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hello, i write for funsies. I like to write smut and really love mpreg!! So feel free to send requests :))

I’m typically down to write about anything including birth, male x male or omega-verse but will not write anything with minors, incest, or too much gore!!

I also DO NOT role play!! I just write and sketch sometimes but I do wanna interact more with the mpreg community!!

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A Teen Brother who got himself accidentally pregnant with his Brothers baby he grows big and has to try and hide the pregnancy from his family but its a lost battle in the end..

| A Brother’s Bond

(a/n) sorry for the wait!! I hope you enjoy!!

also when I say teen, I mean like eighteen or nineteen…so of legal age!! :))

Description: In which a teenager finds himself in a compromising position with his step-brother…

TYPE: MPREG, male x male, step-brother x step-brother

WARNINGS: dub con, step sibling relationship, smut, p in hole, erm parents walk in? teasing, crying, mean top…(lmk if I’m missing anything)

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“N-no” A teenage boy gripped a small pregnancy test in his hand, shaking and denying the clear fact. He really couldn’t fathom that he was carrying a baby in his womb…His step brother’s baby, of all people.

Since the discovery, his life changed entirely. Suddenly the outgoing, athletic young man, no longer was an extrovert. Now, he was a quiet man, with his dark dim room being his only sanctuary.

He truly was pitiful sight, desperately trying to conceal his secret from his family and even friends. The task was easy at first, as his belly only grew slightly. It only seemed as though he had a large meal but, soon he began to grow more. So much so that he could no longer use big shirts to cover the obvious growth.

By five months, his belly ballooned so much, he looked as though nearly eight months pregnant.

Every morning he’d awake in a tussle, whimpering and whining as he fought to get up from his twin bed. The large mound on his midsection weighed him down and tore into his pelvis, bringing him an unprecedented pain. He’d struggle and struggle before finally ripping himself from the bed, sweat dripping down his face and thick belly.

There he’d sit and glance at himself in his bedroom mirror, realizing that he was not the fit slim man he once was and now was a heavily pregnant man drenched in his own sweat and milk. Without saying much he’d get up, ignoring the fact that his shirt was far too tight for his plump figure and had risen high above his belly, leaving his bare belly hanging scarily from his frame.

He’d waddle painfully, each step jostling his full belly and aching his hips. His steps sounding against his creaking floor, further humbling the heavily pregnant teen. With each step he’d wither in pain, grasping his lower belly and back tightly as his unborn child harshly kicked against his large palm.

In shame, he’d walk to his closet and search for clothes large enough to cover his intense growth. He’d cry as the clothes snuggly wrapped around him and fight the heavy arousal building within him as the cloth of his clothes rubbed against his sensitive naval. Finally, he’d throw on a thick hoodie, hoping and praying it would cover his large womb.

With little motivation, he’d walk to his bathroom, and stare into his reflection once more. There he’d physically flinch seeing his fuller cheeks and less defined jawline. His once defined collar bones also now coated with a new layer of fat.

His once perfect and defined features were now marred by the consequences of a reckless night with his step brother.

In the bathroom he’d curse the tall built man, convincing himself he was forced and didn’t like the way his brother pounded into him.

Every morning was the same for the pitiful pregnant man. His body had changed entirely and he carried with him a shameful secret. A secret he swore he would keep hidden for as long as he could, even if it meant lying and hiding from his parents.

It became a daily thing for him, cowering before his parents and avoiding them. He’d take all their insults about his rapid weight gain and endure all the random pokes to his belly, praying that they wouldn’t feel his baby. Everyday was a struggle with them. Bright and early they’d laugh at him for wearing the same large hoodie, take food from his plate and insist he work out more.

All he could do was laugh it off, and rub his belly in secret, hoping they couldn’t see it too much.

“Maybe you should think about dieting…You look big, son.” His step father spoke, pinching his sensitive belly. His mother laughed at the sight, giggling as her husband laughed at her son.

The morning had already been humiliating as his largest hoodie now appeared tighter on the full man. Still, he walked down stairs ready to endure the nasty comments from his family and deny any claims of weight gain.

With an uneasy appearance he sat down, his plate nearly empty when his step-brother suddenly walked in, wearing nothing but his grey sweats. The teenager immediately covered his tummy with his arms, pressing his belly deep down. His brother only eyed him oddly, his eyes lingering on the man’s midsection.

“You look like shit…Probably cause of all the shit you eat…” He insulted, ripping a piece of bacon from his plate and devouring it before the pregnant man. The pregnant teen grimaced at the words, his face flushing in embarrassment.

“Look at your face dude. Ha, no fucking jaw line.” His brother harshly gripped his face, squeezing his cheeks tightly. He groaned in pain, trying to rip himself from his brother’s firm grasp.

Finally, his brother tossed him aside. Instantly, he got up, whimpering and waddling to his room, saddened by the words of the father of his growing child. His step brother only eyed him with a glint of malice and suspicion as the fuller man wobbled upstairs, certain his little brother was carrying more than he was leading on.

With ease the tall man followed after his fuller brother, discarding his breakfast and eager to find out what the bigger boy was hiding.

The pregnant teen continued his way, his large hands lifting his lower belly. Each step spread pain through his pelvis more, leaving him with shaky legs and an uneasy expression. Still, he did not falter, eager to return back to his safe space.

Without thought, he slammed into his room, and inched back to the mirror. He quickly lifted his hoodie, revealing his bare belly barely glistening in the sunlight, harsh stretch marks trailing up to his large naval. His hands immediately went to his bare pulsing belly, immediately soothing and caressing every inch of the ginormous growth. He relished in the feel, loving the way his callused fingers felt along his smooth stretched skin.

What the teen didn’t notice was the creeping young man, leaning against his door frame, eyeing him with dark eyes.

“Hm….” The older man spoke, startling his younger brother. The pathetic boy scrambled to shield his thick belly.

His brother did not falter and inched closer with a dark expression.

"...being the great and kind brother that I am...I came to check on you, baby bro...but ah what do I find...?"

The older boy now stood before his brother, towering over his figure.

“All I find is my slut of a brother…with a pregnant belly…”

He snarled out and pulled away his younger brother’s arms from his figure. The younger boy whined pathetically as he fought his brother, still desperate to conceal his grotesque figure.

“…please” He pleaded before eventually he displayed his full belly. The large growth pressed against his brother’s hard abdomen, a sign of their close proximity.

His brother’s large hand slowly wandered over to the vast growth. As though in awe, he pinched and prodded, uncaring as the pregnant boy whined and fought to pull away.

“…you fucking slut…this…this is an 8 month pregnant belly”

Suddenly the air shifted as his older brother stared at his belly bump.

“W-what?”

The older man ignored his brother and immediately dragged him to the bed. In an instant, the pregnant boy was pinned to his bed as his older brother hovered over him and tightly gripped his wrist.

“Whose baby is it? Huh?” The older man snarled into his ear, harshly biting and tugging on his ear lobe. The pregnant man shivered, heat building.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” He whimpered out trying to ignore the way his step-brother licked down his neck.

“You were fucking some other guys, hm?” The older man inched lower, his large hand wandering over to the vast growth in his midsection.

“Let me remind you…who you fucking belong to”

With ease, his brother tore off his sweats, and began to rub his large length against his large belly, coating the shiny dome in his pre-cum.

He gasped at the sight, remembering the way his brother’s length felt in him.

“This’ll show you…”

His brother quickly flipped him over, uncaring of the way his large belly jammed into his hard bed. He whimpered at the feel, the rustle of the mere sheets on his bed touching his sensitive and bulging belly button.

“A-ah…w-wait” He pathetically stuttered out as his brother tore off his pants and plunged into him with no warning. Instantly his back arched and he let out a cry of pleasure as he felt the familiar cock.

“Who’s fucking kid is that?” His brother demanded as he plunged harshly into him, awakening the fetus in him.

“ITS YOURS…PLEASE”

The young boy yelled as his brother harshly gripped his hair and pounded harder into him. He shivered and cried pathetically feeling his brother’s large cock prodding against his ballooning womb.

“IT HURTS! PLEASE, THE BABY…IS YOURS!!” He continued to cry and yell as he eyed his open bedroom door. Tears streamed down his face as he remained on his knees. His face was pressed deeper into the covers as he desperately stroked his lower belly, whimpering every time his brother dove deeper and deeper.

His large belly pressed harshly against his thighs and bed. His brother didn’t care, and only pulled his thick hips closer.

“Say it again”

“IT’S YOURS”

His brother chuckled in delight spilling his seed and plunging back into his brother’s already leaking and pulsing hole.

“Louder”

“PLEASE! ITS YOURS! YOU PUT THIS BABY IN ME…YOU MADE ME THIS BIG…ALL YOU!!” The younger boy cried out as sweat dripped down his rosy cheeks and a loud moan escaped his mouth.

His brother relished in the words and pounded harder, smirking in delight as he heard the wooden steps creaking.

The pregnant boy too heard the noise and began to squirm.

“W-wait they’re coming. They’re gonna see us” He whined weakly, pulling away. His brother dragged him back. Suddenly, he found himself on his back as his brother placed his thick legs on his shoulders, easily sliding back in.

“Let them see…Show them how big of a slut you are”

His brother quickly latched onto his full breast, sucking and biting them. The pregnant man could only moan and fight the sudden urge to cry out his brother’s name. Tears streamed down his face as he heard the steps grow closer.

“A-ah p-please…They’re really c-coming”

“I am too” His brother chuckled and began to suck on his neck, plunging deeper with each thrust.

A large gasp alerted them that their parents had entered, yet the older boy did not stop. The pregnant boy under him could only cry in shame and shield his face.

“W-what is this?! WHAT IS THIS?!” Their father roared out as their mother crumbled to the ground in disbelief. Still their reactions did nothing to stop the two boys who laid in bed. If anything, it made them both grow more aroused.

The older boy slammed harder, delighted at the pathetic cries and loud moans escaping the boy below him. His hands wandered over to his brother’s growing belly, patting it as his parents stared in horror.

“Surprise! You’re gonna be grandparents!!”

Hello! These are kind of rough but I tried!! :))

Okayyy so I graduate in like two weeks but I’m done with my clinical in a week sooo best believe I’ll be back!! I have so many ideas in mind and things in my drafts!!

For now here’s a page from my sketchbook. I was just thinking of a pregnant professor. <33

I’ve been really sad I haven’t been able to post but I’ll get back to it!! The weekend is coming up so expect some more stories!! :)))

a/n: I have some sketches of this but I would really love if y’all made your own art of it!! I’m no pro artist so my sketches are meh!! :))

Description: A sweet pregnant father wants to show his mean step-son his active sibling…but it backfires

TYPE: MPREG, implied male x female. Implied male x male, step-dad x step-son

WARNINGS: MPREG, age gap, implied relationship between step-son and step-dad, foul language, implied cheating, mentions of parent death, crying

“Uh s-son, please let me in…I-I have something to show you” The thirty year old father, softly knocked against his step-son’s door.

The older man softly rubbed his swell, his slighting sunken eyes in awe with his belly as he waited.

Suddenly the door ripped open, revealing his tall lean step-son, carrying a nasty expression on his face.

“Stop calling me that. You’re not my dad” He barked at the pregnant man, not caring that the man was carrying his sibling. The older man stilled, his soft smile dropping and his rectangular glasses clouding slightly.

“I-I uh…sorry” The older man cowered as his step-son glared at him. Slowly, he recovered, and smoothed down his sweater, “I-I want to show you something. You might like it…” He softly smiled, hoping that by seeing his surprise, their relationship would suddenly mend.

The nineteen year old rolled his eyes and scowled. Still the pregnant man took it as a yes, and slowly lifted his knitted sweater, revealing his rounded five month pregnant belly.

The small swell was smooth, entirely free of any marks. It glistened under the light of the hallway, highlighting the dark happy trail on his underbelly. His slightly popped naval, looked gentle and soft. He was carrying pregnancy beautifully.

They both watched as his soft swell shifted, a clear sign that the fetus within him was kicking and moving about. The older man laughed softly, admiring the movement.

“It’s your brother, he’s kicking…I thought you’d like to see it” The pregnant man looked up at his step-son, hoping to see a slight smile on his face but only finding a terrible scowl and dark eyes. The father’s smile quickly dropped, beginning to shudder as his son’s heavy gaze landed on him.

“Disgusting.” The teenager said one word, shattering all the happiness the pregnant man had originally felt. He quickly dropped his sweater and covered his swell once more. The frail man shook in embarrassment, when suddenly his step-son gripped his sweater and threw him back, pressing him deep against the wall.

The pregnant man gasped in pain, whimpering as he was shoved harder into the wall. His step-son instantly leaned into his ear, his tall figure towering over the smaller man.

“Why the fuck would I want to see that?” He snarled lowly into the older man’s ear, raising his large hand to meet his step-father’s pregnant belly. The pregnant man whimpered, now fearing the teenager would harm his growing child.

“That fucking thing is no sibling of mine. Nope. Just the kid of my whore step-father and some random he slept with.” The pregnant man shook in fear as his son snuck his hand under his thick sweater and rested his heavy hand over his sensitive belly.

“Father…” He mocked, “You forget, my mother died nearly a year ago. Ha, so there’s no way that bastard is hers…” He barked out before harshly pulling away and giving his step-dad’s belly a hard pinch.

“Don’t show me that thing ever again.” He said one last time before storming back into his room, and slamming his door hard.

The pregnant man whimpered, holding back tears, as he slid down the hard wall. His tired figure shook as tears slowly slid down his gentle face. He quietly caressed his sensitive belly, soothing away the pain from the harsh pinch he had just received…

He really should’ve known that his step-son knew the truth. The boy was always very bright…

YAY! My first request!! Hopefully this is what you meant! Enjoy!

| The Pregnant Old Man

Type: MPREG, implied male x male

WARNINGS: MPREG, SMUT, old age, risky pregnancy, self pleasure, use of toys, bullying at work?

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“Mhm…” A man with grey hairs, whined in pain as he rubbed his aching hips, his large belly jostling with every movement…

It’s common for pregnancy to be challenging but for the nearly sixty year old man, pregnancy was pure torture. Being pregnant humbled him entirely and really highlighted how unsuited pregnancy was for his frail old body.

His brittle and stiff bones simply couldn’t handle the heavy weight and pressure of his round gut. Even the joys of pregnancy were marred by painful aches. Every single kick and push against his growing womb, bruised the saggy skin on his thick belly and often left him clutching the area.

Still what was worse was the shame that arose from his sudden pregnancy. He had always received unwanted stares, being a trans man, but nothing could have prepared him for the judgement and disgust in people’s eyes when they saw his large gut sticking out from under his knitted sweaters. He too grew ashamed of the thing, trying to conceal the fact from his family and friends.

A pregnant man was already a bizarre thing, but what was even more bizarre was a man of his age, carrying a baby as large as the one he carried. Even he found himself disgusted with the rapid changes in his body, detesting the way his breast would leak and his naval protruded harshly.

For the old man, the news of pregnancy was a great shock. He never intended to get pregnant, especially not when he was nearing retirement. All he wanted was to have a fun and “find himself” but all he found was a baby in his belly.

Everyday was a battle with his thick stomach. Most mornings he’d huff and puff, struggling to get up from his bed. His back would receive no rest and feel incredibly sore. His white pajama shirts would be completely soaked in his breast milk and too small, often exposing the wrinkly and spotted skin on his belly.

Every morning, he’d waddle around and get ready, struggling to fit his thick belly under his knitted sweaters. Many times, he’d simply give up, letting his bare belly hang and leaving his khaki pants unbuttoned.

At the office he’d endure nasty comments and playful touches from his coworkers. The sudden surge of his belly seemed to have hurt his reputation. Many colleagues, including the younger ones, lost respect for the older man. He couldn’t blame them, he really was a disgrace but still he hated the way his younger coworkers would poke and pinch his underbelly.

Matters worsened as his pregnancy progressed and his belly grew bigger and bigger. Even just attending work became a challenge and he opted to working from home. There he could at least walk around without constricting his belly in tight shirts and could openly soothe his belly when it shifted awkwardly.

With the time getting closer, he began to fear labor. His frail hips and old birthing hole, surely would not be able to birth the large baby banging against his huge womb. After researching, the old man learned that intercourse helps with labor. His issue was that no one in their right mind would fuck a heavily pregnant sixty year old man. Nor would his massive belly make the act feasible.

So, he opted to doing it himself. He would stretch his birthing hole and hopefully train his frail hips for the painful labor in sight.

Shortly after his decision, a large package arrived at his place. The package contained a variety of dildo’s, all ranging in various sizes, and toys that he could stuck up his thick and plump cunt.

That night, he organized the dildos on his bed, removing his tight pants, but still leaving his tight knitted vest on. His thick belly pressed hard against his thick thighs as he bent forward, arching his back. He whimpered at the act, pain shooting through his back. Without prepping he took a random dildo and simply shoved the item into him.

Immediately he cried as the thing prodded deep against his sensitive womb. His tight cunt, leaked as it suctioned around the plastic.

His fat cunt was too tight, too small, even the mere dildo left him crying and withering in pain, how would he be able to get his baby out?

With more passion, he pressed the thing deeper in, his eyes widening in pain, more creases forming around his sunken eyes. Tears leaked down his wrinkly face, drenching the grey stubble around his clenched jaw. Still, he pulled the thing out and plunged it in deeper, his legs parting more as his cunt leaked, now coating his thick spotted thighs.

His desperate cries carried through the room but, still he persisted, clutching and rubbing his thick belly, reminding himself it was all for his growing child. With the item still in him, he shakily walked to his bed, resting his weak back against his sheets and slowly lifted his legs. He quickly grabbed another dildo, bigger than the last, and replaced the one in his leaking cunt with the larger one.

The large thing wrecked and pressed against his organs, filling and expanding his belly out more. His poor hips felt as though they were tearing from just the tip of the large dildo. He whimpered and whined, massaging his weak hips but still pressing the thing deeper into his tight cunt.

He heaved and panted, his thick belly rising up and down as he withered around the bed. Finally, he plunged the entire thing in and threw his head back in pain and slight pleasure. With shaky hands, he started to move the thing in and out, moaning and grunting as his cunt stretched around the large item.

He shuddered and slobbered all over his face, his belly glistening under the dim light in his room. He teased his cunt, pleasing himself until finally he spasmed and came all over his veiny spotted hand. Lacking all energy, he collapsed onto his bed, his large gut towering over him, leaving him breathless and exhausted as the heavy weight pressed into his stiff joints and bones.

He lacked all energy to move, leaving the large dildo in him, as he drifted into a deep slumber. Even as he slept, his belly still shifted as his child kicked, stretching his tired skin more…

a/n: nothing crazy, it’s pretty tame but I’ve had this in my drafts for a while!

Description: A heavily pregnant idol runs into one of his fan girls…

Type: MPREG, male x female, idol x fan

WARNINGS: MPREG, oral, mentions of deleting fetus, bullying?, both genitals,

Jiung Lee was stuck in a grand dilemma. Jiung had long been an idol and was adored by many fans globally. The man debuted at the mere age of fifteen and had long grown accustomed to the strict diets and rigorous schedules but, recently he found himself struggling with the lifestyle.

Jiung, who was cursed with having both female and male body parts recently found out he was pregnant. Many would have rejoiced at the idea but not Jiung, no, rather he cursed it. He hated the idea and loathed himself for being able to bear children.

He tried to hide the fact and often wore large clothes to conceal the growth but it really was to no avail. By the time he was five months, no shirt could cover his protruding belly. His once toned belly had disappeared, and had shifted into a massive orb.

It wasn’t a pretty sight. He looked grotesque no matter what he did or how little he ate. He looked nearly full term at only five months. He hated it all, the way his belly jostled when he tried to dance and the way he would get sharp pains and be left withering from simple movements.

But, what he hated the most was the way the shiny globe looked under the bright lights of the dance room.

The mound was huge. The skin on it stretched thin and desperately tried to coat his growing womb. He could even see slight blue veins and dark stretch marks crawling up from the bottom of his large gut, truly unappealing. His naval, which was only a small sliver and held a beautiful piercing, now protruded far past his taut womb and held no piercing.

The sensitivity of the damn thing was also incredibly irritating. Even just the slight brush of his arm or fabric on his taut belly, sent shivers down his spine. He couldn’t work without getting aroused or dance as he used to without his belly getting in the way.

He tried to push past it, certain his fan would stick by him. Still, doubts filled his head. Would they truly stick by him if they saw his new look? A look that was far too different from his typical lean and muscular one.

His doubts would quickly vanish after one late night encounter…

That night he wore a grey zip up and sweats, leaving nearly half of his bare belly hanging out. He arrived late and danced pathetically in the training room, trying to bend and stretch but continuously knocking against his large belly. Like always he’d grow hard and wet, his light sweats staining.

It was as he looked at himself in the mirror of the dance room, disgusted with himself that he caught sight of two trainees, lingering by the door. He heard them mock him and discuss how disgustingly huge he looked. He itched to confront them but opted to shoving past them and making his way to his dorm, making sure his thick belly slammed into the boys.

There he paced back and forth, his hands in his hair as he eyed the damned thing in his midsection. He couldn’t stand it, so without thinking he stepped out of the dorm once more and made way to the 7/11, surely they’d have something to get rid of his plump womb.

He walked with a purpose only using his hood to conceal his identity, surely no one would recognize him in his state.

Much to his dismay, he was easily recognized by a fan of his. The loud girl squealed in delight when she recognized him and rambled on about how much she adored him, eventually going silent when she caught sight of the large mound sticking out of his large sweater.

She stuttered as she asked him the question he so dreaded, “A-are y-you p-pregnant?”

He tried desperately to quiet down the girl, nearly pleading. She only eyed his thick belly and quietly asked again, to which he shamefully nodded yes. His large hand circled her wrist as he begged her to not tell a soul. The girl quietly agreed, promising she wouldn’t tell anyone as long as he let her see the bare mound.

He hesitantly complied and walked out the store and to a hidden ally. There he shamefully lifted his sweater to reveal his red tight belly and protruding naval. The girl gasped in amazement and pressed her cold hands to his warm belly.

“OMG! It’s so cute” She eagerly pressed her face to the mound and gently kissed it, obsession evident.

Jiung could only moan and grunt at the feel, growing louder as the girl nibbled on his naval.

“Do you like it?” The fan asked her idol, to which he only shuddered and nodded shyly. She giggled in delight and continued to kiss his belly. Her pink tongue soon began to roam and lick his underbelly, trailing lower and lower until she finally got to his waistline.

Without hesitation she pulled down his sweats to reveal his wet folds and hard cock. The idol gasped, certain she was going too far but doing nothing to stop her. The girl smiled in joy and let her tongue explore both of his parts.

Jiung could only moan at the feel and grip the brick wall behind him for support. Sweat spilled down his handsome features and gut. He was a panting, sweaty mess.

Entranced with the girls tongue, his tongue too slipped out in pleasure and he grew wetter and wetter. All which the fangirl adored, certain no photo card could capture the beauty he exuded in that moment.

With ease she sucked him off, holding his pretty pink cock in her mouth, delighted that her idol was crumbling under her touch. Within minutes the pathetic idol spilled into her mouth.

How the fangirl wished she could have taken the load and saved it for later.

She pulled away, her hands lingering on his glistening round belly, “Hm, I don’t know why you hide this…Your fans would all love to see you this…”

She giggled and winked at him, ”Don’t worry though, I won’t say a thing until you reveal it…” She sauntered off, the photo card of him on her bag swaying in the wind.

Description: A hot wife is back to messing with her pregnant CEO husband while he works…This time with a new toy in hand…

Type: MPREG, male x female, CEO x bimbo wife, fluff,

WARNINGS: MPREG, smut, p in hole, cock warming, use of vibrator, overstimulation, lactation, boob play, oral,

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“Honeyyy” A glamorous blonde woman stepped into the office of her husband, her heels clicking away as she gracefully stepped into the room.

Her cold husband sat elegantly behind his desk, his defined features focused on the document in hand.

“Loveyyy” She stormed up to his desk, eager to show him what she had just bought. The man glanced up briefly, pushing his thin glasses up to examine the item in her hand.

She smiled eagerly, flashing her pearly whites and thrusting the item into his face, “It’s a new toyy!! We can try it out right now!!” She excitedly said, “Oh and it’s safe for our baby!” She voiced as she glanced down, admiring the man’s swell, which was barely hidden behind his expensive suit.

Her husband grimaced in exhaustion and annoyance, ignoring her and turning back to the contract in hand. She began to pout and stomped her foot angrily, “Hmp you always do this! I’m starting to think you don’t love me!!” She angrily crossed her arms and pouted more.

The pregnant CEO glanced up at her, removing his glasses and placing the contract down.

“I am working.” He coldly replied, enunciating every word, his straight brows slightly furrowed. She eyed him deeply, challenging him and still pouting.

“You’re always working…You never have time for meee and I get sooo lonely…” She voiced, whining. The man scoffed and turned back to his work, he was already stressed and aching, he didn’t need a tantrum from his wife.

“Loveyy pleaseee…” She dropped her act and sauntered over to him, turning his chair so that he had no choice but to face her. Her hands remained firm on the armrest, inevitably caging him in. He rubbed his temple in annoyance and leaned back in his chair, his large belly resting on his thighs.

“Ya know most husbands would die to have a wife like meee…” She teased, pressing one knee in between his thighs, forcing him to open them further. Her sharp knee prodded against his length and pulsing heat, slightly arousing him.

The older man scoffed, “Then, go be with them”, jealously evident in his features as he spoke. She scrunched her nose in distaste, “You’re being mean, again…”

She complained before slowly leaning into his ear and blowing on it, “and I fucking love it” She nibbled on his ear shamelessly. The man flushed red, trying to resist his hot wife, his large hands naturally sticking to her curves.

“I-I have to finish my work, it’s important!” His stern voice sounded, sending shivers down his wife’s spine. She angrily complied and huffed, slowly taking a seat on his lap. Almost immediately she began to mess with the man again. She playfully caressed the vast growth in his midsection and circled around the outline of his naval.

He instinctively captured her wrist and gave her a stern glare, as though reprimanding her with his eyes alone. She crumbled before his gaze, her playfulness faltering.

“Fine. I guess I’ll just sit here…and help you with your work, hubby”

The man rolled his eyes at her antics, knowing full well that his stubborn wife would not leave even if he demanded she did. So, he scooted into his desk, picked up the document and placed his glasses back on his face. For a second all was well, no teasing or playful touches in sight, until she began to trace his defined jaw. Then, she began to press soft kisses along his sharp features, whispering soft praises.

“You’re so handsome…my husband”

“Enough” He coldly told her, tired of her teasing. She only rolled her eyes and stopped kissing his jaw. Feeling at a loss she turned to face the document her husband held, feigning seriousness and removing his glasses from his handsome face and placing them on her face.

“Hm, so what are we reading?” She slightly shimmed and moved around his lap, feeling his length begin grow and poke her, his belly still hard against her back.

He groaned and grunted feeling her shift and tease his cock from over his dark pants.

“I-it’s uh a contract between mhm…s-stop moving” His large hands shifted to hold her hips in place. She caught on quick and shifted more, teasing and arousing the man deeply.

“But lovey, I’m barely even doing anything…” She teased fully aware of the man’s growing sensitivity from pregnancy.

“Mhm…ah…s-stop” He whined, she giggled in delight, turned to face him and immediately pressed a sloppy kiss to his lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth, causing the man to moan and grunt as their tongues twirled together. His hands gripped her waist tightly and he practically placed her over his large belly. She rejoiced and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. They both moaned and panted loudly, memories of work long gone.

“Hubby, let me try this on you. I’ll be gentle…” Her eyes twinkled certain she could convince the man now that he was horny. The man only swallowed at her question, his eyes shooting over to the stack of papers on his desk.

She watched his internal conflict and immediately slipped off his lap, kneeling on the floor, in between his legs. She wasn’t going to let him back out now.

“Yum, my favorite view…” She licked her lips and carefully unbuttoned his suit, revealing his grotesque ripe belly, pulsing and covered in stretch marks. She admired the growth, her hands glued to the orb as she slowly kissed the bulge lovingly.

“Lovey, I know you’re aching, carrying our baby. Let me make you feel good” She said before licking his belly and unbuttoning his pants slowly, revealing his small cock and wet glistening folds, leaking and desperate for her.

“So fucking pretty…” She carefully licked his folds, warming up his birthing hole for the toy she bought. The pregnant man quickly forgot his internal conflict, solely focused on his wife. He continued to moan and caress his large belly as she slurped and teased his tight hole.

“Mhm a-ah j-just be quick.” He said through a frenzy of pants and moans. The woman smiled and stuck the pink vibrator up her husband’s tight hole. She forced it up, and watched him arch his back and grunt though the pain of the object being inserted. She softly kissed his cunt, rubbing slight circled on his hips to soothe and ease the pain.

“Sorry hubby, it’ll feel better…” She pressed level one, letting the vibrator work its magic on his tight wet hole. The stern CEO cried and arched his back more as pleasure surged through his body. The woman smiled and took his small hard cock into her mouth, latching on and sucking sloppily. He whined and clutched his belly hard, throwing his head back. He was so overstimulated, all he could do was shudder and leak all over as his wife did as she pleased with him.

The woman quickly turned the level up, making the man’s legs shake and his moans and whines grow louder. She sucked and sucked, her hands moving up to play with his nipples. It was too much for the man, he was so horny, and ultimately cummed. His wife, slurped it all up, marveling at his pure aroused face.

“A-ah it’s too much…I’m gonna cum again…mhm” He spasmed once more, simply aroused by the toy still in him and drenched his wife in his slick and cum, a second time. She loved every second of it. Especially loving how her cold husband turned into a puddle of nothing under her touch.

“W-wife a-ah it’s too much”

He cummed again, this time all over his thick belly. Exhausted from the overstimulation, he went limp on his office chair and caressed his belly. His wife smiled at his state and finally removed the toy, kissing his thighs and belly delicately when he winced. She slowly stood, leaning over her tired husband and brushing aside his sweaty hair, pressing a soft kiss to his flushed cheek.

“Loveyyy…I love seeing you like this…I want more…more of you” She seductively said, her length pressing against her tight dress.

The man glanced tiredly at her and nodded slowly, his arousal growing again. She giggled and did a little dance, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I’ll be careful with your big tummy, love”

She slowly lifted her dress, sliding her lace panties down to reveal her large pulsing length, already leaking and yearning for him. She carefully sat on his lap, facing him as his thick belly jammed against her toned stomach. She slid into his already wet, and leaking hole. He moaned as he felt her length filling him up more than he already was.

“Ah-ah…mhm so full…a-ah” He whined and clenched tight around her long thick cock, his large hands gripping her full hips. She smiled in delight as the man whimpered and began to press delicate kisses to the tears of pleasure streaming down his sharp eyes, “Sorry, lovey…I’ll be gentle” She carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, playfully undoing his collar. He threw his head back as her large length, fully entered his hole.

“I’m gonna start to move…” She whispered into his ear, slowly bobbing up and down his lap, her dress rubbing againt his sensitive under belly and thick naval. He whined as she moved, each move jostling his leaking breast and prodding around his aching womb. As she bounced, she captured his lips, letting him moan into her mouth and tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth. He shuddered, captivated by his wife, still the pregnant man needed more.

Without thinking he gripped her smooth and exposed thighs, lifting her up and helping her pound into him. With ease, his arms moved up and down, his speed increasing as his arousal grew and grew. Each plunge left him wetter and created a slobbering mess, his dignity and professionalism all gone. His wife continued to whimper into his ear, her poor cock enduring the power of each slam.

“H-hubby…a-ah…It’s too much…I’m so close” She cried into his shoulder, nibbling on his sharp collar bones. He clenched his jaw, sweat tricking down his forehead. He as entirely flushed, panting and heaving loudly. His large belly moved up and down with each pant he released. He was so close to cumming again.

“Hold it…Not yet” He sternly voiced into her ear, she only nodded, shuddering and convulsing as he slammed her down harder.

“B-baby, hm you’re gonna hurt yourself…” She whispered into his ear, feeling his thick belly rub harshly against her toned stomach. Still, he did not falter needing to distress from the pile of work. He hummed in pleasure, loving the way his wife wrapped around him like a koala and whimpered into his shoulder.

“Babyyy, let me cum…” He smacked her ass harshly, “No” He demanded, now determined to get his fill from his wife.

“Y-you’re so mean” She yelled out. The man smiled and kept taking her cock well. Finally, after a couple of minutes he let his flirty wife cum, joining in as she spilled.

His belly immediately swelled as she spilled her hot seed into him, his womb tightening. He whimpered and whined as his belly surged, his large hands shifting to grip his belly, in pain.

His beloved wife couldn’t even admire or soothe away his pain, exhaustion striking her. Immediately after spilling her seed she collapsed against him, exhaustion evident.

He could only hold his wife, wipe her sweat and let her cock rest in him. He softly hummed and kissed her temple, rubbing her back and soothing the tired girl on his plump chest. Carefully, he leaned back into his chair, holding his wife preciously.

Description: In which a bitter old woman uncovers a disgusting secret about her workaholic husband…

Type: MPREG, male x female, older couple (in 40s), implied male x male

WARNINGS: MPREG, implied smut, maybe violence?, possibly forced disposal of fetus, talk about disposal of fetus, mentions of old age, menopause, older couple, cheating

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The woman wasn’t always a bitter person. She used to always be kind, gentle and honest, all qualities that her husband once loved.

When she first married the handsome man, she imagined their life would be perfect and that she’d eventually become pregnant and have a child. Together, they would form the perfect family.

For years she held onto this dream but, little by little her hope dwindled. Every time she brought up kids and a family to her husband, he always shut her down, claiming he wasn’t where he wanted to be career wise.

For years it went on like this, until it was too late and menopause struck her at the ripe age of forty, ultimately destroying her hopes of children.

Her career driven husband never changed, even as they aged, all he ever did was work.

Her sweet nature quickly turned bitter after his brazen behavior and It only worsened when she began to notice odd changes in her husband…

He began to came home late, far later than he used to, with messy hair and wrinkled clothes. In addition to the wrinkles on his clothes, his clothes also now carried odd white stains. Bruises also now coated the loose skin on his neck and back.

But what she found most odd was the way he’d walk into their home. He’d always arrive with shaky and weak legs, his arms supporting his lower back. Nearly every week she’d have to massage his frail back and hear him complain about the old chairs in his office.

Those small things soon shifted into stranger and bigger things…

Her husband of nearly twenty years began refusing to change in front of her and opted to change in the bathroom with the door locked. He also began to refuse all her affections, especially when she tried to hug his middle or cuddle with him at night. Most nights he even slept in the living room, claiming he was simply sick and didn’t want her to catch whatever he had contracted.

But what alarmed her the most was the constant nausea he felt and the rapid weight gain she saw, in not only his midsection, but also his chest. She even had to go buy the man larger sweaters and button ups, opting to get him an XL instead of his usual M.

Also odd, was the way he handled his gut. He never let anyone touch it and would end up nearly in tears if he brushed the large orb against anything. Sometimes she’d even catch the man holding his gut and caressing it. One time she could have sworn she heard him talking to his gut. Still, she couldn’t really figure out what it all meant about her husband. Perhaps his age was simply getting to him too?

The true revelation would come on a random night. Her husband had just gotten home, his legs shaking as usual and his hand lingering around his bottom. She had only just exited the shower when she caught sight of him, and sat on the edge of their bed, drying her grey hair with a towel. It was then, when she saw a clear swell concealed under her husband’s thick blazer. She stilled trying to convince herself her eyes were merely playing a trick on her but, the more she looked the more obvious it was. There was a clear baby bump.

“Are you pregnant…?” The question made the room go silent, only the sound of their heavy breathing clear. The middle aged man froze entirely, turning to face his wife with wide eyes and a look of disbelief. She glanced down at the swell again, standing up when she watched it shift.

“I asked you a question. Are you fucking pregnant?” She now demanded. The workaholic shuddered at her words and clutched his thick underbelly in fear, completely revealing the secret he had tried to desperately hide.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me” She yelled out in disbelief, stepping closer to the man and ripping open his blazer and button up. There she saw the clear evidence. His hard belly was incredibly round, a clear sign of a swollen womb. His naval protruded far past the tautness and the skin on his heaving belly stretched thin over his ripe womb . She could even see the fetus within him kicking, prodding and pressing againt his full womb.

But, that wasn’t the worse part, no, what was worse was the cum dripping from his thick belly, a clear sign that someone had squirted all over his pregnant womb.

Her husband trembled as she inspected his belly and hastily stepped back, shielding away his big belly. Bitterness and fury erupted and surged through the woman’s body as she eyed his heaving belly, obviously ripe and ready to pop out a baby any second now. With anger she gripped and tightly squeezed his cum soaked belly bump, her weak nails digging into the wrinkly skin wrapped desperately around his massive gut.

“You’re getting rid of that thing, I don’t care if you want to or not. You will not ruin our reputation simply because you were whoring around with who knows who.” She ranted away, shoving him away and ripping her hand from his grotesque belly. The older man only quivered and rubbed the place she pinched desperately, certain any more force would have teared his already thin and sensitive skin.

“We’re going tomorrow” She explained one last time, “Oh and you’re sleeping on the couch” She threw him his pillows and blankets, no care for his large belly. The forty year old man walked out, his bare belly still out. There really was no way to explain this to his wife.

Truly…How was he going to explain that he’s been getting railed by various men for over a year. That every night his hole is used and abused by countless men and that his womb gets filled so often, he doesn’t know who the father of his baby is.

When he first found out he was pregnant, he figured his days of fun were over but he quickly found out countless men were more than willing to fuck a pregnant forty year old. Some even preferred to fuck men as big and grotesque as he was. Sometimes he’d have multiple offers and would just be passed around a circle, getting his womb filled to the brim. Those nights his gut would get so big, it would tower high over him and render him immobile.

guys the way I’m writing the most scrumptious thing. HEAR ME OUT. IM A WHORE.

It’s two pregnant men x one woman. Literally I can’t. I’m a genius. It’s set in a abo so it’s enigma x alpha x omega.

The dynamic is so like fun. Like the alpha is very much traditional jock but he’s a golden retriever. The omega is very much bratty and feisty. The enigma just like matches their vibes. For example, she likes to tease the omega and get him riled up but still spoils him. With her alpha, she very much babies him and is very level headed with him, like that’s her husband.

The omega and alpha have a very, “walk him a dog” relationship. Which is funny because the enigma likes to challenge the omega so much but will never talk back or raise her voice at her sweet alpha.

a/n: I wanna preface by saying that this story is foul and has odd implications but, FL was eighteen when everything began. I know, still young but legal!! She was very naive at that age and had just lost her parents. ML used that to his advantage.

READ WARNINGS!!!

Description: A runaway tutor, pregnant by a crazy noble woman is found by her…

Type: MPREG, male x female, medieval au, NO FLUFF, tutor x student…

WARNINGS: MPREG, dub con, maybe non con?? uh torture?, knife play (no blade), possible gore, graphic violence, uh hurt/bleeding hole?, blood, age gap, implied SA, idk like odd power dynamics, manipulation, foul language, FL is highkey crazy (insane/rapid mood changes)

(lmk if i missed any other warning!!)

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“Tsk, you thought I wouldn’t find you?” The noble woman teased, playing with a dagger in her hand, her eyes glowing with thirst and malice.

The commoner had his back to her, shaking in fear as he held the soft swell in his midsection. He panted, panic surging through his body as he stared at the brick wall before him, a dead end.

“Hm…” She smirked in delight of his terror, inching closer, still playing with the dagger, “You forget, I get everything that I want…”

The man internally cried, his fine features collapsing into one of pure fear.

“P-please…Just let me go.” He pitifully cried, turning to face the mad woman. She laughed loudly at his words, “Ha. Never.” She gripped his chin harshly, bringing his face close to hers. He shuddered under her touch, tears streaming down his face.

“Not when you carry my heir…You didn’t think you could just flee, did you?!” She gripped the side of his belly, her fingers digging into the thin skin.

“…please” He pleaded one last time, knowing there was no hope for him, he was just a poor tutor.

“For years, I have shown my love to you and still you run, from me?! My beloved teacher, how could you?!” She collapsed into the man’s frail shoulder, her hands slithering around his large belly and thin waist.

The man shook as he felt the younger woman breathe in his scent, and play lightly with his brown hair.

“I’ve come to take you home…” She obsessively voiced as the man under her touch cried, his round glasses clouding up.

“N-no, I don’t wish to go back t-there.” He cried pitifully, fear evident in his features. The woman’s eyes darkened at the words, her grip tightening around him, “Why…Has someone been hurting you…?” She demanded to know, her voice bellowing through the alley. He scrambled to say no, certain she would end him if he told her she was the one he feared the most.

“N-no, I-I…J-just please….” His voice shook in desperation, he needed to get away from the mad woman. She laughed evilly, “You will never leave my side from this day forth…You are mine” She pulled away from his shoulder, her figure towering over the frail pregnant man. She angrily gripped his wrist, tugging the man upward so that his face met hers.

“Shall I show you, again…? That you belong to me…” She snarled into his face, her eyes full of lust. The man grimaced and whined, certain the woman would wreck his insides and hurt the child growing within him.

“N-no.” He strongly spoke, the first time he had fought against her. She smiled in delight, her hand trailing down his thin shoulder, lingering on the buttons of his wear, “Why? We used to have so much fun…Do you remember? Instead of teaching me how to manage my estate…You were teaching me how to suck you off good…and how to fill you up…” She squeezed his underbelly tightly, watching the man howl out in pain.

“Do you remember…? How you would make me spill into you until the buttons on your vest popped off and my poor weak cock bruised purple from all the seed I would spill?” She snarled into his ear, reminding the older man of the way he would manipulate the young heir into pleasing him whenever, wherever.

“Every day…every fucking day you would force me to fuck you and now, you don’t fucking want it?!” She yelled at him, recalling all the times he would force her mouth around his small cock, and tell her she’d become his favorite student if she did it well enough.

The guilty man trembled in fear, cowering and holding his womb tightly. His once beloved student took a deep breath in, her anger fading slightly, “…Let me show you all that I’ve learned, teacher…”

“I know you want it…I see the way your cock twitches when I touch you…” She unbuttoned the first button of his dress shirt, revealing his smooth skin. He leaned against the wall, cursing how filthy and horny he was.

She continued to unbutton his shirt, now revealing his breast full of milk. She immediately gripped his soft breast, her calloused fingers digging into the flesh. She squeezed tightly, bruises surely forming on the man’s clear skin. The man under her touch cried out and grunted, his hole growing wetter as she squeezed. With ease, milk spilled out of his nipples, dirtying his once clean clothes. The woman laughed in delight, her long tongue capturing the drops of milk that spilled.

The noblewoman marveled at his pain, desperate to see him trembling under her touch more.

With both hands she harshly ripped his shirt, the buttons of the shirt popped off and struck the hard stone they stood on. He panted loudly at the act, his bare belly rising up and down as he looked up in fear. The elite deeply eyed his plump belly, admiring the sharp change. His stomach that once was flat and slightly toned with muscle now surged forward. His belly was so plump and full of her child, it was marvelous.

His poor thin skin stretched desperately, trying to keep his growing womb covered. His round belly appeared nearly translucent under the light, glowing a slight pink from the harsh stretch. His naval, which used to only be a small sliver, now was 10x the size and protruded harshly. The poor delicate hips, she used to grip fiercely, now weak and tired from carrying the massive orb. Truly, how was he able to walk with such a weight stuck to him? Fuck, she loved it…how helpless and how full he was from her.

She wanted to continue admiring, but found the ripeness covered by his thin arms. She laughed at the act, it seemed he had tried to shield his belly from her. Her heavy hands quickly removed his shaky ones from his belly. With ease, she ripped them off his thick belly and pinned them high above his head, the harsh movement making him whimper.

Her free hand slowly stretched out to touch the exposed glossy and stretched skin. She wanted more. Her tongue quickly latched onto the sensitive skin, sucking and biting, leaving behind a trail of fresh bruises. All he could do was watch and howl in pain as she dug her fangs into his sensitive belly.

How she loved to see him in pain…She wanted more, she wanted him to be on his knees, crying and begging. Malice grew in her eyes as she took her rough hand to the swell once more and pressed his belly inward, forming immediate bruises. He cried and begged her to stop, claiming she was hurting her heir.

“Doesn’t matter, we can always make another one…” She quickly turned him over, pressing his thick belly hard against the brick wall. He kept howling in pain, hating the way his body naturally arched for her.

“How about we start now…” She wore a nasty smirk as she roughly ripped his pants off revealing his wet and pulsing hole. He was already so ready for her. She laughed in anger and disbelief, her teacher was still so horny for her even after all these months. Still, she had to punish him. So, without much thought she took her dagger back out, flipping it over so that the engraved silver handle was aligned with his wet hole.

“This’ll teach you…You dont fucking run from me.”

“W-wait” She shoved the dagger into his tight hole, making sure to twist the dagger. Her teacher whimpered and howled out in pain, desperately stretching to pull the dagger out. She did not falter, ripping his hand away and pushing the dagger deeper in. His eyes widened as he felt the handle stabbing into his growing womb. He gripped his lower belly in a panic, certain any more would rearrange his organs and hurt his unborn child. She only laughed in delight as he withered and panicked, giggling when he began to plead her to stop. Her laughter slowed as he began to soothe his growing child.

She quickly gripped his belly hard, continuing to shove the dagger into, “Your attention should be on me…not that fucking thing” She pinched and pulled the thin skin on his belly. He felt as though anymore would certainly rip open his womb. It was too much for the thin man. His hole leaked and bled, and his baby kicked rapidly too. With haste, she pulled the dagger out and plunged herself into his abused hole, her length coating in his slick and blood.

He gasped and panted loudly as she filled him once more, his back arching as though begging for more.

“Now I have your attention…Tell me teacher…Am i doing good?” She slammed into him, banging him againt the brick wall, his bruised belly scraping more. He cried but still moaned in pleasure as she pounded into him. His tongue slipped out, “So good…”, his hole clenched around her length. She grunted as she pounded into him harder, each thrust forcing him forward. Her hands remained on his belly, gripping as tightly as possible. With ease she came into him, filling his already tight and full womb with her hot seed.

“A-ah…hmp it’s too full…a-ah” He cried, clutching his expanding belly and withering in pain as the skin stretched more. He felt as though he truly was ready to burst, he was too full. She smirked, slapping the sides of his belly hard, the sound echoing through the alley.

“Just how you like it teacher, so full” She mocked and spilled into him more, just like he had taught her to.

“N-no it’s too much, I’m g-gonna rip…h-help…” Stretch marks erupted all over his belly as it stretched into a grotesque sight. The man could no longer even withstand the weight, his legs failing under him and collapsing. His thick belly slammed onto the hard ground. It was simply too much. She laughed at the sight, tugging the back of his hair back, “Hmm…now you won’t be able to ever leave me…”

MORE SKETCHES!! some of my recent favs <33

also sorry for not posting. I’ve been enjoying my spring break too much!!! Don’t worry tho, I’ll post a couple stories these coming days!!! enjoy!! :)))

here’s some random lil sketches I’ve done!! enjoy and lmk if I should do more!!!