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His partner laughs as he passes by, rubbing the round, heavy daddy's belly, apparently just a bit too hard. His water breaks, flooding out of him and soaking the floor and couch, and he screams, contracting and pushing all in that one moment. That melon sized head barrels out of him, bulging his sweatpants which are already too tight for his pregnancy-fattened body. Yet, it pops right out, followed by the shoulders, until the thirty-five pound baby squelches out and into his pants.

Every contraction, all I can think about is that my body is doing everything it can to squeeze this huge baby out of my tight little hole… and how completely I want to surrender to that, spread my legs and finally give birth.

(Me and my partner saw you across the bar and we really dig your vibe, can we get you pregnant?)

i would actually do it in a heartbeat. to be able to experience pregnancy and birth and make a ton of money?? i'd go anywhere, do anything to make that happen. it would take so much change in my life for me to feel ready to have a baby of my own, but carrying someone else's child for nine months would be a dream come true.

He was so hard , you couldn't help but notice as your body reacted in kind and your tdick/clit/dick swelled just before you give in to your first real push.