“Mpreg Gay Romance M M Shifter Mpreg Stories”

Jump up ^ Sagebakken, Gry; Ingrid Ahnesjo; Kenyon B. Mobley; Ines Braga Goncalves; Charlotta Kvarnemo (2009-11-25). “Brooding fathers, not siblings, take up nutrients from embryos”. Proceedings of the Royal Society B. 277 (1683): 971–977. doi:10.1098/rspb.2009.1767.

Blake Sanderson is a punk. An alpha wolf with no responsibilities. Watching the world from the street corners, he thinks he’s immune to trouble. All that changes when he crosses a feral wolf who will do anything to put him down. And now there’s this omega named Josh, carrying the weight of the world in his eyes, telling him they’re supposed to be mates…

Love this series. Shifters and mpreg are always great stories. Rowan finds the well and sees Derrick! He is living a dangerous life when he meets Derrick. Of course things run the way they do and Derrick is pregnant and Rowan is in trouble. HEA for all.

As I said before, I understand, to some readers mpreg is strange. To picture a man waddling with a large stomach, it cannot be real or conceivable. But I ask the same question isn’t that what fiction and fantasy are? And to add another question isn’t the writer’s job to make it believable? And my answer is yes. Our job as the writer is to keep the reader engaged in the story we are telling that reading about a man getting pregnant is nothing but an everyday occurrence.

Another contraction made him stop and bear down again, pushing hard to birth his young. The egg was pushed out a little more, revealing more and more of it’s girth as it stretched his anus painfully. He cried out at the burning of being stretched in both his anus and vagina as his baby crowned in his vagina.

It’s almost as much of a miracle when Cas gets him to sit up against a pile that consists of every single pillow they could find in the bunker, but when Cas reaches for the stretchy jeans (Dean’s banned the use of the word “maternity”) haphazardly thrown onto the edge of the bed, Dean just groans even more, burying himself into Cas’ shoulder and hefting whatever body part he physically can over his husband.

As he bore down hard, he groaned through gritted teeth until he was screaming as the head of his baby came down to crown. “Nnngh… Gyah!!” He cried out. The head was nearly crowned and the egg was still bulging his anus as it continued to crown further. “I-I can’t…!” He gasped, catching his breath.

I take a paper plate from the stack we keep in the corner and put on a few grapes, three saltine crackers, and a cold slice of leftover pizza. I then fill one of the red solo cups with water, feeling a tiny bit dehydrated. I bring my food over to the same spot I sat in last time, with the plate in one hand and the cup in the other. 

“G-Get it out then!” Francis shouted, writhing in the water. “I don’t care..haa…reach in and the fucker out if you have to!” He swore loudly, feeling his opening start to split and bleed as the baby forced itself out.

Adam felt his stomach hating that he could feel each of the eggs underneath his skin, before noticing some were tiny and others big. Wanting to ask again Adam had to know the answer, “How big…do …they get???”

And then one night Cas gets tired of waiting for Dean to admit it and scootches over next to Dean in bed and asks, “Do you want another baby?” and immediately Dean’s on the defensive like “No why would I want to carry around another freaking bowling ball for nine months”

He groaned as his finger felt a smooth, hard surface. An egg! He could feel the tip, it was definitely an egg. He groaned and pulled his finger back, gripping some rocks now. He bore down and spread his legs as he did, groaning as the egg moved down his anus further. It was far slower than his baby’s progress though.