See how my husband put 9 hot dog emojis? Many people think that’s how much he ate, but it’s actually how many times I had to fuck him to finally induce labor after our son was a week late

Getting my husband pregnant was the best thing to happen to me. His constant sexual needs, him getting bigger; I loved it all! He doesn’t feel as sexy as I think he looks, but I reassure him cause we all feel like that at times. He absolutely loves it when I cuddle and talk with our baby

We just got back from dinner when Ralph started to get some pretty good kicks from the twins. He seemed to be in a bit of pain, but as soon as he sat down, he yelled out. “It’s time”, Ralph said as he undid his shirt to reveal his belly.

My husband is a teacher at a high school where he teaches the football team as well. It was at the beginning of the spring football season of 2024 and we found out that he is pregnant. Hopefully we got a little football player of our own too!

“Hey bud”, my dad said as he walked into the bathroom. “What’s up pops”, I said through my toothpaste filled mouth. “Your brother is kicking up a storm; I need you to rub my belly to help relax him”. I knew what this also meant; my dad needed me to help me with…other things too, if you catch my drift. I didn’t mind ever though; he looked hot carrying a baby. Too bad it isn’t mine though

I met my husband back in college where we played football. And he was your typical jacked, 6 pack abs kinda jock. 10 years and two kids later, we stay active at the gym, but his dad belly has totally taken over! Is it bad to say I love it?

Ralph grunted and groaned as the babies suddenly kicked him aggressively. Ralph’s husband and I just finished fucking him, so maybe that’s why the babies are kicking? What do you think?

As Ralph got closer to his due date with the twins, he couldn’t help but consistently be shirtless. His nipples also got a bit rounder, enjoying it when myself or his husband sucks on them. For his age, the pregnancy hormones also elevated his sex drive a skyrocketing amount, so he had to constantly satisfy his needs.

The author of this captions decided to stay anonymous. Enoy!

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“Oooof… hand me the oil would ya son?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch spreading his legs and undid his belt and zipper to make room for his big heavy belly to rest in between. I handed him the coconut oil and watched as he took a hand full and rubbed the sides of his big achy stomach. He was 9 months along now with quads and was due any day now. “They get bigger and bigger by the day! I don’t know how much bigger i could possibly get.” He says as he slaps both hands at the sides of his big round oily belly and rubs in big circles . “Ooh oof ungh” he grunts and moans as the babies kick and protest at the pressure of his rubbing. “You should be due any day now. Need any help?” I offered. Truth be told I enjoyed watching him sit on the couch everyday unable to get up from the size and weight of his heavy and perfectly round gut that protruded so far that he had no choice but to let it rest in between his tired legs spread out wide. In the mornings he’d eat and engorge until his belly was tight and full. After all he was eating for 5. In the afternoon I’d sit and watch tv with him and sometimes when the quads were less active I’d rest my head atop his round firm stomach while rubbing his underbelly gently to lessen the pressure. I’d help him up and he’d waddle around the house holding his heavy belly from underneath and picking it up to lessen the weight. At night he’d sit in bed and rub his belly for hours to relieve the aches and stretching until he knocked out but today he needed my assistance to reach every inch of his big round achy belly. The quads were heavy, each weighing approximately 8 pounds. “Yes please! Ugh I can only rub so much myself. Please be gentle… ohh ooof… my belly is feeling especially heavy and sensitive today.” He held his under belly and picked it up to relieve the weight of it for a few seconds and then let go and as it plopped back down it jiggled and the babies again kicked and squirmed in protest. I took the oil in my hands and eagerly walked over to his immense gut. I started with rubbing his outie belly button and then went to the top of his mound and ran my hands up and down the middle of his big pregnant stomach. His moans and grunts are what I really wanted to hear so I ignored his direction about being gentle and rigorously rubbed the sides of this big belly with a moderate amount of pressure. It was softer than it looked so I was able to really get in there. “Ooohhh it hurts… ugghh… but it feels so good…don’t stop…. keep rubbing… ohhh the babies hate it…. ohhh wow ughhhng” he moaned and grunted in pain and pleasure. I enjoyed rubbing this big ball of a belly until his tight skin absorbed all the oil. “How was that?” I said as I gave the last rub and took one hand away and gave him a couple pats in the middle of his belly followed by a playful slap at the top of his ginormous ball gut. “That felt amazing. But… ooof..Babies didn’t like it from the looks of it” the quads kicked and made his belly bounce and sway and jiggle. "Ahh! Oh! Ooof… oh… I think it’s time" he screamed in pain as he held his now tightening ball gut. “Time for what !? They’re coming? Was I too rough???” "I don��t know but I feel my belly tightening up! Ahhh!“ He roared in agony. I didn’t know how to deliver! Wtf was I supposed to do? So I stripped his pants off and helped him lay down on the carpet. He held his big belly and clenched at the side and under of his giant mound in pain. His belly was tightening up. I gave it a quick poke and it was hard as a rock. Suddenly I heard a gush of liquid. His water broke. “Help me!!! Tell me when to push! Oh god please son you’ve gotta deliver the quads!ahhh ohhh..! ” he screamed. I took a look and could see the first head crowning. “You’re crowning! Push! Push now! Hard!” "I can’t! It’s too much pressure it hurts!“ So I helped him push. I pressed down as hard as I could on his big hard stomach full of life until I could feel the first of the babies. I helped push them all out one…by…one.

Ever since we hit the winter weather, my husband has been bulking like crazy! I also didn’t mind though, as I loved seeing my muscular man with a big ol’ gut. It was only 8:30am and we just finished having sex; time to stuff his mouth this time 😉

Daddy’s week was off to a rough start. On Saturday morning, he was woken up by a particulary strong contraction that had left him sweating and gasping for air. We both thought he had gone into labor -it was his pregnancy’s 40th week, after all. However, once his muscles relaxed, they stayed like that until the afternoon, when a second contraction hit. We waited, until minutes became hours. They kept coming at irregular intervals, always at least a couple of hours appart. He became restless, not knowing when the next contraction would hit and when the real labor would start. “It wants out.” He moaned at 3 am on Sunday when he was squeezed away from his shallow sleep. I run a hand over his belly, which was amazingly tight. Dad’s boy clearly wanted out, but his body seemed to be taking its time to birth him.

The rest of the day was similar to the day before, and by the time the sun rose on Monday, dad was just miserable. His bulging pregnant belly had barely let him get any sleep, and his whole body was aching because of the strenous work it had been doing for the last 48 hours, along with the fatigue it had been accumulating for the last nine months. I called the doctor and explained the situation. He said there was nothing to worry about. Dad was simply going into labor really slowly, and that it was best for him to stay at home and take it easy until the contractions started happening close together, or until his water broke. He adviced dad to keep his hips lower than the rest of his body so gravity would help him out, hence the strange position he had adopted when I took that photo of him. “I think I can feel him going down.” He told me. It was almost 10 pm now, and three days of very slow labor were taking at toll on him. He looked exhausted. I told him it was better to rest for the night.

“I hope I won’t be pregnant by the end of the night.” He complained as he got into bed. His gut proturding, hanging slightly lower than before. “I can’t take this for much longer.”

“This kid is seriously getting huge!”, Ralph exclaimed as he rubbed his heavily pregnant belly. “He also kicks a lot too”. Ralphs husband and I just stared in awe as he continued to rub his gut.

Right Before my husband was deployed out to the army, we found out that he was pregnant. He wanted to keep it a secret, so I followed his wishes. His best friend for years was also deployed with my husband, so he sent me this Snapchat. If only they knew why he was getting fat

After having the twins, Ralph vowed to not get pregnant again, as this was his second or third time being pregnant. Well…being horny can do some things, and he ended up pregnant again: by me again and not his husband 😬

Yes, you are seeing that correctly: three shirtless, pregnant men. These guys are guys I’ve hooked up with a while ago and well, I guess they all ended up finding each other out. The gay community, am I right? Better get ready to bust some child support out 😬

“Your guys’ babies are absolutely killing me”, Ralph groaned while he tried to stretch out his back. Ever since he got pregnant with his husbands and my child, he’s gotten huge!