#male pregnancy
Happy Holidays!
This one’s a big ‘un.
Another growth sequence, because I hate myself.
A non-Halloween version.
Some seasonably appropriate mpreg body horror. Happy Halloween!
Growth Sequence.
Holly hell that took me a long time…
I’ve decided I’m quite fond of the under-belly.
Domesticated - now streaming for free on YouTube.
Weighing seven episodes and 50 minutes in length, our little bundle of joy arrived on April 3rd.
been working my beach body for summer and I haven’t finished yet!
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On Thanksgiving, uncle Peter admitted he wasn’t sure he wanted to disclose his pregnancy to the rest of the family yet, as he was still processing it himself.
However, it was evident to all of us the moment we saw the bulging belly under his sweater.
“Yeah, the decision was made for me,” he joked afterwards, framing his hefty bump with his hands, “Two weeks ago, I might have been able to get away with it, but I’ve been growing non-stop since!”
“Buddy, it’s good that you’re being calm about the whole thing, but I’m not gonna be able to just breathe away these contractions much longer. So get in the car and drive me to the hospital, or I won’t be able to keep myself from pushing right on this seat.”
First day back at the office after giving birth to the twins. Work clothes don’t fit like they used to anymore.
Ever since they became fathers, finding an opportunity to have some intimate time had become difficult. Especially so after the second and third time.
That morning, however, his husband crawled on top of him, clearly hoping to get some action before the kids woke up. He wanted it just as bad himself. It had been a while since the last time.
“Hold on. Let me get a condom,” he said as things were starting to get heated. “No. No condoms, babe,” his husband replied, “ I want to feel youtoday.”
He sighed. He knew what that meant. He knew his husband wasn’t on birth control himself. He’d never imagined himself as a father, let alone a father of three, and now his husband was aching to get pregnant again.
He was too horny to find the willpower to protest. His husband was already sitting on his throbbing dick. Three, four, what’s the difference? He told to himself.
Need some help…
Seeing how this shirt fitted
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Heavy…
Looking for a boy to breed
Running out of room
Ugh…
