Trans single father who got himself pregnant and hes in his late 50s XD
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| The Pregnant Old Man
Type: MPREG, implied male x male
WARNINGS: MPREG, SMUT, old age, risky pregnancy, self pleasure, use of toys, bullying at work?
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“Mhm…” A man with grey hairs, whined in pain as he rubbed his aching hips, his large belly jostling with every movement…
It’s common for pregnancy to be challenging but for the nearly sixty year old man, pregnancy was pure torture. Being pregnant humbled him entirely and really highlighted how unsuited pregnancy was for his frail old body.
His brittle and stiff bones simply couldn’t handle the heavy weight and pressure of his round gut. Even the joys of pregnancy were marred by painful aches. Every single kick and push against his growing womb, bruised the saggy skin on his thick belly and often left him clutching the area.
Still what was worse was the shame that arose from his sudden pregnancy. He had always received unwanted stares, being a trans man, but nothing could have prepared him for the judgement and disgust in people’s eyes when they saw his large gut sticking out from under his knitted sweaters. He too grew ashamed of the thing, trying to conceal the fact from his family and friends.
A pregnant man was already a bizarre thing, but what was even more bizarre was a man of his age, carrying a baby as large as the one he carried. Even he found himself disgusted with the rapid changes in his body, detesting the way his breast would leak and his naval protruded harshly.
For the old man, the news of pregnancy was a great shock. He never intended to get pregnant, especially not when he was nearing retirement. All he wanted was to have a fun and “find himself” but all he found was a baby in his belly.
Everyday was a battle with his thick stomach. Most mornings he’d huff and puff, struggling to get up from his bed. His back would receive no rest and feel incredibly sore. His white pajama shirts would be completely soaked in his breast milk and too small, often exposing the wrinkly and spotted skin on his belly.
Every morning, he’d waddle around and get ready, struggling to fit his thick belly under his knitted sweaters. Many times, he’d simply give up, letting his bare belly hang and leaving his khaki pants unbuttoned.
At the office he’d endure nasty comments and playful touches from his coworkers. The sudden surge of his belly seemed to have hurt his reputation. Many colleagues, including the younger ones, lost respect for the older man. He couldn’t blame them, he really was a disgrace but still he hated the way his younger coworkers would poke and pinch his underbelly.
Matters worsened as his pregnancy progressed and his belly grew bigger and bigger. Even just attending work became a challenge and he opted to working from home. There he could at least walk around without constricting his belly in tight shirts and could openly soothe his belly when it shifted awkwardly.
With the time getting closer, he began to fear labor. His frail hips and old birthing hole, surely would not be able to birth the large baby banging against his huge womb. After researching, the old man learned that intercourse helps with labor. His issue was that no one in their right mind would fuck a heavily pregnant sixty year old man. Nor would his massive belly make the act feasible.
So, he opted to doing it himself. He would stretch his birthing hole and hopefully train his frail hips for the painful labor in sight.
Shortly after his decision, a large package arrived at his place. The package contained a variety of dildo’s, all ranging in various sizes, and toys that he could stuck up his thick and plump cunt.
That night, he organized the dildos on his bed, removing his tight pants, but still leaving his tight knitted vest on. His thick belly pressed hard against his thick thighs as he bent forward, arching his back. He whimpered at the act, pain shooting through his back. Without prepping he took a random dildo and simply shoved the item into him.
Immediately he cried as the thing prodded deep against his sensitive womb. His tight cunt, leaked as it suctioned around the plastic.
His fat cunt was too tight, too small, even the mere dildo left him crying and withering in pain, how would he be able to get his baby out?
With more passion, he pressed the thing deeper in, his eyes widening in pain, more creases forming around his sunken eyes. Tears leaked down his wrinkly face, drenching the grey stubble around his clenched jaw. Still, he pulled the thing out and plunged it in deeper, his legs parting more as his cunt leaked, now coating his thick spotted thighs.
His desperate cries carried through the room but, still he persisted, clutching and rubbing his thick belly, reminding himself it was all for his growing child. With the item still in him, he shakily walked to his bed, resting his weak back against his sheets and slowly lifted his legs. He quickly grabbed another dildo, bigger than the last, and replaced the one in his leaking cunt with the larger one.
The large thing wrecked and pressed against his organs, filling and expanding his belly out more. His poor hips felt as though they were tearing from just the tip of the large dildo. He whimpered and whined, massaging his weak hips but still pressing the thing deeper into his tight cunt.
He heaved and panted, his thick belly rising up and down as he withered around the bed. Finally, he plunged the entire thing in and threw his head back in pain and slight pleasure. With shaky hands, he started to move the thing in and out, moaning and grunting as his cunt stretched around the large item.
He shuddered and slobbered all over his face, his belly glistening under the dim light in his room. He teased his cunt, pleasing himself until finally he spasmed and came all over his veiny spotted hand. Lacking all energy, he collapsed onto his bed, his large gut towering over him, leaving him breathless and exhausted as the heavy weight pressed into his stiff joints and bones.
He lacked all energy to move, leaving the large dildo in him, as he drifted into a deep slumber. Even as he slept, his belly still shifted as his child kicked, stretching his tired skin more…
Tomorrow, he would have to do the very same thing to his fat cunt. One of the many struggles of his pregnancy…
