thing he wanted.

From then on, whenever he wasn’t thinking about getting jackhammered by his favourite daddies, he secretly caressed his growing belly and marvelled at its contents. He wondered whose babies they were, how big he would soon become, what it would feel like to give birth. Most of all, he wondered how many babies he could pack himself with.

His desperation to find the answer to that question – together with an increasingly potent cocktail of hormones – led Brian to schedule more and more hookups. He found that his belly didn’t get in the way at all. In fact, being pregnant made getting called a whore and violently fucked by “daddy” on a filthy mattress all the more delicious. And the rounder and heavier he got, the more attention he received on the app.

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Training Camp: The Accident

I’m a big fan of the original Training Camp so I decided to write a spin off story rather than a sequel based on one of the side characters from the original.

You should definitely go read the original Training Camp before reading this, all credit to the original author for a fantastic story.

If this gets a good reception I may write more. hope you enjoy.

My blog here.

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I had really been dreading this camp. My father had forced me to join a special weightlifting team to continue his legacy and I was not as excited as he was about it. I certainly enjoyed weightlifting, but not to the extent that he thought I did.

He had searched for the best ways to fast track my career and found out about a bonding retreat that had been doing some cutting-edge research and seemed to be getting some fantastic results. So, one week before the first competition I found myself loaded onto a bus heading to some undisclosed location with a bunch of guys I didn’t know.

The whole ride there some guy towards the back of the bus was bragging to his friend about how much sex he had been having. Honestly, he seemed like quite an ass, the fuck'em and leave ‘em type. And based on his expression the guy sitting next to him seemed to think so as well.

After what felt like hours we arrived at the hostel. The place looked amazing, an Olympic sized pool, several gyms, and large grounds with several tents set up nearby. We were quickly brought into one of the tents where several doctors and nurses began examining us. we stripped down and were measured all over and then led to a line of chairs outside of the tent on the greens. we all sat, still nude as the doctors and nurses restrained our arms to the chairs before taking blood and giving us all some injections.

Once finished they all left the area, I took a quick look around at the other guys around me, I was definitely not the smallest, but I was on the lower end of the spectrum. Such a confidence booster. I wish I could put my hands over my cock. I looked up again and recognized the guy to my right, he was the guy who had been sitting next to the fuckboy on the bus, I turned to talk to him right as the coach cleared his throat.

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