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His gym buddies were making fun of how the new baby bump he was growing was going to kill his chances of getting with other guys. Just to prove them wrong he posted this pic on his story. An hour later his dms were flooded with guys practically begging him to fuck a baby into them.

“Come on, surely we could? It’s your first heat, who gets pregnant on their first heat?” Sam asked.

Trey pushed his ass back gently, enjoying the feeling of Sam’s firmness behind him. Fuck he wanted that cock. He gritted his teeth, pulling himself away from the desire:

“I told you to bring condoms. That was the one thing I needed you to bring”.

“I was too excited and forgot them. I could pull out?” Sam offered, running his hands down Trey’s sides, toying with the waistband of his underwear, shuffling it down, over his bubble butt.

Trey stretched out his neck in pleasure, his sub instincts being activated, and Sam kissed down his neck. Trey melted, a toy for his own hormones.

“Yes” he whispered.

At first, he was happy to hear it was going well. Now, as he’s nearing the end of his first pregnancy, he’s starting to thing that he doesn’t want to be too perfect at this: he’d seen boys that had been bred continuously for three years because of their great birthing genes.

He tried overeating, he tried exhausting himself at the gym, but every time the feedback was positive: “baby is stacking on the weight”, “your cardio levels are looking great for a long labour”.

He only meant to check the mirror for a second.

Just to see how much farther out that pregnant belly had pushed this week. How much lower it was sitting. How much heavier it looked on him now.

Then he caught that side profile and went still.

The way his shirt rode up.

The way that full, swollen belly curved out in front of him.

The way his hands settled over the top of it like he was trying to be gentle, when really he knew exactly how hot he looked like this — broad shoulders, flushed skin, and carrying enough to make anybody lose their train of thought. He had to take a pic and send it to all of his trade!

Now he’s standing there pretending this is innocent, like he doesn’t know what that pic is going to do to people.

Like he doesn’t know that being this pregnant has only made him filthier.

Softer in some places. Heavier in others. And somehow even more dangerous to look at.

And the worst part?

Then, waking up face down in a hotel bedroom. A pillow under his hips, his ass aching, and reaching around to touch his hole, which was full of sticky cum.

He’s forgotten what his dick even looks like: for the past five months he’s been brought to orgasm through his ass alone.

“Look at those tits, Brody!” He said, “It’s like your body has been waiting to grow a baby.”

He kissed down my neck, his hands moving between my breasts and the taught skin of my baby bump. My dick went hard, his fingers toying gently with my nipples. A groan escaped my lips.

There was a knock at the bedroom door. Mr Johnson continued to kiss me, grasping my tits more firmly. I squeaked with joy, his firm cock against my back.

“Hey Brody,” Sam called from outside, “Me and the boys are heading out for some pool, you wanna join?”

next up, he helped me realise how much I enjoyed bringing pleasure to other men, serving them with my mouth or my ass. Then he showed me what it meant to reach my most submissive, to really be a vessel for a man’s desires.