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Bret had gone into premature labour at 35 weeks (hard to believe with the size he is - but true none the less) an unexpected vacancy occurred to be the pregnant mascot. It was the tradition of this frat that there should be a pregnant member at all times. The babies were sold which provided funding for the frat.

It was tradition that the newest member would be the one to be knocked up by the frat president. Most students joined a frat at the beginning of their college life. Tim had resisted this as he didn't see the point at first, but was soon persuaded that he would progress better through college and have more of a social life if he was in one. So he joined a month after everyone else

He chose 𝚳𝚷𝚸𝚬𝚪 for two reasons: 1) the guys generally seemed less macho than in many of the frats which suited him well and 2) most frats had 3 Greek letter names, whereas this one had 5 making it stand out.

Tim was very naive. He didn't know the Greek letters could be transcribed as MPREG. Even if he had, he had never heard of male pregnancy. He was surprised to see Bret getting fatter and fatter until someone explained that he was pregnant. Tim still didn't realise that it was part of the frat tradition and was just a freak of nature.

The timings of the frat pregnancies were usually timed so that the births happened early in the summer recess. As Brad went into early labour in term time, the frat president saw it to be his duty to impregnate the newest member asap. Most presidents only got to knock up one member. He had the opportunity to knock up two and was quick to grasp it.

Tim did not know what was going on when the president unexpectedly invited him to his room. He was bewildered by the sex though quite enjoyed it and felt honoured to be chosen in this way. So by the middle of May, unbeknown to him, Tim was with child.

By the time he went home to his parents for the summer recess he was not feeling too well. There was nothing he could put his finger on but he felt queasy a lot of the time and had little energy. His mother put it down to relaxing after a busy year at college.

Towards the end of the recess, they went as a family to Tim's cousin's wedding. All summer Tim had been wearing loose clothing and trackie pants or shorts. So it came as a bit of a shock that he was unable to fasten the trousers of his suit. His dress shirt, which used to fit nicely, was stretched hard across his belly and he had had to suck in to get it to fasten at all. His mother put it down to the freshman 15 and was pleased that her skinny son was filling out at last.

Tim returned to college and couldn't believe it as his belly got bigger and bigger. Eventually the president told him that he was carrying his child as was part of the frat tradition. Tim couldn't believe his ears. It was getting near the Christmas break and he was already concerned about what his very traditional parents would say about his size.

"My apartment wasn't boring the last time you came 5 months ago. Remember I wanted to go out but you insisted we could have fun in my bed. Well, surprise surprise. I'm having triplets if you're wondering and yes... they're yours. So you coming here now and I'm not taking a no as an answer."

He looked down at his ever expanding belly. He hadn’t realized when he got pregnant that he’d be this big only in his second trimester. Most of his gym routine had already been made impossible by the sheer size of his belly. And any simple task around the house has turned into a full body workout. The part he was enjoying was the seemingly endless line of jocks wanting to get thier hands on his big belly. Every guy he met wanted to fuck him over and over. His massive belly attracted more men than his big bubble butt had before which had gotten him in this position.

I have to wear this underwear; it's easier for my husband... The elastic in the front hurts a lot; I think my belly has dropped a bit. I'm embarrassed to limp around the garden like this; my clothes just don't fit anymore. I've been wearing this jockstrap since my first pregnancy, but my first husband wasn't this big. This one is, and my belly is much bigger, as is my buttocks. I'm 21 years old, and this is my third pregnancy. I've been dating Ben for a year, and I'm six months pregnant. I have a three-year-old and a two-year-old. When the babies are home, I wear shorts, but Ben doesn't like them and rips them off. The real challenge is going out; I don't do it much, usually for medical appointments, and until recently, I used to pick the boys up from school.

He caught a loom at himself in the mirror as we walked to the front door. He’d long given up on wearing clothes while at home, his pregnant belly had grown far too big for any of his shorts to be comfortable. All his shirts barely covered his belly button. With two months left to go he was already huge. His belly made him horny 24/7, he could never get enough. He basically had a never ending rotation of guys coming over to fuck him.

He opened the door to let in his fourth hookup of the day. The man’s eyes went immediately to his big belly and his jaw dropped. This was a common reaction. He’d told all the men he was pregnant, but seeing the curve of the belly in person was always different.