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The Horny Sea Horse - ~MPreg, Month-by-Month Progress Story
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This is my first time posting in Stories, and this is the first story like this I've ever written. Sorry if it's long and the title feels kind of generic. I think it's a fairly basic mpreg situation, but hopefully some unique flair to it. Anyway, let me know if you're into it! Part 2 is done, and Part 3 will be soon...

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The Horny Sea Horse

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BEFORE

My wife, Annie, and myself tried to get pregnant naturally for over a year. No luck with daily ovulation strips, cycle tracking, any of it. Finally, we went to unavoidably-dread-provoking doctors’ appointments to see if there was a issue with either of our reproductive systems. My sperm count was well within healthy limits, but, though she was producing eggs healthily, Annie’s uterus would be unable to carry a viable fetus. We were pretty crushed when the OB/GYN told us, and visibly so, I’m sure. “What about something experimental?” she had asked us, the care obvious in her voice. We said we’d try just about anything, and “experimental” didn’t scare us away after over a year of trying, especially considering our late-breaking unfortunate fertility news. She gave us a referral.

The “experimental” fertility specialist’s office was, in my initial response to it, bizarrely bereft of any pregnant women. I’d loved and been rather obsessed with pregnancy my whole life, and it was absolutely my fetish. So, when I entered a fertility doctor’s office and found no such eye candy (I’d more or less been trained to look for it after so many appointments), it was extremely noticeable. Secondly, I noticed a lot of overweight men, some accompanied by women, some not. Whatever, plenty of people are overweight, and maybe the fertility doctor had a specialty in sperm count improvement, right? Obesity lowers sperm count, I think? I easily wrote it all off as coincidence, because how the fuck could I have known what the appointment would bring?

They called us into one of the waiting rooms, and a nurse entered just after us. Annie asked if she needed to undress and put on a robe, but the nurse said, “that won’t be necessary.” The nurse then took vitals from me and not Annie, adding more to our confusion. Most of our appointments we’d been to recently involved my wife spending a lot of time in a hospital gown, usually having to expose quite a bit of herself in the process. They had never taken much interest in me, besides the semen I had released into their test cup the one time. So what the hell was going on? No intense physical examination of Annie’s parts, but something involving me this time? Annie and I had looked at each other with obvious confusion in our eyes while the nurse was in the room, but didn’t have time to process together before the doctor entered and relieved the nurse.

“Dr. Lucas,” he said upon entering, extending his hand first to me, then to Annie. “You two look perplexed!” he said, chuckling a bit to himself. “We do things a little bit differently, here, as you’ve certainly already noticed,” he went on. “Basically, we’ve become adept here, and at a few sister clinics, at providing synthetic uteri for folks struggling to conceive. You two, based on your charts, are perfectly physically capable of conception, it’s just that Annie would be unable to carry the baby to term. Not to worry! That’s where Jarred comes in!” I must’ve looked puzzled; Annie certainly did. “You’re a pretty healthy guy, which makes things relatively easy, and you’re likely to have a complication-free pregnancy.” Annie looked downright confused. “He’s healthy, so…I can easily carry a baby to term all the sudden?” she asked haltingly. “Nope!” Dr. Lucas replied cheerfully. “Jarred will be doing the carrying. I know this raises obvious questions, but that’s why we’re in the experimental category! We can surgically implant a synthetic uterus and a few nutrient-bringing pipes, for lack of a better layman’s term, in Jarred. Then, after a few months of hormone therapy, we’ll implant an embryo in the new uterus, and Jarred should have a very healthy pregnancy!” We were stunned, obviously, but Annie grabbed my hand, made meaningful eye contact with me, and we both nodded. “We’re in!” she said, smiling bigger than I’d seen in months.

I still had a few questions, though. “But…how, exactly, does this work? How have we not heard of it?” Dr. Lucas put his clipboard down. “Well, our success rate wasn’t great at first, and going public with our failures would’ve been a serious misstep, despite the fact that we could successfully get a man pregnant. Finally, just about a year ago now, we had our first successful male delivery…C-section, of course!” He must’ve seen the terror in my face as I’d suddenly started wondering exactly where the baby would come out of me. “Now, we’ve had dozens of successful pregnancies, and no serious issues in months. You may have noticed the men with bellies in the waiting room? Currently, I’ve got 32 pregnant male patients in my care.” My mind was pretty thoroughly blown by all this. I supposed this kind of thing could go unnoticed in the world, as I had written off his entire waiting room as just being overweight men, not noticing that most of the weight was being carried exactly where a pregnancy would put it. “Would you like to speak to another of my patients? That usually helps quite a bit at first,” Dr. Lucas offered. “Please!” I replied, hearing the desperation in my own voice.

Dr. Lucas returned a minute later with a man who, now that I knew to look for it, must have been 6 or 7 months pregnant, and not simply obese. “Hi!” the man said as he entered. He extended his hand: “Charlie, 30 weeks tomorrow,” he said, clearly proud. “Dr. Lucas imagines you may have a question or two for me?” He and the doctor both chuckled a bit. Old news for them, apparently, but we were still bowled over, to the point that neither of us could come up with a question for a solid 30 seconds. “May I touch your belly?” I asked, finally, though I don’t know what I imagined I could learn from it. “Sure thing!” he replied, instantly lifting his stretched-out t-shirt. He was a hirsute man, apparently, and thin black hair covered the entirety of his torso, including his perfectly round, stretch-mark free baby bump. I touched, pushing in a bit. Perfectly firm, exactly the same as the few pregnant ladies’ bellies I’d had the privilege to touch in my life. I felt the blood start going to my dick, my fetish suddenly revealing itself to hold a new bi-sexual aspect. Whatever, I thought, having never considered myself 100% straight anyway.

Annie touched Charlie’s bare belly next, looking at it in awe. “How do you feel?” she asked timidly, apparently also not able to come up with any of the thousands of more enlightening questions that might rightfully be asked in this bizarre situation. “Awkward, but great!” Charlie said. “Honestly, the pregnancy books for women…well, all pregnancy books, for that matter…well, they’ve been perfect for me. Everything’s exactly on the same schedule, same side effects as though I were a woman carrying a baby. Went through morning sickness in my first trimester, frankly horny as hell through my second, now enjoying the experience but wanting my body back in the third. The only substantial difference is I didn’t go for the breasts, so no milk is coming in, and my chest has only grown slightly. Nipples definitely darkened, though. No escaping that, apparently.” Dr. Lucas must’ve the seen the confusion on our faces at “didn’t go for the breasts,” so he stepped in again. “With the right hormones,” he said, “we can get milk to come in, and Jarred could breastfeed, if that appeals. I’d say I’ve gotten about 50/50 decisions on this, with a lot of couples opting to bottle-feed rather than have even more radical bodily changes.” I almost interrupted him with my simple statement, “I want the breasts.” Annie, Dr. Lucas, and Charlie all laughed. “Remember, they’re for the baby!” Dr. Lucas kiddingly reprimanded. I wanted the full experience, I had instantaneously realized. Tits included.

I started the hormones immediately following the initial appointment with Dr. Lucas. It would take three months of therapy before we could safely put in the synthetic uterus (and assorted baby-making piping). It was…intense. Annie had been slightly jealous of my taking over the pregnancy she’d always imagined for herself, but some of my mood swings and unexpected bodily changes made her quickly grateful that it was me and not her. Especially since I found just about every change, even when objectively unpleasant, pretty damn sexy. The process of becoming pregnant was, unsurprisingly for someone with a pregnancy fetish, pretty fucking sexy from start to finish for me.

Unlike Charlie, I am not a hirsute man, so as soon as the bodily changes came from the hormones (emergence of breasts most notably), my torso could easily have passed for a woman’s. My face, too, seemed to take on a more feminine, almost softened aspect, and I found I couldn’t grow facial hair even if I’d wanted to. I only had to shave about once every 10 days, and even then it was just stubble that had become barely noticeable. For those few months, with the breasts being the only readily apparent difference between me and typical men, I frequently wore a tightly-wrapped piece of soft linen around my chest. I didn’t feel ready for the attention that I may well be in for once I had a baby bump along with the new tits, and my modest, A-cup rack (relatively small pre-milk, at least!) was easy enough to hide.

Around the house, though, Annie found my new parts more than a little intriguing, and I’d frequently roam the house wearing nothing but boxer shorts. She’d rub on my nipples, gently squeezing now and then, and I would get an erection the likes of which I had never experienced. It was a new pair of tits in our relationship that I could touch, see, and feel. Goddamn, the feelings! I had never had much sensitivity in my nipples, but I was now massively turned on by as little as a t-shirt lightly brushing against them. It was wholly new and very welcome, easily making up for the slight soreness of growing a female-esque rack over the course of a few weeks. Gripping a tit with one hand while masturbating furiously with the other became a very frequent habit, especially as Annie couldn’t quite keep up with how horny I’d become. It was the hormones to some extent, at least according to Dr. Lucas, but also just how novel it was to have my own pair of tits. And, of course, the impending pregnancy…

The 3-month intensive hormone therapy went by, and I went in for the truly major surgery of having a uterus inserted (and various pipes connected correctly, of courss). I wasn’t nervous before I went under anesthesia, but elated. I was really about to have my own womb, and every step of the process got me closer to a fantasy I had never had reason to even entertain. Recovery wasn’t the easiest in the world, especially as I had to refrain from too strenuous of physical activity (i.e. fucking & masturbating) in order to keep my stomach stitches from bursting. The scar was exactly where C-section scars usually are, though slightly larger, as a bit more of my insides had to be accessible for the piping hook-ups. They’d re-open the same wound when it was time to deliver the baby, which Dr. Lucas assured me would make the whole thing a little easier. Just the one incision to deal with sounded pretty good to me, especially compared to when my imagination had immediately gone to pushing a newborn out of my urethra. Placing my hands just under my navel afterwards, I couldn’t even feel the synthetic uterus under my skin. Scientific miracles were just piling up.

They did make another tiny incision a month after my first surgery, though, just below the C-section one, in order to implant the embryo. It was safe, at that point, as my body had successfully accepted the uterus, and all my physical functions had returned to normal (corrected for some hormonal feminization, of course). We knew Dr. Lucas had had success in combining our respective eggs and sperm we gave him just before starting the hormone therapy, and several embryos had been frozen, awaiting my readiness. I was ready at the expected point, about four months after our first appointment with Dr. Lucas, and the first attempt at implanting the embryo was a success.

I was fucking PREGNANT.

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MONTH 1

Let's get the negative stuff out of the way: I'm tired as hell almost all the time, and the smell and/or sight of certain foods make me nauseous/sometimes vomit. I can hardly type the word "egg" without gagging, never mind seeing Annie cooking or eating them. I've been napping a lot due to the fatigue, though most of my naps have started involuntarily, which is not my ideal. 

Apart from those relatively mild issues, though, things are pretty great. The most notable changes thus far, I'd say, are to my nipples and areolas. My nipples were getting sensitive before, but it's at a different level now. Sometimes it's even uncomfortable to play with them, though I've only really let that stop my activities once or twice. They've gotten a lot darker, too, from barely being distinguishable from the skin around them to a deeper red/pink (I'm a light-haired man, so I'm dealing in reds rather than browns). My areolas are only slightly lighter than my nips, and they've at least doubled in diameter (to two or three inches, I'd say). I'm still getting a kick out of having real tits to begin with, and these vibrant visual improvements are very, very welcome. I'm extremely attracted to them despite them being mine (technically: they still don't truly feel like a part of me, in a sorta fun way), and I hardly know what to do with my sexual energy revolving around them. Annie gave me a handjob the other day (easiest/quickest way to satisfy me much of the time), and I requested she rub my cum over my tits when I finished. She was game, and even thought it was hot. I was left slightly sexually confused. It was a completely new impulse for me, and I'm still kind of working through the novel horny feelings...

Generally, horny feelings abound. I find the plain fact of being pregnant incredibly erotic. Even the "negative" parts have a sexual upside: I got so worked up during one nauseous spell that I ended up jerking off kneeling in front of the toilet in between gagging fits, just because I could apply the term "morning sickness" to myself. 

I'm pregnant. I, a man with a deep-seated, life-long pregnancy fetish, am pregnant. So every damn part of the experience is amazing, and most are highly exciting. It's way too early to worry about stretch marks (which I'm sure will get me off if I get them, anyway!), but I've begun moisturizing nonetheless. I've got baby oil, shea butter, coconut oil...all sorts of things in the rotation. I massage (or, if I'm lucky, Annie massages) the moisturizers into the area directly below my navel in particular, but I always end up coating more or less my entire torso. I must spend at least an hour a day rubbing and/or getting rubbed (not counting dick rubbing, of course... that'd add a few more hours daily!), and, again, I'm not even going to start showing for a few more months. 

Ok, I need to go jerk off for the fourth (maybe 5th?) time today...


MONTH 2

This'll be my most complain-y post of my pregnancy, I hope (and expect - things are supposed to get a bit easier soon!). My damn legs ache for no reason, which, upon researching the matter, is totally typical two-months pregnant stuff. I'd never heard of this particular symptom, though, so the horny associations with pregnancy aren't clicking for me. 

Much like this month's even more pronounced fatigue, it's hard to find the erotic element in my legs' discomfort. Additionally, I'd say I'm 100% into morning sickness territory now, with routine puking and inescapable smell/sight aversions to certain foods. When I'm actively puking, it's much more difficult to work up the boner and jerk it at the toilet. Even pregnancy can't make vomit erotic for me, which means, luckily, I will never find vomit erotic. Sorry, weird tangent. 

The more I think, the more side effects come to mind, so I'll stop considering after just briefly mentioning my nipples. They're way too sensitive now, and I can barely touch them at all with masturbatory intent. It's frustrating, as tightly gripping my tits quickly became my jerk-off go-to. Honestly, though, I've barely felt up to jerking it more than once or twice a day for the past few weeks. Those are pre-pregnancy numbers, which is just depressing. 

If not really erotic at the moment, my pregnancy remains utterly fascinating to me. I learned today that my uterus has already doubled in size, now approximating a tangerine. Even with it being synthetic in its way, I can't fucking believe this all is happening inside of me. I feel reverent toward my body, which is strange and great simultaneously. Huge, massive, towering respect for women repeatedly going through this. It's amazing, but way too difficult to be taken for granted, as seems to happen all too often. 

Interesting but tough month; more excitement incoming! 


MONTH 3

I'm FEELING pregnant!!! I realized a few days ago that it had stopped feeling as abstract as it had at the start of my pregnancy. I was way into the darkened nipples and premature moisturization, but the pregnancy was a bit theoretical feeling. I realized this the first morning I could feel a new firmness in my lower stomach, right where the uterus was placed. PREGNANCY!!! This is just straight-up pregnant stuff, not a side effect, but a sign of the real fucking thing itself. This is all really and truly happening.

In addition to the newly-firm belly I can't keep my goddamn hands off (and I can easily cum directly on!), my waist has most definitely thickened. I've always been pretty thin, so I'm really noticing this change, however minor it’s been thus far. I've taken to more sweatpants than jeans, as zippers and buttons quickly became unfriendly to me. I'm slightly worried about the clothing options going forward. No maternity sections for men, after all. I guess loose, oversized t-shirts will probably suffice to cover the bump, maybe just showing off a tiny bit of underbelly cleavage, particularly in public, for fellow pregnancy enthusiasts' and my own exhibitionist self's gratification. As long as my waist doesn't balloon to ridiculous sizes, I should be ok with loose bottoms pulled up to just below my drooping belly. I'm getting way ahead of myself with that "drooping" description, but I'm also getting way horny, so I'll keep that particular word in mind for later...

The waist, in addition to the firm uterus, feels like I'm just a teensy bit away from showing, which makes me pretty much want to explode with semen. That might be a bit of a gross explanation, but the anticipation makes me feel like it's going to be momentous, and momentously erotic. I've still been going out in public with my tits ~hidden (getting harder now, as they’re definitely growing). I'm waiting to make my publicly-engorged debut once I can show off a real bump. 

It. Will. Be. Glorious. I imagine myself approaching every single person whose eyes linger on my midsection, grabbing their hands, shouting "Touch!" as I place their palms to my belly. Obviously exaggerated, but I can absolutely imagine striking up conversations with strangers. I guess that'll require more exposition than most female pregnancies, the story of which is near-universally "a guy came inside me." Maybe I should roughly prepare how I'll explain myself. As a sort of medically-experimental surrogate? However I go about it, there are bound to be follow-up questions, and probably a follow-up me-jerking-off-in-the-bathroom. I was always intensely excited considering accompanying a pregnant Annie in public, but I'm somehow even more turned on with it being me. I cannot fucking wait till I’m showing.

In more present matters, I've passed the 10-week mark, which means most of my baby's (“My baby”! Holy shit!) critical development is done. That calls for a huge sigh of relief from me! I haven't been stressed out thus far, really (horny is overwhelming most things), but this does make me feel pretty great and optimistic. I'll obviously still keep healthy and be very careful, but it's nice to know the highest stakes part of the pregnancy is over. This is usually the time in one's gestation when you start telling people you're pregnant, as the danger of miscarriage drops way down. I don't know how we're going to approach the "telling friends and family" part yet...but I'm still not showing, so I think we can put it aside for the moment.

Presently, morning sickness is lingering, but it's vastly better than last month, and very rarely leads to actual vomiting. I've also been getting winded extremely easily, which apparently has to do with increased blood volume due to my growing fetus. 

At this point in a pregnancy, the books say, your uterus is supposed to gain a little distance from your bladder, making frequent urination a bit less of an issue. They must have placed my uterus a little differently in relation to my bladder, I think, as frequent urination is a symptom I did not experience. Frankly, I wish I had, because it's not so much disgusting (like the puke) as sort of sexily unwieldy (like my eventual, sure-to-be-exaggerated waddle). 

With my thin frame, I wouldn't be surprised if I was showing within just a few weeks. Increased firmness and waist inches are great, but the more visible changes they directly lead to is mind-blowing to think about. Also, I've either become rather inured to the nipple sensitivity or it has lessened, as I'm back to a pretty furious sex drive (including much of the aforementioned cumming directly on my firm pre-bump!). 

If the smaller changes have gotten me this worked up, I can hardly even imagine actually showing. I might not get to show off in public as much as I'd like, as I may just spend all of every single day laying naked in bed, reaching clumsily over my giant belly to grab and stroke myself to completion. Dear god am I excited...


MONTH 4

Before my usual horny ranting and raving, I realize I've hardly mentioned the wonderful Annie in all this! Overall, I'd say she's a bit disappointed to miss out on the pregnancy adventure she'd imagined for herself, but seriously grateful to me and relieved about not having to personally deal with the majority of the symptoms. She doesn't share my pregnancy fetish, but she's usually game for even slightly reasonable requests (again, rubbing my cum on my tits, etc.). I think she likes the changes to my body so far, as, for example, my thickening waist has given me something of an ass to speak of for the first time in my life. Also, she's bi-, so the tits are a huge draw, especially as they've been growing more noticeably and getting darker and darker at the nipples and areolas. I love when she sucks my nipples, and can't fucking wait for my milk to come in to spice up that particular activity...

My principle concern in relating to Annie sexually during my pregnancy is that she'll be put off or feel left out at how hot I'm finding myself. She has seemed a bit annoyed a few times when I've resorted to masturbation without even seeing if she wanted to get amorous, occasionally leaving her horny and unfulfilled. I can always go again, though, as I've told her. 

I don't know if it's hormonal or just a result of my intense and constant horniness, but my refractory period seems to have shrunk considerably. I still can't really cum back-to-back (I need 7-10 minutes to be able to orgasm again, which I'm pretty sure is considerably reduced from my pre-pregnancy stats), but I'm horny instantly after I've cum. This allows for rubbing my cum into my belly without that post-orgasm disgust with "dirty" things that used to inevitably arrive. I'd love the idea of doing something fun with my ejaculate during masturbation, but once I did cum, I'd be grossed out by that kind of idea, and not go through with it. Not so, now! Instantly horny again, even if I have to wait 7-10 to head towards completion again. 

I’m very happy to have discussed Annie and my refractory period on here, but I’m afraid I’ve severely buried the lede, because…

I’M SHOWING!!!!!!

It’s strange, because, at least since I noticed the abdominal firmness, I’ve been scrutinizing my profile daily, looking for the slightest hint. Then, suddenly, last Friday, I noticed it. Maybe I had to memorize the way I looked before in order to register the change? I don’t know. It seems weird that one day you can say you’re not showing (with ample investigation conducted), and the next you clearly are. As soon as I noticed it, I rushed elatedly (and topless) to Annie, of course, who spun me 90 degrees to one side, evaluated my profile, and said, “Yep, you’re showing!” Goddamn, does this feel amazing. It’s still only visible to the highly-trained eye, of course. Annie and I can tell, but I can’t imagine getting even a second glimpse from family and friends, never mind people who’ve never seen my skinny ass before.

And my ass must be glowing, too. I feel incredible. Fucking powerful, incredibly womanly in the best way, even hornier than before (so, lifetime high: sorry, 14-year-old me!). I feel like I’ve really embraced the femininity angle. I don’t feel even a little bit threatened by it as a man, maybe because my masculinity has never felt even close to as awesome as this does. Maybe one could feel defensive of their gender when the womanly takes control so fully, but I’m just fucking grateful to have this crazily extraordinary experience. In our semi-secrecy around the pregnancy and the fact that I’m within the first 100 or so pregnant men, the whole thing makes me feel like a pioneer. Hormones and a slight cum build-up may be talking here, but I really do feel like a fucking superhero. It’s just a slight mound protruding a centimeter or so from just under my navel, but it’s the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me. And it will probably be topped tomorrow, the next day at the latest. Pregnancy fucking rules.

Just to reiterate a point I feel I’ve made a few times, but always bears repeating, and now a slight tweak: I can jizz on my own bump. And oh boy, do I take advantage of this! Annie is taken with my bump, too, but keeps calling it “cute,” and doesn’t seem to find it particularly sexy. It is legitimately “cute,” so I can’t really fault her. To me, though, it’s a concrete representation of what’s to come over the next 5 months or so, most or all of which I’m intensely excited about. Yes, it’s only just visible today, but if it changes overnight into something noticeable, I’m going to have a constantly evolving/improving physique. Energy levels feel like they’ve returned to normal, but also like they’re higher than they’ve ever been, because of how damned excited I am all the time (my jerk-off numbers are back to looking more than respectable…). I’m absolutely loving this journey, and the huge-bellied months I’ve primarily been obsessed with for my whole life have yet to arrive…

Symptom-wise, nausea seems to be gone completely (woo, second trimester!), and my appetite has not just returned to normal, but really ballooned…as I think I might. I love the fact that my body is growing so much, I feel like I might as well put a little meat on my bony frame in addition to the pregnancy-instigated engorgements. I’ve definitely continued growing in the waist (jeggings look a bit odd on a man, but damn are they comfortable) and tits (B-cup as of last week, and the linen-wrapping solution is no longer viable). I think I’ve noticed just a tiny bit of meat on my upper arms and thighs. It seems like the extra fat is going into parts of the body that are typical for women, I’d guess due to the hormones that have functionally turned me into one. It’s kind of a shame, because if I was noticeably gaining weight as a typical male, a lot would be going to my gut, which is exactly what I desperately crave from my body right now. I LOVE big, soft bellies on BBW women. That’s probably my favorite hyper-specific porn sweet spot, but it’s almost certainly not how I’m going to develop. Oh well. There’s a vast rainbow of incredible gravid physiques, and I remain thrilled that I’ll get to experience even one of them. Babies run big in both Annie and my families, too, so I’m expecting to get seriously large, bump-wise. With how skinny I am, I might just be in for the old “basketball in front, nothing from behind” model. Whatever shape it’s going to be, thus far this may be the most thoroughly moisturized bump in human history.


MONTH 5

Again, allow me to get some new symptom-related complaining out of the way before I rant about my horniness and surging maternal power. First of all, hot flashes?! Really? Strange that the primary symptom of menopause is also found during pregnancy; I guess the two must have some hormones in common, but this one really felt like it struck out of nowhere. I usually run pretty hot, so it doesn’t feel like a completely new sensation, but it is more intense, at least for a few minutes, than other instances of simply “being hot” tend to be for me. Like the sore legs a few months ago, I have no association with hot flashes and pregnancy, so it’s an annoying inconvenience that doesn’t get me hard …yet. Maybe I can form the erotic connection if it keeps happening…

I also have some skin irritation around my waist, where, despite copious moisturizing, the faint beginnings of stretch marks are starting to show. The battle with stretch marks is very, very much ingrained in my head as one of the many sexy inconveniences and losses of bodily autonomy that pregnant women go through. So, it’s sexy as all hell. My ideal pregnant form may be stretch mark free, if you demanded I make the call, but I really love visibly stretched-out bellies, too. Similarly expected, my ankles and feet are swelling - another classic symptom!!! These things that make me feel more pregnant, even if mildly to moderately annoying or uncomfortable, are huge, huge turn-ons. I don’t know exactly what thoughts allow one to masturbate to fine lines on the sides of his abdomen and the fact that his shoes don’t fit, but goddamn it if I haven’t done it (and will absolutely continue).

Last week was my 20th, putting me halfway through the pregnancy. What’s to come is certainly exciting (probably more so than what I’ve experienced thus far, even), but the fact that I know this experience is half-over makes me sad. When I have time to feel sad. Which is when I’m not overtaken with sexual energy. Which is next to never. Fleeting moments of sadness are pretty easy when sandwiched between fucking your wife and jerking off like a maniac, so I feel pretty lucky.

Speaking of fucking the wife, Annie has gotten A LOT more into my pregnant form. At this point, my belly protrudes into a rather flat surface, just sticking out an inch or two from where my belly’d usually rest. It goes smoothly from an inch or so under my tits to an inch or so above my pubic area, gently curving away from and back into my body. And it’s so very, very firm…I fucking love it!  I have my hands on it just about all day, and the amount of lotions and such I’ve applied at this point could probably help several hundred needy, dry-skinned people. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about those people at the moment, though, because I’m very much showing, and my wife is very much into it. Annie usually loves doggy-style, which has become a little hard for me with the protruding abdomen, and also involves her facing away from me (i.e., not seeing the bump). She likes climbing on top of my cock, too, but that still doesn’t let her fully enjoy my contours. So, with more creative and acrobatic options pretty solidly off the table, we’ve been doing mostly missionary. Her hands rarely leave my belly as I pound her as hard as I can without crushing my bump. I usually cum inside her, and sometimes she takes some of the semen from her pussy and rubs it into my bump as I’m catching my breath post-orgasm (still easily winded!). With the amount of jerking off I’m doing and Annie frequently chipping in with a little semen rub, my own ejaculate may be the single most-used product on my belly. I should look up if it’s a moisturizer or not…

With the belly pretty solidly out there and the tits having become un-hideable, this month has seen the public debut of my condition. I was pretty nervous to go out at first, despite my exhibitionist fantasies about interactions with gawking strangers. I wore a very loose sweatshirt the first few times I went out visibly pregnant, which very easily hid my state, especially with my self-consciousness compelling me to constantly keep my hands in my pockets, pulling the sweatshirt away from my engorged stomach and tits, making it pretty impossible for anyone to see my actual shape. After a few trips nervously walking around in public like this, as if I were guilty of some sort of crime that needed to be hidden at all costs, I finally got up the nerve to say fuck it, and wore one of my pre-maternity collared t-shirts and jeggings on an excursion to our preferred grocery store. I definitely got some long, hard looks, but rather than seeming curious and amiable, people’s faces looked sort of freaked out, as if engaging with me was the last thing they would ever think to do. A toddler ran up and pointed at my stomach at one point, yelling to his mother “Baby! Baby!” as he did so. His mother quickly apologized to me, grabbed the kid, and dashed for another aisle. Whatever I am to these prying eyes, it’s apparently unnatural. A pregnant woman is probably what I look most like, but I still have enough masculinity in some of my non-engorged features to read as male (male clothing, as well), and this disconnect (understandably) freaks people out. I talk to Annie about possibly trying to pass as female, and I can see a glint of disappointment in her eyes immediately. “Fuck it,” I said without her saying a word back to me. Her eyes were right. The problem was theirs, not mine. I was something new, but not something freakish. I still feel as though I’m deserving of wonder and honor (and a little something sexy…), not disgust and panic. I’d persevere, and I’d eventually find strangers that wanted to rub my belly, damn it!

I did have a few people besides Annie rub my belly this month, though…because we announced our pregnancy to close family and a few friends (!!!), and even did the requisite visiting after such big news. Annie was on the phone with her parents for about an hour explaining exactly what she meant when she’d said “we’re pregnant,” and assuring them that everything was super healthy, and while “experimental” might be a slightly alarming word, whatever “experiment” you might call this was thus far a rousing success. Rather than gingerly tip-toeing my way into it (not to denigrate Annie’s methods; to each her own), I called my mother and said “I’m pregnant.” She immediately said, “Annie, you mean? You guys are pregnant.” I responded bluntly, “No, I’m the pregnant one. Showing and everything. Can we come over?” They lived about an hour away, and it was good to be able to get there just after breaking the news (and letting them digest it at least slightly) and reassure them that everything was as normal as the situation could possibly muster. Embarrassingly, in inviting my mother to touch my belly, I lifted waaaayyyy too much of my t-shirt, exposing my bra-less tits. I hadn’t had to lift my shirt or be careful about this with anyone prior to this, so my instinct to raise my shirt to a typical, socially acceptable male level kind of took over. I quickly covered my entire torso, and apologized. “Nice tits,” my dad quipped from his recliner, and we all laughed for a good long while. God bless that man! He was very happy for us, too.

Telling Annie’s best friend, Rachel, was my favorite, though. Rachel is herself 8 months pregnant with her first, and we thought it might be fun to surprise her with my bump. Annie called and said we wanted to be sure to see her as much as possible before the baby, to get in more of those precious pre-child friend moments, or some such. We knocked on her door, Annie immediately gestured toward Rachel’s huge, round, sundress-clad bump, and went in for a big hug. They embraced for a few seconds, but Rachel saw me over Annie’s shoulder, wearing just my t-shirt and jeggings. “What the fuck?!” was her timeless response. She then looked between my and Annie’s eyes a few times, Annie nodded enthusiastically at her, and she grabbed us both, pulling us in as close to her as her massive bump (and my more modest one!) would allow. It turned out that she’d actually heard about the male-impregnating experimental clinics during her time in nursing school. It was incredibly refreshing not to have to go into the nitty-gritty details, and just talk excitedly with someone about the pregnancy. We rubbed each other’s bellies copiously, and generally had the best bonding time I’d ever had with my wife’s bestie. That 8 month belly of hers was absolutely killer: I had to have Annie drive home so that I could jerk-off…repeatedly.

Anyway, I almost forgot the most exciting thing of the past month: BABY MOVEMENT!!! Man, do I wish I could record exactly what it feels like verbally. The closest comparison I have is being gassy, and feeling the gases move around in your abdomen. Other than that, I can’t think of any internal movements that are even marginally similar. Gas is hardly comparable either, really, largely due not to its feeling different, but to the different connotations of the two. Gas means your stomach is upset, which isn’t fun for most people. Baby movement means your fostering life within your womb, participating in, creating, and becoming one of nature’s miracles. I’ve looked truly pregnant for a little while now, but this is such a tangible change; it feels totally different. The reality of impending parenthood is weighing on me a bit, honestly. But that’s not what this journal is for. It’s for the pregnancy. The movements feel amazing and make me feel great, even when there’s a kick (I think?) to an internal organ. Annie LOVES feeling the movement, rubbing on my bare belly for hours on end waiting for the movement, and searching for visual signs of it, which I think won’t come until the baby’s a bit bigger, but I’m glad Annie is so into it and has something to look forward to! We talked about the feelings we got from the baby movement, and she agreed that it made a more concrete impression on her that we are about to be parents. Impending parenthood mentally put aside, I’ll continue focusing one day at a time on this amazing gestational experience.


MONTH 6

Third trimester, woo! The books generally say you spend your 1st sick and nervous, 2nd energetic and horny, and 3rd unwieldy and uncomfortable. I think I've roughly followed this, with horniness being constantly in play, if not consistently persistent, throughout all 3 trimesters. It seems like discomfort is supposed to supplant the ravenous sex drive, but that can hardly come to pass when your unwieldiness and discomfort turn you on to no end. I think it's going to be a beautiful final act...

Everything is amazing right now, including the tougher parts that seem to taint the pregnant experience for the less sexually-motivated expectant mother (or father!). My lower back and legs are sore nearly all the time due to the strain of carrying my ever-growing bump and seriously enlarging tits (more on that shortly...) Orgasms remain a pregnancy-safe painkiller, though, and I continue to have my share of those! I love the strained muscle feelings in my back and legs almost as much as I love staying off my feet as much as possible (Dr. Jacob's suggestion). I feel SO unwieldy when I keep still and supine for hours on end. Annie pampers me with food, belly rubs, hand-jobs, blow-jobs, and the occasional cowgirl-style fuck when she's in the mood. 

I'm ALWAYS in the mood... still! I wish I could somehow know the volume of cum I've rubbed on my bump during my pregnancy. It's gotta be close to a gallon at this point, and with several months and a still expanding belly still to moisturize! Feeling helpless, laying down by doctor's suggestion makes me hot as hell, but so does my (already!) rather uncomfortable time standing and moving about. Every twinge of pain in my back or any part of my legs reminds me instantly of all the (sexy) weight I'm putting on, and how ungainly and out-of-my-control my body is. It feels like the process of gestation has taken over pretty much my whole body at this point, and I can hardly contain how ecstatic that makes me! My body, even though not originally intended for childbearing, knows exactly what to do, and I'm just along for the amazing, ever-shifting ride. 

One body part I feel I've very recently lost most of my control over is my tits. Sure, I'd only had any tits to speak of since a few months before we conceived. But... wait for it... MY MILK HAS COME IN!!! Started to, anyway, with my breasts becoming seriously engorged, going up to a C-cup basically overnight. They feel absolutely amazing: tight, firm, round, and ever so heavy in my hands. Heavy enough to hang down and just slightly rest on top of my growing belly, a fertility goddess-type physiology that is only getting more pronounced and sexier. Annie likes to suck on them even more now that they're producing life-sustaining food. When we fuck in our modified-for-bump missionary position, I do my best to lean over and let her suck away while I'm inside of her. My belly is very much in the way of my leaning over, though, so she only gets to suckle for a few seconds before I have to straighten up my torso again. Entirely worth it, especially given that her sex drive is finally growing (not quite equal to mine, but my j/o numbers are up around 10/day, and she has other, non-sexual business filling most of her days!).

The expected pregnancy hormone-boosted hair has arrived, too! Ordinarily I keep my hair pretty short, but I had been growing it out so I could occasionally pass as just another pregnant lady if I felt like it. It's still fairly short by female standards, but it's more than long enough to show off its lustrous new sheen. A harmless, quirky hormonal bonus, making me slightly more beautiful than I already felt! And horny. Always, always horny. 

My uterus is supposed to be about the size of a soccer ball at this point, though I'd say my bump is significantly bigger than that. It's rounded out substantially in the last few weeks, now having a sort of tear-drop shape, with the gentle curve under the tits remaining, but a little lower the bump now protrudes much farther and more ball-shaped, sharply curving back into my pubic region. I'm carrying a little low (based solely on my experience looking at pregnant ladies online), which makes me extra excited for the baby to actually drop, as that should be quite the low-hanging, uncomfortably heavy globe! 


MONTH 7

Fatigue has settled back in, but the excitement I feel constantly from my engorged body keeps me from sleeping nearly as much as I did in my first trimester. 

[side note: Writing something like "my first trimester" still excites and amazes the shit out of me, and I still can't quite believe it's all real. So much has changed in the last few months, it can be hard to hold on to how fucking incredible this never-could-have-imagined experience is. I remind myself frequently to be grateful, and I am as grateful for this opportunity as I've ever been about anything in my life.]

My belly continues to grow, of course. The growth has been mostly further out, rounder, and generally wider over the past few weeks. I thought I'd end up with the frequently seen "basketball belly" in front, and not reading as pregnant from behind. My bump has already outgrown my hips in diameter, though, becoming clearly visible protruding from both sides of my torso when viewed from behind. It's getting firmer, too, in part because the baby is taking up more and more of the space in my abdomen. 

It's gotten significantly tighter in tiny bursts, as well; Braxton Hicks contractions have started! I was really looking forward to this, and it truly hasn't disappointed. It's not painful, exactly, just more of a torso-wide pressure. It would probably become painful if it lasted longer, but they rarely go on over a minute. Everything contracts, as the name implies, and my bump becomes harder than a basketball, all the unoccupied space in your belly giving way to a slightly more compact and seriously tighter bump. I wish they lasted longer, even if they did become painful. They're not even long enough to masturbate during! And believe me, I have tried. I've twice (so far) kept myself erect for significant periods of time, waiting for the Braxton Hicks to hit before I really go for the orgasm. One hand on my ridiculously hard and ridiculously sexy belly, one furiously pumping my cock... I haven't been quite fast enough, and the contractions still throw me for a bit of a loop with their novelty and intensity. The pursuit of this particular orgasm will continue, that's for damn sure. 

The baby's full-on kicking now, too. The feeling inside me is amazing (and, again, pretty much indescribable... sorry...)! And, luckily for Annie especially, the motion is frequently quite noticeable on my bare bump. I lay nude in bed for hours, with Annie pressing on different areas of my belly to try to provoke a response. I'm not sure she's more successful than random chance would be, but my bump's getting more attention, and no variant of that is bad from my point of view. The kicking does occasionally keep me up at night, which tends to frustrate me only for as long as it takes me to remember to take the opportunity to jerk-off (or, very little annoyed time at all!).

All the aches, pains, awkwardness, and unwieldiness I've mentioned in past months are still present, and have grown in intensity as my bump has grown in size. Not too surprising, as I never stop being pregnant to give my legs a break, but rather continue to get more and more pregnant! Of course the symptoms worsen. Aaaaaand become even more sexy. Everything tires me, and,  therefore, everything turns me on. I was very much looking forward to the awkwardness of the 3rd trimester, though the pending discomfort did get me a bit nervous. I'm certainly not out of it yet (and it'll get "worse" going forward), but I've found myself up to the challenge thus far, still feeling much more sexual desire than frustration with my hijacked body. It may be a bit masochistic, which is a mode I've never really explored before, but my horniness is indeed keeping pace with my discomfort. 

Speaking of ever-growing horniness, I've recently been cruising our local mall, hoping for some kind of interaction with a stranger or strangers. I discussed my endeavor first with Annie, of course, and the ground rules we put down basically consisted of "no penetrative sex." She truly wouldn't mind (I made sure about 40 times) if I did any other activities with unknown third parties in order to help sate my pregnant appetites. I acclimate myself to the mall's goings-on with my hair down, definitely able to pass for a somewhat masculinely-dressed, run-of-the-mill pregnant lady. Once I'm a bit more comfortable, I sort of tuck the hanging hair into a baseball cap, and must appear as either a pregnant-looking man, or possibly a pregnant lesbian. I wasn't delusional enough to think someone would see me like this and think, “Oh, pregnant men exist now. Cool!" I did know I had the potential to draw someone in, though, because I would've been majorly turned on by a pregnant man myself (and am turned on by own pregnancy, as you’re well aware).

Thursday, I walked the mall's length three times with my baseball cap on, garnering my share of awkward stares from strangers. No one was looking at me with the interest/desire I was looking for. Eventually, I bought a bottle of water and took a seat in the food court off to the side, as the confused looks I was collecting were starting to get to me a bit. I'm very much a pregnant exhibitionist, sure, but I apparently really needed some positive attention for it to feel all right. Suddenly, someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around, and a twenty-something, well-dressed man asked bluntly, "So you're into mpreg?" I had encountered mpreg (male pregnancy, frequently in a fantastical or unrealistic setting) plenty in my internet time with my pregnancy fetish, and I was very glad I knew what he was talking about. "You have no idea," I responded as I began to tell him my story. 

"Let's go to the bathroom," he said once he understood the whole deal, and had spent several minutes gently caressing my bump under the table. We found a handicap bathroom in the nearest department store, made sure no one would see us, and entered together, locking the door behind us. "Take off your clothes," he commanded. "Keep the bra, I can't stand tits." I oblige him, and seat my naked self on the toilet. He got nude as well, and came over to me with his cock already half- erect. Mine was very much fully erect, but not currently visible below my seriously large belly. He stood next to me, bending over slightly to vigorously rub my belly. I timidly took his dick in my hand, beginning to pump slowly: the first HJ I’ve ever given! I liked the belly rub, and I liked the dick in my hand. Maybe I'm bi-, after all! After pumping his dick a few dozen times, I built up the nerve to take him in my mouth. I blew him for only about a minute (beginner's luck??) before I felt him start to spasm in orgasm. I quickly took his cock out of my mouth, jerking the cum straight onto my belly as he continued to rub, coating my entire bump in his cum. That was pretty much it; we re-clothed, carefully exited the bathroom separately, and never saw each other again. I'd never been with a man before. It was lovely, honestly. Even without names.


MONTH 8

A symptom got less intense! I didn't anticipate that on any fronts. Turns out the baby can't fully somersault in my womb, as she's (yes, we’re having a girl!) gotten too big to move around that much in the limited space of my abdominal cavity. The movement is more frequent than ever, but kicks rarely land painfully, and Annie's having to stare at my bump even harder to catch it moving at all. 

The baby is currently growing at a rate of about an ounce a day, and I would not be surprised if I was getting close to a pound a day. My face has filled out a bit, my arms and legs are noticeably thicker, my ass is "phenomenal" (-Annie), and my bump has just a touch of the BBW softness I love so much, though it was visibly tightening and looking leaner as it became more and more jam-packed with baby. In short, I look fucking awesome, and I know it. I love every damn bit of my fully engorged body.

Oh, did I not mention my tits and belly? The tits are getting seriously squashed in my C-cup bras, and milk is leaking out of them near-constantly. It's sort of a nuisance and requires some clothing planning (for instance, really can't wear a white shirt without a serious bra), but I'm totally into it, as is Annie. I'll lay topless on the bed, and she'll gently touch my nipples to coax out a few drops of milk at a time. This almost inevitably leads to fucking after just a few minutes, as I am somehow hornier than I've yet been, and the slightest sensual provocation puts me in need-to-fuck mode. Our sex positions have gotten even more limited, though I'll get into that in a bit. My sleeping positions are failing me, too, at this point of massive belly. It's massive enough for me to have a pronounced waddle (which I absolutely exaggerate for my own pleasure), which turns even more heads in public, and all of this turns me on ecstatically. I'm horny enough that my ever-increasing fatigue barely puts me to sleep at all. Can't jerk it unless you’re awake, after all! 

Bump-wise... IT DROPPED!!! It's bittersweet, as it signals semi-imminent birth. As I'm not having a traditional vaginal delivery (obviously), I wasn't sure the bump would ever drop. It must be a hormonal thing, though, because there it is, bearing down on my pelvic floor. It feels as if it's dragging me down, almost, stretching inevitably towards my (swollen) feet. Light red stretch marks now cover the front, furthest sticking-out part of my seriously engorged belly. There's room between my tits and the top of my belly, now, and despite the tit growth, my breasts no longer rest on my bump (which makes me a bit sad). 

Standing so that the back of our couch supported my belly mixed with the fact that my belly was resting against my dick half the time gave me a new idea: a masturbatory bumpjob. If I get an erection and carefully place it between the back of the couch and my gravid midsection, I can thrust against the weight of my belly. I've done it 3 or 4 times (today, ha ha), and only made a cum-coated mess of the couch on my first, not-terribly-well-thought-out session. The next time, I kept my dick in my pants throughout, and made a mess of them, naturally. I guess I'm a bit too horny to think straight sometimes: is this pregnancy brain? It's all fantastic, especially since I was pretty disappointed about not getting bumpjobs from my wife (very minor compared with conception business, but it was a bit of a letdown anyway). This new masturbation trick mixed with the constant stream of cum coating my bump every day made up for some of what I may have missed out on from not experiencing a female pregnancy with my wife. Hopefully she finds some solace in what she gets to experience second-hand, too. I need to ask about that more directly…

Speaking of Annie, it may be tough for us to find a comfortable fucking position, but when we work at it, we can still have a whole lot of fun. Saturday morning, I woke up laying on my side with my dick in her hand, just as she started to stroke my belly and cock at the same time. I fucking love this combination: if I could only choose one thing to do for the rest of my pregnancy, sexual or otherwise, it'd be Annie stroking my best parts with both hands. I came after about 2 minutes (I REALLY like this activity), and she rolled me into my back and began gently rubbing my semen into my entire belly, even up to my tits a little bit. 

Touching my tits seemed to remind her of how much she enjoyed them, as she took my glistening-with-cum nipples into her mouth one after the other, suckling gently so as not to trigger unpleasant sensitivities. After the second tit, she put her mouth above my belly and let my own milk drip onto my belly. Then, she started the process of very thoroughly licking it off, starting at the top of my belly and making her way down, paying special attention to my new outie belly button. This must have taken 7-10 minutes (my pregnant refractory period, if you've forgotten), because as she finished licking the bottom of my bump, she moved onto my dick, which was very much ready for another go-round. 

She blew me for a minute or two, then I tapped her head so she'd stop, and lugged myself out of bed. I pulled her over to me so that her pussy was flush with the edge of the bed. I could just about enter her from this position, but I made it a lot easier for myself by heaving my belly onto her pubic region, taking the weight off me and removing our primary obstacle. Also, she'd tell me later, further driving her wild for my cock, and even stimulating her clitoris a bit. I got it in her much more easily than usual (love resting that bump wherever I can!) and slowly started the in-and-out motion. She moaned and sat up just enough to be able to take my enormous gut in both her hands, which she knew would drive me wild... and it did, as my cumming two minutes later confirmed! I kneeled in front of her to eat her out after cumming in her (one of her modest sexual kinks), then made out with her passionately with my mouth (and soon hers) filled with cum. She spit cum and saliva into her hand once we unlocked mouths, and rubbed it into my belly tenderly. "Well, that felt like we went full circle somehow, you know? The cum, the bump, my pussy, your cock, all connected and combined in this one tryst. Amazing!" Amazing, indeed. I love my wife.


MONTH 9

It's a real struggle to reach my dick in order to jerk it, but I love every second of trying to reach around my truly massive bump to make contact. Annie's really stepped up, jerking and blowing when I'm too exhausted to reach myself but too horny to abstain from cumming. My bumpjob-with-assistance-from-the-couch trick still works, though it now really exhausts the shit out of me, as most any task or movement of any kind does. 

I'm nearing the end of my journey! I hit 39 weeks two days ago, and I'm going in for my C-section tomorrow: being full-term, healthy, and about to give birth lets me breathe a real sigh of relief now that everything's gone so smoothly. I'm super excited to meet our daughter, of course, but I feel like I'm already starting to mourn the loss of this truly transcendent, fully engorged body. My uterus is supposed to be the size of a small pumpkin at this point, so I'm guessing my belly must be filled with many additional mysterious objects, as "small pumpkin" doesn't even come close to covering the size of this epic bump. 

To put it concisely, I no longer see the need to exaggerate my waddle. The belly is maybe mid-sized beach ball comparable in size, if not even in the same universe weight-wise. I'd kill for a hollow beach ball gut at the moment, frankly. This massive, unbelievably dense and weighty belly of mine is unwieldy to an almost aggressive degree, its discomfort outgrowing my horniness just in the last week or so. I had a great, horny-ass run of it, that's for sure! I'm down to cummimg a mere two or three times a day, and always with Annie's assistance. I know this is still pretty damn good, but there were some breathtaking days during this pregnancy where I'd easily average two orgasms per hour. 

The skin barely containing my bump is absolutely taut, completely smooth to the touch and rather intensely firm. My occasional contractions are no longer Braxton Hicks, but the real kind, indicating I'm closing in on my time (and that my C-section was appropriately scheduled). The light red stretch marks that had been localized to the most front-facing section of my belly have spread and become an angrier, brighter shade of red in some places. Still sexy, I'd say, and battle scars I will wear proudly for as long as they persist. 

Annie suggested we fuck at least once today, before the baby arrives tomorrow and halts sexual activity for a nervous-making amount of time. I'm too tired, though, so she blew me, then I rather lazily rubbed on her clit. Both nominally satisfied, I think that officially and anticlimactically ends our pre-baby sex life together. All I really want to do for the rest of today, and probably tomorrow while waiting for the surgery, is stare at my naked, gravid form in my full-length mirror, before it all changes back. 

I can't get enough of this form, its constantly shifting shapes and sizes, its wonderfully exaggerated curves, everything about it. I can't see my dick in the mirror, and I don't think I have for the past few months, unless I lift up my belly with both hands (it's fucking heavy!) in order to briefly expose my genitalia. My belly has continued to grow in every direction I can imagine, just as my tits have gotten heavier and lower-hanging as they prepare to nourish a human life (once my womb finishes with it, of course). With the growth of both, the belly and tits are just slightly touching each other again, and I am a very happy fertility goddess. 


EPILOGUE

In our brief meeting before the C-section, Dr. Lucas told us they remove the synthetic uterus while your abdominal cavity is open for the delivery. 

"Can you not?" I ask hopefully. 

"Well, we really don't know if there are any issues with keeping it in long-term, because..."

"Don't worry about long-term," I interrupted the doctor. "I'm doing another round as soon as you can get another embryo in me!"
Liked by sbflicker (Nov 26, 2020), Loki (Nov 21, 2020)
Loki
I was looking for a story like this for a long time, good one. I hope you upload parts 2 & 3. I especially like this partial transformation, I hope there will be more MM action in the next ones. (Maybe some twist that they actually managed to connect the artificial uterus with his rectum and normal insemination is possible too.)
Keep up the good work!
gettinitdunn006
(November 21, 2020, 6:27 pm)Loki I was looking for a story like this for a long time, good one. I hope you upload parts 2 & 3. I especially like this partial transformation, I hope there will be more MM action in the next ones. (Maybe some twist that they actually managed to connect the artificial uterus with his rectum and normal insemination is possible too.)
Keep up the good work!
Thank you so much, Loki! I'll get 2 up soon, and just have to edit 3. 4's almost done, too, and I've got 5 outlined! I haven't exactly gone in your all your suggested directions, but hopefully you like more of what's coming (and plenty of it). Thanks again for the feedback!!!
Liked by Loki (Nov 21, 2020)
Moonpotrz
Great stuff. Level of detail is good. Maybe his wife can get knocked up by him in the middle of one of his? Twins?
gettinitdunn006
(November 22, 2020, 12:01 am)Moonpotrz Great stuff. Level of detail is good. Maybe his wife can get knocked up by him in the middle of one of his? Twins?

Thanks, Moonpotrz! Stay tuned, I think you might like a lot of what's coming...
gettinitdunn006
The Horny Sea Horse II - Stories from a Changing World

I'm back, and I'm just as pregnant as last time! Annie, our daughter Isabelle, and I have been doing fantastically for the past two years, so Annie and I (finally!) decided to expand our family. I couldn’t wait to get pregnant again; it had been such an amazing experience last time. It was right back to Dr. Lucas, whom I'd been seeing every three months since Isabelle was born just to make sure my synthetic uterus and the rest of my body were still getting along well. Leaving the uterus in for longer than one pregnancy is almost unprecedented: I'm only the third person in the world to have kept the uterus and been impregnated a second time! Everything has looked and continues to look excellent as far as my reproductive health, so, nearly 5 months ago now, Annie contributed an egg and I a load of semen. The first embryo attempted was a success, again! I'm currently in month 4, and just starting to show. In other words, I'm horny as fuck. 

I don't feel the need to bring you the monthly play-by-play of my pregnancy this time, as I feel most of the notes would be repeated. Instead, I'm beginning this once I'm visibly pregnant (I'll make my first entry about a month from now, once people can really tell I'm pregnant), and I'll chronicle my favorite experiences specific to this pregnancy each month. 

Oh, and in case you haven't seen a television or computer since reading my last journal, male pregnancy has gone mainstream! Just a few months after we had Isabelle, the experimental clinics agreed they had enough data to become more established than experimental. It caught on like wildfire, partially because it turns out it's significantly safer for both baby and parent than natural female pregnancy! Thousands upon thousands of men have become pregnant and delivered healthy babies in the last two years, and it's no longer as much of a novelty for folks to see us in public. It's a different world out there...


PREGNANCY 2, MONTH 5

This past Saturday, I went to a bar, alone and visibly pregnant. I was determined to go home with someone.

Annie didn't want to even try keeping up with me sexually this pregnancy, so she'd given me an even wider set of permissions than she had when I was carrying Isabelle. Basically, I could take advantage of whatever opportunities might arise, as long as she had the option to watch. We had made time for sexual experimentation over the past few years, and she'd come to have a great passion for watching, rather than participating, though she could certainly still participate with the best of them. She LOVES watching. Also, there was a hard ban on impregnating anyone else, and any reckless activities that could result in pregnancy. Reasonable enough, especially considering her personal fertility issues. 

She didn't accompany me to the bar, though, as she wasn’t feeling well that day. She knew I'd really been looking forward to my bar adventure, so she gave her blessing for me to go solo. I wanted to get this particular adventure in as early as possible, as I imagined I'd get enough dirty looks in a bar pregnant and barely showing, never mind going in with a massive bump a few months later. I'd be enjoying soft drinks, of course, but gawkers always assume the worst.

I got to our neighborhood hipster-seedy pub around 8, grabbing a Shirley Temple from the bar and positioning myself rather centrally in order to be seen by as many folks as possible. I wore a tight black tank top that REALLY showed off my tits and burgeoning baby bump, and tight white leggings through which one could easily make out my panties, not to mention my once-again-stellar preggo ass. 

I sat quietly for close to an hour, attempting and failing to make eye contact with any party that might look my way. Finally, a rail thin Latinx fellow, probably 25-ish, approached and asked to sit down. "Please!" I said too loudly, realizing I needed to be careful not to come off as too thirsty. He asked the expected questions about what I was doing there, pregnant and alone, and, rather than try to be cute and flirtatious, I went for blunt. "Honestly, I'm here to hook-up with someone. Interested?" He seemed to appreciate my straightforwardness, and was very obviously staring at my tits and belly. I was pretty confident he liked what he saw, as he took my hand and led me to a dark corner booth in the back of the place. 

As soon as we were seated in a more private area and next to each other, I took one of his hands and firmly placed it on my belly. "So, you're into this?" I asked him half-jokingly. His eyes gave me an unmistakable and ready-for-business "yes," and he started rubbing his crotch with the hand not on my belly. I began discreetly rubbing mine as well, producing a rock hard erection just about instantly. What can I say, people being turned on by me turns me on right back! 

I noticed him taking his eyes off my torso and scouring the rest of the bar, pupils darting between several directions. Okay with what he saw, apparently, he took out his (very nice) cock. I trusted he'd scouted the place adequately, and took mine out as well. Even with everyone in the world knowing about male pregnancy and me clearly being a man, people tend to look surprised for a moment every time a penis comes out of my pants. Just a fleeting look of happy surprise on his face, and our hands were gripping each other's dicks. I put my other hand on my belly, where his was still resting, as we both began pumping quickly. It was safer back here in the dark than in other parts of the bar, but you still don't want to take your time with public handjobs. Luckily, just placing my hand on my belly remained enough of a turn-on, even in this second pregnancy, to help me climax significantly quicker. He came after maybe a minute and a half, and his cumming turned me wayyy more on, leading to my orgasm moments later. 

We both grabbed napkins to clean our hands, and he proceeded to stand up. "Well, see you again sometime, maybe..." He was awkward, and I'd clearly never see him again or learn his name. Hook-ups with guys tended to be much more to the point and much more awkward in the afterglow, in my recent experience. I think some guys have a pregnancy fetish from the days when only women got pregnant (as I had), and were feeling slightly uncomfortable at their own attraction to someone of their own sex (as I very much had not). They think they're completely straight, but the pregnant fetish overrides that temporarily, then they freak out a bit. Everything's become so much more androgynous the last few years (remember, I'm wearing a tight tank top, leggings, bra and panties this evening…not to mention the fact that I am a visibly pregnant MAN), and some people are struggling with it. For me, it just means more opportunities for sex, and pregnancy means an insatiable sexual appetite. Dealing with a dick now and then seems only logical. Aaaaand I've come to truly enjoy them; I definitely consider myself fully bisexual at this point. Maybe pansexual. Whatever, I’ll fuck basically anything.

I went to the bathroom to clean hands and crotch thoroughly a few minutes after my friend took off, and, leaving the bathroom, ran into a very cute blonde young lady waiting for the women's room. "Well, look at you!" She was clearly inebriated, and was laughably obvious in checking me out from top to bottom. She reached out and put her hand on my belly without asking: I fucking love that. "How far along are you, honey?" Her behavior gave away her lack of sobriety, but she wasn't slurring her words and her equilibrium seemed perfectly fine: she was a level of drunk you could ethically hook-up with, and that quickly became my intention. "I'm about 5 months, " I replied. "Wanna see?" She withdrew her hand from my belly as I lifted my top, regaining her hand position on my bare belly once my tank top was rolled up to the bottom of my bra. Her eyes went wide with amazement, and it was pretty adorable. 

"I've never met one of you before," she said, presumably referring to pregnant men. "How do you like it?" I asked with a smile. "It's AMAZING," she just about shouted. "My friends have had some really cute bumps, but I really love it on a guy! Pregnancy suits you!" She was nice and clearly interested, and I was getting a bit tired of the bar (and, annoyingly, sore in the legs from standing for even this short period of time). "Are you here alone?" She was. "Do you want to get out of here?" She did... after her turn in the ladies' room. I waited for her a respectful, non-pervy distance from the bathroom. She spotted me easily upon her exit, and didn't even slow down as she walked past me. She just grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of the bar with her. Hooking up with ladies can be rather "to the point" as well. Or, this bar just happened to be full of real sluts. 

Either way, we were in an Uber headed for her apartment five minutes later. She couldn't keep her hands off my belly in the car, even putting them inside my shirt at times. I felt awkward with the driver witnessing all this, until I noticed his glances in the rear-view were aimed squarely at my bump. I was probably an interesting novelty to this guy, too. Fuck it. I went in for a kiss, and she turned up the heat the moment our tongues met, her hands shooting up my shirt once again, right under my bra and gripping both tits. They're pretty sensitive again these days, but the discomfort mixed with the reckless abandon going down In the back of this car just turned me on more. My dick briefly strained against the front of my panties, then slipped out of them altogether. They were not designed to contain erect penises, and they did not rise to the occasion. I tried to subtly fix this crotch situation, but I'd barely gotten a hand down there when she spotted my semi-exposed cock through my white leggings and grabbed it with gusto. This was a touch too far for me with the driver present, so I started kissing her again, angling my body slightly so she'd release my genitals. Luckily, we pulled up to her apartment building maybe two minutes of making out later. 

She pulled me by the hand again as soon as we got out of the car. We went up a staircase and a few doors down a hallway and reached her apartment. Fumbling in her purse for her keys, she caught a glimpse of my bump out of the corner of her eye, immediately pushing her hands up my shirt again to give the belly another good rubbing. This went on for a few seconds before she must've come to the conclusion that my bump would be available to her inside her home as well as just outside of it. We went in, another hand grab and she pulled me directly into her bedroom. She put her hands on my shoulders as if to push me back onto the bed, then abruptly withdrew them. "Shit, you're pregnant!" I'm glad she remembered! "I can't just throw you around! Make yourself comfortable, then I'll see what I can do..." She winked at me. Who the hell winks? 

I quickly and completely disrobed and lay on my back on her bed. I could see her eyes moving between my bump and my dick in a way that seemed almost hungry. I was glad she was still enjoying the view, as I know lying that on my back minimized the size of both boob and belly, what with gravity and all. She finally came on the bed, still fully clothed, crouching next to me. She rubbed my belly with one hand and my cock with the other, pretty much my favorite combination in the world. I was fast approaching orgasm, and she was just now starting to take her top off. She had no bra and seriously perky tits. My hands went for the tits immediately, and they felt divinely soft and perfectly firm. (I felt slightly inadequate in comparison to their pristine condition, as mine had pretty clearly taken a beating from breastfeeding Isabelle.) She smiled at my obvious enjoyment of her bosom, and asked, "Is it okay if I just blow you?" Yes. Yes, it was. 

She had great fellatio technique, and I was ready to burst in three minutes, maximum. I had the sudden urge to cum on those perky tits of hers, so I tapped her head, then managed to position myself standing and her kneeling in front of me on the floor mere moments before I climaxed. I came on her tits, and she promptly wiped them with her hands, then started rubbing my bump. This was not the first time someone had rubbed my cum back into my bump without my requesting it. Did I somehow project I was into that? I absolutely was and am, but how could they know? Pregnant bellies are real cum magnets, I suppose. Aaaaand thinking about my belly as a literal magnet for cum has given me an erection I've got to see to..

Anyway, it occurred to me as soon as my orgasmic fog started to lift that we barely did anything towards getting her off. "Can I go down on you?" I asked her in good faith, but was instantly flooded with relief when she told me she had her period (and her never getting fully nude finally made sense). I was truly exhausted, pregnancy fatigue having majorly caught up with me between the night's two dalliances. 

I took another Uber back to the bar and drove my car home. Annie was waiting up for me, despite the relatively late hour for us (it was nearly 1, if I remember correctly). "Tell me everything," she said before I'd even fully closed the front door. I gave her all the details, and she rubbed on her clothed groin furiously, cumming once during my recounting of the first hook-up, and twice during the second. Apparently hearing the stories was nearly as hot for her as witnessing the event in person. She's really fucking awesome. I grab her hand after the stories are told, wordlessly pulling her into our bedroom a la my second of tonight's partners. I ate her pussy for a few minutes, then she rode my dick for a solid 15. We went to sleep very, very tired. 


MONTH 6

A few weeks ago, I'd seen a pretty promising lead on a pregnancy fetish forum regarding our local mall. Apparently, the men's section at Motherhood (still so goddamned pumped that even exists!) Is a banging pick-up spot for pregnant men. I probably would've been in the men's section of Motherhood within the next week or so anyway (not to brag, but I'm a regular), so I decided to follow the forum's tip and check it out on a Wednesday during lunch hour, a time at which I don't believe I've been there before. The specificity made me trust the tip more for some reason. All things considered, the worst the experience could possibly go would end with me picking up a few new bras, and maybe a casual top or three.

I got to the mall at 11:40, the bench just outside Motherhood a few minutes later. I figured I'd scope out the activity from here, and I'd worn a baggy sweatshirt to (somewhat) conceal my pregnancy, hoping to be able to walk away unnoticed if I didn't like the scene. Leading up to noon, I'd seen three pregnant women enter and exit, one pregnant man enter and exit, and one pregnant man enter at 11:50 and remain inside. So, there was probably just the one dude in there when the clock hit noon, and, incidentally, I didn't find him very attractive. He was throwing Butch vibes with a capital B, clearly trying to flaunt the masculinity he's clinging to in the face of his feminizing pregnancy. Probably here looking for a shame-fuck, which was far from my department. 

Once the click hit noon, things started happening a lot more rapidly. The next pregnant man who entered left almost instantaneously with the Butch guy. They either do not like to chat, or they've done this together before. I'd guess the latter based on the sheer economy. Two pregnant men (one heavily so! I'm intrigued...) enter together next, then, in quick succession, three solo pregnant men in a row. These five had all been handsomely showing, and just generally handsome, too. 

I was nearly ready to go in when two non-pregnant women entered together. This was a wrinkle I hadn't quite expected; I had figured the pick-up spot for pregnant men meant it was exclusively for pregnant men, and not imagined ladies interested in such men might cruise Motherhood as well. While I tried to re-calibrate my expectations (I'd already told Annie I would bring a man home!), both ladies exited, each with one of the three solo pregnant men. So, the pregnant duo was still inside, as was one solo man. Every pregnant man I’d seen here thus far had nice pregnant tits, which was becoming more in vogue as people came to embrace the unavoidably feminine aspects of male pregnancy. I definitely prefer tits to none, so I’m more than happy with this trend. I was pretty happy with the current state of affairs in the store, too, so I took off my baggy sweatshirt to reveal a two-sizes-too-small yellow t-shirt already riding up my substantial bump, and a pair of skin-tight blue jeggings. No underwear whatsoever: I was very much prepared for sex. 

As I walk into Motherhood, a young employee happily greets me and says she's available if I need anything, and a middle-aged employee behind the counter glares at me. She, at least, knows what we're doing here, and she's not pleased with us. Maybe I'll buy a top or two on my way out, hook-up found or not; I don't like it when strangers hate me. I walk to the men's department on the left side of the store, and quickly spot all three guys I know to be in here. The remaining solo man is right next to me as I approach the section, and I purposefully initiate eye contact. I want him badly, as he looks like he's about 13 months along. I somehow hadn't noticed on his way in, but this dude was fucking massive, and I could already see my cum coating that glorious bump. He nods for a second, quietly says, "Sorry, straight," and walks away from me. Fair enough! He must feel jilted after missing out on those two lady belly chasers. Until someone else arrives, I've just got the duo to work with, so I sidle up next to them a few clothing racks further into the men's section. 

I'm well aware that my tiny shirt is riding a very noticeable three inches up my bump at the moment, and I'm hopeful my generous display of underbelly cleavage sends a concise and horny message to these gentlemen. They're both probably mid-30s, brunettes. Both more than hot enough: not that it's my only metric for male hotness, but they're both sporting bellies that look like they've seen a good 8 months. Actually, belly size really is basically the only piece of information that seems to matter to me with guys, at least until their cocks come out to play. And I'm not very picky when it comes to cocks...

Moving along, I nod to the two gentlemen, they both nod back. A fine start! "Are you guys looking together?" Awkwardly phrased, but it got my point across, apparently, as they both nodded again. One was about my height, the other shorter. Seriously, I do not really know how to evaluate male pick-ups! I'll skip the rest of my embarrassingly stupid and awkward remarks: I get across that we can all go back to my house and my wife will be watching, and they agree. We take our three separate cars and arrive at my place at about 12:45 (what an efficient pick-up spot!).

Annie is waiting by the door when we arrive, as I'd called and warned her about the exact number of pregnant men I'd be bringing home with me. She sounded pretty psyched on the phone, and was extremely friendly with our guests, offering light refreshments in the kitchen. They both seemed a bit taken aback, probably because their usual hook-ups don't involve such supportive and welcoming wives. We each drink a beer, sipping pretty quickly so that we can get on with the sex, but not so fast as to insult Annie's hospitality. Surprisingly, it's Annie who finally says, "All right, when's the fucking?" We all have an awkward laugh as she leads the charge into the bedroom. 

“I’ve never been with two guys at once,” I blurt out as soon as we get into the bedroom. Awkward, sure, but I got my point out. “We can take it real slow,” said the taller one. Then he posed the million dollar question: “Do you do anal?” I had to think for a minute on that one. I had not done anal up to that point, but I was not sure if I was up to try anal today. I ask for a few minutes to think about it, maybe get into a little foreplay. They both immediately disrobed. Annie took her seat in the corner and started taking it all in…

The taller one is hairy on his back, shoulders, and pretty much everywhere else besides his belly, which is clearly freshly shaved. I appreciate that particular grooming choice, though I can certainly appreciate a hairy bump on occasion, as well. He’s generally a bigger guy than I’d noticed before, with a clear pre-pregnancy gut adding substantially to his pregnant bump. His belly is about as covered with stretch marks as it could be, which is not my absolute favorite, but his extra stomach fat allows him to have a somewhat BBW-esque, extra soft and round belly, which IS my absolute favorite. His dick is the most remarkably big thing on him, though. His bump must be protruding a good 6 inches from where his abdomen usually ends, and his intimidatingly huge cock (maybe no anal today!) extends at least 3 more inches from there. I want to get my hands and mouth on that cock, and badly at that. And to fill my hands with his gut. So, I’m pretty ready to roll.

The shorter guy has a bit of chest hair, but otherwise lacks much body hair. His belly looks like a perfect stock photo of a full-term pregnancy, perfectly rounded, smooth, clear of stretch marks, and, as I suspected and would soon confirm, somehow the softest AND firmest belly I’ve ever touched. His dick extended beyond his bump as well, but not by as much, and his bump was not protruding nearly as far, either. If I had to choose a dick to take in the ass for the first time out of the two in the room that weren’t attached to me, it would definitely be his more modest dick. Partially because I’m scared of the other guy’s monster cock, and partially because I just want to get near that picture-perfect belly as much as humanly possible.

Really, though, with the stock photo belly and the massive BBW-esque belly, I couldn’t go wrong in the bump department. It was a good crowd that I was crossing my fingers would dig my bump anywhere near as much as I was getting into theirs. I disrobe significantly more cautiously than they did, until my 6 month, round but not massive, partially stretch mark-lined bump is on full display, along with my dick, which modestly exceeds my more modest bump (i.e., I’ve definitely got the smallest cock in the room). The other two start rubbing each others cocks and bellies, and motion for me to get closer. I wrap my hands around the taller one’s massive cock first, as I felt myself almost magically pulled toward this giant wonder. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a cock in both hands at once before, but I don’t think I’ve ever had to. His positively demanded it.

I attempt stroking with both hands, but it’s rather awkward, and I move one hand to start rubbing (and eventually straight-up grabbing in my fervor) his ~BBW belly. My other hand works its way up and down his shaft, which takes SO much longer than with most cocks. He’s gotta be sporting at least 10 inches down there, and I’ve never encountered anything like it. Both my hands quickly tire, as I’m grabbing for more belly and WAY more cock than I am used to dealing with. So, I move over to the shorter man, who has been lightly rubbing my dick with an open palm with one hand, and gently massaging my lower belly with the other. I appreciate the soft approach he’s taken with me, and reciprocate. I start lightly moving one hand up and down his erection, and use my other hand to discover what a picture-perfect pregnant belly feels like. The cock was nice and all, but holy fuck, that belly!!! As I mentioned, it was somehow simultaneously the softest and firmest belly I’d been in contact with. The skin was absolutely perfect, seeming about a half-shade away from literally glowing. He had the perfect amount of give to his bump, too, with a firmness that instantly makes me think of images of fertility goddesses (his tits resting atop the bump didn’t hurt this image). His belly is what pregnancy was meant to be, and I feel honored to be there with it, never mind the reverent massaging I’m lucky enough to perform.

Hands continuously switch places, and I’m loving switching between both cocks (especially the gargantuan one!) and both phenomenal bellies. I find myself drawn more and more towards the Cock (let’s just give it a capital “C”) over the other available parts, and I switch things up a bit by kneeling down and taking its tip in my mouth. That’s about all I can fit of it in my mouth, but the few inches of back-and-forth sucking I can provide seem to suit him just fine. The girth of the Cock is even more intimidating than the length, which I find out as soon as I discover how little of it will fit in my mouth. My cheeks are painfully stretched out to accommodate the first few inches of the Cock. I would love to blow to completion on this thing, but, to be perfectly honest, I was afraid of the load. With the Cock being almost incomprehensibly massive, I was scared the load might match it and choke me, or something. I don’t know, it was a primal, visceral sort of fear, one that I hadn’t experienced in relation to semen before.

So, I moved over to start blowing the shorter guy. Neither of them had gone to their knees, preferring to stay standing and let me blow them one at a time, apparently. Whatever strange physiological geometries would’ve been required for all mouths to have dicks in them at once was almost certainly rendered impossible by our three large bumps, so I guess a totally even distribution of effort and pleasure wasn’t attainable in this situation. As I blew the shorter preggo man, I kept one hand up massaging his glorious, picture-of-perfection bump. I got so turned on by the belly, I stopped using a hand to assist the blowjob, and, keeping my other hand on the magnificent Belly, started furiously jerking myself off. I came extremely close to getting myself off right on the floor, but I just had to come on this Belly. “Kneel down,” I maybe-too-forcefully implored him, and he did. I quickly stood, still jerking my cock, and moved over to get my cock above his tits, immediately spurting cum all over his tits and belly. He stood back up, and the Belly somehow looked even better with my cum on it. I went around the back of him in a sort of standing/spooning position, wrapped both arms around him and rubbed that jizz into the Belly. It was about as turned on as I’d ever been, and my erection had fully returned within about two minutes of cumming, seriously calling into question what I thought I knew about my own refractory period.

The shorter guy noticed how hard I’d gotten again, and got to his knees to blow me. Men, in my experience, tend to give lousy head. We know what we like, but we can’t quite translate that into giving it to someone else for some reason. But not the Belly man. He’d been blessed with both a perfect bump and a perfect fellatio technique, and I only lasted 90 seconds, tops, before shooting cum into his mouth. I had to back away after that, feeling worn down to the point of being a bit faint. Pregnancy fatigue strikes again! I retreat to sit next to Annie’s chair, reaching out to hold one of her hands in mine. Annie’s had her other hand inside her panties the whole time, seeming to alternate between rubbing her clit and full-on finger-fucking herself. She has fun.

With me out of the picture, the two remaining guys got to their ass-fucking. It’s quite the spectacle to be in close-quarters for the physical feat of pregnant-male-on-pregnant-male anal sex. I could’ve done without one or two of the smells, but otherwise it was fascinating. Annie told me later she’d been turned on through all the hand and mouth parts, but had also been more fascinated than aroused at Belly’s and Cock’s ass-fucking. They were polite after finishing fucking each other in front of us, resuming their clothed states and making understandably quick departures. All male three-some achieved! It must be on some to-do list of mine somewhere…


MONTH 7

This month, my greatest adventure was right at home, made possible and executed by my marvelous wife, Annie. Last Tuesday, out of absolutely nowhere, she walked in on me jerking off in front of daytime TV, and said, "Thursday night, I'm tying you up and doing whatever I want with that body of yours." There was definitely an amorous lilt to her voice, so I felt pretty safe in assuming this would be a sexual event. I couldn't think of how to reply to her before she turned around and left the room. 

Wanting to play along with her give-Jarred-no-info game, I didn't mention her statement again. She made the next move Thursday morning by whispering "8 PM" into my ear. Well, at least I knew the “when,” if not the “what” just yet. Most of my day was filled with jerking off to different scenarios that may play out while I’d be tied up, which was a good way to spend highly anticipatory time, if you ask me. Maybe she’s got different materials and creams and oils to rub on my belly? Maybe she’s got a new toy to stick my dick in? Is she going to torture me slowly, repeatedly bringing me to the edge of cumming and then easing off? I can’t even enumerate the amount of scenarios I lustily considered, but I can enumerate the number of times I masturbated before 8 PM: nine. Luckily, with this crazy sex drive that I’d already had an entire pregnancy (and most of a second pregnancy, at this point) to come to understand, I knew that nine times during the day would not at all hinder my performance for the night. I even purposefully came for the last time on my own at 7:55 PM, so my refractory period would last a few minutes into being tied up, and if something super exciting happened I could potentially last a little longer.

All those loads of semen later, 8 o’clock was only four minutes away, and I was rubbing cum into my belly. I didn’t know whether she’d come get me to tie me up exactly at 8, or if I should be nude and laying in the bed already? I didn’t want to ask her and ruin any of the mystique she’d so carefully built up, so I went with sitting in the bedroom in boxers to wait for her.

She must’ve known I was in there already, because she made a beautiful, hot-as-fuck-lingerie-wearing entrance at 8 on the dot. The lingerie was black and lacy, and seemed to cover none of her and all the parts I wanted to see the most simultaneously. She cocked her head toward the bed, and I stood up, dropped my underwear and laid down. Our bed has four posts, so I was quickly spread-eagle and a limb was tied to each. She used very soft and nice-feeling restraints, which I made a mental note to ask her about later. Once I was all tied up, she placed a blindfold over my eyes and ear plugs in my ears. Silence and blackness. Silences and blackness…silence and blackness. It couldn’t have been too long that she made me wait for her next move, but with the sensory deprivation, it felt like hours to me. Also, it must’ve been past my refractory period shortly into this phase, and I was really eager to start the cumming process again…

Finally, I felt warm, oily hands on my swollen ankles. They very slowly and deliberately made their way up toward my dick, thoroughly rubbing and massaging oil into every conceivable part of my legs. The thoroughness was commendable, but the waiting for her to get to my dick was agony…and I didn’t even know for sure that’s where she was headed next. I got lucky, though, as my fears of having my cock ignored for several minutes proved unfounded. She worked the balls for a pretty excruciatingly long time, but at that point I was pretty sure she’d move onto the dick next, so I wasn’t so nervous anymore. I could feel myself getting stiffer and stiffer as she played with my balls, occasionally letting a finger or two rub the base of my penis. When her well-oiled hands finally reached my cock, it was bliss. She wrapped one hand around the base and lower shaft, the other around the upper shaft and tip, and started a slow, methodical twisting/up-and-down motion. I’d never gotten a hand job even half as good from her in the past, and I wondered what she’d been studying, and with whom (not out of jealousy…I want to study with them, too!). She never sped up the pace with which she performed this novel stroke, and it took several minutes for the orgasm to build up and commence, but the climax was intense and fantastic when it did arrive, and made me feel even more out of control of the situation, in the best possible way.

Suddenly, I could hear. She’d removed the ear plugs, apparently. When she finally spoke, it sounded like she was across the room, even though I could still feel the weight of her body on the bed. Pretty confused, I listened. “If I take off that blindfold, will you do as I command?” Sexy as fuck, and a quick affirmative reply from yours truly. At long last, the blindfold came off, but it was immediately clear that it wasn’t Annie who removed it. I could see Annie sitting in her chair in the corner of the room out of the corner of my eye, but the vast majority of my field of vision was taken up by…her best friend Rachel!

I had no good reason to mention this before, but Rachel and I were, again, going through pregnancies at the same time, only about a month separating our due dates. She was the further along of us, and…wait for it…just a few more dots…SHE WAS HAVING TWINS!!! I hadn’t seen her yet during this pregnancy (though not for lack of subtly trying), so her form truly blew me away. No wonder the handjob was so different; it wasn’t even Annie performing it! So there, right in my face and within such easy grasp of the arms I couldn’t move, was Rachel’s epically massive 8-month twin belly. Her belly button hadn’t popped, I noticed right away due to the proximity of it to my left eye. Her innie seemed to go very deeply into her bump, maybe even a few inches. That must have been a trick of the light, but goddamn did I want to stick my fingers in there to see how deep it really went! She had just enough weight on her pre-pregnancy (she hadn’t been particularly successful in dropping the baby weight from her first pregnancy, to my present delight) that she had a bit of the BBW softness and fullness I love going on around her abdomen. She was round as hell, and her belly skin looked seriously tight (8 months with twins will unfailingly do that). It also looked very firm, which I was unable to confirm due to my lack of available hands. Fucking restraints! Her tits deserve a mention as well. She had dark hair, and her nipples and areolas were quite the deep brown color. It was slightly chilly in the room, and her nipples must have protruded an inch-and-a-half from her tits. I almost asked if I could hang my coat up on one, but didn’t want to break any of the mood she and Annie had developed. Her tits looked slightly saggy, a gift from her breastfeeding her first child (join the damn club), and they seemed to be resting on her bump with just about all their available surface area. Make a mold of her, and some religions would be worshipping their new model for a fertility goddess, no question.

I realized I hadn’t spoken in at least a minute, having been absolutely lost in Rachel’s sublime body’s wondrous sights. No one had commanded anything of me, so I wasn’t sure if I should talk to break the silence, or wait to be directed. Annie seemed to pick up on my confusion after a few seconds of me not staring at Rachel’s bump, so she finally gave me my first command: “Eat Rachel’s pussy. Thoroughly.” Rachel scooted from her position kneeling next to me, and heaved half her weight over my chest to straddle my face, landing her pussy inches from my face. I had to stretch my neck a bit to get there, but I was all business as soon as she was within tongue distance. I found her clit and fully absorbed it and the surrounding flesh and pubic hair into my vacuum of a mouth. I eat a mean pussy, if I may say so myself, and she was moaning seconds in. The weight she was placing on my chest made my tits ever so slightly uncomfortable, but was so satisfyingly massive and awesome feeling that I couldn’t care less. Also, by the nature of the position she’d had to attain, her belly was partially resting on my forehead. It’s not the most sensitive part of your body, sure, but I’d rather have a bump on my forehead than nowhere at all. I was truly and boner-certifiably excited by the contact with her belly, and I was getting pretty into the cunnilingus, too. I had no one touching my cock at the moment, but I could still feel it twitching a bit with potential energy, ready within just a few pumps to ejaculate.

It was hard to keep an exact count with the many moans and muscle spasms I’d heard and felt from Rachel, but I think she came either five or six times before removing herself from my face. I had the impulse to wipe her vaginal fluids from my mouth (and the rest of my face), but was once again thwarted by my restraints. The idea of just letting the juices stay there, maybe even dry on me, made my cock twitch even harder. Was I going to come without anything touching my dick? I didn’t think I’d ever done it, but this experience could easily be the one to make it a reality. “He needs to get off, and quickly, so we can move on,” Annie said to Rachel. Rachel nodded, and, once again kneeling next to me, put her hand on me and pumped exactly three times before I shot rope. Kind of embarrassing, but also maybe a testament to how hot their performance was.

I couldn’t quite see the door from my restrained position, but I’m pretty sure I heard them both walk out, close it, and speak in hushed tones in the hallway. I could see my engorged belly and not my feet when I looked down towards the foot of the bed, which made me start getting a little bit hard, adding fuel for the next orgasm to come. I heard the door open, and they were standing on either side of me, finally visible. “You’re going to eat my asshole,” Annie said, “I know you haven’t done that before, but there’ll be a reward in it if you do a good job…I’ll let Rachel fuck you.” I honestly did not think Annie would push things with Rachel and me that far. We were seriously going to fuck? I couldn’t believe it, and my exposed dick betrayed my excitement to the ladies in short order. “At ease, my asshole needs tending,” Annie said, positioning herself to place her asshole within eating range. I trust Annie a lot, and don’t think she’d make me do anything actually disgusting, so I assumed she was as clean as possible.

Honestly, I didn’t give my first ass-eating a second thought. The moment fucking the impossibly gravid Rachel was on the table, I would do just about anything to get to her, and the asshole-eating hardly fazed me at all. I just started, not really knowing what I was doing. I sort of teased her by pressing my tongue along the outskirts of her anus for a bit before really getting in there. When I finally got a bit into the hole with my tongue, the taste (the potential of which had provoked my primary anxiety of the moment) was surprisingly inoffensive. It was musty human flesh, sure, but it didn’t taste anything like what my pessimistic imagination imagined. Overall, eating her asshole was pretty fun, and based on how thoroughly she rubbed one out while I performed my duties, she enjoyed herself, too. She dismounted after getting herself off twice, stood up off the bed, and motioned to Rachel, sitting in the corner chair at the moment. “He’s all yours,” she said.

Rachel approached the bed. I figured she’d just get me hard and ride me reverse-cowgirl style, as that seemed to be pretty much the only option for my current maternal state and restrained body. To my surprise, though, she didn’t immediately get into bed with me, but went to all four posts of the bed and undid my restraints. Annie really did mean I was all Rachel’s when she passed me off to her, and Rachel seemed to want a proper, all-limbs-involved fucking. She certainly couldn’t mount me while facing me, as our bellies would undoubtedly pound on each other unpleasantly. She could have gone with reverse cowgirl, though then we both miss our favorite visuals of the other. Finally, she made her move, laying down on the edge of the bed herself, and asking Annie to come over to hold her legs up and allow me pussy access. Annie sat behind her on the bed and held her ankles in their uncomfortable position, and I started to angle myself so that my dick could enter her without our colossal collective bellies blocking us. Rachel ended up holding her massive bump up as far as she could with both hands, forcing her tits to touch her chin as her belly shoved into them. I lifted my belly, too, but put it down on her pubic region once I approached for vaginal entry (a trick I’d learned for fucking Annie while I was hugely pregnant with Isabelle).

There was strain on Annie holding Rachel’s legs up, strain on Rachel having her legs stretched and holding up her gut, and very little strain on me, besides the pressure to come quickly and relieve the ladies of their discomforts. Rachel’s pussy was TIGHT. I’ve explored many a pussy (not to brag), and one that has pushed a child out has almost always lost much of its elasticity, and thus a lot of its tightness. I don’t know if Rachel did those pussy exercises you hear about or what, but even my being rock-hard and her pussy dripping wet, it took a few tries before I successfully entered her. Once I did, the pressure of the tight pussy and the gravid body towering above it was simply divine. I tried to hurry but also enjoy the experience, which ended up getting me about a three-minute fuck session, ending in an orgasm that made my knees weak. Finally, Annie and Rachel were able to relax, and I let myself drop to the ground in exhaustion (carefully, always minding the bump). They both laughed at me, but Annie was stretching out her tired arms, and Rachel was trying to rub the soreness out of her inner thighs. We were all exhausted.

“Well, that’s pretty much what I had planned,” Annie said. “Have fun?” I lifted my head to nod, then let it drop to the floor again. I was slightly disappointed that I hadn’t seen any Annie-on-Rachel action, but Annie told me later that they’d discussed it, and thought it would be too “weird” for them. Understandable, but I’d say having your heavily pregnant best friend fuck your heavily pregnant husband in front of you might also qualify as “weird.” But who am I to say…I was just following orders.


MONTH 8

I made a maternity body cast of my tits and belly today! Not an adventure, per say, but it was pretty fun! Not sure what I’m going to do with a model of my heavily pregnant torso, but I liked making it, and I’ll probably like looking at it in non-pregnant times. Maybe wear it somehow?

Anyway, I’ve barely left the house this month. Just haven’t felt up to it most of the time. So, this month I bring you: Adventures in Masturbation. Even too exhausted to go outside much, I’m always trying to innovate and invent new ways to make myself cum. It’s a very rewarding hobby, and it’s kept me busy for several minutes every half an hour or so for weeks! I’ll just walk you through a few of my creations and breakthroughs…

I. JELLO CUM SHOT
Honestly, I came up with the name of this one before I figured out what the hell it would consist of, and the results were not amazing. I filled one of my pocket pussies with room-temperature jello, then fucked it. It made a mess and was not effective as a lubricant. Didn’t cum, or even maintain my erection to go cum elsewhere. 1/10

II. THE (MODIFIED) COUCH BUMPJOB
You may remember this one from my first pregnancy’s journal. With a big and low enough bump, the back of a couch that comes up to just around your groin level, and an erection, you can make a belly/dick/couch sandwich that’s a pretty damn hot and pretty damn effective masturbatory experience. To up the ante this pregnancy, I’ve asked for assistance (fine, not technically masturbation anymore) from Annie. Rather than me thrusting to provide the friction, she holds my bump in both hands and moves it back and forth over my cock. It works! A lot of it working probably has to do with how hot I find it when she manhandles my belly, but she’s helped me cum with this technique half-a-dozen times now, and the orgasms have been great. 10/10

III. THE SEATED BUMPJOB
My belly is more than big enough to cover my entire groin when I sit down, and then some, especially now that my bump has dropped (it damn near reaches my knees!). Holding your belly down against your dick to increase pressure and friction allows you to gently hump your bump by simply rocking your ass back and forth. It’s very easy and feels great, but doesn’t lead to orgasm all that often, I’ve found. If I’m not incredibly turned on already, I usually end up finishing with a different, simpler method after starting with this technique. Fun but not always fruitful. 7/10

IV. GET SOMEONE ELSE TO DO IT
In my experience, if you really don’t want to jerk yourself off, but you really do want to cum, the heavily pregnant individual has a few options. Complaining to one’s partner about fatigue and mood swings until they give in and give you a handjob is a viable way to masturbate. It’s using a pretty advanced toy in the form of your wife (no offense, honey!), but it’s still a hand pumping your dick, and I’m counting it. So, asking for handjobs, basically. 9/10

V. DON’T DO IT
My sex drive, as you readers know, is pretty much limitless while I’m knocked up. Most of the time, I feel enough horny motivation to perform the task of bringing myself to orgasm, but other times, I really don’t feel like it. So I don’t do it. Your vital sexual energies will build up inside you, making your ejaculation all the more powerful when you finally are motivated enough to make it happen! 9/10

VI. HOLD YOUR BELLY UP WITH ONE HAND, STRUGGLE TO REACH YOUR COCK WITH THE OTHER
Honestly, this is the name of the game in male pregnancy masturbation, especially once one’s belly has dropped. It’s very challenging to get around the dropped belly to the crotch, and, without holding up your gut with your hand, you may risk straining a muscle or ligament or whatever trying to angle your jerking arm around your engorged midsection. If your holding arm gets tired from keeping your cumbersome belly out of the way, take a break, get a drink of water, and think about your next move. I don’t know, this one’s pretty much bullshit. I’ll level with you: very little of note or out of the ordinary happened this month, so I have little of import to discuss in this update. I’m deeply exhausted and have barely left the house in weeks.

Until next month, which I will do my level, horny best to make more exciting!


MONTH 9

Annie booked us an appointment with a female pregnant escort last week. I told you this month’s update would be more exciting…

Annie told me she’d been looking for such an escort for us (me, especially, but she’ll love watching) since halfway through my first pregnancy. They are few and far between, their condition is obviously fleeting, and a lot of the ones that are out there will only service men, not couples. She finally found one, though, and she was only a twenty-minute drive from us. She worked out of a pretty high-end looking apartment, decorated with lots of typical sub/Dom toys and red velvet on the walls. Typical escort environment, if the popular media is to be trusted.

I was a little nervous at first, having never paid for sex before, but Annie assured me she’d really done her research and this was an independent woman very much doing what she loved and not at all being forced into it. With the wife’s blessing, fucking a pregnant escort sounded pretty great. And the escort was smoking hot. Tall, fuck-me pumps, latex lingerie, long black hair done up in a high-rising ponytail. Tits globular and just about busting out of her presumably pre-maternity outfit. Her bump was big, but not nearly as big as mine. She said had just hit 6 months, which seemed about right for her size: showing considerably, not yet weighed down by your own gut.

I, on the other hand, was fucking massive. I’d gotten considerably bigger this time around, as usually happens with subsequent pregnancies. My bump just about filled the entirety of the space between my tits and dick, as well as bulging out from the sides of my torso, adding two or three inches
to my width (doors aren’t always smoothly entered at the moment). The bump felt tight to an almost-busting level, with my skin looking like it was just barely hanging in there against the pressure from within. My belly button popped out about twice as far as last time, having no other place to go in my gravid, dense center. Sitting with the bump resting between my legs is about the only reliably comfortable position I have in my arsenal. I’ve yet to find even one sleeping position that’s really effective at this stage of pregnancy, I’m so goddamn big.

All of which is to say, while the pregnant escort probably encounters issues with maneuvering her belly to allow for sexual congress, it wasn’t just her relatively modest belly in play on this occasion. My bump dwarfed hers, and the combination of the two was going to make it seriously difficult to hatch a viable fucking position. I’m so exhausted at this point in my pregnancy, all the maneuvering around each other and awkward physiques seemed like too much of a hassle to entertain, and fucking, if we could get to that point, was frequently more work than it was worth in month 9. So, I breathed a gigantic sigh of relief when the escort told me that she was indeed in the sub/Dom business, and Annie had signed me up for a half-hour of each. That made me pretty nervous for the Dom half, but first came the part where I could request whatever I’d like from the escort, which sounded very pleasant indeed.

At least on this particular day, and on other occasional late-third-trimester days, any sort of sex can feel like a chore. So, with the pregnant escort at my disposal, I decided not to go all that sexual. I asked her to remove her clothing and had her lie down on the bed. I stayed fully-clothed, grabbed a bottle of baby oil from atop her dresser, and sat next to her as I warmed the first bit of oil in my palms. I proceeded to gently and thoroughly massage her belly, purposefully trying to keep sexual desire out of it. It was fantastic. A truly great experience. I got to spend 30 minutes just admiring and really getting to know her belly, with no expectations on me or her about sex. I love pregnancy, so I love a good bump, and though that’s a sexual thing most of the time for me, it can also be pretty damn satisfying to deal with it platonically. Sure, I had her stay nude, but I had to exercise a bit of control for the submissive escort portion of our visit, or else I’d feel I missed an opportunity. So, just a very minor power trip and enjoyment of a beautiful bump for a full half hour. Heavenly bliss!

A timer went off at 30 minutes, and the escort sprang up. “Clothes off, get on your hands and knees near the edge of the bed, ass up.” She really could flip that sub/Dom switch! I did as I was told (enormous belly reaching all the way down to the bed when I’m on all fours), and, looking over my shoulder at her, I could see her connecting a complicated-looking harness to her crotch and upper thighs. Could this be…maybe…? I waited with bated breath for what she’d bring out next, and my dream was indeed coming true: a big ole dildo. I had confided in Annie years ago that one of my biggest fantasies was getting pegged by a pregnant woman. I’d seen pictures of knocked up ladies wearing strap-ons occasionally over the years, and they always excited me to no end. They just looked so powerful with their fertility goddess bellies and tits, and a nice hard cock with which they will absolutely be fucking you. I implicitly want them to tell me what to do, and I want to do whatever will satisfy them.

I’d never taken anything up the ass before (maybe a finger once or twice…), so the size of the dildo she attached to the harness scared the shit out of me. We’re really starting there?! She lubed my asshole extensively, really slathering it on, even sticking one or two fingers (hard to tell back there just from the feeling) into my anus to lubricate a bit internally. As a bit of a warm-up, she sticks a finger in me, then what feels like two, then three. She’s building up to the dildo, which is appreciated, though I still don’t feel prepared at all. Finally, she lubes me up even more, gets in position behind me, and slides that massive-looking dildo into me. It…was not a pleasant sensation. A little bit of pain, a lot of weird pressure and feeling like you’re going to shit on her every time she pulls out a bit. I think pegging is a thing you have to work up to very gradually, not just in one session with an escort. Annie felt horrible afterwards (though pretty good during, based on how maniacally she was going at her crotch while watching), but I was just grateful to have such an amazing wife that would put together a fantasy like this for me, and even go with me to a pregnant escort. I love Annie very, very much.



And that’s pretty much that. My C-section is scheduled for tomorrow, so my sexual escapades for this pregnancy are at an end. I’ll probably spend my precious little remaining pregnant time staring at my reflection in my full-length, just like last time, except this time I’m somehow even larger. Soon, I won’t be engorged. Always bitter-sweet, but who knows? If the uterus can gestate two healthy babies…why not a third?
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Moonpotrz
part 2 is great as well! looking forward to the future installments
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The Horny Sea Horse III - Simultaneous Bliss



Jarred here. Welcome back to my journal! I had our second daughter, Sam, nearly three years ago. Two months ago, during an appointment with Dr. Lucas to check in on my uterus, the fertility specialist told me they'd finally cracked synthetic uteri for women. It was more complicated than the male version, apparently, because they have to contend with existing organs and internal piping in a woman, whereas in a man, you can start from scratch and design the gestational system precisely to your own specifications. This, he told me a solid minute after I'd already connected the dots in my head, could finally allow Annie to have a viable pregnancy of her own. Hooray for technological advancements! 

I probably drove home dangerously fast, but I could not wait to tell Annie the good news. I knew she would be thrilled, as was I at the prospect of a pregnant wife! I was loudly calling her name before I'd fully opened the front door, and she ran out of the kitchen, instantly worried that something was wrong. I gave her the news, and she collapsed into my arms, weeping. I told her I'd taken the liberty of scheduling an appointment for her and Dr. Lucas later in the week, and she kissed me deeply. I've never seen her so happy: one of her biggest dreams in life was going to happen for her! 

At the appointment, Dr. Lucas explained that the procedure to install Annie's synthetic uterus would be a bit more complex and slightly more dangerous than mine had been. They'd have to perform a hysterectomy first, then deal with combining her natural baby-making equipment with their synthetic gizmos (my word, not the doctor's). Annie didn't care about the modest increase in risk, as the treatment might've been experimental at the moment, but it still had a very impressive and comforting success rate. Having been born a woman and thus producing the requisite hormones herself, there was no need for the hormone treatment that I had to go through for 3 months before getting the surgery myself. So, we scheduled all the steps toward impregnating Annie for the earliest possible appointments. If things went smoothly, she could be pregnant in four to six weeks! She was absolutely elated, and it was wonderful to witness her excitement. 

On the ride home, I realized I was sort of jealous of Annie's impending pregnancy...and I wanted another pregnancy of my own. I was still ready to go baby-carrying wise, and I instantly fell in love with the idea of us being pregnant at the same time; maybe we'll even get lucky and conceive around the same time! I excitedly shared my thoughts with Annie, who, I was thrilled to find out, has apparently always wanted a big family! So, we decided to attempt to conceive on the same exact day, as we agreed that that would be super fucking hot. 

We went smoothly through the steps up until embryo implantation. Both of our first attempts failed, and we were feeling a bit down. We made the soonest appointments we could and tried again two weeks later...and we both got pregnant that day!!!


PREGNANCIES 3 & 4, MONTH 1

I thought I had been horny from the moment of my first positive pregnancy test, but Annie was on another fucking level. Our perfectly respectable non-pregnant sex life was great, but our fucking numbers have probably quadrupled since we both got our great news. She initiates sex at least 80% of the time...probably closer to 90%. She's ravenous. It's fantastic, and I'm able to keep up most of the time, though the ole pregnant fatigue is hitting me harder than her at the moment, and I occasionally have to take a break for a session. Maybe the fatigue is hitting her, it's just being completely drowned out by her absurd level of horniness. 

Don't get me wrong: I'm getting off just to the thought of being knocked up even in my third pregnancy, and I'm getting off a lot...by most standards. I only seem tame in comparison to my wife. To put it bluntly, Annie's right hand may as well be super-glued to her pussy. Yesterday, we got home from an hour-long car ride both having to pee. We just have the one bathroom, and I let Annie go first, like a gentleman should. After 5 full minutes of "peeing," she didn't even try to cum quietly. She could not be less subtle or more casual in her constant crotch rubbing. While she's petting the dog, she's rubbing one out. While her leftovers are in the microwave, she's rubbing one out. When she passes a window and feels a slight breeze, she's rubbing one out. She'll just have a sexy thought and drop what she's doing in the middle of a room, masturbate right there, standing up. It...hopefully won't become a problem. 

She has some nausea, as do I. She hasn't complained about it once, though. I cannot say the same for myself. About the only other 1st month symptom in the mix right now for Annie is her nipples and areolas starting to darken. They're only a slightly darker shade of brown, but she takes every opportunity to flaunt them. She was topless all of last Thursday. Literally, tits out for an entire 24-hour day. Honestly, I'm finding her antics and enthusiasm pretty amusing, and absolutely adorable. As well as super, super sexy, of course. I know my sex drive is only going up for the next 6 or 7 months of this pregnancy of mine, and I'm thrilled that she'll likely be up to my libidinous needs once they rise to meet hers. 

Oh, boy. I can hear her chanting "PREGNANCY!" over and over from upstairs... What the fuck is she up to now? Whatever it is, it’ll probably be lots of fun, so I’m heading upstairs.


MONTH 2

I really, really wish we had more than one bathroom. At some point every day for the past three weeks or so, one of us is puking in the toilet, the other in the kitchen sink. The overwhelming amount of nausea and vomiting we've both been experiencing has seriously zapped our sex drives. Annie is down to three or four orgasms a day...I shouldn't even mention how high her numbers were before morning/all day sickness kicked in. I'm cummimg twice daily, usually, as just about every day, Annie has both the urge to blow me and the ravenous desire to get my dick in her. Always separately from each other, for some reason, but I'm not complaining about twice the orgasms. 

Despite the severe nausea and fatigue we're going through, we still do make at least a little time a day for sexy fun, like the fucking and sucking mentioned above. Last Friday, she requested I try my very best to be in a sexy mood around 10 o'clock that evening. I did what little I could think of to attempt to be amorous when the clock strikes 10, and I'm feeling pretty decent when the hour hits. I get naked and jump in the bed. A few minutes later, Annie walked in wearing a tight black t-shirt, tight jeans, and a full-term baby bump. 

"Surprise!" she yells, clearly delighted by my confusion. Oddly, I thought I recognized this particular belly..."Silicone prosthetic?" I ask, definitely dashing her hopes of confusing me more deeply. I'd heard of these silicone bellies before (...aaaaand maybe/definitely owned several) Still, I really found the silicone bump somehow familiar. "Wait." I got it now. "That's my belly from Sam! How the hell did you get that?!" She pulls out my plaster body cast we made when I was 8 months into my second pregnancy, and informs me that do-it-yourself silicone work was easier than I might think. Anyway, she was highly motivated to work hard, as she had very quickly gotten frustrated with being pregnant and not having a giant bump. Now, she has one to play with to her heart's content, and it is turning me on. I don't even have to request she keep the belly on during our fucking: she damn well already knows to.


MONTH 3

More and more tangible signs of our pregnancies mixed with a decrease in nausea means much, much more sex this month. Annie's ass is plumping up and her waist is visibly expanding (mine never really returned to baseline after my first pregnancy...), adding some delightful curves to her usually slight frame. She is frequently strutting around the house in the skimpiest shorts she can find, showing off that ass. I can't say it's a problem. She has also wanted doggy-style sex a lot more frequently lately, which I have a sneaking suspicion is just another way for her to flaunt her ass. Again, no complaints coming from me. 

We also both have a new firmness in our lower abdomens, and we're both constantly rubbing either our own or the other's general navel areas, frequently with lotions and oils. I don't know why I never think to pamper myself like this a bit more when I'm not carrying a child. It feels sooooo nice, and, at least when I’ve got a bump to rub, gets me hard without fail. At this point, a whole lot of things are getting me hard and Annie wet, and lately we've been spending the majority of our time on sexual activities, both alone and together. Looking to take advantage of our relatively slim bodies before we start showing in the next month or so, we fuck in as many positions and try as many sordid techniques as we can think of. We must be pretty far into the Kama Sutra by now. 

Our appetites are ravenous but at roughly the same levels, and the amount and quality of sex two horny preggos who spend most of their time together can have is staggering. We spur each other on, neither of us wanting to show a crack in our horniness in front of the other. Solo play has been plentiful lately, too, as we're sometimes in different rooms but always turned on. Gotta jerk it whenever you get horny, even if it's more than a dozen times a day, at least according to our oversexed pregnant brains. Wasting erections or vaginal lubrication is simply not permitted. 


MONTH 4

All right, second trimester, and we're both just starting to show and get more energized. Naturally, experiencing it for the first time herself and for the third time for me makes Annie more fascinated with her own bump than mine. I was fine with upping the amount of solo sex time, as this was my favorite pregnancy masturbation period. My bump is small enough to allow for unhindered dick access, and also small enough to be entirely coated in a load of my semen. I LOVE cumming on my own bump and rubbing it in until it glistens. I love it intensely, sometimes even opting to cum on myself rather than in or on Annie when we're fucking. 

One morning last week, Annie woke me up shaking the bed while rubbing one out, instantly getting me hard and prompting my own first-thing-in-the-morning jerk. Once I finished, Annie rubbed my cum-slick belly and said we'd started our day off right. She looked pensive for a moment, then told me her fun idea for the day: a masturbation contest, with mandatory 15 minute (roughly the length of my refractory period) breaks between orgasms for both of us, to even the playing field. This meant Annie couldn't win this contest with a few multi-orgasmic rubbings. One orgasm would be allowed every 15 minutes, basically. It turned me on how much I'd be cummimg today, and I was off to the races. 

It went straightforwardly for a few hours, with me jerking quickly and cum-moisturizing my bump every 15 minutes on the dot. Annie masturbated in the living room, and she later admitted that she'd gotten off many, many more times than the 4 per hour the contest recognized. She's an ambitious woman. And horny. Very, very horny. 

After a brief conversation via which we learned we were probably tied due to both of us masturbating constantly, things got a little nastier. Annie ran into the bedroom in the middle of a jerk session and started yelling unsexy things about our inevitable deaths, old people, Hitler, and other similarly boner-killing things. Next, she stole my internet to deprive me of porn. Ha! As if I can't get off to (and on!) my own bump. I knew I needed to make a move of my own, so I ran into the living room and grabbed her vibrator. "Ha! I have three more within arms' reach!" Damn it, I hadn't noticed that. In the end, i lied and said I missed one quarter hour's orgasm so she could win. I'd already had two gloriously masturbation-filled pregnancies: now, it was time for Annie to shine.


MONTH 5

Annie's bump is now large enough to grab the attention of folks out in public, and she is ecstatic. She made herself a few cut-off-above-the-navel shirts, and wore them exclusively for weeks (and it continues...). They allow her to constantly show off her plump little bump with minimal effort and maximal visibility. She's taken to half-jokingly calling herself "the belly rub slut." If she sees a stranger even glancing at her belly, she makes a bee-line for them, getting their hands on her midsection as quickly as possible. And, if I'm there, this is where she lifts my shirt and places the stranger's hand on my bump. This is rude, of course, but it turns me on in a serious way. I'll never stop her. 

She counts the number of people that rub her bump every day, and it's twice broken 100 already. When I feel like getting touched myself, I can just tag along with her, and she does all the work to get both our bellies rubbed. She also pulls me into public bathrooms several times an hour for a quickie or mutual masturbation. Going out for the day with my pregnant wife is as great as I'd always hoped it could be.

Annie wants to cruise a local bar for hook-ups, like I had done on my own during my last pregnancy. Telling her the stories of my dalliances got her majorly wet then, and she apparently held the memory fondly, as she was almost obnoxiously excited about our night out. We went to the same neighborhood bar I'd gone to 3+ years ago. She wore a yellow button-down shirt, some of the lower buttons visibly straining against her protruding belly, and a tight and short black skirt that really highlighted her ass. I wore blue leggings and a tight black t-shirt that never had a chance at covering my engorged belly, so I'd be rocking significant underbelly cleavage. I wanted a man to touch that little sliver of skin visible between my shirt and pants tonight, and I got hard just thinking about it. Oddly specific, but it's what popped into my horny, hormone-addled mind. 

Annie and I discussed and planned our pick-up strategies. We would split up, at least at first, as a pregnant man together with a pregnant woman is a rare sight, and will read as a very unclear relationship to anyone who might be checking us out. We'd make things easier and less awkward for folks by cruising the bar separately, hopefully to result in both of us finding someone, and maybe all four of us getting out of there and into some sex. 

I walked slowly past some young men playing pool, distracting a fairly cute guy with a beard and making him miss his shot. I went and stood at a nearby table, wondering if he might come over for a chat. I gave it 10 minutes, nothing happened, and I moved on to a seat at the bar and a glass of tonic water and lime. Moments later, a pretty brunette sat down immediately to my right. Probably in her mid-40s, tall, rocking a shiny maroon cocktail dress and not-fucking-around heels. "I have, from a distance, seen several pregnant men out in the world over the past few years," she began, "but this is the first time I've been able to really meet one. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist coming over here. You look amazing, by the way! How far along are you?" I answer some more of the typical questions, all the while trying to suss out whether hers was a platonic fascination or an erotic one. 

"So you're here alone?" she finally asked, in what I was willing to interpret as a statement of erotic intent. "I'm here with my similarly pregnant wife, and we're looking for a few friends to hang out with." She nodded knowingly. "The wife's pregnant, too, huh? What luck!" I asked if she liked women. "Mmmmm.... honestly, I like pregnant people most of all, female, male... I'm in it for those bellies. Aaaand I don't usually admit that weird shit to anyone, never mind an actual pregnant person. Please allow me to quietly slink away..." I liked her, so I put my hand on her shoulder to signal I'd rather she stayed. I told her not to be embarrassed, that I had a similar fetish, and that finding preggo fetishists is as exciting for us preggos as it is for the fetishists; everyone's a winner. She visibly relaxed, finally introduced herself (Laura,  I think?), and, in short order agreed to meet the wife and, if everyone got along, come home with us for some fun. 

I left Laura at the bar for the moment, and started looking for Annie. I noticed a sort of impromptu circle formation consisting of what looked very much like frat boys, and I instantly knew my wife was at their center. I moved towards the circle, glimpsing Annie from in between two of the dudes. She'd had three hands on her belly at that moment, and, she told me after, she felt like she'd been at the center of a belly rub orgy. It got her off, and her sexuality seemed to seep directly into the young men surrounding her. She was certain she'd successfully seduced every one of those frat boys with her belly and flirting, so, as she stood up to come over to me, she pointed randomly at one of them, seeing if he'd follow her. He followed like a dumb-looking puppy, clearly lusting after my wife from her heels. 

I introduced myself to Annie's new friend, who was, of course, named Chad. I led Annie and Chad back to Laura, and everyone was quickly companionable enough to satisfy the social requirements of a four-way. When I was pregnant with Sam, I had had that MMM three-way sexual encounter (The Belly and The Cock!) with Annie just watching, but that was as close as I'd come to a four-way. Threesomes had become a dime a dozen, but this was an exciting escalation. Another set of genitals was certain to shake things up! 

I drove us all back to the house, as Chad and Laura both seemed a bit buzzed. When we all got inside, Annie took the lead, and we all ended up sitting on our bed together. "I'm sorry, but I really need to see both of your bellies, if you don't mind," Laura blurted out, clearly having held that in with no small difficulty. I quickly obliged, removing both my top and bra. Annie did the same. Laura gawked, her mouth hanging open. We were far from huge, but our bellies certainly protruded significantly, and our darkened pregnancy nipples were a fun little bonus. Actually, just the sight of a pregnant man and pregnant woman (and married!) together was probably making Laura hornier than the physiological details were. Laura put one hand on each of the bed's pregnant bellies, and moaned with delight. "THIS is all I want to do," she declared. "I need to touch and rub the both of you as much as you'll permit, and that's probably what I'm up for tonight, frankly." I liked her candor and the idea of a relatively wholesome four-way, and I said so. Annie agreed, too, but Chad finally spoke up and said he was going to catch an Uber back to his car. 

The three of us were left on the bed, and I was aiming to make some of our fetishist friend's preggo fantasies come true. I asked her exactly what she'd like to do with us. She considered carefully, and answered, “I don’t necessarily need to touch it at all, but I’d really love to at least see your penis. The entirety of you nude, really. I’ve seen a few nude male pregnancy pictures, but they were clinical and wholly unsexy. Your cock…or, penis…” “You can say ‘cock,’” I interject. “Okay…I’d really love to see your cock out and hanging below your bump. I need the full frontal nudity.” I stood, removed my pants and panties in one motion, and laid on my back, my modest bump sticking up an inch or two, my tits a bit further. And, my quickly hardening cock rising to form a right angle to the rest of my torso. Laura was speechless. Annie chimed in, “Anything for me?” Laura breathed in to give herself a moment of consideration, replying “You have amazing breasts. Just…amazing. Can I touch them? Maybe even suck on a nipple for a second?” Annie laughed, “Please, you can do far more than that. And you should definitely touch his dick, he’ll love it and your enthusiasm will probably get him off with minimal effort. If you want the full pregnant male climax experience…”

Laura wordlessly began stroking Annie’s tits, focusing particular attention on the dark nipples. She gently took a nipple and a chunk of the right tit into her mouth, licking Annie’s skin as it approached her tongue. And, now she’s got my erection in her hands, then one hand as the other moves to stroke my belly simultaneously. Again, the rubbing of my pregnant belly simultaneous with the rubbing of my pregnant cock is pretty much my sexual ideal, and seemed to be a recurring theme in my hook-ups. I guess my body lends itself well to these hand positions and urges to touch, and I’m hugely grateful for that. She gets me off after a few minutes, and asks for a tissue for the cum dripping down her knuckles. I take her hand, and stroke her cum-coated knuckles against my baby bump. “Ooohhhhh,” she seemed to let loose the sound inadvertently. This was a level of hotness she couldn’t have anticipated. My pregnant belly was glistening with my own cum, and my dick’s already up to half-mast again. “Let me take care of you,” I softly implore Laura. “No, no, no…” she demurred. “You have no idea how much you’ve given me with this experience. It was truly extraordinary. I already feel like I’ve taken way too much of your time, I should really be on my way.” I finger-banged her on the drive back to the bar. She came twice, not taking her left hand away from massaging my belly under my shirt until we’d arrived at the bar.


MONTH 6

Our. Bumps. Are. Awesome! We are both showing in a serious way at this point, bellies becoming rounder and wider, protruding further and further. No hint of stretch marks on Annie yet, which is hardly surprising given the hours of moisturizing attention she and I have both paid her bump. Her belly button already looks like it’s verging on going outie, which seems a bit premature in our 6th month. She’s probably carrying big, just like I have twice before, and I’m certainly carrying big once again at present. My pregnancies have provided me with steadily bigger bumps. At this point in my 3rd, I could swear I’m a good month’s worth of size bigger than I would have been in my 1st. My current 6th month belly feels (and looks, from photo evidence) almost exactly like my 1st pregnancy’s 7th month belly. I’ve also never lost much of the baby weight I’ve already put on twice before, finally showing up more in my abdominal area this pregnancy, giving my belly a softer and fuller look, in my opinion. I love my fat there, and I really don’t care if I ever lose a pound it. I’ll gladly go male BBW once my extended pregnancy party has ended.

Annie is currently obsessed with her baby’s movement, as at this point in a pregnancy you can feel and see movement in your belly quite easily, even feel it painfully at times. She LOVES those painful kicks to her internal organs, frequently thanking the baby aloud for the affection. If we’re watching TV in the evening, I can almost guarantee that any time you look at her, Annie will be staring at her own bare belly rather than the TV screen. She carefully prods, pokes, and rubs to provoke a response, or even tries to soothe the baby in utero. You can tell when she can feel the baby moving inside her because she usually freezes in place to take it all in, hushing anyone near her that might prove distracting. She doesn’t want to miss a moment of this journey, and I obviously can’t blame her; I’m on my 3rd go-round and still stupidly excited about all the tiny bodily changes and thickening curves I’m experiencing. I remember how my 1st pregnancy felt, and Annie’s ultra-enthused attitude and quirky relationship with her body and baby are perfectly natural. It’s an amazing thing to experience, especially for the first time. Annie’s doing wonderfully, and I’m super proud of her!

Annie’s also an amazing wife because she set up this month’s big sexual escapade for us, and it was one hell of a doozy. We live within driving distance of Las Vegas, and Annie’s been doing research just about every day to try to find a pregnant escort there and compare schedules so we can meet. Saturday night, she hit a jackpot I can still hardly believe exists. The first all-pregnant brothel has officially opened for business! They’ve got both men and women on the payroll, and, obviously, a pretty high turnover rate. They have a “Your Escort WILL Be Showing!” guarantee on an obnoxious radio ad of theirs we found on the brothel’s web site. Annie asked me how many of these visibly pregnant men and women who are professionals at sex I think I can handle in a night. Well, I’ve been feeling pretty confident with my pregnancy horniness still in full swing, so I maybe got a tad overzealous. I told her to book four escorts, two male and two female, for an overnight visit with us. We picked the four out of a set of about 25 full-body photos, Annie picking a man and a woman, and then doing the same myself. They all looked very attractive, so we seemed to make our selections based on belly size, and got the four most massive bumps we could find. I wanted to fuck them all one way or another, and bad. It was good that we were going at 6 months pregnant rather than any later in our gestations. I’m already unwieldy enough for a good chunk of sexual activities, and I know I’ll get increasingly awkward and struggle to control my engorged form more and more over the final trimester. I told her I didn’t even want to know how much the night of escorts was costing, and she agreed that I could be spared that information. We decided it would be our “Pregnancies Present” to ourselves, which is a thing we definitely made up but should really exist, because pregnant couples are great.

We got to the brothel parking lot at 5 in the afternoon last Saturday, an hour before we could begin our night of fun. I’d much rather spend an hour waiting in a car than risk missing any of the time we’d paid for by leaving later in the day. We played stupid games on our phones, both jerked-off surreptitiously while the other served as lookout, rubbed our bellies with coconut oil to make them nice and presentable for our impending friends, and generally tried to hold in our intense excitement. The clock hit 5 minutes to 6, and we decided to grab our bags and go in to start the check-in process, hopefully spending only a few minutes getting settled so that we don’t miss any sexy time. The receptionist at the front desk asked if we had a reservation, and promptly sent us walking to room 13. The room had two gigantic beds, which made sense given the fact that there would be six of us here all night (6 PM - 6 AM). We barely had time to put our bags down before there was a knock at the door. Annie peeked into the peephole, smiled, and opened the door.

Before us were four sublime pregnant figures, and they were all nude. Annie told me later that she’d actually paid a bit extra for the naked entrance, and I think it was worth every penny of however much it cost: it was quite the mind-blowing sight to kick things off. Annie welcomed them into the room, and we stood around for a few minutes introducing ourselves and making a bit of small talk. Annie got fully nude about a minute after they entered, and I felt I had to after that, so we were all shortly on equal footing. Well, we were all wearing the same amount of clothing, anyway, but truly equal footing would be hard to achieve with these people. They were truly gorgeous in person, and all happened to be approximately 8 months along. One of the women was a redhead with a lightly freckled and pendulous bump. The other woman was bleach blonde with a “basketball” belly on her tiny frame that was probably closer to the size of a medicine ball. I could hardly believe she was able to even stand with that thing attached to her, never mind participate in the antics we’d shortly begin! There was a clean-shaven brunette man with a mildly hairy and gigantic globe-shaped belly. His dick was uncircumcised; I’d never dealt with foreskin before, but I was pretty intrigued to check it out. The other guy was blonde with a torpedo belly jutting out at least 18 inches from his abdomen, and it had clearly dropped, making it point right at the floor. I hadn’t dealt with such a perfect torpedo belly, either, and I couldn’t wait to lift it in both hands to feel its heft. The blonde man’s dick didn’t thrill me, but maybe Annie would find something she liked about it. (At this point in the male pregnancy field it barely warrants mentioning due to its prevalence, but both men did have huge, clearly milk-filled tits.) All four of the escorts had the fertility goddess look of boobs hanging onto the top of bumps going on. I love that look, and I really loved the looks of all our new friends…

They told us they frequently start out a session with this many people by coupling up amongst themselves, then inviting us in when things have started happening and we were comfortable entering the fray. Blonde went with blonde to one bed, redhead with brunette to the other. A little heteronormative without even discussing the arrangements, but not a fight I needed to take on during these expensive and sexually explosive hours. Both couples began by rubbing each other’s tits and bellies, then moving down to start some hand-to-genitalia work. Annie waved goodbye to me and walked to the blondes’ bed, jumped on and got handfuls of tit, one from each escort. It was a somewhat awkward entrance, but I was proud of her for getting in there so quickly. It seemed like it was coming up on my turn, and I’d be headed to the other bed, which did contain the man with the uncircumcised cock, so I had that going for me.

The redhead and brunette were slowly and gently rubbing their hands around their own crotches, clearly killing time now as they waited for me to initiate something with them. I finally worked up the nerve and went to sit down with them. I started by rubbing and lightly poking the redhead’s freckled bump, a variant of belly I hadn’t encountered even photographically, somehow. She was soft and supple in both bump and bosom, and it was a pleasure to stroke her skin. She also said mildly kind and encouraging things to me in a quiet voice, which really helped put me at ease in a way I couldn’t quite pinpoint. I guess it makes sense that an escort would have a lot of experience making people comfortable in inherently awkward situations. I turned to the brunette, rubbing his dark brown nipples lightly, running my hand down the front of his belly (nice and firm!), and finally ending up with his cock in my hand. He was semi-hard and quickly hardening further as I began to rub up and down with one hand and very gently play with his foreskin with the other. “This isn’t uncomfortable, is it? I’ve never dealt with foreskin,” I admitted, but he reassured me that I’d really have to put some effort in to hurt any part of his member, and not to worry about it. I took this as an invitation to go at his dick with both hands, really peeling back the foreskin and getting a good look at everything. It was pretty interesting, but not particularly arousing to me.

It was already 6:50, and I hadn’t even had a full-on erection since I jerked off in the parking lot. “Would one of you be kind enough to get me off real quick? I’m feeling a bit backed up,” I said to my bedmates, and they went to work immediately. The brunette worked my belly semi-roughly (in a really hot way) with both hands, pushing my skin in deeply, pushing down on firm spots, you name it. It was fucking great. Meanwhile, the redhead was holding the base of my penis with one hand and massaging my balls with the other, all concurrently with blowing me using the fastest head motion I’d ever seen. i was slightly worried she’d give herself whiplash, but she clearly knew what she was doing, and I pulled out of her moutth and came all over my bump in just a few minutes. She rubbed it into my belly, smiling as it coated the entire bump with its milky glistening. “You do that, too?” I ask excitedly. She laughed sheepishly and nodded.

I told her and the brunette that I needed a moment to collect myself, and spent a few minutes watching Annie’s activities on the other side of the room. She was full on riding the man’s cock while holding up her belly with one hand and holding the woman’s ass close to her face with the other, as Annie sloppily ate her out from behind. Goddamn did she move quickly! Annie moaned loudly as I watched. I’d already heard that sound from her three or four times in the last 20 minutes. Her cum count was dwarfing mine, at least to start.

I’m not going to recap the entire 12 hours of sex and rubbing as it would get boring very quickly, but I did just about everything you could think of with all four of the escorts and my wife, to boot. I got to lift the torpedo belly for a few minutes, and it was incredibly heavy. I made a point of spending a full hour on each bump, fully exploring, rubbing, moisturizing, prodding and generally enjoying every inch of every belly in the room. Those were the best hours of the experience, for me. Calm, relaxing, and reverent in the presence of so many magnificent bumps. I encouraged the escorts to give me a thorough going-over as well, as did Annie. They were happy to do so. The blonde woman confided, after I mentioned mine, that she had a pregnancy fetish, which probably means that she has a hell of a lot of fun in this job, especially with pregnant customers like Annie and me! We had a really great time, and it felt like a very welcome night of bliss and sexual exploration just a few months before the simultaneous arrival of two babies will re-arrange our lives.


MONTH 7

Three pregnancies in, I think I’m ready to declare the 7th month my favorite of the bunch. Huge bump, modest waddle, can still fuck pretty easily…the list goes on. It just feels perfect to me, and I have felt great during all three of my 7th months. Annie is really, really loving her expanding-in-every-direction baby bump, and she shows it the best way she knows how these days: with copious masturbation. She’s spending a decent amount of time in the bedroom with the door closed, enjoying meditating on the impending births and the health of the babies, and just being alone with the presence of her bump. She’s filled with the same reverence for all this that I am, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she leaves this insanely horny pregnancy a convert to the pregnant fetish. She’s certainly enjoying our bodies as much as a fetishist would…

Every October, two towns over there’s a huge and hippy-ish arts festival, with lots of music, vendors, food trucks, petting zoos…everything you’d expect, pretty much. We were debating whether to go this year, as it usually involves a great deal of walking, and walking was not exactly our preferred mode of transportation at the moment. I got winded on the three steps up to our front door yesterday, for Christ’s sake! We’re considering whether we should go, maybe only explore the festivities near the parking lot that would require the least walking. “Oh fuck,” Annie mutters. “What’s wrong?” She turns to me. “Nothing, I just had a really good idea. You know that stupid ‘Free Hugs’ booth the hippies always have going? Why don’t we pay for a booth and do ‘Free Belly Rubs’? We could probably get hundreds of rubs in throughout the day, we’d be able to have a place to sit and rest within the festival…and I’m betting we can rig our booth to have a private little area for our hornier patrons…” Holy shit, was this brilliant! it’s a pregnant exhibitionist’s absolute dream, so, of course, it was directly up our collective alleys. Annie called the festival’s vendor liaison, and we majorly lucked out: Annie called just a few minutes after someone called in a cancellation. Otherwise, we would’ve had absolutely no shot of getting a booth on such short notice, the liaison rather sharply told us.

We needed six folding chairs, two for us and two for either side of both of us, so that we’d be ready to be rubbed by two people simultaneously if the opportunity arose. Having been given the dimensions, I drew a little blueprint of our booth, with scaled down objects to place and arrange inside. I realized we really only needed the front half of the for our six-chair set-up, and drew in some extra walls we could make out of plywood to render whatever happens in the back half of the booth invisible to passersby. We’d put a tent back there with a futon mattress on the ground, increasing privacy and comfort. Now, we had a hook-up spot, and the day became even more exciting knowing we’d probably not only receive hundreds of stranger belly rubs, but also probably be pretty constantly going behind the wall to get busy with some of those strangers. What a day this would be!

On the day, everything went smoothly in setting up our vision for the tent, and from the moment patrons were allowed on the fairgrounds, we had a constant stream of rubbers coming to us, even though there was frequently a line stretched to three or four booths down. People would wait in line to rub a belly! We could’ve managed the crowds a bit better, but we chose instead not to put any sort of time limits on the rubbing sessions. They could touch our bellies for as long as they wanted and/or needed, and we’d share the experience on our own terms, not the crowd’s. We quickly removed two of the chairs, as having four hands rubbing you down for hours became unbearably awkward, and surprisingly sweaty for October (though we are 7 months pregnant, so I guess some heat is to be expected). We had such a steady stream of people interested in rubbing on us that we really couldn’t take anyone into our sex tent, as it would be extremely obvious to all the bystanders. Annie and I would take turns occasionally going back and laying down for a few minutes for our own comfort, but there would be no genitalia jerked, eaten, sucked or fucked in that booth on the day of the fair. A shame.

It would’ve been more disappointing to miss out on the day’s opportunities for sex if the belly rubbing didn’t end up positively transcendent. Once we limited it to one rubber per belly, it felt like we shared truly intimate moments with every single person that took a few minutes to rub a pregnant belly. It’s amazing to commune with people while rubbing the site of new life, in the presence of the life-giving pregnant parent, and just generally existing in the rarefied air of nature’s incredible gestational system, and human ingenuity’s recent breakthrough of the male pregnancy.. Shit, am I sounding like a hippy now?

Oh, Annie’s milk has come in! She’s obsessed with squirting it all over the place, and sometimes sucking it from her own tits during sex. Also, she won’t stop sneaking up on me, taking out a tit, and spraying her milk onto the back of my unsuspecting neck. So…it’s a mixed bag.


MONTH 8

Two enormous near-full-term bumps, one constantly hard cock, one constantly wet pussy, and four leaky tits. We were still horny as all hell, but trying to wrangle all these intensely engorged body parts into a concerted sexual effort was getting harder and harder. We felt the need to cum constantly, but it had to take as little effort as possible. I ordered one of those fancy Fleshlights that runs on battery and does all the pumping and applying of pressure for you once you get your erection in it. I wasn’t too lazy to arouse the ole cock, as all that took at the moment was a few seconds of rubbing on my recently dropped bump (Annie and my bumps dropped on the same day! We both woke up to significantly altered physiques, and could only laugh at how ridiculously in sync our pregnancies are). Once I’ve gotten hard, I lube up a bit, insert my dick into the fun little machine, turn it on, and lay back in anticipation. The pumping works well enough and will consistently get you off, but it takes much longer than jerking yourself off by hand. The effort is far less with the Fleshlight than just about any other method I’ve found, though, so I’ll continue using it when getting hard saps what little energy I have. Annie’s method is to tuck her Hitachi in between her legs and under her gut, with its vibrating head pressed against her vulva. This doesn’t stimulate the clitoris very effectively, but it does stimulate it enough for her to reach orgasm every half hour or so (and she leaves it on and in place for hours and hours on end). A mediocre orgasm every half hour would’ve been a terrifying prospect to the horny-as-fuck first trimester Annie. God, there are so many great stages of pregnancy! All the trimesters are great! Sorry, but I’m just thinking about the early anticipation of growth, the midway energy, and the late massive everything. All are so wonderful in their own way, and so very fleeting. I find myself hoping Annie might experience pregnancy a second time…

Our fucking is currently whatever the opposite of “acrobatic” is called. Sometimes one of us will just lay on our back on the bed, and the other will attempt to try to find a way to connect their genitals to those of the supine party. It’s become more of a game than a sexual strategy, though, as it almost never works sexually, but always leaves us laughing uncontrollably. Our unwieldiness can still amuse us, which is certainly nice. Lining up Annie’s pussy with the edge of the bed and attempting to enter her while standing up hasn’t worked for me for a month, as the two massive bumps simply refuse to occupy the same space at the same time. Even if both of us try to hold our own belly with both hands to move it out of the way, we’re not up to the task of clearing a path for dick to gain entry to pussy. I’d need an extra 4 inches to get the tip in, and an extra 3 on top of that for it to be even marginally satisfying for either of us. I don’t think over-the-counter convenience store penis enhancers are recommended for pregnant folks, so I’m just not getting my dick in my wife that way until these bumps are gone.

With our bellies dropped and frequently hanging right in front of our groins, even oral has become hard. I kneeled in front of Annie a few days ago, and had to use both hands to lift her belly above my head, then tried to stretch my tongue to reach her pussy, and didn’t even come close. Cunt-blocked by her own wondrous baby bump, the very thing that turned us on enough to initiate sex in the first place! Annie can still blow me, but it only really works when we’re not too achy to wiggle our way into the supine-on-the-floor positions it requires of both of us.

We need a third person in this relationship to help facilitate sex between a massively pregnant married couple! Does that exist yet?


MONTH 9

We’re nearing the end, and, as always, I have mixed feelings. The bumps are getting in our way to a ridiculous extent, and it’s not that sexy clumsiness so many fetishists enjoy, but a truly aggravating physical deficiency. I can’t reach most of the stuff in our kitchen drawers, because I just can’t get close enough with my belly sticking two feet out and bumping away anything and everything in its path.

My C-section is scheduled for two weeks from now, 41 weeks. Dr. Lucas’ reasoning being it’s very unlikely for Annie not to have given birth by that point, and it would help us a lot not to have simultaneous labors (though I’m sure we’d both get off on that!). On the plus side of being pregnant for a whole bonus excruciating week, I will most assuredly reach my biggest size yet. This is without question the biggest I’ve carried yet, and waiting longer for the C-section can only allow for more growth. It’s going to be epic, and I’m hoping to make another body cast of my torso the night before the surgery. Just thinking about making a prosthetic silicone belly from a cast of the apotheosis of my enormity is getting me hard right now, but I am too goddamn lazy and cumbersome to do anything about it. Make me horny as all hell and then take away my physical ability to do anything about it? Full-term pregnancy fucking blows sometimes. But goddamn am I hot in that mirror…


EPILOGUE

Two days ago, Annie gave birth the classic, vaginal way to our first son, Chris! They just got home a few hours ago, and both mother and baby are currently sleeping. My C-section is only three days from now, and I am substantially bigger than I’ve ever been, and am looking and feeling more like a swollen mess than a curvaceous fertility goddess. My tits still rest on my belly like a fertility goddess’, but they really had no other choice in the matter, as the belly is taking up about as much of the space around my abdomen as it possibly could without my skin rupturing. “About to pop” was an odd expression to me until the last few weeks. Now I get it. I can’t imagine I’ve got that much abdominal elasticity left, and I need this boy out of me ASAP! I’m still weighing whether to have Dr. Lucas remove the synthetic uterus while he’s delivering the baby. It feels like a part of me after nurturing three of my babies, but just leaving it in indefinitely has no research behind it, and could end up being really bad. I’d hate to be done with pregnancies and have to come in for another major surgery, though. It’s complicated…

Thanks to Dr. Lucas’ judicious scheduling, I was able to be present for the whole of Chris’ birth, and it was an amazing experience, and pretty erotic for both of us. Whenever the nurses and doctors had left the room during the labor, Annie would immediately start to rub one out. Orgasms are a great and safe painkiller for labor, and release plenty of tension and anxiety to boot. Seeing my wife strapped in to all the medical equipment, helpless as her body marches through the process of pushing out this kid, I’m deeply aroused. The loss-of-control-of-one’s-body pregnancy fetish angle doesn’t always thrill me, but seeing this in person, and having it sexualized by Annie jerking off all the time, I get hard as fuck every hour or two, excusing myself to the bathroom to rub my dick between my belly and the cleanest wall I can find in the handicapped stall. So, I’d say the whole vaginal birthing process was sexy, miraculous, gross, and joyful. Quite the experience.

As Annie was able to carry Chris to term in her synthetic uterus but deliver him through her very natural vagina, there wasn’t an easy opportunity for Dr. Lucas to remove the synthetic. We talked about it, and she’ll be keeping it in for the time being. Having known and experienced her horny pregnant ass for 9 months, I’m thinking she’ll be able to hold out for about a month before she starts begging Dr. Lucas for her next embryo. The lady truly loves being pregnant.

Oh, I gave away the gender of my belly buddy up there, didn’t I?…Oops! I’ll be delivering our second son, Max. He’s currently head-first digging into my pelvic floor, making me constantly feel phantom bathroom urges. You get to the toilet and nothing needs to come out…and do you know how goddamn difficult it is to get to the bathroom, never mind navigating your way onto the toilet?! God, this son of mine is not off to a great start with his father.

Good pregnancies to you all!

-Jarred
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Bumpjoblover45
This is one of the best stories I’ve read on here! Great job! I hope to read more of your stuff in the future!
gettinitdunn006
(November 27, 2020, 1:24 am)Bumpjoblover45 This is one of the best stories I’ve read on here! Great job! I hope to read more of your stuff in the future!
Thanks, Bumpjoblover!! More to come soon....

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