Thoughts on het mpreg? It’s so niche but it hits different I swear. Either via some crazy accident/experiment, or to take the metaphorical bullet for his girlfriend, the boyfriend gets knocked up instead.
He deals with the symptoms, morning sickness, aching and sensitive chest, all with minor feelings of embarrassment. As he begins to show, his flat middle gaining a paunch, he worries that his girlfriend will find him gross. But she’s enraptured by watching how he changes - constantly finding an excuse to sidle up behind him and slip her palms over his swell or to squeeze his pecs.
Their previously strict dom/sub relationship shifting towards switch, but only insofar as she likes teasing him because he fucks her harder when she acts bratty. “You’re carrying so big~” she coos, “Maybe I put twins in you…” He lets out a breathy groan in response to her wandering hands. “Don’t jinx me, I’m not that big… Am I?”
“Huuge,” she giggles, “you’re better at this than I would’ve been.”
He grabs her wrist and pulls her around from his back, pinning her against the kitchen counter and leaning over her. “We could test that…” he grins.
By the second trimester, he looks like he may very well be carrying multiples. The fact that he can’t hide the belly anymore leaves his cheeks glowing crimson every time he needs to leave the house. He keeps catching himself rubbing it, only making things worse. And the *hormones*. It’s like puberty all over again with the relentless erections, a fact he takes great advantage of as he pushes his girlfriend into the bed as often as possible.
But as is the nature of it, his pregnancy keeps progressing. He gets heavier, and heavier, complaining more bitterly as the swell grows taut and then painfully taut. His girlfriend relishes in the opportunity to apply oil and lotion to the skin constantly, and he doesn’t protest. He can’t reach his cock that easily anymore, but she can, lifting his belly from behind often leading to her stroking him off. It’s getting too difficult for him to fuck her properly, but they try regardless.
He’s put on bedrest for the last couple weeks in fear he might pop too soon, but unfortunately for him, fate has decided that he go past his due date. That doesn’t stop Braxton-Hicks contractions from plaguing him relentlessly though. The massive belly visibly shrinks with them, tightening and tightening but never progressing, only leaving him moaning and whining. His girlfriend is feeling bad for him, but secretly relieved that it’s not her going through this.
Despite being afraid of labour, he begs to be induced but the doctors recommend against it, so all he can do is sob and waddle around their home waiting for something to change. The only thing that does, to his horror, is that he begins to let down with milk.
Week 42 his belly drops in a sudden movement, leaving him panting from the extra breathing room as well as the added pressure on his hips. He catches a glimpse at himself in a reflection and begins to tear up. “I’m too big,” he whines, “I can’t do this. I’m gonna burst…”
”Babe,” his girlfriend starts and reaches out to him.
He shirks away, scowling at her. “You did this. It should’ve been you, not m-mghh…” The baby (or babies) roil and kick, visibly stretching his already stretched skin and popped navel. A firmer cramp takes him and he curls over the mass, caught between praying that it’s finally time and begging to not have to give birth
i think a lot of the appeal is less the mpreg itself and more the fact that it’s a guy having to deal with all the stuff that usually gets put onto female characters. like the body changes, the insecurity, being vulnerable, needing help, all of that.
also there’s something weirdly cute about a guy who’s normally confident or in control suddenly being like “do i look huge???” every five minutes while his girlfriend is obsessed with him 😭
it’s definitely niche but i can see why people like it. role reversals always hit for me when they’re done well
