He would look better pregnant

I'll be blabbering about all things related to expectant men and their gravid guts. Personal opinions, thoughts, and stories made by me are to be expected.

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Yes, yes I can see that...

I'd say it fits more to a prince. Young destend-to-be ruler frolicking around with peasants and nobles alike, not carring about potential consequesnces until inavitable happens. Alternatively, he's been wed of to the ruler of a different kingdom as a regnant spouse, maybe a concubine, now expecting to carry him an heir.

Anyway, he struts amongst the marble halls of the castle. His royal attire, noble and rich, yet altered to leave his blessed stomach outside for everyone to worship.

His lean body unable to to withstand the weight of his crowned womb, aided he is by two retainers carrying the silken yoke upon which his wonderful belly rests.

One of them, old and elder, he follows with grace and devotion. He, a present from the princes father, the same man whom carried his royal belly back when the now gravid ruler was still inside.

The other, a local young noble. So afraid, so uncertain, so unused of physical labor. Handpicked by the king from a disgrunteled high born family after his predecessor was exiled when he dared to touch the royal womb without permission.

sex pollen x rapid pregnancy

scientist are trying to fix the bee extension crisis by creating an aphrodisiac to help queen bees repopulate. It works, but in the process, the accidently end up infecting themselves.

The queen bee does repopulate the species, but ends up creating super bees. I guess a couple of scientis got stung then boom, there fucking eachother and now they end up rapidly pregnant themselves. A couple of bees end up escaping, and now any unlucky person who gets stung has a long day head of them..

Trying to force-fix things humanity broke and end up making evertyhing worse. Classic.

Although, experimenring on nearly extinct species directly was out of the question. After all, one mistake could just doom their entire species instead of saving them. Instead, the scientists would need something bees are associeted with, something they are know like and even need on the nautral basis. Something like...

Plants. Or to be more precise, flower pollen. That would be the medium through which the scientists affect the insects.

But the time was ticking, and the bee population kept on decreasing. Rush was crucial here, and so was precision. They could not risk giving their experimantal solution least they were sure it works.

It took a few weeks, but they managed to artificially grow a flower that produces pollen enhanced with genome of a hive queen's reproductive instincts. In theory that should kick off bothher workers and the queen herself into repopulation frenzy.

As much as they would want more testing of the solution, there was no time left for it. The world population of bees outside of this facility has already dropped so low the media talk about just a few hives remaining in the entire world.

So, with hopes high and prayers in hearts, the flowers were introduced to the bees who quickly brought it's pollen back to their home... and it worked!

The bees experienced a sudden population growth, doubling, even tripling their larve production within minutes, an outcome far exceeding any estimation!

Oh the joy and happieness the scientists felt, driving them into a premature celebration right then and there. Big mistake in any laboratory. Their sloppy behaviour starteled bees, kicking of the protective instinct to sting the intruders.

But the stungs, uncomfortable as they might have been, did not stop the jubilee. The party continued, turning personal, intimate even. Scientist on a scientist, man on a man, the joy turned into a lustful choreography spread across every part if the facility, both in and out.

Everyone with everyone, some in pairs, others in groups, so entranced they were none has recognised something was off, at least not in the manner not caused by their erotic behavior. Each man whose been taken, his stomach visibly swelling within minutes, maybe even seconds, turning their moan and groan filled farce of lust into a belly-touchy commentary on breeding and due dates.

By the time they all got back to their senses, they were all heavyly round, swollen abdomens weighting them down as they try to figure out what has happened to them. Task of uncertain difficulty, but constantly disturbed by their newly found inability to focus without additional carnal activity every few minutes.

The answer? Each and every one - Pregnant. Gravid. Expecting. Wombs filled by a man standing just a few feets away. Bellies round and heavy with offspring. Guts stuffed with life squirming within.

Further tests revealed an unexpected truth, one relating directly to their bee-task. While their solution did increase the repopulating capabilities of bees, it didn't do it by making the queen lay more eggs, quite the opposite. Upon interaction with the queen, the male workers became capable of getting pregnant with her, trait that apparently can be shared with different species through stings.

That is an amazing discovery both in terms of bee-saving efforts and human fertility! Since the scientists were the only few ones affected, giving them the oportunity, and potentually unlimited ammount of bees, to fully flesh out the outs of this scenario... at least in between the moments when their lustful tendencies act up.

At least that was their wishful thinking. With their erotically careless state, they managed to let a few insects out to the outside world, spreading the genetically modified pollen to mix with other plants out there. The bee extenction might soon be no more, replaced instead by a stung-spreading infestation of masculine population causing unending lust and rapidly gestating pregnancies.

Not only were you muscular and has massive pecs before you got pregnant, but now they are twice the size. I'd imagine gym bros don't just stop working out once they get pregnant. So with all the constant muscle flexing one unintentionally has to do at the gym to get that shape, their pecs are leaking and squirting out all the time.

Deffinitely.

All those years of benching the weights won't just go away because he got pregnant. Belly? As much as he misses his abs, they are still there, hidden underneath. Wider hips? More surface to work on later, kinda win. But the chest? That's different...

Mounds of meat dancing with each move he makes. Overstimulayed muscles underneath push outwards - tender, sharp, defined, already the size one could expect from some dad-to-be. All that before he even got knocked up.

And so, when his abdomen swell from the fertile power withing, so did his chest enlarge, turning into a physical parody of their former form.

Womb movement has such a special place in my heart especially if its alien because like the thrashing, like that not a human baby!!!! that thing wants out now. It's the body invasion of it all.

Then on top of that you having to hide it. Either one, because it's an alien. Your def getting experimented on. Or two, alternatively, its giving mpreg being non existent in this universe. Then boom, suddenly you having to isolate yourself from the people you know wating for this creature to pop out of you.

The extraterrestrial encounter he only faintly recalls the morning after, unsure if the abduction was real, or just some sort of wikedly wet dream.

But all the doubts are cleared when not even a few hours later he feels movement within him, push and pulls kneeding the surface of his belly like a dough from the inside out.

Deny as he might want to, he really can't, not when the alien effects are so visible. The pudgy shape his abdomen formed into, soft, maluable, constantly stretching just a few inches more by the apparently creature that now occupies his womb. Not that he had a womb before, but he must have one now to withstand all that is happening.

For as much as he wants to enjoy this, the heavyness, the constant caressing from within, the spectacle of shapes on his belly, the dread of reality holds him hard.

What if anybody sees him like that? What if anybody ask questions? Doubtful they'd believe the truth... most likely he'd end up reported to authorities, his belly turned someone's scientific obsession. What about his family? His friends? His job? His life in general?

When he finally camled down enough to be back to his sences, his stomach has already changed once again. Softly tender dome stood in the middle of his body, faintly gleaming with each action that reshapes his womb in all of the ways that break the rules of human physiology.

If there even was a time when he able to hide it, hes way past that. His body visibly burst out of the clothes that just fit him moments ago making any public appearances out of the question.

But the situation is not all gloom. The fast pace of his otherworldly gravidness implying the soon arriving end of this predicament. Thought, though copious in nature, enough to soothe his paranoia just enough to finally feel the pleasure of his state. Each twist and twirl, each gleam and glow, the strangely pleasurable shiftion of mounds and waves around his inconsistantly shaped gut.

Some mean old nasty man who was raised in the 40s and his conservative on how he treats women/how they should behave. Its a new generation now, and the old bastard went and pissed off the wrong person by runing his mouth one too many times on his feeling on the situation on these young women act these days. Now he is all alone and has to tell people he has a "beer gut" as an excuse for when he rapidly ended up swollen and pregant. Forced to birth and carry as many kids, like he forced his wife to do because it was was her "duty". He just sits uncomfortable at the dinner table, surrounded by family, trying to keep his cool as his babies squirm inside him.

Or a frat boy, the guy who has slept with every girl on campus. The boy who couldn't possibly be the father of the girl who is asking for support, that would ruin his future. She is probably just easy, is what he tells everyone. Or that maybe the should just get rid of it when these girls come to him, how they don't know how they are going to support a baby on a college tuition. But this time, he knocked up the wrong girl and when she found out about his little "pump them and dump them" problem, she decided to show him what real karma was. Now our campus golden boy is having to drop out, he can he be so irrisponsible getting himself knocked up like that. Why did he have to ruin his own future, he should have used protection

Actually one of the reasons I value mpreg so much as a concept, that after centuries of delegating women into nothing but that highly important biological function, it is now men's turn to also (or even instead of them) go through the hell of it all, even if only through fantasy.

With that, your ask got me thinking - just how many people like you are out there? Those who would want to preg-curse someone for their misdeeds. Certainly enough for a whole black market that offers such service.

Just picture a dark-web site, or better yet, a whole dubious bureau in shady location, where for a not-so-small fee, the client has an access to a whole catalogue of customizable pregnancies to inflict on someone. Rapid ones, permanent ones, those that contain human offspring, monsters, objects, multiples or not. All pick and match to your desire, as long as the cash is sufficient. No questions asked.

So now, we can have this older prick, pissed off by some young adult gal living their best life instead of settling for a family. He who blabbers the "Back in my days..." once too many, prompting her to use this service.

Maybe even his own granddaughter, fed up with how he treats his wife, daughters, and he like objects made for being bred by a man, so she decides to turn the table and make him feel what its like.

Since he's a family, and her not yet the greatest financial state, she orders a standard human pregnancy. Nothing fancy, except for the choice of twins, for the sake of twins his wife had.

And now, with every family gathering, she sees this wrinkly wimp of man growing, larger and rounder around his midsection. Her, being the only one who knows the truth, teasing him about looking pregnant, only to recive his standard "This is just a beer gut, but you should be pregnant instead"

Yet, even as his stomach has grows beyond the containment of his lap, visible movement causing waves of uncomfortable stretching of his skin, or family concerns over dinner just how big his stomach has gotten, he still refuses to acknowledge something might be off. His words "I am not a woman to be pregnant, you idiots!" spoken on repeat every few minutes to everyone whi'll listen, all while his granddaughter contemplates whether he's trying to convince his family, or himself.

That fictional man from some media who never leaves your thoughts, slowly taking over all of the space in your head until there is barely anything but him in there.

Yet you, still being you, have your have your dark desires. The hidden cravings you almost feel inclined to you project to that fictional thing that took over your brain.

The only thing you see in your imagination - the picture of him in gravid state. His own attention all on his pregnant belly shaped just the way you wanted as he tries to live through a story you semi-successfully create knowing the source of their existance.

A group of explorers/archaeologist discover a hidden temple lost deep in the jungle, as it is there job to do so. So they explore and they discover that lost artifacts of the temple should not be messed with or taken. But as humans do, they never listen and they take some artifacts. That action awakes a curse of a fertility goddess that once ruled there.

So now all the men who were on this team are cursed. The men who, have never had a womb in there lives nor have never know the struggles of motherhood, are now being thust into the role of vitality. Their bellies and chest swell to accommodate the new life growing inside them. Then are forced to give birth, so then on so the cycle repeats for every man who was on that expiditon team

I actually did something like that, but never mind that. Ain't nothing wrong with multiple takes on similiar topics! ^~^

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Hidden within a luscious forest somewhere down where barely anybody dares to venture hides a temple, wellknown, venerated and protected by the curiously male-only local community for millenia well enough barely anything is known about it in the outside world.

It's been a difficult task to convince locals to let the group of outsiders there, even for educational reasons, but their leader finally caved under the condition of no harm done to this sacered place.

The temple, out of this world. Intricate masonary decorated in various symbols of sprouting nature, all illuminated by lighting scattered in various crystal artifacts.

But even before the group could began their research proper, human nature of a human took over. Whether by accident or not, the gem made decorations shattered, bring darkness, and an army of furious locals, to the temple.

One by one, the dozen men were dragged out and brought to the centre of the nearby village, where same man who once let them view the temple waited, unamazed yet unhappy.

In an almost ceremonial way, he cut open the shirts and top off all culprits, revealing that evey single one of them now bears on their stomach one of the markings observed on the walls of the temple... and on some of the "chubbier" local men.

"She bless you for crimes." the leader spoke with cold yet satisfied face, guiding his warriors to stand down.

While seemingly pardoned, it quickly became obvious they were in no way free. Under constant observation and prohibited to leave, yet also ostrocised and unspoken to, making them prisoners like any other, waiting to be saved by their own authorities.

But even though they had their fake freedom, the men started to experience... changes to ther bodies. Day by day, another curve appeared here, another one there. Each and every one of them roundening, slowly and methodically. Abdomen pushing outwards, not soft, but tender, chests getting fuller, sorer, almost as if they were...

Those days turned into weeks, then months, and yet no rescue seemed to come. No one to free them, no one to find out what has happened to those missing, and so, as the time passed, their bodies grown. All of them sprouting still growing guts - full, heavy, round - almost as if something was alive was inside, right underneath that symbol stretched over their swollen bellies.

Enough time spent with the locals, unwilling to converse as they were, gave some clues for the uncomfortable truth each of them denied. That "tatto", the symbol, a supposed gift from the goddes whose temple they devastated and the so called reason for the local male only population. Marking. A blessing that allows the wearer to carry offspring.

Obviously, being the men of science, the group had no belief for supersiticions, needing a concrete proof as to why their supposed wombs are swelling with presumed pregnancies. But whatever the truth behind their state was, there wasn't much time to dig for it, as their ever growing bodies left all of them in state either too heavy or too unwilling to move, having to be taken carre of by the villagers in an almost worship like ways.

But the proof they needed came on its own, on the infamous day when dozens of men struggeled simultaneously with the miracle of bringing life to the local community en masse.

The not-so accidental guest within his knocked up womb progresses quickly, reaching it's maximum size within days, few weeks at most.

His belly grows slowly, methodically, but still noticeably. Tempo so perfect he almost exists in mutually exclussive states of "Im not big enough to buy bigger clothes" and "I'm growing so fast I'll outgrow any new clothes" simultaneously.

And yet, it is just the beginning. Even though his stomach reached its overdue look, even though the occupant within already moving, and even though his body is ready to be due, not even first trimester has passed.

For as ready to be done he looks, months to come of it are ahead. His belly getting in the way of every action, every work done. Always getting attention and envious looks and touches caused by his tummy peeking between the clothes he never bothered replacing.

Just like that, every day, every hour, him ever big, his belly ever round, his womb ever active... at least until all those months finally pass and the day comes for his struggle to be over.

But as s his womb is finally free, his body back to it's former self, he misses what has been and no longer is. So used to the size, the weight, the belly, the attention, soon he once again is back to his gravid self.

But fret not, the culprit has already been found just a few streets away, sitting on the ground and unable to move under the size of his newly grown stomach.

In her briliance, our lady knew that one day, someone would be unable to resist her exceptional crops, so she enchanted them! "Whoever indulges in product under this spell, shall ripen more tenfold" a poetic justice delivered by the poor victim herself.

According to our sources, at least five different fruit were found eaten by the proprietor, which is backed up by medical examination confirming several different diffferent types of plants quickly growing within his womb.

They are, aren't they?

All of them just waste their time pursuing different goals, different lives... they waste and wither without fulfiling the purpose they are not even aware of.

But we know what that purpose is.

The size of the man - broad, large, and big - perfectly designed by nature for pregnancy - to carry big, carry long, and carry more.

His strength vigilant, on guard, on duty, and always ready to carry his destined gravid belly through the hardships of every-day.

There are hundreds, thousends... milions even of men like this out there. Unaware, miserable, looking for fullfilment in places it can't be found. Not for them.

However, what if it wasn't just an internet thing, but an actual worldwide event? Like a month when every man on the planet gets pregnant.

Picture this: man wakes up on the first of May, and he instantly knows. He's rounder, heavier, morning skickness kicks hard.

And it's not just him, but also his father, and his brother, and neighbour, and friends... and every other man on the planet.

The damned May has arrived, so now every man is knocked up for the month, growing more and more only to be done by the end of it. Just like all those years before, and just as it will always be.

Everywhere one looks, gravid man after gravid man. Each trying to go on with their lifes, trying to survive that awful time of the year. Their state grows worse with every hour a their bodies compress the nine months of pregnancy into one.

Hand that ventures under clothes. Skin to skin, touch to touch, the owner of the belly flusters.

Red on face, eyes away, he pulls his top away. Shy yet willing, his tun exposed in all it's glory.

From one spot to another, the palm ventures. Fingers trace each curve of the belly - smooth, round, tender though not quite yet ripe.

Or maybe it has already been done? Maybe his womb is now heavy and full, uncontrolobly swelling with every passing hour as he tries to hide it and keep all that goodness it to himself.