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Hi! You can just call me Professor, and my pronouns are they/them. This is my mpreg (and sometimes nbpreg!) (and tfpreg on request!) kink blog with a focus on creative writing. Feel free to use my posts as prompts for your own writing or art, too!!!
DMs and asks are always open, and I'd LOVEEE to make more friends in the mpreg kink space!!!!! Feel free to drop by even if you just want to chat! :]
I don't roleplay with strangers, sorry.
But I do like getting kink asks! ...Even if/when it might take me a bit to respond. I also probably just won't respond if I have no idea how to.
Feel free to make requests, though if it doesn't speak to me I probably just won't respond.
I'm asexual, so my posts will probably reflect that. It's not that I'm sex-repulsed, but I do lose interest at the thought of intercourse 98% of the time.
⚠️ It's also worth noting that I don't want asks about the real-life me getting pregnant: that is a hard boundary. However, wanting me to knock you up may (emphasis on the uncertain "may") be on the table, even if I can't guarantee I'll be good at sexy talk. 😅
Things I'm into:
-Mpreg (the guy always has a uterus, though I may or may not make transness relevant)
-Nbpreg
-Alien preg
-Robot preg
-Interspecies preg
-Constant preg
-Unknown pregnancy
-Pregnancy denial
-Singlets
-Multiples
-High order multiples, though not to a hyperpreg degree
-Superfetation
-Birth
-Difficult birth
-Birth denial
-Clothed birth
-Dubcon
-Medical neglect
-I'm sure there will be more: I'll update this post as it becomes relevant.
Things I'm neutral about:
-Tfpreg (I'm into tfpreg, like, platonically. It just doesn't get me off. I may still write about it anyway, though, especially on request!)
-Noncon
-Monster preg/birth
-Orgasmic birth
Things I'm not into (no judgements, just not my thing):
-Cis fpreg
-Cis mpreg
-Eggpreg/oviposition
-Vore
-Hyperpreg
-Detrans
-Furry (and furry preg)
-Petplay
-Again, will update this post as more becomes relevant. :]
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Two Hour Story (2310 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character
Characters: Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Original Trans Character(s)
Additional Tags: Apocalypse, Nuclear Apocalypse, Childbirth, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Post-Apocalypse, Mpreg, labor, Birth, Pregnancy Kink, birth kink
Summary:
Short Apocalypse Birth Story <3
Originally published 08 Jul 2018
No one plans for the end of the world, it just happens. It was just another catastrophic shock in the black hole that was his life, layers upon layers of disappointment and mishaps just kept piling on and he knew most of his own misfortune was because of his own mistakes. Like forgetting his birth control or not using a condom and driving away his loving boyfriend because of his own frustrations.
It was almost unbelievable, after taking months to get past the initial shock of finding out that he was carrying a life inside of him and forcing a sort of solitude upon himself without his boyfriend that the TV switched to a blaring message about national safety. At first, he had thought it was one of those old drills he had seen as a kid, but he knew it wasn't as outside his house the emergency sirens blared and his blood ran cold at the sound when he sat up from his cocoon on the couch and struggled free of the sheets.
Moving so quickly wasn't an easy feat for him, not when he was nearly nine months pregnant and according to his last check up way above prime weight. He blamed himself once again for being so overweight even before he was pregnant, but his focus was taken off of his own pity for a moment as he looked outside his bedroom window where the families across the street were tossing bags into the backs of their cars and shoving their kids into the back seats. It was serious, must be, of course, it was with the sirens and what was on his TV, he felt sick to his stomach with fear as he hurried back over to flip to the news station.
They were talking about terrorists or anarchists or something and for a moment he thought it was actually happening, the nukes everyone joked about online and complained about not needing. He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard his doorbell ring before someone frantically banged on his door, moving to grab his phone off of the nightstand to see he had 37 missed calls and texts, "Shit." They were all from his boyfriend, his ex, no not his ex they hadn't really broken it off, he was downstairs waiting for him. Saving him or something of the sort.
He grabbed a clean shirt and changed into it as quickly as he could, pulling on some sweats with more of a struggle than he wished before he was waddling out of his room towards the living room with another few impatient rings of the doorbell and blows to the door. "Phillip! Open up!" It was definitely his boyfriend and he was serious, from the tone of his voice and the harshness of his raps, he guessed that he was still in a sort of shock. Just not moving as fast as he wished he could as he finally unlocked and opened the door, "For fucksake, Phil, I thought-"
They both didn't really know what he had thought but he could guess when his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug that left him breathless before he let go of him, "What's happening?"He asked in a weak voice, just seeing him there at his front door worried about him left his heart in his throat, though the other didn't respond before he pushed his way inside the house and closed the door behind him. "Marshal, what the hell is going on?"
"I'm getting your stuff, we've got to get out of the city."He said as he was jogging to his bedroom, their bedroom, Phillip stood there dumbfounded and just as confused as before, "What- Why?"He asked and followed behind his boyfriend to see him grabbing one of his suitcases and stuffing clothes into it then going to his bathroom to do the same with products, his hand went to his belly.
"They're bombing the place, haven't you seen the news?"He asked and gestured to the TV that was still on, the pregnant one blinked and felt his shock wash over into fear as he paled, Marshal didn't stop packing though, and went to the closet, "Where's your birthing bag?"While he threw things out of the closet.
"I-I-"He swallowed and the hand on his belly dropped lower to support the weight of his stomach after standing for even a few moments, the baby had dropped days ago but how were they going to have a baby fleeing terrorists or whatever the hell was going on, "It's in there."He said after a few moments of his boyfriend looking for it and finally dragging the duffle bag out of the closet, turning to Phillip again to see him panicked.
"Hey, it's okay. We're getting out of here, we've got hours before the explosion. We can get out of here."He held his face and kissed him as he lowered his head just a bit to face the shorter, stockier man, his hands going down to meet his on his belly, "We'll get to my parent's house in the next state, their's a hospital right next to them."He didn't wait for a response as he nodded at his pregnant boyfriend and kissed him again before grabbing the bags and leaving the room, "Come on, put on your shoes."
Phillip moved then to hurry and follow behind Marshal, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on as he slipped his feet into his shoes, hissing as his stomach felt uneasy and his hand pressed more against the bump. His fat had stretched around his womb and it was obvious he was pregnant even though some people still just thought he had one big beer belly. It was tight beneath his hand and he leaned against the doorframe briefly as he watched Marshal pack up the back of his truck, "Come on, Phil, you can make it..."
He wasn't sure what was wrong with him at first, he had been eating some strange combinations for his cravings, maybe he just had to go, but this... He shut his eyes and breathed for a few moments, convincing himself it was just the stress as he shut his door behind himself and waddled his way over to the passengers' side door where Marshall helped him climb inside. Then went around to climb into the driver's side where he started up the truck and pulled off out of his driveway, he looked back in the side mirror and wondered just how long it would be until he would be back home or if it would even be there when they got back. If the baby came now they wouldn't have anything but a few changes of clothes for them, he guessed it was a good thing he could lactate.
It took hours to get out of the city with the traffic from all the people who had just the same idea as they did and the panic that was ensuing after the threat, they were still on the highway miles away from Marshall's parents or any close civilization when he knew something was happening to him. There had been pangs still and he tried to hold them in, ignoring them and shifting to a different position or pulling out his phone to check the time, but the tactics were slowly seizing to work altogether, they had been listening to the radio and it was slowly annoying him. Though he knew it was keeping them updated on what was happening in the city he could barely pay attention, his back was aching so much and he could only sit back and pretend to be sleeping until it happened.
There was a sound behind them, faint but loud enough to be heard from miles away and he opened his eyes to look into the rearview mirror where this bright burning ball was falling down into the skyline of their city, "Marshal!"He looked over to his boyfriend who was looking too, traffic was stopped and everyone was watching as it fell from the sky, and yet only for a moment, his focus was brought away from the sight as he cried aloud finally. His head fell back and his hand pushed out to grasp onto anything solid as he felt something open up inside of him and his eyes went wide with fear, nails dug into the arm of his boyfriend and the fabric of the headrest behind him. "Oh... Oh fuck... Oh no no..."
Marshal's eyes were dragged away by the sound his boyfriend made, as bright light washed over them and he knew he needed to get them out of there, they couldn't marvel over the burning of the city with a baby coming out of Phillip. "Why didn't you tell me? For god sake, you're in labor and the fucking world is ending-"He was complaining but the pregnant man couldn't even defend himself as he whined and there was pressure right at his opening, he looked frantically to Marshal but his boyfriend was focused on the road even with his hand clutching his shoulder, "Just breathe, I know, I know it hurts, just breathe with me, okay?" The dark-haired man started breathing as Phillip watched him and tried to copy what he was doing for only a few moments before he was screaming again.
The chair was so uncomfortable now and he was panicked, the first baby wasn't supposed to come out so easily, not after just a few hours, but here he was trying to lift himself from his seat with the belt still stuck around him, tucked beneath his fat belly and his tits and he could barely breathe he was freaking out so much. "No...No no no...." He was muttering and whimpering and squirming in his seat, even as Marshal had moved to grip his hand, knowing he was there wasn't even a relief he felt as if he was watching himself from the outside in and he was so embarrassed. He couldn't control his own body, it hurt so bad and he was gnashing down on his teeth as he groaned, "Fuck! Fuck! I can't-"
"Yes, you can, you can, babe. I knew you could from the moment you told me. You can do this." Marshal said and he was driving on the edge of the road, past the people in cars watching the explosions behind him, almost full speed to get them to the nearest exit or anywhere.
"It's too soon!" Phillip was struggling to unbuckle himself as he felt their baby coming, he was wet and he knew his water had broken miles back, he had been denying the inevitable but now he had no choice but to obey what his body wanted. Even with his pants still on, fully clothed, this baby was coming, he was going to have to give birth into his pants and he couldn't stop it. "Gnhhh!"He grunted as his head came back and he was pushing finally, glorious pushing, the pressure coming down and down finally as he held himself up off of the chair, every muscle in his body straining. The veins in his neck and forehead bulging as he pushed with all his might, his body knew what it was doing and the baby did too as the unborn infant came down lower and lower.
Inside his boxers, he felt his slit spread open and the fabric of his boxers stretch as he pushed that head out of him, "Mnhh..."He knew he had to keep himself from collapsing, the baby was there and he didn't want to hurt them, he couldn't, he loved them too much and that love was what kept him going as he panted, "Ha...Ha... Ohhh...Oh, burns..."He moaned and he felt Marshal glancing at him every few moments, he couldn't stop driving to help and he didn't ask him to, he had done most of this alone anyway and he could birth alone too. Mostly, at least, his nails dug into Marshal's skin and he heard his boyfriend hiss but he cried aloud over the sound as the head came with a rush of fluids and he braced his foot against the dashboard. Keeping himself hovering as that large baby head could be seen from the imprint in his soaking wet sweats, "Mngh..."
"Is it?" Marshal could barely finish before Philip was screaming again and the hand that had left its mark on his arm released its' death grip and frantically pushed at the sticky fabric of his pants, not caring who saw as the once-pregnant man moaned again. That head came forward more and this time when Marshal glanced he could see it as the neck came and then the shoulders and he almost crashed trying to watch it happen right there, the abnormally large baby squeezing its way out of its mother, first one shoulder and then another. Its chubby body was covered in whatever types of liquids Phillip had extruded finally slipping free and collapsing into the seat beneath Philip with a splash of fluids, almost instantly coming alive outside of the womb with shrill cries.
He couldn't believe his eyes and Philip couldn't believe his ears, nor the emptiness he felt within him, but the tugging of the cord between his legs brought him out of the reverie it was to have given birth, there wasn't any more pain, only ache and release as he reached down to feel that squirming little body. Their baby.
"What a fucking story to tell, "Marshal whispered and Phillip laughed as he weakly brought the child up into his arms through his thighs and his lowered pants and against his chest.
( originally posted for @/tummychallenge on Tumblr, reposting here on my alt writing account and also plugging my ao3)
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I had a dream about a blue alien race that conquered and destroyed other planets and civilisations, they had a whole colony that lived on this giant space ship.
The captain of the ship was basically of royal blood or whatever and he kept his lover (prisoner) an open secret, the prisoner was kept in a small apartment like complex along with their children.
Apparently in their culture once a child turns the age of 5 they are sent off to boarding school, the blue alien people didn’t believe in raising or finding connections with their children, but the prisoner did love and connect with his children which amused the captain so he kept the children around and kept impregnating the prisoner.
Eventually the prisoner formed a rebellion against the captain and took control over the ship with some help from others on board.
At the end of the dream the prisoner was controlling the ship as he lay in bed heavily pregnant but he had his children by his side.
Would you read a (somewhat wholesome) slice of life Mpreg story?
Yes I’d read it 😍
No I wouldn’t 🫥
Voting ended onNov 6, 2023
Here’s a little premise of the story thanks to my little ChatGbt buddy:
“In a world where advanced medical technology redefines the boundaries of parenthood, meet Apollo and Valarie, a devoted couple navigating the extraordinary path to becoming parents. With uterus transplants making either partner capable of pregnancy, their journey unfolds against the backdrop of modernity and the challenges of balancing work and love. As they face the heartbreak of infertility, unexpected success, and the strains of career ambitions, Apollo and Valarie’s relationship is put to the test. ‘A Date With Science’ is a heartwarming tale that explores the profound themes of supporting one’s partner, the realities of parenthood, and the resilience of love in the face of life’s most extraordinary twists.”
Now, I do adore writing, but I have trouble staying on the wagon regarding stuff like this. I wanted to pose the question to you all because I love these two characters, and I want to tell the story that I envision in my mind of them. It’s more of a slice-of-life romance that isn’t entirely about the Mpreg, but it does, of course, contain it. Most likely, it would be a part-by-part series. I am in the kink community, but I would say this type of thing is also a wholesome fixation for me, which is why I wanted to write about it. So.. tell me what you think!
So! This was kind of unexpected! I guess writing pregnancy stuff is what stretches my longer-oneshot muscles? This is basically the entire timeline from the start of the pregnancy up to just past the birth for the royal twins au. I wasn’t sure if I should have Atem be trans or what, so I wrote it so the reader can just decide for themselves. To those reading this out of context of the au, basically, somebody who doesn’t like him or his family made him host to punish him for what his family’s done to them. It’s a whole thing. It’s fun.
Wordcount: 3,206
Warnings: Mentions of vomit, and a birth scene, although it’s not too detailed. And male pregnancy.
Something was wrong with him.
He didn’t want to admit it- he had to be strong, for both his court and his people. He was Pharaoh, the incarnation of Horus- if some weakness had sprung up, he couldn’t let anyone know about it.
That didn’t mean it went away.
He didn’t see anything at first, just started getting tired more quickly whenever he practiced his magic. He was hungrier all the time too, and started hanging out in the gardens more to sneak fruits from the trees.
Mana was as energetic as ever, but one day when they played hide and seek, his legs fell asleep and he couldn’t get them to move again even when she found him.
“Prince?”
“Just… give me a moment.” He grunted, trying to wiggle out of the corner he was wedged in, but a jolt rode through his back and he fell on his face.
She giggled before hearing him groan in pain.
“Oh, that wasn’t- are you all right?” She helped him to his feet, and he stumbled forward, nearly collapsing on top of her. She raised a hand to his forehead, and her eyes widened. “Mahad! Something’s-”
“No, don’t… he’ll worry.” Atem mumbled. “It’s just… some bad meat, that’s all.”
She bit her lip. “Are you sure?”
“I am. I’m… going to go back to my room.” He took a few deep breaths before pulling away from her.
“Tell me if you’re not feeling well later, all right? I’ll bring you some dessert!” She said, offering a hand to help him balance, but he brushed it off.
“I’ll be fine, but thank you.”
Once he got back to his room, his stomach twinged, and he curled around it.
Bad food, that was all.
___________
He was practicing trying to control his magic when his vision started going blurry. He shook his head to clear it, then concentrated on pulling up a ball of magic using the Puzzle as a channeling point, pushing the magic from his body to be amplified by the Puzzle and recharge his diadhank.
He didn’t realize he’d passed out until he woke up in the healer’s bed with Mahad fussing over him. The priest’s eyes were alit with fear he was trying to hide.
“My Pharaoh, what happened to you? You were doing fine, until…”
“You just fell over. Like a doll.” Mana was rocking on her heels, tugging at her dress.
“Have you attempted any particularly strenuous spells recently?” Mahad asked, crouching down as Atem sat up.
“Nothing out of the ordinary.” Atem said, before his stomach spun and he slapped a hand to his mouth.
Mana realized what was going on first and managed to grab a bowl and thrust it into his hands before he vomited.
“The healers wanted to examine you, make sure that there isn't any obvious cause. Are you sure there’s nothing you can remember?” Mahad moved to set a hand on Atem’s, but ended up letting his arm fall.
Atem shook his head, spitting out a bit of nasty-tasting bile.
“Nothing.”
__________
The healers could detect some kind of magic lingering around him, but it didn’t seem like it was dark or malicious- and the Puzzle had always had a strange aura anyhow, so perhaps it had just been that.
He was released a day later- although they’d wanted to continue checking him over, he couldn’t stay. He had a kingdom to run, and the people needed to see him strong, on the throne.
He fought back nausea at dinner at the smell of fish, but forced up a smile, rubbing his stomach under the table in a vain attempt to keep it calm.
Mana didn’t seem to be buying it, but didn’t make a scene, for which he was grateful.
He found himself eating entirely sweet bread, and spent the night trying to fall asleep under an over-full belly that kept cramping, and woke up with his cheeks flushed before immediately vomiting.
___________
Akhenaden was arguing about whether or not they should open trade routes to the north with Isis, which was a rather dumb thing to do in Atem’s opinion. Isis knew the future, didn’t she? She would know best what risks and rewards it would entail. They’d been here for hours, and he’d skipped breakfast to meet with a diplomat.
His stomach gurgled, and he felt sweat drip down his cheeks.
“Are you… all right, my Pharaoh?” Kalim brushed a hand over Atem’s forehead, just below his headpiece. “You’re burning like a fire!”
“I’m… I’m fine.” Atem tried to insist, but when he tried to stand up, he stumbled against the priest’s chest. Oh, he hated being short…
Isis strode out of the room, then sternly told a guard, “Someone get the healers. Something is seriously wrong with the Pharaoh.”
“It’s not that bad…” Atem tried to give her a weak smile, but a twinge in his gut paired with a sudden sucking in his soul, like all his energy was being slurped up.
Isis was in front of him, when had that happened?
“It is. I can’t tell what it is, and that worries me.”
Atem squeezed his eyes shut. “I’ll… deal with it…”
“We’re here so you don’t have to. You had to take the throne younger than your father did, and you shouldn’t fear help.” Isis said, setting a hand against his cheek, and despite himself, he leaned into it.
“...Thank you.” He said quietly.
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It had been weeks since he’d started feeling weak and sick when his stomach began to swell.
At first, he attributed it to a small bloat after a large dinner the night before, but as the days went on, it refused to go down. On top of that, it was hard.
He hadn’t worn the tightest of clothes before, so it didn’t alert anyone at first that a new symptom of this strange disease had manifested.
Once again, the healers looked for a cause either magical or physical for his strange new weakness, but once again turned up nothing. He was beginning to wonder if the Gods were displeased with him- if he’d angered them somehow.
Mana was at his bedside today- he’d felt particularly awful and hadn’t had the heart or the energy to wave her off.
“Maybe someone cursed you.” She suggested, and he threw a hand over his sweaty forehead. He felt too gross to wear any of his gold, and his skin seemed bare without it.
“They thought of that, but there wasn’t any more shadow magic than usual.”
“Hmm. Maybe you’re going through some kind of purification, so the Gods know you’re worthy?” She tilted her head. “I don’t know why they’d do that, you’re clearly fine. You care about the people.”
Before she could think up a new theory, a woman brushed past them, and Atem winced as he heard retching and wet splatters.
“Ugh, after all this trouble, you’d better be a damned good help.” She muttered to herself, setting a hand on her swollen belly, and without thinking, Atem’s fingers rested on top of his own. Mana noticed, then looked up at him and moved hers to rest on top of his stomach. She froze when she felt the slight firm, rounded curve.
“Do you think…?”
He blinked at her. “Think...?”
“Well, maybe… if…” She gestured to the woman. “Maybe the Gods wanted to bless you with heirs you know are legitimate.”
“What are you-” The color in his face drained, and his fingers tightened around the cloth of his robe. “That’s… impossible. I’ve never-”
“Nothing’s impossible with magic, you just have to know how to break the rules in the right way.” Mana said. “I’m not saying that’s what it is, it’s just an idea.”
He swallowed. “I hope an idea is all that it is.”
________
As the weeks passed and his stomach only continued to grow, the conversation with Mana clawed the back of his mind like a jackal, until he called Isis and Mahad in. He liked them best.
“I… have an idea, of what may be happening, but you both must promise to take me seriously.”
They nodded almost in unison, and Atem took a breath before peeling off his robe. He’d wrapped a shenti around his waist beforehand, so he wasn’t completely nude, and heard twin gasps.
“My Pharaoh, it looks…”
“Pregnant.” Atem said quietly. “I don’t know how or why, I’ve never done anything that could have led to this, but somehow... I’m fairly certain of it.”
Isis folded her hands together, and Atem could see the far-off look she got when she was using the Tauk.
“Oh. Oh, this is…” She shook her head to clear it. “I cannot see your future directly, as you know, but… you appear to be right.”
Atem buried his face in his hands, and Mahad knelt down to pull them away.
“We will figure out how this came to be, and be rid of it, if that is what you want.”
“I… I don’t know. Mana thought it was either a gift of a curse and I’m not sure myself. If it’s a gods-given miracle, it should stay, but if it’s a curse meant to kill me…” He trailed off. “The healers said they couldn’t detect any extra shadow magic, so it must be of the light. Give me… give me more time to think.”
Mahad stood up, handing him back his robe. “Of course, my Pharaoh.”
_________
It was obvious by the end of the second month. Atem wasn’t sure if it was because of his height, his age as he was just past 18 now or (gods forbid) multiples, but he swore he wore pregnancy much heavier than anyone he’d seen before. He wore looser clothes and stopped wearing a hard gold belt, but even that lasted only so long.
He cut back on food, to delay the inevitable, but the little miracle began to suck at his ba every time he tried, and he had several near-misses with passing out in front of half of his court, so he stopped that and started eating four meals a day.
The people had to know at some point, but his urge to be honest conflicted with the shame that burned through his belly every time he thought of the reactions people would have. Would they insist he step down, that he was cursed?
Not to mention, he still had no idea whether it was to be a good or bad thing. Clearly it was magic in nature, but he could be raising a demon, set to slaughter everything once it was born, for all he knew.
He pulled his knees as far up to his chest as he could, (he could feel his stomach against his legs now) groaning as it began to pull at his ba again. Sometimes, it did that even after he’d eaten. Maybe it needed the magic, which didn’t help the idea that it might be something unearthly.
“Prin-Pharaoh?” Mana rapped on the door. “I brought some sweet dough.”
“Thank you, Mana.” He said quietly. “Just… set it on the table.”
Mana did, but then sat down next to him. “Have you considered what to do with it?”
“I… don’t particularly want to think about it.” He mumbled into his knees. “If it’s a monster, we’ll have to kill it, so I don’t want to get attached. If it’s a person… I suppose I’ll be a father then, won’t I?”
“I’ll help. I like kids.” Mana said, setting a hand on his. “Everyone wants to help, Atem. You’ll get through this.” She grabbed a little dough ball drizzled with honey and held it up to his lips. “You look like you need something sweet.”
Atem allowed her to feed him the dough, and a little smile spread across his face.”Maybe I did.”
His stomach still cramped, but it wasn’t... the end of the world, at least.
__________
It had been months, and it was obvious now- either it was multiples, or it wasn’t human. Or both.
The healer settled both hands on his belly, and he fought the urge to buck as magic probed inside of him.
“Yes… I sense more than one presence.” He’d taken the Puzzle off, and Mana currently was wringing the life out of the string that held it.
“Is it just me and it, or…?”
“I cannot be certain, as it’s so young, but it does seem to be three, with you.”
Atem bit his lip- birth was already dangerous, but having twins? He wasn’t sure how he was to get out one, much less two.
“We will do the best that we can for you, my Pharaoh. I promise on my life.” The healer gave him a weary smile. “We have delivered twins safely before. It’s difficult, but your natural magic should help.”
He just nodded like a boat bobbing in the Nile, hoping no one saw him swallow nervously. He wished for the first time in a while that his mother was there so he could ask her what to do.
__________
By the middle of the pregnancy, half the city knew. He gained weight only in his belly, and more than one event had seen him disappear into a back room to be sick or to soothe the fussy twins that had decided they liked kicking around.
He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he didn’t- he kept up public appearances, and tried to pretend that his midsection hadn’t swollen like a fatted calf. He stayed on his throne as much as possible when he needed to be seen, as he hated the idea of stumbling in front of a crowd.
No one dared directly challenge him, so he kept up a wall of strength and tucked himself away when needed to soothe the beast.
__________
He knew a few things about them. They liked meat, but weren’t very fond of fish. They liked light magic, but after about month six bucked and made him vomit if he wore the Puzzle for too long. They liked kicking at the worst times, especially when he wanted to sleep or was in important meetings.
They probably had lots of hair like he’d reportedly had, from how much his chest burned.
And, they forced him to get new clothes three separate times, as he kept outgrowing what the seamstresses thought would fit, which wasn’t very comforting.
By the time he approached the end, his back hurt, his stomach hurt, his hips hurt, and if he was honest, his ba felt drained more often than not.
He settled on his bed, stomach settled on top of his legs as they turned around inside of him.
“You’re coming out soon. You had better, because I don’t know how much more my body can handle.” He told them sternly. He let a hand slowly drift down the side of his stomach, catching on a stretchmark, and felt one of them press out to meet him. Without thinking, he smiled. “I wonder if you’re boys or girls or one of each. You… I hope you’re not monsters, but I can’t know everything. Isis has apologized six times, that she can’t tell me. Can you? One kick for boy, two for girl.”
At that, the hand just kind of followed along the length of his palm, which wasn’t much of an answer. Not that he’d really been expecting one.
He sighed. “All right. I’ll find out soon enough.” He rolled over, one hand resting on top of his belly, as he tried to fall asleep.
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He realized labor was starting the exact second that his thighs seemed to light on fire in the middle of a discussion on safety in the city. There were rumors that the king of thieves had been spotted- and that one of the smaller tombs had been broken into, so although they’d wanted him to stay in his room, he insisted on being a part of the discussion- something he sorely regretted now. He bit back a scream so hard that his lip started bleeding, and Kalim was the one to notice that his seat was already soaked with fluid.
He didn’t hesitate- he immediately scooped Atem up. Atem would have been embarrassed, but all he could focus on was what felt like someone harshly strumming on the sensitive area between his thighs like a harp that they wanted to break in half just by playing it. “A-ah…” He curled up, desperately wishing to be anywhere but there as he was carried to the healer’s ward. His stomach was cramping horribly, and he could feel them moving around more than usual, eager to be out.
Warm body was exchanged for cool bed as he gasped, gripping the fabric of his robe around the thighs as his hips bucked up.
“Try to stay still.” The head healer said, and Atem squeezed his eyes shut as she gently touched the edges of it. “We’ll be able to see the little ones soon.” She eased his robe up to the middle of his stomach, and rubbed the bottom of it. Her fingers seemed cold. “If all goes well, you’ll be done soon. You’ve done so well.”
Atem nodded quickly. “H-how long…?”
“It depends. It can be long or short.” She examined him again. “Hopefully it won’t be too long, I can see it beginning to widen.”
“Thank the gods.” Atem said, tearing the cloth of his robe as a particularly harsh contraction rolled through him.
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It did not go shortly, and the widening had not stuck- lucky him, it was some kind of false start. The sun was setting by the time the contractions started actually pushing anything out, and Atem had almost entirely ruined not only his robe, but the piece of leather he’d been given to grip and bite when the pain got to be too bad. Mana and Mahad had arrived by then, and he’d apologize for possibly breaking her hand from his tight grip if he hadn’t nearly passed out three separate times.
His slender hips hadn’t been meant for childbirth, at least not yet, and it made the process excruciating, but eventually, he managed to push both of them out. The older of the two had twisted, wet hair that appeared to be white, while the younger had red sparked with gold on the ends.
Both looked completely human, and if he wasn’t already crying, he would have wept in relief.
“They’re beautiful, my Pharaoh.” The healer said, dabbing at his forehead with a piece of cloth, and he stared down as the one with firey hair yawned.
They were plump and the same rich brown as him, not something unearthly like red or purple. He could see his nose and the shape of his eyes in both of them. Whoever had done this had mixed him in- he could even see the spikes of his own hair in the firstborn. “They are.”
Twin pairs of amethyst lighter than his own blinked up at him, and he wondered for the thousandth time where they had come from.
He was going to find out eventually, one way or another.
But for now, he was content with taking one last look before falling back on the bed and letting everything wash away as unconsciousness took him.
Themes: sci-fi setting, body worship, pregnancy kink
Words: 909
Status: One-shot, completed
“General.” a crewman nodded as they passed each other in one of the gravitational walkways.
“Crewman.” Mahdi nodded. When he was just a few steps away from his quarters doors he started undoing his uniform buttons. There was nobody else in the corridor and he didn’t want to waste precious seconds when he was already in the room.
He pressed his finger to the door lock and it chimed acceptance, the door swishing open.
“It’s me!” He called out, dropping his uniform jacket on the floor as he made his way to the other room.
The solar blinds were up and he could see the darkness of space behind the circular window. Ruun was sitting in bed in Mahdi’s military-issue tee shirt, stroking his large belly mindlessly.
Mahdi fell into bed, immediately grabbing his husband into a tight embrace.
“Hi…” Ruun laughed. The delicate skin around his eyes wrinkled with his soft laughter.
“I missed you so much… Both of you…” He kissed Ruun frantically. He kissed and then moved down to kiss Ruun’s pregnant belly, already so big it was impossible to imagine there were still two months left before the baby would finally be here.
“We missed you too.” Ruun pressed a kiss to the back of Mahdi’s head as he kept kissing and nuzzling against Ruun’s belly.
“How do you feel today?”
“I’m fine, just really swollen, I had the gravity pulled nearly to 0.5 standards because I couldn’t get up otherwise.” He confessed, laughing it off nonchalantly.
“You should go see the doctor…”
“Mahdi, I’m fine.” Ruun’s hand was running through Mahdi’s grey hair as the General kept stroking and nuzzling against the baby bump.
He loved the bump.
He loved his baby and he wanted him to be here as soon as possible, but he really, really loved Ruun being pregnant. His husband was so beautiful with his naturally always pale skin that was now constantly slightly flushed, and with how his figure filled out with the additional pounds Mahdi always thought he needed and with that incredible, large round belly that was just getting bigger and bigger nursing his baby inside of it…
He was a General in an actual galactic fleet, spending his life flying through space, something his ancestors could never even imagine, and yet the thing that astonished him most in the universe was the fact that the man Mahdi loved most in the world was growing his child in his body.
“You’re so beautiful…” Mahdi murmured into Ruun’s belly as he slowly pulled his own shirt off his husband’s body. Ruun’s belly was covered in a mottle of pale silver stretch marks and Mahdi took it as a point of pride to kiss each one every single day.
“If I had known you had such a pregnancy kink I would’ve gotten myself knocked up so much faster.” Ruun laughed.
“I want you to ride my face, baby.”
They started to undress each other, then shuffled on the bed until they were both completely naked and Ruun was straddling Mahdi’s chest, pressing his massive belly right into Mahdi’s face.
“Look what you did to me, General…” He panted, stroking his genitals with one hand and his massive belly with the other. Mahdi was already so hard he didn’t even need any friction, he simply ran his hands up Ruun’s softened, plushy sides and his soft thighs and over his taught, big belly…
“Look what you did to me, Mahdi, look how heavy and swollen you made me with your seed…” He changed position, now straddling Mahdi’s hips, his massive belly right in front of Mahdi’s face. Ruun reached behind him, somehow managing to stroke Mahdi’s shaft while moving closer, almost pressing his baby bump into Mahdi’s face again.
“Look how big I am, ready to pop with the baby you put in me…” he stroked harder, rocking lightly back and forth on his knees.
Mahdi gave an undignified yell as he came and Ruun smirked with such self-satisfaction Mahdi would’ve been annoyed with him if only he didn’t just make him come so spectacularly with just a few strokes.
“If you were a whore, not a soldier, you could single-handedly end all wars.” Mahdi gasped.
“I know.” Ruun said, only half joking as he clumsily slid off the bed “Now I need to piss again.”
Mahdi snickered, getting out of bed to clean himself, still pleasantly tingling all over. When he came back to bed Ruun was back in his sleeping shirt and lying on his side, a hand lightly stroking his belly.
“Don’t you want me to return the favour?” Mahdi asked, getting back into bed.
“Not this time, I’m too tired…” Ruun mumbled, already half asleep “And I want to get a little sleep before I have to piss again…”
“That baby of ours is really pulling a number on your poor bladder, huh…”
Ruun grunted in acknowledgement.
Mahdi pressed himself to Ruun’s back, bringing him in closer and putting a gentle hand over Ruun’s smaller one on his belly. He kissed the side of Ruun’s head tenderly.
“Stars, I love you so much…”
Ruun didn’t answer, and instead, Mahdi heard gentle snoring. He couldn’t help a quiet laugh as he buried his nose in Ruun’s soft hair, falling asleep with his arms wrapped around his husband and their child.
Mahdi was the luckiest man in the galaxy, he knew it without a shadow of a doubt.
