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morphed-men · 2 days
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Due to the previous pilot shortage, the airline has to bring back the pregnant pilot back on stage. Though there are non-pregnant pilots to run the plane with these daddy-to-be, some passengers can’t hide their worries about the risk of emergency landing for some labour.
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andrewmpreg · 8 hours
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Lisandro Magellán
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mpregonthebrain · 1 month
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Twisted Fiction
This scene occurs around the 37 minute mark. Warning there is blood and gore involved.
There is a birth scene that follows, but it isn't a conventional birth.
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earth2mpregverse · 2 months
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Alex Sampson
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due-on-the-internet · 10 months
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Who wants to stuff me full? Who wants to watch as whatever is inside fights to get out?
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mpregandproud · 10 months
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THE BEACH
I love going to the beach. Since I was very young I have loved going down to the beach, lying on the sand to sunbathe and spend the day swimming in the sea. The beach recharges my batteries and fills me with life, it's like medicine for me.
Now that I'm in the final days of my pregnancy, and I'm on paternity leave, every day I go to the beach for a while. I like to take the car and look for a remote and quiet place. I look for secluded places with few people so I can go nudist. With the size of my belly, any swimsuit is too tight. So the best way I feel is leaving my belly free, getting a tan and feeling the breeze of the air all over my skin.
Today I have chosen a beautiful and tiny beach. It's between some cliffs, with crystal clear water and a few shady trees. I put my towel under one of these trees and took off all my clothes. I apply cream all over my body, and feel that my belly is harder than normal, and a little lower. I guess it will be normal at 38 weeks, I should be going into labor any minute now. Today will be my last visit to the beach, as a precaution I will stay home until after delivery.
As soon as I lay down I fell asleep. The temperature is so pleasant and the sound of the waves has made me fall asleep. It must have been a couple of hours since I arrived when I woke up again. My baby has started to move more than usual. I feel intermittent pressure. I'm guessing Braxton Hicks contractions.
I get up from the towel and head for the water. I'm going to swim for a while, which I'm sure will ease the pain and soothe my son. He's just like his father, big and very mobile, what a nine months he's given me. I am kidding, the best nine months of my life. Sam and I were going through a rough patch, and this baby came along to fill our lives with love...and sex. We've never fucked as much as we have these past few months. They say hormones make you horny, but I don't know if me or my husband has been hornier this time.
I swim for a while. I walk with my belly underwater, caressing the pronounced curve of my belly. This little guy doesn't want to settle down today, and the contractions are getting stronger. Am I going into labor? I should pack up my things and go home. I have to let Sam know he's going to be a daddy very soon.
I start to get out of the water with great difficulty. Every few steps a pain runs through my body and forces me to stop. When I get my breath back, I get going again. As soon as I get out of the water I feel something is wrong. The strongest contraction I have ever felt... and then a river of water pours into my crotch. No doubt about it, I'm in labor and this baby doesn't want to wait. I bring my hands to my belly as if trying to grab it from underneath and try to reach my towel. I'm finding it harder and harder to walk, my steps are more and more clumsy.
By the time I get to my towel I am so exhausted that all I can do is sit down and spread my legs. I convince myself that it will only take a few minutes to catch my breath and get back on the road to catch the car and go to a hospital. Another contraction and the pressure grows enormously in my hole. I let out a moan. It's coming, and I'm going to have it on the beach. This boy may be big like his dad, but he likes the beach like his daddy.
With my hand I feel my hole. I feel hair, it's the boy's head, it can't be, he's already here! The pain gets worse, I'm sweating and trembling. I moan non-stop and writhe in pain. A man who was with some children at the other end of the beach, and who I swear is also pregnant, approaches me and touches my belly. "Easy, breathe, I'm here to help you. Don't worry, everything will be fine. I've given birth twice...and in a couple of months I'll be giving birth to twins. I know how this goes. Relax, I'm going to help you deliver your little one", he tells me. His calm voice reassures me, I know I'm in good hands.
My legs spread wider and wider to make way for my son. Almost effortlessly, but with a great deal of pain, his head pops out. This child wants out and is not willing to waste a minute. I take a breath and start with the shoulders. More pain, screaming, sweat and fluids. I imagined giving birth to my son in a hospital, with my husband next to me and my body clean. How delusional.
The baby finally comes out and I wrap him in the T-shirt I brought to come to the beach. "Congratulations, you were very brave. You just had a beautiful and very big baby boy. Congratulations" the man says. I'm crying, my son is crying too. I sit down and rest my son on my flabby belly, it has lost the size it had after giving birth, but it is still swollen. It will be hard for me to lose all the kilos I have gained during these nine months of eating non-stop for two.
When we have calmed down a bit I grab my phone from my backpack and call Sam. "Hi my love. I'm at the beach and you won't believe it. Congratulations, you just became a daddy. This little guy didn't want to wait and he's born now, can you come pick us up? I love you".
I have never been so happy in my life. I am in tears with emotion. I breastfeed my baby while I wait for Sam to arrive. I see the man who helped me playing with his two children on the shore with a huge belly of twins. He smiles at me when he sees me breastfeeding my baby. Now I know, I want a big family like his.
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thirlina · 2 years
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gladiators in Rome colosseum
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knk84 · 1 month
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If you manage to pop overdue me daddy will you stop? Or will you continue to plug on me even with the baby close to seeing the world with you pushing it back a little till you finish. God what a night that could be ;))
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bambimelly · 1 year
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Did you do this to me?
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morphed-men · 1 day
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Despite many worries, pregnant pilots seem taking well the jobs. As many flights can keep going on during the shortage period, the image of pregnant pilots and flights attendants walking through the airport terminal aisle is not a strange thing anymore.
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andrewmpreg · 6 months
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Garett Nolan
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mpregonthebrain · 24 days
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Jason Momoa would look so good knocked up 🥵
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earth2mpregverse · 26 days
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Colton Haynes
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amalepregnancyworld · 9 months
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mpregandproud · 1 year
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Isaac (Part 8)
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Week 38 passed, week 40 passed and week 42 arrived. They said that multiple pregnancy ended earlier, but there I was, 336 pounds and so fat I could barely move from my bed. I kept getting up to pee. Food was brought to me in bed by Isaac, breakfast, lunch and dinner, and any craving I could think of. My tits had developed enough by now that I had been breastfeeding little Sandra for weeks. That little girl was growing as fast as my belly and boobs were growing. 
My belly didn't drop until I was 42 weeks along, and even then there was little sign that I was going into labor. My situation was desperate. I had enjoyed pregnancy like I had enjoyed nothing else in my entire life. It had been the best roller coaster I had ever ridden. Watching my body grow live inside and being able to grow three beautiful babies was incredible. Words can't explain what pregnancy feels like, my mother understood me, but I couldn't get Isaac to understand 100%.
But as I said, that pregnancy had to end. It was time for those children to come out of me. Walking was impossible in my state, so the only thing left was sex. Therefore, it was time for Isaac to pull out with his cock what he had put inside me. It was time to close the circle.
He put me on all fours and began to play with my hole, my penis and my testicles. It could be because of the advanced stage of gestation, but I felt that sex as the most incredible of my life. Isaac came hard inside me. I had never seen him so wild, so animalistic. He took his job of getting the little ones out of their father's belly very seriously. We cum dozens of times. The tremors in my body were increasing and I could feel my anus compressing Isaac's penis. The contractions began to be more numerous, until in the middle of my orgasm my water broke. The bed was soaked and what were separate contractions in time became intense and frequent.
"They're coming, Isaac, they're here," I told him between terrible pains. He cleaned me up a bit, fetched some blankets and towels and stroked my belly and back. He peeked into my hole and saw that it was very dilated already. "I've done a good job," he joked. In a normal situation I would have laughed at that kind of teasing, but at that moment I felt like a human being was about to come out of me.
The first of the kids was huge, or I don't know because I've never pushed a baby. His head was opening me up. He was making his own way. It took me 20 minutes to get him all the way out. The pain was enormous, but once it was out I could breathe easier. It was the first of the three I had inside, this was just the beginning.
I breastfed him until the second one started to come out too. This one was much easier. Between Isaac and our first son I had my birth canal perfectly prepared to make labor easier. Half an hour after the birth of Dylan, our first son, Nate was born.
The third baby wasn't waiting to come out, as soon as I delivered his brother he started to come out. His delivery was the easiest. But something wasn't right, as the baby I had just had was a boy, when it was supposed to be a girl. "It can't be a boy, the doctor said it was a girl!", I yelled to Isaac. "Honey, I don't think you're done yet, there are more babies inside your belly," Isaac said grabbing my belly which was still very swollen still. "You're doing phenomenal, you can handle three, four, five or however many to come," he said in my ear and then gave me a kiss.
As I regretfully feared, the fourth baby started to come out of me. It was the biggest of the ones I had delivered so far. I had a hard time getting his head and shoulders out. I was already very tired and the size of the baby didn't help either. Almost an hour after his brother Philip, Edward was born, yes, another boy. 
My belly had dropped considerably, but it still looked like that of someone in their ninth month of pregnancy with only one baby. "There's a fifth Isaac, it can't be," I said tearfully and exhausted. Isaac didn't say anything to me, he gave me a kiss and hugged me. "That's so many babies because our love is gigantic," he told me.
It took me half an hour to go into labor with Cristina, our fifth and last child. Hers was the easiest labor of all. After she was done I was able to lie on the bed and breastfeed the five precious babies I had just delivered. They all looked just like Isaac, with his gorgeous face, blonde hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen.
I was already the father of six babies, and five of them I had delivered myself. I looked around and saw Isaac with Sandra, Dylan and Nate in his arms, while I had Philip, Edward and Cristina. Six beautiful babies, the most perfect babies I have ever seen in my life. 
Will it continue?
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thirlina · 2 years
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