That is, until his chest gets sensitive, food starts to smell off and he's nauseous every single day. In no time at all, his belly has subtly changed shape. But he can't be. Can he?

He catches himself admiring his belly in the mirror. Unconsciously running his hands over his puffy nipples, only to instantly get hard. So, fine, he's pregnant. He should get an abortion. Shouldn't he?

Five months later, his boyfriend rubs lotion into the straining skin over his swollen womb and teases him for being 'an overachiever'.

'You always acted like you were just humoring me, and look at you now!'

As if on cue, a flurry of kicks distorts his perfectly round belly.

He grabs his boyfriend by the collar of his shirt and snarls, 'You did this to me.'

Squirming with obvious arousal, but with a hugely smug smile on his face, he starts to say, 'Actually you're the one who made twins hap-'

'Shut up and fuck me.'

The little shit has the gall to salute.

A hardened criminal involved in organized crime, muscular and covered in tattoos, all juxtaposed by the massive pregnant belly jutting out of his front. It doesn't even fit under his shirt, instead hanging out halfway exposed, his pregnant outie only drawing even more attention to how ridiculously knocked up he is.

Shy wizard professor getting adorably tongue-tied around the huge bear of man who owns the bakery beneath his rented room.

The last few months, the object of his not-that-secret desires has been growing about the waist. Almost imperceptibly at first, as he already had a fat belly, but lately he looked... The wizard felt light-headed just thinking about it.

One day, walking in for breakfast, he noticed the baker's belly now formed a perfect dome, navel showing through his apron, and felt all his blood rush southwards.

He'd spent many nights humping a pillow and wishing he was straddling those thick thighs instead.

Unbeknownst to him, the baker had been harbouring similar feelings, gravid belly pooling with heat whenever he handed the wizard his order and their hands briefly touched.

One evening, the wizard came back after a long day of teaching to find the baker slumped on a stool in his closed bakery, exhaustion written all over his face, one hand supporting his heavy belly as it hung between his legs.

Mind churning with worries and visions of kneading bread on swollen feet and with an even bigger belly in the way, the baker didn't notice anyone entering until he heard a polite inquiry from the last person he wanted to be this weak in front of.

But when he looked up, the wizard just looked genuinely concerned for him, and he found himself earnestly confessing that these days, he needed to rest for a good hour before he could even walk to his room three streets over. How was he supposed to keep the bakery running?

Concern overriding his shyness and embarrassment, the wizard offered up his own room upstairs, and realised a few seconds too late that he hadn't specified 'without me there' to make it not sound like a come-on.

But the baker looked up, eyes swimming with gratitude and cheeks pinking with desire.

He kept apologising for being too tired to do much, until the wizard was pushing into his throbbing, leaking cunt, and he could only groan in satisfaction.

It didn't take long before they were both spread across the bed, catching their breath.

By the second time, the baker no longer cared about just laying there, as it was very clear that his lover was more than content pounding into him while stroking his huge, hairy gut with both hands.

He fell asleep immediately after, a tingly warmth in his belly as if he'd been knocked up all over again.

Exactly a year later, in their new home, strength returned and belly unbearably empty, he lifted his tiny husband up against the wall and growled in his ear, 'You're breeding me tonight.'