Preganenant

Weeks later, one night, you go to sleep, you stomach cramping particular hard tonight, but you had long lost hope it could be actual contractions… And you wake up violently to a harsh, familiar tightening all across your tummy, as it misshapens in bursts that sink and stretch the skin in ways you never had seen before, but throw you into a world of agony completely unlike your first failed birth. You try to push, but you realize something heavy and monstrous is rolling inside you.

Something that is hatching, having been incubated in the warm refuge of your worm all this weeks, as if it had been laid, and isn’t all that pleased about its new, small home.

You are realizing too late. Even the signs of labor your ignored- but there is no time now, as your womb tightens and demands you to push, and you grit your teeth, sinking your hands into your aching belly and do just that. Squeezed by your overtaxed womb, the creature is guided downwards, and as it realizes finally where its path to freedom lies, its shoves its head into your pelvis with such force you feel your bones creak, and birthing fluids soak your sheets. Strangely, you don’t feel its shell, perhaps its soft, but you have no time to worry about that right now.

Another contraction envelopes you, and combined with the creature’s efforts, it begins to breach your birth canal, your pelvis creaking ominously. You scream, sweating, toes curling with effort, but you refuse to stop pushing until your body lets go off you. The babe squirms impatiently, what you guess is its tail, thick and heavy, slapping your lungs, cutting off your breath, but as another contraction takes over, you push just as hard as before, if not harder.

I got him pregnant so he wouldn't leave me; now, with a belly that big and two babies inside, I doubt he's going to find another boyfriend.

don’t you hate it when I assert my dominance onto you , pinning you into a corner while we’re supposed to be on lookout for enemies.

I squish my gut into yours so whenever I feel kicking you do too , “what’s the matter rookie? You thought you were so funny making comments about my body earlier in front or the rest of the team , look at you now just crumbling into pieces because I know me doing this is stirring something inside you”

Reupload of one of the first commissions I ever made, for @monkasss. Mpreg birth story, what's more important, push your baby out or try to not lose the videogame you're playing?

If anyone would have even tried to tell Mark that he would spend his first year of college massively pregnant, he would have laughed his ass off. Bending over and clutching at his stomach while crying type of laugh.

But here he was, pregnant. 

He did his parents a favor, after all, there was no better way to show how grateful he was for everything his parents have done for him than being their carrier, right?

He wasn’t too sure at first. He was young and had a bright future in front of him, but his parents gave him a solution for all the possible problems: as long as he were pregnant, he could stay at home and he would be treated like a king. He could try some sort of hybrid college modality, alternating between on-campus and virtuality, if the pregnancy was too much to just show up to class.

And, most important for Mark, he could be pregnant without having to take on the responsibilities that came with it after the fun part was done. 

Because for Mark, the fun part was everything he ever wanted: he wanted to feel his belly swell, tight and packed with life, watch himself grow and go through all the changes that pregnancy meant. He went from having that athletic frame, the trademark of a hot college boy, to having a huge belly resting in front of him, a chest now full of milk, heavy and sore, and everything that he already had, pregnancy made it better. 

When he found out he was carrying a single baby, he was disappointed. He hoped that his fun could be duplicated or even triplicated, having multiples sounded like the apex of pleasure to him.

Double the price, double the fun.

As his body changed and his belly started to swell, gravid and full, he was, indeed, treated like a king at his own home. But the treatment he got from his parents was the least part he cared about, Mark was infatuated with his pregnancy. 

Everything felt amazing. 

Morning sickness? He only had to bear with it for a few days. 

Pregnancy made him glow and it seemed like every little sensation was intensified now. Every part of his body was sensitive, from head to toe, and he knew how to make the most out  of it. 

The skin stretched and tight over his belly, how sensitive his chest was, how sensitive everything was. He got a whole new vision of how good belly rubs could be... and some of the best sex of his life.

Mark fell in love with not only everything that was happening on the outside, but also on the inside, feeling the baby move and kick inside him. Even if sometimes it would only mean kicking at his bladder or killing him with lower back pain. 

So he just sat down and grew, enjoying himself more every day until he finally had a nice, firm and swollen belly resting between his open thighs. The moment Mark would look down and face a huge mound of flesh, the moment he was unable to close his legs without it being so uncomfortable for his belly, the moment almost all of his clothes stopped fitting, that was when he was sure that it was all worth it.

If anyone would have even tried to tell Mark that he would spend his first year of college massively pregnant, huge and bloated, with the weight of a baby on his hips and almost constantly pressing against his prostate, it wouldn't have surprised him.

If anyone would have told Mark that he would be giving birth on Thanksgiving eve, laying on the floor of his bedroom with a videogame on pause on his TV, now that would have surprised him.

Mark lifted his hips, swinging them in the air trying to relieve some pressure. Under him, his belly pressed and rubbed against the carpet of the floor, sending shivers through his spine every time his belly button touched the fabric. 

It was all happening so fast, contraction after contraction striking his body as Mark felt the head of the baby starting to make its way down his birth canal, pressing against his prostate.

His parents had left early in the morning, and Mark assured his parents that the cramps he had been feeling were just Braxton hicks, nothing to worry about; he was right there on his due date, but it was nothing to worry about.

When the occasional cramps became more intense, each wave coming faster and stronger than the one before, Mark still thought he had time. 

Five minutes more of playing and he would consider calling his mom. 

And then five minutes became ten and ten turned into fifteen, Mark squirming on his seat and huffing under his breath, trying to get comfortable with the weight that was getting lower and lower on his hips. 

It was too late when his water broke all over the chair, leaving him sitting on his soaked trousers and with a baby coming now.

A whimper escaped Mark's lips when he felt the head starting to stretch his hole, his ass throbbing painfully as he pushed. The head was applying pressure right to his prostate, every push he gave sent a wave of painful pleasure through his body. 

His eyes squeezed shut and groaned as another contraction hit, his fingers brushing all over the skin of his contracting belly to try to ease some discomfort, but failing miserably. 

The baby was slowly beginning to move, pushing, and Mark was pushing back. His body was telling him to push, but as much as he was doing so, Mark didn't feel the baby move at all.

"God, fuck!" Mark whimpered through another contraction. "C'mon, baby...!"

With a groan, he lifted himself from the floor, his belly hanging naked and so low in front of him now that he couldn't see his knees. With one last heaving effort, Mark pushed through to get himself to a squat. 

His hands reached to grip the armrest of the chair, and Mark pressed his chin hard against his chest as he pushed, his face turning red with effort.

One, two, three times, Mark gritted his teeth as he pushed. The head moved a bit, bringing a burning sensation to his hole as it started to stretch around the head.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." he muttered, his fists clenched around the armrest as Mark let out another cry.

His forehead was damp with sweat as he tilted his head back, looking up to the ceiling above him. The baby was right there, about to get to a full crown.

His fingers curled tighter around the armrest as he let out a loud moan, whimpering as he felt the baby's head push against his prostate, and then he pushed again. A gush of amniotic fluid came out of him when the head began making its way to his anus; Mark was completely unprepared. 

He grunted and tensed as he tried to keep his balance, the head pushing out of him, sliding down and stretching his opening with every push. 

Soon, it only took a few more pushes until the whole head was out. Mark threw himself forward to fall on his knees, shaking legs buckling underneath him as he pushed out the rest of the body. 

There was an instant of bliss as Mark closed his eyes for a second, breathing heavily and letting the relief sink in his body.

He lay on his back panting for a moment, the crying baby resting against his agitated chest. 

virgin omega bunny boy being held down and knotted by his wolf alpha for the first time 🥺 so sweet and overwhelmed and making soft breathy gasps and all teary as he’s stretched so wide 🥺 wrists being held to the bed as the knot locks right inside his tight little hole and his tummy is filled with cum 🥺 keening as his tummy swells slightly from the amount of cum his alpha pumps into him 🥺 knot keeping him plugged up nice and tight even as he shudders and squirms 🥺 omega bunny boy bred thoroughly!!