MPREG4LIFE

X: Hey handsome, what are you up to?

X: You're so cute!

T: Good, just resting here—you?

X: I'm working out. How about we go grab a drink downtown tonight? Bar, dancing, party, booze!

T: Oof, I'm not really up for all that! Plus, I'm a bit far away and don't have a car; downtown is about 10 blocks from here.

X: Far?? That's nothing—just walk over!

T: Hahaha nah, besides, I'm looking for something more chill.

X: Come on... I'd offer to pick you up in my car, but I actually lent it to my sister. If you want, I can come to your place and we can walk there together!

T: It's just... the thing is, I'm having trouble walking

X: ????

X: You're totally overreacting—it's not like you're pregnant.

T:

Well…

I had done an amazing job hiding how I felt the last few months. She'd told me so many times her greatest fear was getting pregnant, only for one guy poking holes in the condom to make that nightmare a reality.

She'd sobbed in my arms that she didn't want it, but hadn't realized what was happening to her until it was too late. I'd had my suspicions, but kept them to myself. It's rude to just accuse someone of looking pregnant, after all, even if it could have made them take a test in time to not have to endure childbirth.

Alas for her, she did. Her belly kept swelling, just getting more and more beautiful. Basically relying on me to be her birth plan, setting up everything needed to give up the baby. Just had to drive her to the hospital when the day came.

I knew she was in labor, of course, but once again, she was in denial. I was so excited as contractions got closer and closer, down to about six or seven minutes apart when her waters broke. It was very serious, I could tell. She went to change her pants and sweatpants, by the time she came back they were five minutes apart, had had three more contractions as she got changed.

We piled into the car, pulled out... And before long, got stuck in traffic. It was a dead stop at the beginning of rush hour, I was so happy.

I sat in the car, listening to my friend whimpering, moaning, panting, crying out through increasingly painful contractions. Then her eyes went wide. "Sh-shit... I think I need to push..."

The words hit me like a truck, even as she followed with "I can't push, I can't give birth here! Not like this!" I leaned back in my seat. "Sure you can. It sounds like you have to. Here... Get those sweatpants down, the panties too. Make space. You're about to be a momma..."

Another contraction came, her whole body tensed, and I ached for her. She was so beautiful in this state, and even worse, I could see she was pushing without meaning to. "That's right... Just like that. You can feel it moving down, huh?" I asked, undoing my own pants, making space for myself, off hand finding its way between my legs.

She nodded, sweating, hair a mess, clearly scared and overwhelmed. Giving into my urging, she tugged down her clothes, leaving her swollen pussy exposed. I helped her lean the seat back as well, to get more comfortable.

"you're going to have a baby in this car... You're about to give birth, it's happening right now!" She let out a little sob. "No, no I don't want a baby, don't want to be a mom... I can't have it in the car like this, I... Mngh... F-fuck!!!"

Another big push, and I couldn't help myself. The cars around us stayed completely still, and I began to shamelessly masturbate as my beautiful friend started to deliver her unwanted burden. "It's... Moving... Down!" She forced through grit teeth, unable to fight the commands of her body.

"keep going, keep going..." I panted. "Tell me how it feels, don't stop..." Pleasure surged as she managed "Opening up... So low... Hurts! I hate this!"

I nodded, gasping out "good, it's supposed to hurt, you're supposed to hate it..." A few pants as her contraction released... Then a gasp.

"Are you... Masturbating?! As I give birth?!" I nodded. There would be concequences, but I didn't care. "You're too sexy right now for me not to. You're perfect like this, I'm so lucky you're having it right next to me."

She shook her head. "I can't... That's so fucked up, stop, I can't... Oh... Mngh... N-no, no, stop! I can't have my baby while you- NGH! MNGHHHH!!!"

Any concept of choice was gone. I reached over, between her legs, and felt her as she began to bulge. I let out a lustful moan, cupping her as her lips began to spread. "Crowning, crowning, keep going... His baby is coming out... You're gonna be a mommy for Him!"

She sobbed, but pushed like she was meant to. The head crowned her more, more... Then sprayed into my hand fully as I came, hard. "Fuck! Just birthed... The whole head!" I grunted, a mess spreading as orgasm took me.

I came back to my friend panting, gulping in air between sobs, hand between her legs. "Gods... It's a baby... It's a whole baby... I can't do this, I can't really have a baby..." I just reached over, patted her leg. "I know. I know, you're so overwhelmed. But you have to. One more big push, ok? Just get those shoulders out and you'll be done... We'll go to the hospital, and you'll be ok..."

She nodded, refusing to look at me. It's ok, we were old friends. I knew she'd forgive me, eventually. Her belly squeezed down again, a deep, primal moan of effort radiating through her, devolving into a desperate grunt... Her legs shifting, crotch bulging... And just like that, dripping wet newborn skin quickly slid out of her most intimate place, into the world, where it began to cry.

I had a small aftershock hearing the baby slither out of my beautiful friend. Then rubbed her leg again. "There you go... It's out... It's over. You're a mommy now... The baby is out and we're gonna give it up... But you birthed it. Made it. You're a mom, and I'm so proud of you..."

i’d touch him sparingly and let him do most of the work. i’d reach around and touch his ass, feel it bulge and part as the rotund head of our child would fill his pelvis so completely it wouldn’t spare bulging his perineum or asshole. his thighs would shake against mine as he pushed, but it would take him hours to even get our child to crown.

Just kissing his forehead. Telling him he's such a good boy, such a strong man. Trying to ignore how turned on I am as he lets out a grunt of pain and effort, bearing down again, saying he feels it moving.

It would feel so good knowing it's all my fault he's in this state. That he's trapped doing something utterly maternal whether he ever wanted to or not, all to bring our baby into the world. To reward me for deciding that, even though he's a man, he should have to experience childbirth.

Encouraging him with every contraction. Rubbing his back as I feel his pushes through it. The head bulging, spreading him more and more. Crowning into my hand where I can stroke his hard, prominent T-dick, his shopping wet lips, the dripping head as it emerged from inside. Finally gushing into my lap as he sags against me, so exhausted but just a little more to go.

Getting ready for a date! This guy tells me he’s going to make me give birth... I just hope he puts another one in me!!!

Preparándome para una cita! Me dice el chico este que me va a hacer parir… ojalá que me meta otro!!!

Morph based on: https://www.tumblr.com/softbulk/821972030311301120/ok-boys-let-the-silliness-begin?source=share

The wooden chair beneath Abby creaked softly. She couldn’t see her feet, but she felt their width, expanding over the past several days, radiating with soft pain. Her tank top, having given up its pursuit, hung limply over her engorged breasts, large circles of moisture encompassing each nipple. Having forgone panties that morning, she slid the hem up over her monstrous belly, noticing the convex line stretching vertically, dissecting her belly into two hemispheres.

“That’s what I am now - a globe.” She thought sadly to herself. She was a world containing two, wriggling baby boys who refused to emerge. She remembered her hunger for cum. Back when her stomach was flat and untouched, she yearned for that stickiness deep within her womb. But She didn’t realize this would be the result: a body foreign to her, blown up to caricature proportions, working against her. And the ceaseless hunger between her thighs.

She had met David online through a forum about breeding and the pair instantly shared a connection. It wasn’t long before messages over Reddit turned into texts and phone calls. When he finally revealed where he lived she was almost in shock. He was less than an hour’s drive away from her. She was apprehensive about this but couldn’t deny the fact she was more than just drawn to him. She ached for him. He would make her laugh and was refreshingly earnest and empathetic. A kind and gentle man that had a biting sarcastic tongue and was just as intelligent as she was. All of these factors made her attracted to him. But it was his other side that made her desperate for him to fill her. When he was aroused he became an almost completely different person. His voice would go deeper and when he was excited he couldn’t help but growl with excitement. Driven by desire he would whisper the filthiest things she had ever longed to hear and she was reduced to knee shaking orgasms when she heard him cum. There really wasn’t any way to fight the eventuality. She gave in and agreed to see him. She told herself that she wouldn’t sleep with him on the first date. She swore up and down that she wouldn’t give in to her own libido. That she wouldn’t dare tempt her want to be taken and claimed by this man.

5 hours later after they first met face to face, she was on the edge of the bed with her legs up and over his shoulders as he mercilessly drove into her. The sheets beneath her drenched in sweat and her own cum. She begged and pleaded with him to fill her, an endless mantra in her head kept saying “cuminmecuminmeohpleaseohpleasecuminmecuminmeeeee”.

As she felt his cock twitch inside of her and his pace quickened she couldn’t believe how loud her orgasm was when he snarled “Do you want to be my swollen pregnant cum dumpster?”

She was silently ashamed of that. That something so crude and misogynistic would bring her such pleasure. Little did she know that was exactly what he would reduce her to in the following nine months.

Her life completely turned upside down. First there were the positive test results she cried over. The doctor’s appointment that confirmed the news. Having to tell her parents who seemed so disappointed. And then telling him. He could barely contain his joy or how eager he was to take care of her. Abby tried to tell herself that she could do this mostly on her own and that she would handle the hardships but once she found out it was twins she began to panic. As she swelled larger and heavier with David’s babies she lost more and more control over her life and her body. It was if carrying his sons only made her want him more. To give in to him. To let him own her. She couldn’t resist or deny his want for her and that also seemed to get worse the larger she grew. One time during the 6th month she found herself crying as she was unable to fit into a former favorite dress. She turned to him and whimpered “I’m so pregnant” and the next thing she knew she could barely catch her breath after three straight hours of the most intense sex she had ever had. It didn’t matter to him that she was tender and sensitive all over or that she was the mother of his children. It didn’t matter to her either. They both just gave in more and more to their basic instincts and became two wild animals fucking each other with abandon. It was at the start of her third trimester that she quit her job and moved into the secluded house with him. And that’s where she stayed, growing bigger every day and waiting for his return.

It was late in the day, and she knew he would be home soon. She was a week overdue with the boys and she was more desperate than ever. She literally hoped he would fuck the babies out of her. That his thrusts would be so hard that her water break over both of them. All she wanted was to safely play at breeding. Now she would give anything to finally have the babies out of her. She would cry over the cumbersome weight of her belly that taxed her hips so. She wanted them out. She wanted her libido under control. She wanted to think straight and to have her light body back. She wanted herself back and to try and forget the swollen sex crazed creature she had allowed herself to devolve into.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her like a heat wave, and she didn’t want to move. But she knew she needed to be ready. She had promised him that today she would finally start getting things together and the house would be cleaned. They had made a pact last night as they finally calmed down on their soaked sheets that they would do better and have more control over themselves.They were even going to get the nursery ready on Saturday. She leaned forward bending her knees to stand, and the edge of her chair softly clipped her exposed and engorged clit. There was no pain, but she cringed before she even felt the bolt rush between her legs. Suddenly she was leaking down her aching thighs. She could feel the moisture coating her lips, her legs moving easily against each other as her natural lubrication entered overdrive.

Pressing both palms against the oak table, she tried to steady herself, one breeze away from collapsing with the hunger in her sex. Her knees bent as she pushed back against the desire she felt.

“I can’t be like this. I can’t let myself react this way.” She thought for the millionth time.

Remembering the rough, delicious romp that brought her here, running over the memory of him pumping his cum into her unprotected cunt, she dropped a hand to her clit. Her arm circles around the globe, stretching, stretching a little more. Slowly, She rotated two fingers in circles. Her belly bumped up against the table edge gently. Her head dropped back as her lips parted with a gasp. Her other hand caressing the top of her stomach. “Your daddy do this to me,” She thought. “Your daddy made me this way. And I like-“

She heard his car pulling up and parking outside. She turned quickly as she could and began slowly waddling her way across the room to retrieve some pants, shorts, a skirt - anything. The engine turns off. A door opens, slams. And the softer sound of gravel under boots. She is still bottomless, her chest heaving with desire, her face flushed, and her pussy drenched. She had wasted another day going from one extreme to another. Moping and feeling sorry for herself or unable to keep her hands off of her own body.

David entered and saw her there. Without realizing what he was doing he took in a deep breath, smelling her pheromones permeating the air. His hand instinctively went to the crotch of his jeans and he had to fight himself to pull it away. “God that smell” he thought. It was everywhere now. That deep earthy musky scent that made it hard to think. It had gotten steadily worse as Abby entered the third trimester and it seeped off of her in waves. “She’s just started her ninth month. What will it be like in a week? Two?” David thought as he silently put down the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. “Will we be nothing more than animals fucking each other raw?”. He began to put away the items he purchased for the two of them. Soon to be four. “And what about the twins if we keep up like this? What if I can’t help myself and hurt her or send her into labor when she’s not ready?” David looked towards Abby who was stretching as best she could with her hands on the small of her back. The massive dome of her belly shot out into the air. New angry red stretch marks had appeared and he could see the veins in the taut firm skin. “What if she begs me to stop but I won’t because I can literally feel her contracting around my cock?” David groaned at the idea as he felt himself twitch in his pants. It was almost like he could feel the weight of his full testicles sitting on his warm thigh. It was starting to hurt. David tried to focus by looking at their home and any hopes he had for normalcy were put out. Half of the clothes which he had washed were still sitting in the basket while the rest had been thrown all over in a frenzy. “She couldn’t find anything comfortable to wear” he noted. Dishes still sat untouched and stacked on the kitchen counter and sink. The kitchen floor was covered in crumbs and take out boxes sat untouched by the mounting garbage bags. Random “debris” was everywhere. Items they had knocked over and slammed into when they tore into each other were still strewn about. She hadn’t done anything all day. They made each other a promise and she hadn’t done a god damned thing. He knew it was dumb to get angry about how the place looked when her body was being put through hell but he needed anywhere else to go to avoid the lustful thoughts that were setting their hooks in him.

Just feeling so comfortable

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“Shit what was that?” Jaden whispered as Manti slid his cock into his pretty hole.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, my parents ain’t gonna be home for a week.” He said as he leaned down to kiss Jaden, feeling his whimpers vibrating on his lips.

“Fuck man, there’s definitely something down there, it’s so hard to focus when you’re fucking me.”

It was a cold October night when Deon’s first child was born. His contractions had begun very early that morning, and by nightfall they were ramming his body harder than Deon did.

He labored alone for most of the day, Deon had been gone for some days on a job, but he had made it clear that they couldn’t go to the hospital. His job didn’t offer health insurance, unsurprisingly.