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I would get pregnant again a thousand times over, I was born for this. Look at my big, round butt. Someone's going to get me pregnant again and I don't blame them. PLEASE
Volvería a embarazarme una y mil veces mas, nací para esto. Miren como tengo esos glúteos, me van a dejar otra vez embarazado y no los culpo.
Joe’s bank account was in the red, and his days as a personal trainer were reduced to watching dust gather on the weights in his empty gym. He needed a change of pace, so, driven more by boredom and instinct than anything else, he accepted a date.
When the guy walked into the restaurant, Joe had to hold his breath. He wasn’t just any twink; he was a mountain of muscle and stretched skin. He had an enormous belly, almost at full term, looking ready to burst under a T-shirt that was barely doing its job. Every time he moved to settle into his chair, he let out a low moan—a mix of sheer fatigue and something much more electric.
After dinner, they went for a walk. It was an obscene spectacle. The pregnant man moved with difficulty, one hand clutching his lower back to support the massive weight, the other massaging the base of his belly, where veins stood out like roots under his bronzed skin. Joe, a natural-born predator, couldn't take his eyes off him. He watched the belly shake—a hypnotic, rhythmic sway that set his blood on fire.
"Do you train like this?" Joe let out with a lopsided grin. "That weight is destroying your spine. You should be working those muscles, gaining some stability."
The guy looked at him, exhausted, letting out a sigh that ended in a sharp gasp. "No one has the guts, Joe. Everyone’s afraid to touch me, afraid something might happen... or just intimidated by the size."
Joe didn't waste a single second. Fear wasn't in his vocabulary, especially when he had a man right in front of him carrying a life—and so much pent-up tension. That very night, the magic happened. At Joe’s place, their clothes were on the floor before they could even get through the door. Joe claimed him with the aggression of a man who’d been holding back for months; he put him to the test, made him move, sweat, and moan while that immense belly bounced, thumping against his rock-hard abs.
He started training him the next day. It wasn't a conventional workout; it was a routine of resistance, sex, and dominance. Joe used every break between sets to remind him exactly who was in charge.
The tragedy—or perhaps destiny—struck two weeks later. They were in the gym locker room, in the middle of one of their wildest sessions. Joe had him pressed against the lockers, taking full advantage of the perfect curve of that belly that wouldn't stop moving, when a sharp sound, almost a pop, cut through the air thick with sweat. A warm wave soaked both their feet.
His water had broken. Joe’s intensity, the friction, and the relentless pace at which he’d pushed that body to the edge had accelerated everything.
Today, Joe’s gym isn't a place for losing weight; it’s a temple. A sanctuary for pregnant men seeking exactly what Joe offers: a trainer who isn't afraid of them, who pushes them to their limit, and who thrives on watching those immense, glistening bellies move to the rhythm of his desires. Joe is in his prime, surrounded by giant bellies, always ready for more "mischief" with the men no one else dared to touch.
La cuenta bancaria de Joe estaba en rojo, y sus días como entrenador personal se limitaban a ver cómo el polvo se acumulaba en las pesas de su gimnasio vacío. Necesitaba un cambio de aire, así que, movido más por el aburrimiento y el instinto que por otra cosa, aceptó una cita.
Cuando el chico entró al restaurante, Joe tuvo que contener el aliento. No era un twink cualquiera; era una montaña de carne y piel estirada. Tenía una panza inmensa, casi a término, que parecía a punto de estallar bajo una remera que apenas cumplía su función. Cada vez que el chico se movía para acomodarse en la silla, soltaba un gemido sordo, una mezcla de fatiga y algo mucho más eléctrico.
Después de cenar, salieron a caminar. Era un espectáculo obsceno. El embarazado avanzaba con dificultad, una mano aferrada a su espalda baja para soportar el peso descomunal y la otra masajeando la base de su vientre, donde las venas se marcaban como raíces bajo la piel bronceada. Joe, un depredador nato, no le quitaba la vista de encima. Observaba cómo el vientre se sacudía, un vaivén hipnótico que le encendía la sangre.
—¿Entrenás así? —soltó Joe, con una sonrisa ladeada—. Ese peso te está destrozando la columna. Deberías trabajar esos músculos, ganar estabilidad.
El chico lo miró con cansancio, soltando un suspiro que terminó en jadeo. —Nadie se anima, Joe. Todos tienen miedo de tocarme, de que pase algo… o de que los asuste el tamaño.
Joe no perdió ni un segundo. El miedo no formaba parte de su vocabulario, menos cuando tenía frente a él a un hombre cargando una vida y tanta tensión acumulada. Esa misma noche, la magia ocurrió. En la casa de Joe, la ropa terminó en el suelo antes de que pudieran cruzar la puerta. Joe lo hizo suyo con la agresividad de quien lleva meses guardando energía: lo puso a prueba, lo hizo moverse, sudar y gemir mientras esa panza inmensa rebotaba, golpeando contra sus abdominales duros como piedras.
Lo empezó a entrenar al día siguiente. No era un entrenamiento convencional; era una rutina de resistencia, sexo y dominio. Joe aprovechaba cada descanso entre series para recordar quién mandaba.
La tragedia —o el destino— ocurrió dos semanas después. Estaban en el vestuario del gimnasio, en medio de una de sus sesiones más salvajes. Joe lo tenía contra los casilleros, aprovechando la curva perfecta de ese vientre que no dejaba de moverse, cuando un sonido seco, casi un pop, cortó el aire cargado de sudor. Una oleada tibia bañó los pies de ambos.
La fuente se había roto. La intensidad de Joe, la fricción y el ritmo al que había sometido ese cuerpo al límite habían acelerado todo.
Hoy, el gimnasio de Joe no es un lugar para perder peso; es un templo. Un santuario de hombres embarazados que buscan exactamente lo que Joe ofrece: un entrenador que no les tiene miedo, que los hace llegar al límite y que disfruta viendo cómo sus panzas, cargadas y brillantes, se mueven al ritmo de sus deseos. Joe está en su mejor momento, rodeado de vientres inmensos, listo para seguir haciendo travesuras con los hombres que nadie más se atrevía a tocar.
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