“Mpreg Male Pregnancy M M Shifter Mpreg Stories”

Summary: Ikki sees about a new contest in town, and the prize is too irresistible. So he enlists the help of his lover Kyo to win the prize! However, Kyo isn’t too thrilled to find his lover plans to fatten him up in order to win the prize!
The blond bore down, a yell ripping from his throat. He held his belly, digging his nails into it. He gasped for breath after pushing, but was forced to stop as another contraction hit him and he had to push again. He threw his head back and wailed.
Castiel and Dean now sat in the Heaven with the celestial beings. Dean still couldn’t believe that there were two nor could he believe what he was seeing. Their forms which were like shimmering sunshine.
Finley Cooper is tired of waiting for his destined mate to be ready to claim him. In deference to human laws, he’s already agreed to wait until he’s 18. But now his birthday has come and gone-and his mate has a new set of excuses. Finley doesn’t understand it any more than his wolf does, and he’s beginning to wonder if fate made a mistake.
Erin is a small, fragile and terribly shy. He can’t be in a crowd without freaking out, everyday he has to face his tormentor jacob. On top of that he has to hell- I see home where he is beaten and tortured with only one friend Julia who does not know what goes on and his family is hiding something from him. Then this new guy named josh comes into town and takes a certain interest into Erin. But he hides something that will change Erin’s life forever. while Erin’s hiding big himself.
          Galadra panted as another contraction seized her swollen belly. Pushing accomplished nothing, no matter how hard the tip of her massive egg ground against her cervix. She had been in labor for 5 hours, the last two of those were spent straining and pushing in vain. The witch had induced a quick labor given that after only 3 hours Gala was fully dilated. The healers and midwives did everything in their power to help the princess lay the egg. From squatting to kneeling to a bath of warm water, no position budged the egg from it’s resting place. Their magic was powerless as well. No amount of spells or chants reduced the egg
Lol yes but I couldn’t be bothered thinking of a more inclusive term since all types of twisted relationships happen in HP fanfiction. I once read a Dumbledore/Dobby pairing, very explicit and all sorts of weird, technically both males but, meh. I’m not going to think about it.
When John Wells is called to Washington, he’s sure it’s to investigate the carnage in Dallas, but it isn’t. The former CIA director, now president, Vinnie Duto has plenty of people working in Texas. He wants Wells to go to Colombia. An old asset there has information to share – and it will lead Wells to the deadliest mission of his life.
Castiel flinched at Dean’s scream and instantly straightened up, “Dean, you need to lie still,” Castiel said, his voice drowned by Dean’s cries. The angel quickly grabbed the sides of Dean’s face and wanted to freeze up again when he saw the liquid grace tears streaming down his lover’s face.
Ben almost collapses. Hux insists that Ben Solo is not the child’s father, Kylo Ren is but Ren is dead, speaking through watery eyes, fighting back the tears that want to fall in grief for his lost lover and his lost child.
He grunted and tried to find a spot that wasn’t so bad, but in the end he was sitting at an almost sideways angle to keep his stomach from being squeezed as badly. “I don’t know how nice this is so far…” He mumbled, glancing to Noir whom sat comfortably across from him, his lean body not giving him the least bit of discomfort.
The book is appropriately named because the courtship of Vale and Jason is slow. They have to follow the rules of being bonded. I was starting to struggle with reading it because I feared author had limited the possible outcomes. This was not the case. The omega rights and restrictions reminded me of battles we humans have had and are continuing to fight.
Falling forward onto his hands and knees, the alien mewled and put his chin to his chest as he bore down, the two eggs inside his anus struggling to be pushed out at the same time. His swollen stomach rubbed the cool floor, his sweater having rolled up to reveal his large shiny sphere-like belly.
The poltergeist shrugged and chuckled, kissing Dionysus’ forehead after moving his bangs to the side. “Oh, we’ll think of something. For now, why don’t we work on another batch?” He grinned wickedly, his hand dropping between the alien’s legs.
The first time it happened was after the Eclipse Gate was destroyed. Their lives were complicated as it got. Their lives were constantly on the line, their schedules were different and their feelings were conflicted. Holding each other close was easy, simple.
Then he hurried over to the bathroom, picking up both swaddled babies from the floor and returning to the bedroom, laying them on the large bed next to their bearer. Francis moaned and wriggled weakly on the bed. His strength was spent. Francis threw an arm over his forehead and inhaled sharply as another contraction rolled over him. He was so tired. All he wanted was to sleep, and erase the last four hours. He turned his head and gasped loudly when his muscles tensed again, biting into the duvet to muffle his cries. Niso sat on the bed and watched him, gripping at his hand lightly now. There wasn’t anything he could do but sit there with him. Sighing, he shook his head, wondering when Francis would next give birth and how many more he’d be having. Francis buried his face in the pillow. His soft cries became more urgent as he curled in on himself, clutching his heaving abdomen. His insides felt like they were being ripped open. “Nnnggh..!”With the next contraction he squeezed Niso’s hand, hard enough to bruise. His back arched off the bed as the baby suddenly shifted and the horrible pressure in his pelvis returned. Francis groaned and rubbed his stomach furiously, feeling his muscles seize and contract against his will. This was not his body anymore; he had no control. Niso gritted his teeth but didn’t say anything, allowing Francis to squeeze his hand. “Is it coming yet?” He asked, frowning as he watched Francis continue to writhe on the bed. Using his free hand, Niso tried to keep the other’s legs spread wide, hoping the nightmare would be over soon with the final birth or births. Francis whined, struggling to loose himself from the covers. He wanted to be on all fours but his legs were tangled and plastered to the bedsheets by sweat and birth fluids. He rolled over to his side and looked at Niso. “N-Need to get up..” Francis managed to gasp out before he concentrated on his breath. This time the pain was so strong it felt like knives were being twisted inside his gut. He latched onto Niso’s arm and tried to haul himself upwards, wheezing, when suddenly his stomach clenched and a gush of fluids splashed down his legs. Francis shuddered. “AHHHHHHHHHHH…!”