Which MPREG Book Shall I Write Next?

I have several fragments – micro-stories that could become a full-fledged novel if there is interest.

The following fragments focus on male pregnancy. Peter’s male pregnancy is different from the modern style. He focused on anatomy and real possibilities for male birth. He did not have any aliens or tentacles. He wrote about tenderness but also conflict – against society, between partners, and internal doubts.

In the third trimester, it can be hellish.

If you see a fragment below that piques your interest, I invite you to contact me with the number you would love to see turned into a novel. Peter is just me, a writer hiding behind a fictional persona, so the possibilities are endless.

1. “I got you what?”

Cooper blushed. “Pregnant.”

Jack said, “Why sit around in your boxers? Shouldn’t you get rid of it?”

Cooper was hurt. “Your son is growing inside my dick. Look how big he’s gotten.”

Cooper hauled out the heavy monster. Jack’s jaw hit the floor.

2. “What’s the problem?”

Milo unzipped to show the doctor.

“Holy Christ! Nurse! Bring the Ultrasound.”

As he ran the cold metal over Milo’s swollen member, it moved like an alien was inside.

The doctor dropped the ultrasonic wand. “You’ve got a baby in there.”

3.      Anal birth soccer game:

      I.         Your teammates hold you down

     II.         The captain spits on your hole

   III. Your whole team helps the captain to push it inside you

   IV.         You have to hold it until the first goal is scored for your team

    V.         Bonus points for shitting it out on the Jumbotron

4.     Brad rubbed his bulging belly, pregnancy hormones raging. He was horny and had the room to himself. With one hand on his belly and the other down his shorts, he fantasized about all the huge cocks he could take after he gave birth. Three months seemed too long to wait.

5.     Cooper could barely walk. His cock was huge and misshapen because of the baby. The baby kicked; Cooper leaked milk. The second kick came moments later. It hurt so bad he had to hold his cock in his hands to rock the embryo to sleep. He wasn’t ready to be a father.

6.     Doug felt sick.

“Dad, my belly hurts!”

Bill shouldn’t have fucked his son. Now Doug was about to learn how men were born in the Cantu family. Bill watched, helpless, as his son went from chubby to fully pregnant in seconds. Buttons popped and flew. Doug cried in pain.

7.     How to Prepare for Anal Birth:

      I.         Stretch daily with massive anal sex

     II.         Have a colostomy as soon as possible

   III.         Avoid fiber

   IV.         Douche regularly.

    V.         Use government-issue birthing dildos to permanently widen the rectum and loosen the recto-sigmoid junction.”

8.     Lucas grabbed his favorite flannel shirt, forgetting that he was eight months pregnant. It wouldn’t button. He wished he knew who the father was. He needed to buy him Big and Tall clothing for his pregnant body. His nipples leaked milk as he put on a tight t-shirt instead.

9.     Milo held the Polaroid, doing his best to smile in the mirror. He wanted to sell these Polaroids for a lot of money. There’s creeps out there who would pay a fortune to see his massive pregnant dick. Milo was broke; he had to think of the baby’s future.

10. My water broke. Slim’s arms around my pregnant belly provided solid comfort. He was a cutthroat wolf on my first day when he impregnated me. Now he’s my rock, protector, and baby daddy. Tomorrow morning, after his early release, the wolves will circle again.

11. Now that I was in my third trimester, my body began to protest. My pecs were sore and swollen with milk. My nipples hurt. My belly was stretched too tight. I craved junk food but felt nauseous if I ate it. Still, I wouldn’t trade fatherhood and childbirth for anything.

12. Once the technology was there, science pushed it farther. It wasn’t enough that men could give birth; the overlords needed more subjects in less time. The gestation period went from nine months to less than a week. Soon, men were churning out babies in record time.

13. Sam practiced holding in his belly to hide the baby growing inside. If the guys on his team knew what he and his Daddy had done, they would run him out of town. It was no use. Holding in his belly only showed the outline of his baby brother growing inside him.

14. Waves of peristalsis pushed the baby to my anal canal. My wife squeezed my hand. I crowned. It wasn’t easy, but it was going to happen. I bore down to force the baby further along. My sphincter flew open, and the baby popped out like a salmon on a fishing boat.


15. Kimo was unprepared for the baby’s arrival. He had no money, no boyfriend, and he hadn’t had sex for weeks, so his hole was tight. If he was going to survive childbirth, he needed to practice. He started with regular anal beads, then graduated to king-sized.


16. My belly’s so big, I can’t get dressed. I’m naked, barefoot, and pregnant. Nine months ago, Tyler left his demon seed in my ass and vanished in the wind. My baby will only ever know one of his fathers – me. I would go to a hospital, but they’ll only lock me away.


17. My muscles softened when I got pregnant. Tyler left his demon seed in my ass months ago and vanished in the wind. My baby will only ever know one of his fathers – me. I would go to a hospital, but they’d only lock me away. Pregnancy isn’t for pussies.


18. Sitting upright, I couldn’t see my cock because my swollen belly was in the way. The cock felt shorter – probably the fat pad on my pubic bone was to blame. Pregnancy weight gain is no joke. I shot cum between my ankles on the floor.


19. The bodybuilder grimaced, forcing the billiard balls out of his muscle butt one at a time. The doctor tugged at Paul’s sleeve.

“You see that? Anal birth is going to feel so much worse.”

Paul’s mouth went dry. The baby kicked. What had he gotten himself into?

20. I felt his warm jizz against my sigmoid colon. Then I felt a strange, tingling sensation. I looked at the demon, mouth open, gaping like a fish to fight the terrible pain from his huge cock. Was his sperm so strong that I could feel it swimming inside me?

“What’s happening to me?”

He smiled, “You’re carrying my child now.”

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