Max

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Carrier/seeder (switch) nothing wrong with a pregnant seeder 🫠

As ridiculous as it may sound, I try to keep my mpreg as realistic looking as possible.

Max leaned his forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall, warm water pouring over his bare back and swollen belly. At just 13 weeks, he was already showing a soft, unmistakable curve pushing out from his narrow frame, rounding out his middle in a way that he couldn’t stop touching.

He ran his fingers lightly over his belly, marveling at how sensitive his skin had become. Every brush sent little sparks skittering across his nerves. His bellybutton had started to flatten out slightly, and when his fingertips grazed over it, a shiver wracked his body.

“God, everything feels so intense now.” he thought, exhaling shakily.

The hormones had been playing tricks on him lately. From cravings, mood swings and now, an ache deep inside him that had nothing to do with hunger. His hands slid lower, following the gentle swell down toward his hips, feeling how much fuller and softer he was. His body was working overtime, changing, growing... and it felt incredible.

Max let out a soft, shaky noise as he circled both hands around the curve of his lower belly.

It was firm underneath his palms, not just bloating anymore, but a real heaviness that made his body throb with awareness. His legs trembled slightly as he shifted his weight, the pressure inside him making his skin feel tight and hot.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let his hands roam more freely, fingertips tracing the sides of his waist where it flared out more than it ever had before. His breath hitched, the warm water cascading over his flushed skin.

Every nerve seemed hypersensitive, every touch feeding the restless, needy feeling building inside him.

Max whimpered softly, his hand splaying wide over his belly, feeling how solid it was... how much life was inside him, how it made him feel more alive than he ever had before.

"Fuck..." he whispered, barely able to hear himself over the water. He tilted his head back, water streaming through his damp hair, his body rocking slightly with the rhythm of his own rapid breathing.

The heat, the water, the overwhelming fullness, it was too much, but he didn’t want it to stop.

Max pressed his palm harder into the curve of his belly, feeling it push back against his hand with stubborn, growing weight. His body had never felt like this before, sensitive, needy, aching from the inside out. Every breath he took shuddered through him, making the slight roundness of his middle rise and fall.

His hand slid lower, trailing over the thickened softness of his thighs, trembling slightly.

The fullness of his belly almost seemed to amplify everything: every tiny brush of his fingers felt magnified, every beat of his heart hammering behind his ribs.

Max bit his lip, squeezing his thighs together as a fresh wave of heat washed over him. His belly jutted out just enough to get in the way, making his movements clumsy, but somehow that made it hotter, like he was too full to even touch himself properly.

He let out a broken moan, low and needy.

Max's fingertips ghosted back up over his belly, circling his navel slowly, and he gasped — the tender spot had become a trigger he couldn't ignore. His knees nearly threatened to give out.

“Please...” he whispered, not even sure what he was begging for, only that he needed more.

Max clung to the wall like it was the only thing keeping him standing, his whole body trembling. His hand slid lower again, desperate now, fingertips brushing over the hard cock straining between his thighs. He let out a ragged gasp — even the lightest touch made him feel like he was going to cum.

"God," he whimpered, hips jerking instinctively forward. His fingers wrapped around himself properly now, the movement clumsy with how full and tight his belly had become. Every tiny stroke sent a jolt of pleasure ricocheting through him.

Max's breathing turned desperate, little panting sounds spilling from his lips. His free hand slid over his belly again, cradling it instinctively, The knot inside him tightened fast, sharp and hot, pulling his whole body taut. His thighs shook. His toes curled against the slick floor.

Then..

His whole body arched, pleasure exploding so hard he nearly blacked out. His hand gripped his pulsing cock, dripping cum off his knuckles.

The waves of release were slow, deep, wracking him from the inside out. His belly tightened with each pulse, his legs almost giving out under the intensity.

By the time it finally eased, Max was gasping, dazed, forehead pressed to the cool wall. His heart thundered. His belly heaved with each shaky breath. He felt tender, swollen, and more alive than he ever had before.

He let out a soft, breathless laugh, running his hand over the curve of his stomach.

“Guess... we’re gonna be a handful, huh?” he murmured to the little life growing inside him, his voice hoarse and full of awe.