MpregDelight

First of all I would like to say thank you to each one of the amazing people who enjoy my content. I started this blog in August of this year, and in that short amount of time, I have interacted with so many of you, and it has been amazing.

But also in that short amount of time, I have burned through an obscene amount of content. In fact this is my 99th post here on MpregDelight, and later today, 10/23 I will release my 100th post.

By putting out as much content as possible over this period of time, I have burned through nearly all of my thoughts and ideas, so now I am turning to you!! If you have an idea that you think would make a good story let me know, here in the comment section, in my inbox, or in my private messages. I truly look forward to reading all of your thoughts and ideas!

A Welcome Home Surprise

Jackson the Fresh Faced Army Recruit (21) and Javier the Accountant (23) met only 13 months ago, one evening when Javier was broken down on the side of the road late at night, most of the cars passed him by, but not Jackson. Jackson is a kind guy, always worried about other people before himself. Whereas most motorists ignored Javier and his plight, Jackson couldn't just drive by without offering help.

After realizing that Javier needed a new battery, he offered to take him to the closest open auto parts store, not even considering the risks. As the guys made their way to the store they got to talking, once at the store Javier quickly purchased the battery and the pair made their way back. After assisting Javier with changing his battery Jackson began to walk back to his truck when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Javier was holding a small slip of paper, Javier handed over the slip of paper and then walked back to his car.

The next day, Javier was impatiently waiting, hoping that Jackson would reach out, and finally at nearly 2pm he did. The two exchanged texts for hours before agreeing to meet more formally for dinner. Over the next few weeks the couple got closer and closer, but there was a time constraint to their relationship. Jackson was expected to report for basic training in just a few weeks time.

The time they had together flew by in the blink of an eye, and finally the moment arrived and Javier saw Jackson off. The 10 weeks at boot camp were brutal on Jackson, the long hours, the grueling marches, the intense mental and physical training took their toll, back at home Javier was pining to hold his boyfriend again, but more than anything he longed to be held in his boyfriend's strong arms and loving embrace.

Eventually the time came, and Javier travelled to go watch Jackson graduate from basic training. After Jackson was finally released from his duty, the two went home together. That first night back the love birds now reunited fucked like wild animals, Jackson was leaner, more toned than before, and his stamina was ungodly. He released massive pent up load after load into Javier until the wee hours of the morning.

Before Jackson even got his orders to move to a post, he got orders deploying him to another country, and a month later he was gone. Off to some country half way around the globe, and Javier was heartbroken. For 6 months, neither of them had very good contact with the other, the occasional call or email was all they could get in. But then that too came to an end. When Jackson stepped off that plane, he was greeted by Javier who was all smiles, and some tears. He was holding a large sign that said "Welcome back daddy!" Jackson was confused at first, and then Javier moved the sign revealing his round and extended midsection. When Jackson saw it the firm and tough look on his face melted into a teary eyed smile as his hands moved to cover his mouth from the shock.

Jackson dropped his bags and ran toward Javier pulling the pregnant man into a deep kiss, his one hand holding the back of Javier's head and the other firmly placed on Javier's belly.

Jackson: "Javi, why didn't you tell me!?"

Javier: "Because I wanted to surprise you babe."

Jackson: "Well, I'm definitely surprised, oh my god, you look incredible!"

Javier: "Glad you think so, now why don't we hurry up and get out of here and you can tell me how incredible I look in private, private."

The two headed home, the entire car ride filled with a sense of anticipation and lust. Once home, Jackson couldn't keep his hands off of Javi, he constantly explored Javi's expanding midsection, and when the baby kicked for the first time Jackson lit up. After having their fun they got more serious and began discussing their lives, and their plans more seriously. They discussed it all from the basics of the baby's gender to moving in together, marriage and their futures.

Jackson revealed his duty station assignment, it was luckily only 2 hours from their hometown, and wouldn't be that great of a change for them. He had to report in a little over a month which was around Javi's due date, an idea that made Javi nervous. Ultimately the next day, Jackson spent hours on the phone with various departments, but finally got the answer he was looking for; they could delay his orders until after the baby came.

As their lives went on they decided to schedule a paternity shoot to memorialize these moments forever. On the day of the shoot, they went to the location with their photographer, and everything was going extremely well. The photographer was getting some great shots. At one point the photographer had Javi by himself in the shot and had him facing away from Jackson. When Javi turned around, he saw Jackson on one knee with a ring in his hand. Javi knew what was happening and as Jackson gave a rather moving speech, Javi was in shock, but he was happy, and he never wanted that to change. He immediately said yes, and the photographer caught it all on camera.

Babymoon Is A Go

Arthur stood at the large window in the master bedroom, the early morning sun casting a golden haze over the endless green of the Dutch countryside. He was shirtless, skin pale and spotted with the faintest freckles, his medium length blonde hair messy from sleep.

Linus slipped out of the bed, and came up behind Arthur. His hands, slim, warm, and a little calloused slid around Arthur’s waist and rested on the gentle curve of his belly, which pushed out more than it should for 4 months. Linus pressed his cheek between Arthur’s shoulders and just breathed him in.

Linus: “You’re getting so big already, you know that?”

Arthur smiled, leaning back a little so Linus could feel the bump. The air was cool but Linus’s skin was hot, and Arthur liked the contrast, liked how safe he felt with Linus behind him.

Arthur: “I know. It’s weird, right? My brother says he didn’t show at all until like five months, and here I am already looking like I swallowed a melon.”

Linus: “You look amazing, though. I like seeing it. I like knowing he’s in there, getting bigger every day.” He moved his hands in slow circles, thumbs tracing the smooth skin just above Arthur’s shorts.

Arthur: “He’s gonna be a monster if this keeps up. What if I end up like huge? Like one of those guys you see on the internet who can barely walk at the end?”

Linus: “Then I’ll just have to carry you around. Or maybe we’ll get you one of those electric scooters.” He grinned against Arthur’s bare shoulder, pressing a kiss just under his ear.

Arthur: “Don’t even joke, my back already hurts sometimes. But… I kind of like it, you know? Having him there. I don’t know, it just feels… I can’t explain it.”

Linus: “You don’t have to. I get it. I like seeing you like this. I like thinking about both of you here with me.” He squeezed gently, fingers splayed over the curve that was definitely more than just a little bloat now.

Arthur let his hand rest on Linus’s, both of them holding the bump. For a long moment, they just stood there, looking out at the hills, the sky turning bluer, the fields waking up for another day.

Arthur: “Do you think he can hear us yet?”

Linus: “I think he knows we’re here. He’s got no choice but to listen to us, right?”

Arthur: “Poor kid. He’s gonna be so sick of us by the time he’s born.”

Linus: “Never. He’s gonna love us. And we’re gonna love him. And I’m gonna buy you all the weird Dutch pastries you want until you’re as big as this house.”

Arthur laughed, head falling back against Linus’s chest, the kind of laugh that makes your whole body shake. And with Linus’s arms around him and the baby nestled safe between them, the world felt quiet and perfect.

Linus let his hands drift lower, sliding down from Arthur’s belly. His fingers slipped under the elastic of Arthur’s sleep shorts, knuckles brushing the soft golden hair just above Arthur’s cock. Arthur sucked in a breath, shifting his hips back into Linus’s touch, the morning air suddenly electric.

Linus: “You remember the night we made him?” His voice was low, teasing, lips pressed to Arthur’s neck. “You were so loud, I’m surprised your parents didn’t come running.”

Arthur let out a breathy laugh, half embarrassment, half excitement. He covered Linus’s hand with his own, guiding it further down until Linus’s palm cupped his cock, already half-hard just from the touch, just from the memory.

Arthur: “Maybe I wanted them to hear. Maybe I wanted the whole world to know you knocked me up.”

Linus grinned, nipping gently at the soft skin below Arthur’s ear, his other hand sliding up to support the curve of Arthur’s belly. He started stroking Arthur, slow and deliberate, the way he knew Arthur liked it in the morning, no rush, just savoring.

Linus: “That was a great night wasn't it? On that stupid rug in front of the fireplace. You kept saying it was too soon, but you couldn’t stop, could you?”

Arthur: “I still can’t,” he said, arching into Linus’s hand, rolling his hips. “Every time you touch me I just... God, Linus, don’t stop.”

Linus let Arthur turn in his arms, kissing him deeply, the kind of kiss that left them both breathless and aching. He pushed Arthur gently back towards the bed, trailing kisses down his neck, his chest, pausing to trace the swell of Arthur’s belly with his lips. He knelt, shorts pooling around his ankles, and nuzzled Arthur’s cock, licking a slow line from base to tip.

Arthur: “You’re such a tease,” he whispered, fingers tangling in Linus’s dark curls. “Come on, I need you.”

Linus stood and pushed him back onto the bed, easing Arthur down with careful hands, mindful of the bump between them. He pulled Arthur’s shorts off completely, kissing the inside of his thighs, the sensitive skin just above his knees, working his way up until Arthur was shaking, begging.

Linus: “Tell me how you want it,” he murmured, voice muffled against Arthur’s skin.

Arthur: “I want you inside me. Like that night. I want to feel you fill me up again.”

Linus didn’t waste any time. He reached for the lube in the drawer and slicked his fingers, working one inside Arthur, then two, gentle and patient. Arthur moaned, head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut.

Arthur: “I’m ready. Please, Linus, I need you!”

Linus lined himself up, pushing in slow, letting Arthur adjust, the two of them locked together, their breathing erratic, their hands everywhere. Arthur wrapped his legs around Linus’s waist, pulling him deeper, his belly pressed between them, the reminder of what they made together.

They moved together, slow at first, savoring every inch, every gasp and shudder from Arthur. Linus kissed Arthur’s lips, his jaw, his neck, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful he was, how much he loved him, and how lucky he felt every day.

Arthur: “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”

Linus: “Never,” he promised, his hips steadily thrusting, his pace building, the heat between them growing until Arthur was crying out, shaking from the immense pleasure, his cock pulsed between their bodies spilling himself all over the both of them. Linus followed soon after, burying his face in Arthur’s neck as he came, the two of them tangled together, breathless and tired.

Afterward, they lay there together, Arthur’s head on Linus’s chest, Linus’s hand curled protectively over Arthur’s belly. The world outside faded away to just them, their little family.

Linus: “I love you. Both of you.”

A Half Dozen Bowling Balls

Tommy shuffled along the campus walkway, huffing for air, his belly so huge it looked like it could have its own orbit. Sweat beaded on his brow, the sunlight making everything shimmer. He clung to a lamp post, his knuckles white, breath coming in short, desperate bursts. His belly was a sight to behold, seven months pregnant with sextuplets, it was pressed against the cold metal, his shirt hopelessly riding up, the stretch marks on his skin visible to anyone passing by.

Adam’s voice cut through the haze, laced with panic.

Adam: "Tommy! What the hell, babe?"

Adam rushed over, ginger hair blazing, muscles flexing under his t-shirt. He reached out, steadying Tommy with a hand on his back and another under his arm, careful but firm.

Adam: "Sit, now. Come on."

Adam guided Tommy over to the nearest table, never once letting go, lowering him gently onto the bench.

Tommy: "I’m fine, I just needed some fresh air. Can’t stay cooped up in that room forever, you know."

Adam shot him a look that could melt steel.

Adam: "You’re not supposed to be out here, Tom. Doctor said strict bed rest. That’s why you’re doing all your classes online, remember? It’s not safe, not with how huge you are. You could go into labor at any second with all those babies."

Tommy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide the exhaustion.

Tommy: "You know whose fault that is, right? If you hadn’t decided to rail me into the mattress over and over that night, I wouldn’t be waddling around like this. You just had to see how many times you could make me cum. 4 times, Adam. Four. You filled me up so much it’s like my body just multiplied every drop."

Adam’s cheeks flushed but he grinned, rubbing slow circles on Tommy’s swollen stomach.

Adam: "You were the one begging for more. You wouldn’t let me stop until you were leaking, remember? You kept saying you wanted to feel me deep, wanted to be so full you couldn’t walk the next day. Well, mission accomplished, huh?"

Tommy snorted, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.

Tommy: "Yeah, well, now I can barely walk at all. And I’m not even allowed to leave the dorm. I get bed rest, you get to walk around like nothing happened. Not fair."

Adam leaned in, his voice softer.

Adam: "It’s not nothing. I worry about you every second. I know it’s my fault you’re carrying so much, but you gotta let me take care of you, okay? For them, too."

Tommy: "Fine. But next time, I’m on top. No more Adam marathons."

Adam: "Deal. Now let me get you some water before you pass out and I have to explain to campus security why my boyfriend’s about to pop out half a soccer team right here."

Turns out Adam was right to be overprotective. Just three days later, Tommy woke up in the middle of the night, his belly rock hard and cramping. He groaned, clutching his side, sweat already dampening his forehead.

Tommy: "Oh, hell no. Not now. Adam! Adam, get your ass over here!"

Adam stumbled out of bed, eyes wide, tripping over his own shoes as he rushed to Tommy’s side.

Adam: "What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?"

Tommy: "Does it look like I’m okay? I’m having contractions, genius! This is all your fault, you know that, right?"

Adam: "Shit. Shit! Okay, just breathe, baby, I’ll grab the hospital bag."

Tommy glared at Adam through another contraction, clutching his bump with both hands.

Tommy: "If you hadn’t decided to be all macho man with no condom, I wouldn’t be about to give birth to a goddamn basketball team!"

Adam: "You sure loved it at the time, if I remember right."

Tommy: "Yeah, well, remind me to never let you near me without a condom again!"

The next few hours were a whirlwind, a rushed car ride, bright hospital lights, nurses fussing over Tommy while he cursed Adam’s name every time the pain spiked.

Tommy: "I swear, Adam, you are never doing this to me again! I’m gonna tie your dick in a knot!"

Adam: "You’re doing amazing, babe. Just a little more! I’m right here."

And then the babies started coming, one after another, six tiny, screaming baby boys, each one making Tommy both sob and curse Adam out with fresh energy.

Liam, first and loud, just like his dad. Caleb, scowling even as he cried. Mason, his hair already a vibrant red. Noah, the smallest, but loudest. Aiden, blue eyed and curious. Jackson, last, grabbing hold of Tommy’s finger and refusing to let go.

After the last baby was born, Tommy collapsed back against the pillows, utterly spent, shooting Adam a tired glare.

Tommy: "You’re never living this down, Adam. Never. Next time you want to break a record, pick something that doesn’t end with me pushing out half a dozen kids!"

Adam just grinned, kissing Tommy’s sweaty forehead and looking down at their sons with pride.

Adam: "Wouldn’t change a thing, babe. But I promise, I’ll be gentle next time."

Breeding Ain't Just For the Livestock

Hunter is a 4th generation rancher, he spent his days growing up in school and his evenings working on the ranch with his father and grandfather. Over the summers he spent his time mending fences, repairing the barns, and tending to animals. He loved growing up on the ranch and as he grew older, he realized that he loved watching all the ranch hands even more.

At 17 he had already bagged more than his fair share of of the help, at 18 he got pregnant with his first child, a product of his love affair with Carson a 3 year veteran of the ranch. His pregnancy was hard, at first he tried to hide it from his family, but eventually the truth came out. Hunter's dad fired Carson the next day costing the ranch 2 good hands as Hunter was able to do less and less.

At 19 he was pregnant again, this time by one of the new hires, a 21 year old named Jorge. This time he refused to tell his parents who the child's father was sparing Jorge from being fired until the child was born at least, at which point it became apparent. His father then sat all of his employees down and told them that Hunter was off limits, and summarily each new hire was told the same thing.

However, Hunter was persistent, the only thing he loved more than dick was being pregnant, he had become addicted. At 20 years old Hunter was pregnant again, this time with twins. He had been hooking up with Waylon, a 24 year old who had resisted Hunter's advances for years. Waylon knew the consequences, and while he had been working on the ranch at least part time since he was 16, he knew that if Hunter's father found out it was game over for him.

Hunter kept the secret successfully this time as his father couldn't identify who knocked Hunter up once the twins came. A lucky break for Waylon, a lucky break Hunter was more than willing to take advantage of. When Hunter wasn't tending to all his children, or working on the ranch, he was throwing his ass back on Waylon's massive member.

21 came and went for Hunter, no pregnancy, though his family was relieved, Hunter felt empty. Every time he tried to convince Waylon to do it without a condom again, Waylon declined, he had been promoted to supervisor, and he loved what he did. Instead Waylon crafted a plan, he waited until the time was right and proposed to Hunter. Hunter accepted on the condition that Waylon knock him up immediately, a task Waylon was more than happy to perform for his now fiancé.

A few weeks later Hunter told his parents about his engagement to Waylon and about Waylon being the father of the twins. His mother was thrilled that he Hunter seemed like he was settling down, his father on the other hand wanted to do what he had done in the past and fire Waylon, but he stayed his hand. A few weeks later and Hunter revealed that he was pregnant again by Waylon, and a week later confirmed it to be triplets this time.

After School Workouts

Devin was exhausted. The last bell had rung nearly 45 minutes ago, and the halls had finally gone quiet. He rubbed his aching lower back and eyed the stack of ungraded tests on his desk, but honestly, all he could think about was getting home, putting his swollen feet up, and maybe taking a nap that lasted until next week. His belly, huge and round under his button-down shirt, made moving around the classroom feel like a Herculean task.

He didn’t expect to hear the door click, but when he looked up, Ryder was there. Ryder the tall, golden-haired, senior baseball player, and the reason Devin was waddling around with a baby on board.

Ryder grinned, that cocky, devastating smile that always made Devin’s heart do somersaults.

Ryder: “Hey, Mr. Carlson. You look like you’re about to fall over.”

Devin: “Not all of us have the energy of a 18 year old athlete, Ryder." Devin scoffed, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

Ryder: “How’s my favorite history teacher?” He asked, already closing the gap between them. He reached out, his big, warm hand coming to rest on Devin’s belly, his thumb rubbing circles through the fabric barrier that separated Ryder from his prize. “How’s my favorite belly?”

Devin: “He’s practicing baseball in there,” Devin muttered, feeling a kick right under Ryder’s palm.

Ryder: “Just like his dad.”

Ryder leaned in, kissing Devin softly at first, but the kiss deepened fast. Devin moaned, hands coming up to Ryder’s chest, feeling the solid muscle under his thin t-shirt. Ryder pressed him back, pinning him firmly against the whiteboard causing the markers in the tray to fall to the floor.

Devin: “You sure we should do this here?” he whispered, even as his body arched into Ryder’s.

Ryder: “School’s empty. I locked the door. And besides I can’t keep my hands off you. Not when you look like this.” his hand slid down, palming the heavy curve of Devin’s belly.

Devin’s cock twitched in his pants, thick and already getting hard. Ryder’s other hand slipped between Devin’s legs, cupping him through his pants, squeezing just enough to make Devin gasp.

Devin: “You’re driving me crazy, Ry.”

Ryder: “Good.” He chuckles out as he dropped to his knees, pushing Devin’s slacks down, freeing his erection.

Minutes later, Devin was sprawled across his own desk, shirt unbuttoned, belly rising up between them like a mountain. Ryder stood between his legs, his own pants pushed down just enough for his own perfectly thick, nine inches of meat. He braced Devin with both hands on his belly, meeting Devin’s eyes as he pushed in, slowly, watching every inch disappear.

Ryder: “Fuck, Devin,” he groaned, hips rocking forward, “you feel incredible.”

Devin: “Harder” he whispered, his own hands flying up to Ryder's muscular arms, gripping them tight. “Don’t hold back” he says with his eyes firmly locked on Ryder’s.

Ryder obeyed, thrusting deep, hands never leaving Devin’s belly, anchoring him with every stroke. Their bodies moved in a rhythm only they knew, breaths mingling, the room filled with the sound of skin on skin and their hungry moans. Devin’s world narrowed to Ryder’s hands, Ryder’s cock, the pressure and fullness and pleasure that made his toes curl.

Ryder: “God, I love you,” he panted, his eyes glimmering.

As I have continued to post more and more content, I have accumulated more and more unused or unusable content, and after many of you wonderful people have suggested, I have decided to make a place for you to view it all NSFW works and all. There you will find the content that I either can't use on my main blog, or won't due to my more exacting standards. It will mostly just be a collection of pics and vids that have never been seen before.

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Too Large for a Small Guy

Saiga had been in labor for over 16 hours now in a private room at the birthing clinic. Despite their baby's overwhelming size, Saiga insisted on an intimate birth with just him and his husband Zach, the closest thing to a medically assisted birth Zach could get Saiga to agree to.

Saiga was leaning on the side rail of the bed, his hands gripping so tight his knuckles were white. He was sweating hard, his hair stuck all to his forehead, and when the contraction hit, it felt like someone was wringing out his spine and lighting his belly on fire at the same time.

Saiga: “Zach—”

His knees buckled and Zach was right there, catching him. Zach’s arms were solid around his shoulders, holding him up, taking most of the weight off. Saiga’s belly was huge, it dominated his small frame, and pulled his whole body forward, and every step just sent more pain through his hips.

Saiga whimpering with every movement as Zach helped Saiga into the bed, holding him up with his large strong hands. The medical team was just outside the door, keeping quiet, like they knew to leave them alone. The only sound was a distant beep from the monitor somewhere in the hallway. Zach helped lower Saiga onto the bed, careful with his belly.

Saiga braced his feet into the bed, his whole body shaking. The next contraction hit, the pain was far worse than before, so deep it felt like it was splitting him apart. He pushed and yelled, the veins in his neck and face bulging out. It felt like something was about to break wide open, but nothing moved.

Zach was leaning over the bed in between Saiga's legs, watching intently for any development.

Zach: “I see hair, dark hair like yours.” His voice broke a little. "Push into my hands.” He pressed his hands against Saiga, trying to help. Another contraction hit and Saiga screamed, his back arching far off the bed. He felt the head pushing, stretching him open, wider than he thought was possible.

It just went on like that, gasps and sobs, for what felt like forever. Saiga’s thighs shook so bad he thought they’d give out. And then finally, something tore, sharp and hot. He felt the burn and knew he’d ripped. Blood and fluid went everywhere accompanied by the feeling of his body splitting apart.

Zach froze for a second.

Zach: “His head’s out.” He was cradling the slippery scalp. Saiga was panting hard, his tears and sweat running together, stinging his eyes.

Zach: “Now the shoulders.” His voice was thick with anxiety, eyes locked on Saiga.

Saiga nodded, bracing himself. He pushed again, and the pain shot through him, the baby's shoulders were wedged, he felt like he’d break in half if he pushed any harder. Saiga screamed, raw and rough as Zach's hands shook with a mixture of emotions, fear, anxiety, anticipation, all mixing together to create a massive feeling of unease.

Zach: “Almost… almost…”

The shoulder caught. Saiga felt his bones practically groan under the pressure, then with a sickening pop it slipped free. For a second, relief. A minute later, another contraction hit, and the rest of the baby slid out in a rush. Zach caught him, heavy and slippery.

Zach: “He’s here.” His voice was almost a whisper.

Silence for a second, then the baby let out a loud, angry cry. Zach lifted him up onto Saiga’s chest. Saiga just stared, shaking, at the messy, blood-streaked face. The baby blinked at him, fists tight. Zach leaned in, pressed his forehead to Saiga’s, both of them shaking.

Footsteps in the hall, getting closer.

Another wave of pain hit Saiga, this pain though was a sharp, tearing ache. He winced, voice cracking.

Saiga: “I ripped… bad.” Blood was soaking into the towel, pooling under him.

The door opened and a midwife came in, calm but quick. She took one look at the scene: the giant baby, Saiga going pale, all the blood.

Midwife: “Saiga-san? May we assist?”

A Forbidden Baby

Kaito was a 17 year old orphan who was living on the streets, diving in dumpsters and stealing here and there to get by, that was until he got caught. He had just broken into a home and begun searching for something he could steal to pawn off for some cash when the police showed up and arrested him. The judge went easier on him because he was a minor and so he only got 2 years for breaking and entering and theft by taking. But that was just enough time for him to end up in the men's prison.

2 months after his entry into the adult prison system, he had seemed to foster some kind of a relationship with one of the guards. The guard was young, only 19 and he seemed to be attracted to Kaito, and Kaito was smitten. The guard watched out for Kaito as much as he could without making Kaito a target. One evening after Kaito's cellmate was sent to solitary from roughing up a guard, the young guard came to visit Kaito. Kaito awoke to find the guard in his cell and nearly on top of him.

Kaito: "What's happening... what the fuck, get off me."

Kale: "Kaito, it's me, open your eyes."

Kaito: "Kale, what are you doing?"

Kale: "What do you think genius? I know you can see the bulge in my trousers."

Kaito: "You sure we should do this now? We could wait until I'm out if you're serious about this."

Kale: "Nah, that's too long, I need to feel that bussy of yours wrapped around me now. But if you don't want to, I'll leave."

Kaito: "No, don't leave. Just be fast, I don't want you to get caught."

Kale: "You want this then, you're sure?

Kaito: "Yeah, I'm sure"

Right there in the prison cell, Kale took Kaito's virginity, and left him a little something to remember him by. An hour later, Kaito drifted back to the shitty sleep he gets in the prison, his thoughts going crazy. He was thoroughly worn out, his hole in excruciating pain from Kale's 10 inches.

A few weeks passed and Kaito started to get sick a lot, Kale noticed this and sent him to the infirmary wing of the prison. There Kaito and Kale found out that Kaito was pregnant. Kale did his best to remain calm and stoic as always so as to not draw attention to himself, his thoughts racing, he knew it was possible, in fact, from what he knew, it was most likely the case, he had knocked up a prisoner.

A few more weeks later, the prison launched an investigation into the pregnancy, Kaito told the guards that the baby was his former cell mate. Kaito fabricated a story to protect Kale, a story that couldn't easily be corroborated due to the fact that his old cell mate met a brutal end at the pointy end of a shiv. The prison decided to take him at his word and dropped the investigation.

Kaito was moved to the Special Housing Unit of the prison for the duration of his pregnancy, not only for his protection, but the protection of the baby. As the months passed, the prison had to give him larger and larger jumpsuits, and by 8 months he was pretty big. Kale did his best to watch over Kaito without drawing too much attention to himself and their relationship. However one evening as he was doing his rounds, he heard some grunting noises coming from one of the cells. He knew what it had to be, after all Kaito was nearly 42 weeks pregnant.

He rushed over to find Kaito nearly naked in his cell mid labor.

Kale: "What the hell Kaito, why did you shout for help, you're in labor for god's sake."

Kaito: "I don't know, I just didn't want to make a scene and I know they are going to take him away as soon as he is born."

Kale: "They will allow the baby to remain with you for up to 6 weeks, especially in your case as you get out in less than a month."

Kaito: "I'm just scared Kale."

Kale: I know you are, but I'm here now, I can only do so much though, we are almost home free, I don't want to jeopardize us by being too intimate, so I'm sorry if I have to be cold to you at certain points."

Kaito: "I under..." His thought is cut off mid sentence by a strong contraction.

With that, Kale radios for assistance from the medical team and another guard. Kale realizes just how far along into his labor Kaito is, there was no moving him. The baby was coming right here and it would be here soon. Kale darts over towards Kaito and holds his hand through a strong contraction as Kaito pushes with all his might. Kale tries to remain as emotionless and composed as possible.

The medical team arrives and they begin to take over, they hook Kaito up to portable equipment and assess the situation. Only 30 minutes later the baby finally slides free into the nurse's arms. After a minute, they take the baby and swaddle it in a blanket, they hand the baby to Kale who begins to weep a little bit despite his best efforts as the medical team loads Kaito onto a gurney to wheel him back to the medical wing. As the nurse takes the baby from Kale, he feels empty inside again as he watches his son being taken away from him.

The other guard looks over to Kale: "You crying bro?"

Kale: "Well yeah, it's not every day you get to see the miracle of child birth."

Other guard: "That was disgusting, and I work here so that's saying something... doesn't seem like much of a miracle to me."

Kale: "That's because you've been here for 20 years old timer, you're stone cold."

Other guard: "You got me there kid, you'll be like this one day if you keep at this." He says laughing.

Kale breathes a sigh of relief as the other guard goes back to his post, he almost blew it and he knew it, but it seemed like he played it off enough and the old guy believed it. A few weeks later Kaito and the baby are released from prison and given a ride back into the city. He walked to a nearby parking lot where Kale was waiting for him, finally free and untied, Kale couldn't wait any longer, he had to hold his son, and when he did, he wept freely.

Overstuffed Tux

It was Leon and Dalton's senior year of high school, everything was going well for them so far, Dalton was made captain of the guys swim team, and Leon was dual enrolled at the local community college. Until one fateful evening when they come face to face with the results of a pregnancy test.

Leon's belly swelled outward at an extraordinary pace, so quickly that he was forced to tell his parents sooner than he wanted to. At only 3 months along, his belly was noticeable through even the baggiest of his hoodies. His parents were shocked in that moment, but not nearly as much as they were when the ultrasound technician said the word "Triplets". Dalton passed out upon hearing it, falling into Leon's fathers arms as he tried to steady the man who knocked up his son.

As the school year stretched on, so to did Leon's belly, by the time their senior prom rolled around, Leon was 6 months along, but to most people, he looked like he was going to pop at any moment. As Dalton's seed morphed Leon's body more and more by the day, Dalton became filled with a sense of pride, proud of the fact that he knocked Leon up but also proud to be so potent.

But that sense of pride wasn't gonna help Leon find a suit that fits his ever expanding globe of a belly. They went to multiple shops looking for the right suit for him, but they came up empty handed until finally they found a shop that could tailor the suit in time to fit his gravid figure. With that sorted, the guys had the night of their lives, they hung out with friends, they danced, and then when the dance was over, they recreated the night they made the triplets all those months ago.

Gavin and Cole

Cole's knuckles went white around Gavin's hand.

Cole: "Breathe, Gav. Like we practiced." Sweat beaded on Gavin's forehead, causing his hair to stick to his face. The contraction peaked, leaving him panting pressing his head into the pillow. Suddenly there was a moment of quiet finally by Gavin's ragged exhale. He pressed his hand low on his swollen belly.

Gavin: "It stopped," he whispered, voice raw. "The pain just... stopped."

Cole: "False alarm?"

Gavin: "No. It was real. Something feels... different now."

Gavin leaned forward slightly, a look of shock and surprise coming over his face. “

Gavin: “Cole. My water. I think it just broke." A warm trickle seeped into the sheets beneath him, it was now undeniable.

Cole sprang into action, grabbing towels from the bathroom.

Cole: “Okay, deep breaths," he said shakily while pressing a cool cloth to Gavin’s forehead. "I’ve got you baby.”

Another contraction slammed into him, harder than before. Gavin gasped, fingers digging into Cole’s forearm as his body arched off the bed.

Gavin: "It’s back," he choked out, sweat stinging his eyes. "Stronger." The pain radiating from his insides as his baby began to move into position.

The room felt smaller suddenly, charged with urgency. Gavin’s knuckles whitened against the sheets.

Gavin: "Cole," he whispered, voice trembling as the contraction fell away. "It’s time. Call the midwife. Now." Between breaths, he added, "And... hurry."

Cole fumbled for his phone, his own hands unsteady as he dialed, eyes never leaving Gavin’s face. Gavin’s world narrowed to the raw, primal pain tearing through him. He rocked forward, and a low groan escaped his mouth as the next contraction hit. Cole pressed the phone to his ear, one hand firmly holding Gavin’s shoulder, serving as a reminder that he is here and he isn’t going anywhere.

Cole: “Hey you have to come now! Gavin is in labor, I think it’s advancing quick too!” He was practically shouting at this point out of fear and stress. “Okay, just please hurry!” He exclaimed and then ended the call.

Cole: “Okay, she’s on the way, 20 minutes she says.”

Gavin: "I need to…” The pressure deepened as Gavin gasped, curling inward. He couldn’t finish, but Cole understood. He slid an arm behind Gavin’s back, guiding him upright.

Cole: "Lean on me" he murmured.

Gavin’s weight settled against him, trembling. A raw and unrestrained cry left Gavin’s throat as the contraction peaked. Cole held him tighter, whispering love and affirmations into his ear.

As the contraction passed, Gavin's body went limp once more, his muscles no longer straining against the pain of the contraction. His hand drifted to his belly.

Gavin: "Cole," he said in a surprised and terrified tone, his eyes wide with realization. "I feel... him. Moving down." Beneath his palm he felt a deep and profound shifting as the baby slid into place.

Cole's breath hitched as hesitantly placed his hand on Gavin's Lower stomach feeling the movement of Gavin's insides as his body prepared further for what was to come.

Another surge tore through Gavin, sharper and longer this time. He cried out, arching off the bed, fingers scrabbling for purchase on Cole’s shirt as Cole tried his best to to bring his boyfriend some comfort by rubbing the large underside of Gavin's belly. Beneath his hand, his lover's belly felt hard as a rock.

Cole: "Push with it, Gav," Cole urged, his voice rough but steady. "Don't fight it." Gavin bore down, face contorted in effort, a raw groan emanating from deep within him.

As the contraction eased, Gavin slumped once more, his body trembling violently.

Gavin: "Can't... catch my breath," he gasped.

Cole wiped his brow with the cool cloth, fingers brushing damp hair from his eyes. "Almost," Cole murmured, though neither knew how true it was. Gavin’s eyes locked onto Cole’s, his expression desperate and trusting. A low, guttural sound escaped Gavin before the next wave even fully hit him.

Gavin: "It's... coming," he choked, eyes widening in shock and urgency. His body curled forward instinctively, driven by a primal urge to ease the pain. Cole moved out from behind Gavin propping his lover up with pillows, As he made his way around in front of Gavin he could see that the contraction was reaching it's peak.

Cole: "Show me," he breathed, hands hovering, ready. "Show me our boy!"

Gavin bore down with a primal cry, his knuckles white from gripping against the sheets. And in that moment, Cole saw it a glimpse of wet, dark hair peaking through Gavin's hole.

Cole: "Yes!" The word seemed to explode from Cole's mouth, enthusiastic and triumphant. "He's right there, Gav! Keep going!"

Gavin gasped, trembling violently, sweat rolling off his brow and stinging his eyes. He gathered himself, drawing on all the reserve strength he had. Another push, a powerful push withmore than a hint of desperation to it. The contraction lifted, leaving Gavin panting, spent from the effort of it all.

Gavin: "Too fast," he whispered, terror flickering beneath the exhaustion. "Cole, it's too fast, he's coming so quickly!"

Gavin sagged against bed, his back resting nicely against the pillows beneath him, his body trembling uncontrollably. The faint, distant wail of a siren sliced through the quiet, Gavin’s fingers dug into Cole’s arm. "Thank god, finally!" he gasped.

Another contraction seized Gavin, deeper, longer, and more unstoppable than any before it. Gavin arched off the bed with a raw scream, pushing with everything he had.

Cole: "His head's out!" he cried, his voice cracking from the emotion of it all. "Gav, his head is out!"

Gavin collapsed back, sobbing with effort, but finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, the room fell quiet for a few moments, before it was once again shattered as Gavin gasped.

Gavin: "Again now?!" His body surged forward curling around the large curve of Gavin's belly. Cole braced Gavin's legs, eyes locked on the miracle unfolding between them. Shoulders slid free, slick and swift. Then, in one fluid rush, the tiny body followed, landing warm and wet in Cole’s trembling hands. A small, gasping cry pierced the air. Gavin slumped back, trembling, eyes wide with disbelief.

Gavin: "Cole?" he whispered, voice raw. "Is he?"

Cole cradled the squirming newborn against his own chest, tears blurring his vision.

Dante or Damian?

Caleb was entering his 8th month of pregnancy, his 8th month of carrying one of his lovers' children. Caleb and the Talbot twins had a unique relationship. It's everyone's dream to have a threesome with attractive twins, but it was Caleb's reality and he was loving every minute of it.

Caleb was a typical everyday college student, studying, hanging out with friends, and trying to find love in his life. Then one day he met a handsome young man at a coffee shop near campus, and the two got to talking. After talking for nearly a month, Caleb decided to try and progress things a bit further and he hit Dante up late one evening with a booty call, to his joy Dante told him to come over.

Upon arriving Caleb was greeted by who he thought was Dante, he looked the same, he dressed the same, and he even acted the same, kissing the red head deeply before leading him upstairs to a bedroom. When Caleb opened the door however, he found another man who looked just like Dante sitting on the bed before him. Initially confused, his mind quickly came to the conclusion that they were twins, and the man he kissed downstairs wasn't Dante at all.

As the twins laughed, Caleb only became more and more aroused by the idea of having both Dante and his brother. Seeing this the other brother introduced himself as Damian before pulling Caleb into another kiss as he maneuvered the young man towards the bed. The twins stripped Caleb of his clothes and then proceeded to tag team him for hours. Caleb was in a dream, 2 hot twins ravishing his holes with no end in sight. Finally after their 3 hour fuck fest ended, all 3 guys lay spent panting on the bed, the twins seed dripping from Caleb's sore and stretched hole.

Two months after their initial encounter, Caleb sends a similar text, however when he arrives, he informs the twins that he is pregnant, and that one of them was the father, however DNA testing wasn't going to be of much use to them in this case. The idea of the "mystery maker" drove the twins wild and they celebrated by once again destroying Caleb's throat and hole.

Just In the Nick of Time

Jace gripped the bed rail so hard his knuckles turned white. He was sweating, hair stuck to his forehead, and every time his stomach tightened up it felt like something was squeezing the air out of his lungs. This contraction hit harder than any before it and his hips lifted off the bed, he couldn’t breathe, just gasp and try not to freak out.

His belly looked strange, huge and lopsided, you could see a foot or maybe an elbow pushing out hard. The skin was stretched so tight it looked like it could split. He bit back a groan, dug his fingers into his own hip, felt the baby’s head shoving down lower. The pressure was intense, like someone was trying to break him open from the inside.

Nurse: “Breathe through it, Jace, you’re at ten centimeters.” Her voice barely cut through the fog in his head. He was way more focused on the sudden gush soaking the sheets, his water broke, just like that, the smell sharp and metallic.

He didn’t even get a full breath before the next contraction slammed into him. His back arched, pain tearing through his whole body. He could feel the baby’s head right there, stretching him out, burning like a raging wildfire. He couldn’t hold it in, he let out a scream that was both raw and desperate. Between his legs, there was a mess of blood and fluid, the nurse getting ready to catch the baby.

Nurse: “I see hair.” But Jace was somewhere else, body locked up and pushing, muscles working on their own.

The burning got worse, like a ring of fire, skin stretched way too thin. He could feel the top of the baby’s head, slick and wet, forcing him open. He was panting, nails digging into the sheets. The pressure was unreal.

Nurse: “Push now, Jace! Hard as you can!”

The door slammed open. Nick came flying in, totally out of breath, hair stuck to his forehead, wide-eyed.

Nick: “You’re doing it, Jay! I’m here, push baby, push Henry out! You’re so close!” He squeezed Jace’s hand, kissed it, voice shaking.

Jace locked onto Nick, just for a second, and then another contraction took over. This time it wasn’t even pain, just force, like his whole body was built for this one thing. He pushed with everything he had, yelling, every muscle straining. The burning flared up, the head pushing through, stretching him more than he thought was possible.

Suddenly the head popped free, as a slick rush between his legs. The pain let up, replaced by an awkward heavy feeling. He slumped back, shaking, but the nurse was already on him.

Nurse: “Alright Jace, now the shoulders. One more push!”

Nick: “Come on, Jay! You’ve got him!”

Jace gritted his teeth, gave it everything left. He felt a twist inside, a sliding pop, and then the shoulders slipped out with a rush of warm fluid. Suddenly it was over, baby out, cord trailing, nurse catching him. Jace felt relief hit so hard it made him dizzy.

Henry was screaming, angry and red and slippery, and the nurse laid him right on Jace’s chest. He was warm and perfect, covered in goo and yelling his head off. Jace just stared, one hand shaking as he touched Henry’s fuzzy head, feeling the little heartbeat under his fingers. The smell of blood and sweat and something sweet filled his head.

Nick leaned in, tears running down his face, thumb brushing Jace’s temple.

Nick: “He’s perfect.” Voice cracked.

Belly Guard On Duty

Chase is a life guard at the local pool during the summers, it was a job he started in high school to earn some extra money, and he continued in the summers when he was home from college. However this summer was a bit different, the 21 year old was a life guard, but in name only, in fact he could only serve as the supervisor this year due to him being 6 months pregnant.

Chase, like his name implies, enjoys the act of chasing hot guys, pursuing them until he gets what he wants, sex. The young man is a borderline sex addict, in fact his old boyfriend Raul broke up with Chase due to the fact that any time they were together Chase was trying something, it was a compulsion. Finally this past year Chase's compulsion to have his hole filled ended with him getting knocked up by a guy he was seeing casually.

When Chase discovered that he was pregnant, his first thought was "How am I supposed to pick up guys with a big ass belly?". However, as his belly grew rounder and larger, he actually found that a lot of guys were looking at him now. Casual hook ups from the past came out of the woodwork, random guys were checking him out, and his bumpdates caused his inbox to be filled with spicy DMs. He was drowning in dick and loving every second of it, however just as he was reaching the part of pregnancy where his belly would really explode out, the school year ended.

He packed his belongings and returned to his home town, a small-ish town in Kentucky, a far cry from the hustle and bustle of the campus and the surrounding city. His options for fuckable prospects were limited and his hole was in desperate need, until the first day of the summer job where he met recent high school graduate and former wrestler Troy. Troy instantly captured Chae's attention, he was 6' 4" and 220 pounds of muscle, his body perfectly sculpted, honed over many years.

At first Chase tried to play it cool, but soon playing it cool wasn't enough, he waited until one evening after shift. As the life guards showered and changed Chase made his way toward Troy and then pretended to feel faint. As he faked his way through nearly passing out, Troy took the bait, putting his hands around the pregnant 21 year old and steadying him.

Troy: "Are you okay?"

Chase: "Yeah I think I'm fine, just low blood sugar i think, i havent eaten in a while so I probably just need to eat something and ill feel better."

Troy: "Are you sure you're okay, I don't want to leave you here and something happen."

Chase: "Yeah I just need to eat, but I don't know if i can drive in this condition, would it be too much to ask if you wanted to go grab some food with me?"

Troy: "Sure, I can take you!"

The guys make their way to Troy's jeep and they take off down the road. They enjoy a nice meal and talk with each other the whole time, the plan is working exactly like Chase had wanted, he had gotten Troy alone for a bit, then shared a meal, and now Troy seemed invested. After 2 hours, Troy takes Chase back to his car, but before Chase gets out, he feels the baby kicking and immediately has a thought. Without asking he grabs Troy's hand and places it on his belly, the look on Troy's face is that of shock and wonder as he feels the baby kicking beneath his palm.

Troy: "Wow, that's incredible. I've never felt a pregnant belly before."

Chase: "Yeah, the kicks catch me off guard sometimes, but overall being pregnant isn't so bad."

Troy: "I was curious since the day I first saw you, I see that you're pregnant but you never mention a boyfriend or anything, what's up with that?

Chase explains the situation to him, and Troy seems to soak up every word.

Chase: "You said you've never touched a pregnant belly before, you wanna touch mine some more? Maybe back at my place?"

Troy turns a very embarrassed shade of red as he studders through his words, after a bit more pressure from Chase, the two eventually find themselves exactly where Chase wanted them, in his bed. At first the ever shy Troy just rubbed Chase's belly in his shirt, until Chase removed it. He grabbed Troy's hands and placed them both firmly on his round belly, with that Troy became a bit more adventurous. After a few more minutes of that Chase could see the tightening in Troy's pants, and decided to push things along some more.

Chase: "You know what's better than feeling a pregnant man's belly? Feeling a pregnant man's belly when you are balls deep in their ass." With that he reaches forward and begins to paw at Troy's junk, an action which Troy was unprepared for, but an action he didn't fight against. A few minutes later the guy's lips are locked together and Troy's clothes are on the floor, Chase begins pleasuring the man with his mouth sending wave after wave of pleasure radiating from Troy's large thick dick.

A few more minutes later and Troy is face first in Chase's ass, his skill with his fingers and tongue was undeniable, he had done this before, many times before Chase assessed. Chase's theory was proven right when it came time for Troy to insert his member into Chase's hole. Chase and Troy were in heaven, the tightness of the pregnant man's innards and the sheer thickness of Troy's cock made the perfect match. Troy used his weapon well, he was a brutal fucking machine, and Chase was his willing play things.

Roman and His Reason

Outside, the late October air was cold, enough to make Roman shiver even through his hoodie. He spotted Cody hanging out by his truck, hands stuffed deep in the front pocket of a hoodie that was way too big except for the part where his belly stretched it tight. Even from across the lot, you couldn’t miss it, Cody was huge, the kind of pregnant that made people stare. Roman’s heart did a weird little jump when he saw his boyfriend.

Cody looked up, and his face lit up when he saw Roman, though Roman looked exhausted.

Cody: “Rough day?” His voice was kind of rough, like he hadn’t slept.

Roman closed the gap in a couple strides, kissed Cody on the side of his head, and let his hand settle on Cody’s belly. He could feel the babies moving. Babies, plural, he always had to remind himself there were five in there, which was just insane to him. He remembers when Cody told him they were expecting, but he remembers even more vividly him throwing up during the ultrasound when the doctor said quintuplets.

Roman: “Just tired.” He said it quiet, kind of under his breath. He was thinking about everything at once: recruiters, practices, trying not to flunk math, and then the fact Cody was nearly 7 months pregnant with his quintuplets.

Cody winced in pain a bit, his hand darting to rub a specific part of Cody's enormous belly. Roman rubbed his thumb over the curve.

Roman: “They kicking?”

Cody nodded, leaning into him.

Cody: “Like they’re trying out for the NFL.” He half laughed, but it sounded more nervous than anything. The air between them got thick, like both of them were thinking about the due date, the bills, all the shit about to hit the fan. Cody’s hand found Roman’s, and he squeezed ever so gently.

Cody: “We’ll figure it out.” He said it almost like he was trying to convince himself. He turned around and opened the door to Roman's truck and tried to get in unsuccessfully. Roman came up behind him and helped him into the passenger seat of the truck. Cody had been riding with roman for almost 2 months now, ever since his belly got too big for him to fit behind the wheel of his own car.

The next day, the cafeteria was loud as usual, trays banging, people yelling. Cody sat by himself at a corner table, poking at a salad he clearly didn’t want. The hoodie wasn’t hiding anything anymore, it hadn't for months now, his belly basically took over the table, pulling eyes from all directions. Three guys from the basketball team rolled up, with looks on their faces.

Basketball Guy 1: “Yo, you smuggling a whole soccer team in there or what?” He poked Cody's belly.

Basketball Guy 2: “Or just one giant-ass baby, probably a fat ass just like his daddy.” Cody hunched up, face hot, and gripped his fork so tight it looked like it’d snap.

That’s when Roman showed up, didn’t say a word at first, just stood there behind them. His shadow was enough that the guys actually backed up a step.

Roman: “You got something funny to say?” Voice was low, calm, but you could feel the threat in it. The tallest one started to mumble.

Basketball Guy 1: “We’re just messing around, Rivera, shit.”

Roman: “Walk. Away. Now.” He said it while squeezing the dude’s shoulder hard enough that the guy winced. They scattered, not looking back.

Roman crouched down next to Cody, helped him up, hand gentle.

Cody: “Thanks.” He didn’t look Roman in the eye.

Roman: “You shouldn’t even be here, man. You’re exhausted. And those guys.” He jerked his chin at the retreating jerks. “This isn't healthy for you or for them.” As he places his hand on Cody's belly.

Cody: “So what, I just hide at home? I’m not an invalid, Roman.” He tried to pull away, but Roman didn’t let go.

Roman: “It’s not hiding. It’s protecting our family. Doctor literally said stress is bad...”

Cody: “Stop using the babies against me!” He shoved Roman’s hand off, eyes wet and pissed. “I’m still a person! You don’t get to decide for me.” He turned and made for the exit, waddling, one hand holding up his belly. Roman just stood there, fists clenched, cafeteria noise suddenly way too loud.

The texts started before school was even out. Cody hadn’t just left lunch, he’d gone home. He was blowing up Roman’s phone with angry texts:

Cody: “You don’t get to control me.” “I’m not just an incubator.” “Stop acting like I’m glass.”

Roman texted back between classes, thumbs flying, pissed and worried:

Roman: “Protecting isn’t controlling!” “Stress is bad for THEM!” “Why won’t you listen?”

He barely remembered his last class, just stared at his phone. It was Cody’s last message that hit the hardest:

Cody: “Maybe you just want an excuse to bail when things get real.”

Roman sat in the locker room before the game, staring at that line. Bail? Like he was ever gonna do that? He typed out a pissed-off reply, deleted it. Tried again, slower:

Roman: “You know that’s not true.”

Nothing. No typing dots, no reply. He slammed his locker shut, the noise echoing throughout the room. Fine, Cody wanted space, he’d get it. Roman shoved his phone in his bag, put his helmet on, and tried to push it all out of his head.

Out on the field, Friday night lights lit up the field, crowd roaring. Roman scanned the bleachers during warm-ups, trying to spot Cody. Nothing, he couldnt find Cody anywhere int he stands, he really didn't come, to one of the most important games in Roman's football career. He off and it was noticeable, he missed obvious passes, his coach yelling at him on the side line after having one of his half hearted passes intercepted by the other team and allowing them to score. Meanwhile the scouts scribbled note after note. By halftime, they were down 14-3, Roman just kept his head down, ignoring everyone.

The third quarter started and the crowd groaned. Roman tried to focus, "Run the play, and don’t screw up." He thought to himself. He rolled out, hit his receiver for a touchdown, and the crowd finally woke up. As he jogged back, he caught movement by the tunnel, the silhouette undeniably Cody who was Leaning on the railing, hand on his belly. Roman felt relief that hit so hard it almost knocked him over. He gave a tiny nod to Cody before turning his attention back tot he game.

After that, Roman played like a different guy. Every throw hit, every run worked. He saw Cody again, watching, out of the shadows of the tunnel, a little smile on his face. Roman launched a sixty-yard bomb for another touchdown and the scouts started getting serious. They all started making calls. Roman wasn’t just playing football anymore, he was playing for Cody, for the babies, for all of it, like he had to prove he wasn’t going anywhere.

When the fianl whistle was blown, they won, 31-14. Roman got mobbed by his team, then by guys in collegiate polos, he was handed business cards and hats, phrases like "Full ride scholarship", and “You’re the future, son.” filled the air around him, but Roman just nodded, his eyes searching the stands for Cody.

Finally, as the crowd thinned. Roman stood near midfield, his helmet in hand as he scanned for Cody, and finally once again he saw him leaning against the edge of the ticket booth. They made eye contact and Cody began moving slow, hand pressed to his belly, walking toward Roman. Roman seeing the love of his life struggle so much, hurt him, and he knew he was the one that had done this to Cody, that's why he is so protective over him now, his guilt was compelling him to.

Roman: “You okay?” He could see how wiped Cody looked, but Cody leaned into him, forehead against Roman’s chest.

Cody: “You played… incredible.” He sounded choked up.

Roman just held him, hand splayed over Cody’s belly, feeling the babies kick. They stood like that, everything else fading out.

Roman: “They came.” He pulled out the business cards, let Cody see the logos—Duke, USC, Alabama, Georgia, Auburn, even as far as Texas.

Cody: “Roman… that’s everything you wanted.”

Roman: "No, you are everything I want, you and our babies, everything else is just icing on the cake."

Cody: "I know how hard you've worked for this for year now, don't let me or the babies stop you from pursuing your dreams, and by the way, it's not your fault, I know why you are so protective of me and why you care so much about this, I figured it out a little late though. It's not your fault that I'm this way, we both created these babies together, but i get why you have been acting like this these past few months."

Before Roman could answer, a girl with a camera came up, looking nervous.

Photographer: “Um, Mr. Rivera? Could I get a picture? You and, uh…"

Roman: "Me and my reason for everything I do."

Cody who usually shies away from the camera due to how big he is just stands there beaming as the words Roman just said filled him with a renewed sense of profound love.

Roman stepped behind Cody, arms wrapped around him, hands over Cody’s belly. Cody leaned back, finally letting himself relax a little. The camera flashed as they both smiled brightly.

As the photographer walked off, the guys stood there. Just a guy, his exhausted boyfriend, and five little lives kicking between them. They enjoyed a moment of bliss, that is until Cody speaks up.

Building More Than Just Houses

Dylan was a 19 year old apprentice contractor working for his boss Marco. But for months Dylan was hiding a secret from Marco, a secret that was soon going to be revealed. Dylan was 4 months pregnant with Marco’s baby, he had been hiding it the best he could but it was a task that was growing harder by the day. His shirts were getting tighter and his belt was getting looser.

One day when Dylan was on the second story of a house they were constructing, he suddenly lost his balance while trying to pick up his level. As he feet fell from under him, he surely thought he was about to eat plywood subfloor when suddenly he stopped falling. Marco had caught him, but Marco had also caught on. As Marco helped the young apprentice to his feet, he gave Dylan a knowing look.

Marco: “Take your belt off and leave it here, come with me.”

Dylan: “But I’m not done here!”

Marco: “Yeah that’s fine, let’s go.”

As Marco led Dylan they finally arrived at Marco’s truck.

Marco: “Get in!”

Dylan: “We’re gonna go get lunch for the crew.”

With that Dylan hopped in and the duo took off. As they drove down the road, Marco turned onto a different street in the subdivision, a street with no houses yet, and a cul-de-sac at the end. When they reached the end of the road Marco put the truck in park and turned to look at Dylan, looking him up and down, his eyes lingering on his expanded midsection.

Marco: “Spill it kid, what’s going on?”

Dylan: “I don’t know you’re the one driving, why are we down here?”

Marco: “Quit playing dumb.” He says gruffly as he reaches over and lifts up Dylan’s shirt revealing the humble but still bulging and round belly below. “Who’s and how long?”

Dylan: “Uhh… uhm..”

Marco: “So with that response I’m guessing about 4 months and mine… right?”

Dylan felt his throat tighten, his heart was beating a million miles a minute and all he can muster is a sheepish “Yeah.”

Marco: “Okay then… I’m guessing after we finished the Henderson job?” He said in a lighthearted tone which put Dylan a bit more at ease.

Dylan: “Probably sir.”

Marco: “Drop the sir Dylan, you are carrying my baby after all, just call me Marco from now on.”

Dylan: “Okay… Marco… what now?”

Marco: “Now we go get lunch and maybe bring some back for those sloppy subcontractors of mine.” He says laughing heartily. “We will talk more later, when we get back, you are free to go for the day, come by my place laster and we will talk about all of this, my head needs time to wrap around the whole thing.”

Dylan: “But, I, I need the…” He begins to speak sheepishly before being cut off.

Marco: “Don’t worry about the money, I’m not gonna dock your pay, I’ll modify your assignments, but I’ll need you to still try and work all the way up to like 7 months… think you can do that? I’ll get paid for the current job then and money won’t be an issue after that.”

Dylan: “Yeah I think I can do that, but you know the crew is gonna find out.”

Marco: “Find out what? That you’re my favorite?” They already know that, now they just have proof. Oh and one more thing, since you won’t be doing any heavy lifting, or climbing, I’m changing your dress code, I don’t want you to cover up that swell anymore, wear it proudly, you’re carrying my baby after all.” He says as he laughs to himself again.

The pair went on to enjoy a nice lunch and then returned to the job site where Dylan headed for home and eventually to Marco‘s house. Once they’re the two talked for nearly 5 hours before Dylan crashed on Marco‘s couch.

As the months progressed, and Dylan‘s belly continue to grow and swell outward, he became less and less useful on the job site, though he was still determined to hold up to his end of the bargain. And eventually he reached the seven month mark. By that time, his belly was enormous, far larger than most singleton pregnancies. By this point, his belly was in the way of nearly every task. Dylan tried to perform, and he had become clumsy, knocking things over with his belly on accident. One day, Marco walked up to him after watching Dylan inadvertently knock over some lumber that was leaning against the side of the house Dylan figured that Marco would be upset, but instead, Marco gently placed his hand against Dylan‘s massive belly.

Marco: “I think it’s time for you to go home. You made it to the seven month mark. This job is nearly finished. Why don’t you head back to our place and take a load off?”

Dylan: “Are you sure? You really don’t want me around anymore?”

Marco: “It ain’t that, just I don’t want you under any more stress than you have to be, I want a nice big healthy baby after all.”

Dylan: “Okay.”

Before Dylan left, Marco made a show of rubbing Dylan‘s belly with his calloused hands, brushing across Dylan‘s top skin and then kneeling down holding the belly on both sides and leaning in to kiss it. The other workers knew that the baby was Marcos but they had never seen him behave this way before they all stopped what they were doing to watch the pair.

Marco stood up and shouted “Back to work! I ain’t paying you to gawk all day!”

A Diploma and A Delivery

Carter and his longtime boyfriend Isaac had been together all throughout high school, they were an unwavering unit of love and devotion. They were the golden standard for what high school relationships could be and an example of what to strive for, that was until senior year. Things got a bit out of hand when the guys were celebrating Carter’s birthday, Isaac and Carter had gotten their hands on some alcohol and enjoyed a few too many that night by the lake.

With neither of them having much memory from that night, neither of them understood the gravity of the situation brewing in Crater’s womb. However within 3 months the consequences revealed themselves, Carter was throwing up, had a sudden fatigue, a sore chest, and his belly had begun to expand. There was no denying it, he was pregnant. Being the united power couple they were, Isaac vowed to stand by Carter and their child no matter what.

The next step for the gist was telling their parents, neither set of parents were thrilled but they weren’t furious or even all that surprised either. The guys had decided that after graduation, Isaac would go to college and work part time while Carter would stay at home with the baby, living with his parents of course. Then when Isaac graduated and got a job, Carter would go to school. A plan sealed with a ring Isaac bought with money from his part time job. Now expecting a baby and engaged before graduating high school, the guys focused on making their plan a reality.

As the months passed, Carter grew exponentially, until finally he had reached full term. His due date was only 2 days after graduation, and he was determined to go. He had worked for 4 years for this diploma, and he wasn’t going to miss it for anything. His classmates joked with him about going into labor at graduation, and some groups of students even beg whether or not he would.

Finally the morning of the graduation ceremony came, Carter got ready for the ceremony with Isaac’s help and they headed for the venue. On the way there however Carter was feeling some fairly strong contractions, he knew what was happening, but his determination remained. At last it was time, the ceremony began and the graduates processed in and found their seats, Carter was contracting the whole time. After an hour of talking and speeches, it was finally time for the main event. As name after name got called finally it was Carter’s turn. However as he walked across the stage, he was hit by an unbearable pain, and then a gushing sensation. His cater had broken on the stage 10 feet short of his diploma, 10 feet short of his goal.

The audience gasped and you could hear some students declaring they had won the bet. As the wave of pain hit him members of the staff came to his side, Isaac ran up onto the stage to help his fiancé. As the wave of pain passed, Carter rose with the help of Isaac and they together accepted Carter’s diploma, shook the principal’s hand, threw their caps and hastily made their exit.