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A real shotgun wedding. The groom really thought he'd hide his little secret with a shirt he ordered almost seven months ago.

Real belly. Real weight. Real pride. Like & reblog if you’d rub it too 🔁

He didn’t pose. He showed up.

Shirt lifted, jeans low, belly round and unapologetically front and center. No dramat. No edit. Just the truth: he’s big. He’s carrying. And he knows exactly how good he looks doing it.

I remember when my boyfriend just started showing. It was so cute seeing his and slowly begin to round outwards. At first I don’t think he really noticed the change, it was so subtle.

Every night I’d spoon him, wrap one arms around his side and place my hand in his belly. I could feel its warmth. It’s slight curve smooth as I traced my finger in a circle over it. Feeling into his feeling belly button. He would just smile and giggle. He knew deep down how much he still had to grow.

We had been fucking raw for about a month before he got pregnant. Every night I’d drill deep into him and pump him full with more and more cum. I had started taking a pill to increase my sperm count to really make sure we got it. What we hadn’t thought about is the fact my family is already predestined for multiples. Without the pill I’m sure we would’ve had twins easy…

Only a couple months in he was showing. His belly was beginning to slowly round out day after day. I loved seeing it happen. Whenever I had the chance I’d come up behind him and hug him, both my arms firmly wrapped around his belly. It was already at the point most of his shirts no longer hid the bump. He didn’t seem in discomfort yet, if anything he was loving the attention it was getting him. Always having people feel his belly. I think it was really making him horny. In fact I knew it was because once again we’d be at it every night, me dumping load after load into his wanting hole. I loved holding his belly as I fucked him, pure ecstasy in his eyes.

he’s start sending me pictures while I was at work. His belly seemingly larger every day. I was amazed how well he was managing to stay in shape. He stayed very consistent in the gym while making sure to not push himself too hard. The hormones made his muscles grow along side the belly making him even hotter as his belly expanded.

He started joking that even running errands were becoming a whole drama. He said the seat belt of the car would keep riding up over his belly and he couldn’t get close enough to the steering wheel. He’d waddle around the store buying his snacks while catching looks. With still many months left to grow his belly was the size of a normal full term pregnancy.

I knew he loved it as much as I did. Always rubbing it with oils to avoid stretch marks. He was hard almost all the time. I’d get home from work to see him naked on the couch fully erect just playing video games. I could never help myself to help him finish off while he played. It became my post work ritual, I know he wasn’t complaining.

Nearing to the end he was getting comically large. He didn’t leave the house much at this point. Mostly because almost none of his clothes fit anymore, including his special pregnancy clothes we’d got him. He spent his days just in a towel, or naked, roaming the house and wadding in the pool. The pool helped take pressure of his back. He almost always waddled around with one hand on his back or both hands holding his belly up.