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whose baby?
cw-mpreg, step incest, cumflation and unconscious sex
i tried to hide it, i really did but when your step brother, step dad and uncle are pump multiple loads into your boy cunt whenever they get a chance to even whip their cock out, your bound to slip up!!
i think they noticed on my birthday, my step bro snuck into my room at about 2 am while i was fast asleep and woke me up sliding his massive member into my (at this point) relatively unused hole, this was the first time we acted on our obvious attraction to each other and we really made up for lost time! we fucked every which way you can think of and more (the only common thread being him cumming deep inside of me) by 8 am i looked at least 4 months pregnant. i lay on my back one of my hands resting on my bloated gut while my step bro kissed me good bye before tip toeing back into his room, its good he did it when he did because not even 5 minutes later my DILF of a step dad snuck in…
i had only just fallen asleep due to exhaustion when he slowly crept to my bed and slid his erect veiny member down my unconscious throat which obviously woke me right up but i gratefully sucked his cock dry, id had a crush on him since i was 9 and id been dreaming of this since i was 12! again he fucked sucked and blasted me for what felt like a blissful age until 10:30 before he too snuck out my room leaving me now looking like a 6 month pregnant boy, my globe of a belly contrasting my boney and twinky frame u blushed as my cock twitched bouncing of the base of my mountain stomach. i sat there rubbing my tight and uncomfortable belly dozing myself off to sleep before my mum and step dad and bro storm in with my presents, i scramble to put on an over sized hoodie to hide from my step bro and mum my stomach growth since they last saw me.
after finding my baggiest clothes the rest if my family came over and my mums sisters husband was giving me the funny eyes all day eventually he managed to “borrow” me from everyone to give me his…own present. he pulled me in to a deep and aggressive kiss before rubbing his erect cock on my sensitive belly button causing my knees to buckle and my cock to twitch while my cunt nearly drowned itself in juices. before i knew it my uncle was balls deep in me pounding load after load after load into my constantly swelling tummy. my once loose and massive shirt now clung snugly to the circumference of my planet stomach, i waddled back into the dining room to be met by quizzical looks from the rest of my family, i managed to explain it off as indigestion.
after this nearly every morning my step bro and step dad poured their endless loads into my swelling womb leaving me in a constant state of bloating and uncomfortably and whenever my uncle got a second alone with me he more than made up for lost time for not living with me, understandably thsi endless sea of cum lead to a pregnancy…
i waddled into my bedroom my stomach stretched beyond what i thought possible already i couldn’t help but stress about how big id get when my babies grew i decided to come clean to all three of the daddies and so i asked them individually to meet in the lounge while my mum and aunty went out to a play.
i sat on the biggest chair in the lounge unable to see my knees from over my gargantuan tummy as it gurgled and groaned under the immense amount of spawn pushing against its womb walls, my step dad and brother were of course first to arrive but my uncle did soon follow suit, and quicker than i could have ever imagined the tables werent only turned but completely flipped!
they explained their master plan, theyd take it in turns to blow the fattest loads they could into me after they each admitted to eachother i needed breeding to stop being such a problem child so they agreed theyd take charge of the issue themselves and they werent planing on stopping turns out they each loved having their own swelling submissive breeding machine
…how big will these big boys make my tummy grow?
Arab uncle drains his nephew
Samir yawned and stretched as he got out of bed, his dusky olive skin contrasting against the crisp white of his cotton thobe. At 45, the Lebanese father of three was starting to feel his age. He caught a glimpse of himself in the ornate gilt-framed mirror and sighed. While he'd never been a large man, his formerly lean physique was starting to soften, his stomach rounding out above his sirwal and his arms losing their wiry tone.
"Yallah, I need to start exercising again," he muttered to himself, stroking his neatly trimmed beard.
As he headed to the bathroom, he nearly collided with a wall of tawny muscle. His nephew Tariq, who was staying with them for the summer, loomed in the doorway, his skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat from his morning prayers and calisthenics. The 20-year-old was an absolute Adonis, his tall, powerful frame packed with perfectly sculpted brawn, straining the seams of his sleeveless white thobe. His traditional red and white shemagh was slightly askew, untamed black curls peeking out, framing his striking aquiline features and smoldering dark eyes.
"Sabah al-khair, 'Ammu Samir," Tariq rumbled in his deep, resonant baritone, his voice rich with the musical cadence of Levantine Arabic. "You look like you could use some cardamom coffee to put some pep in your step, old man. I know your constitution isn't what it used to be."
Samir flushed, biting back a retort. "Shukran, but I think I can manage," he said stiffly. It was just good-natured ribbing, he told himself, even as he felt a pang of envy at Tariq's effortless virility. What he wouldn't give for a taste of that youthful power and vigor.
As he brushed past Tariq into the bathroom, their bare arms touched. Instantly, Samir felt a jolt of electricity crackle through him. He gasped, bracing himself against the marble sink as a wave of dizziness washed over him. In the mirror, he swore his reflection was... changing?
Before his eyes, the soft flab melted off his frame. His midsection tightened, hints of abs peeking through the gap in his thobe. His arms and legs regained the lean, wiry musculature of his youth, his biceps filling out the sleeves of his undershirt. His slouched shoulders straightened and broadened, his posture improving to project a newfound confidence. He looked robust, vital, like a man ten years younger.
Tariq suddenly shuddered in the mirror behind him and Samir startled. Was his nephew slouching? Samir could have sworn that he used to be eye level with the boy's plump pecs, but now he was staring right into their center.
"Mashallah, 'Ammu, looking good," Tariq said, clapping a massive paw on Samir's newly sturdy shoulder. "A few months training with me and inshallah, you'll be almost as big and strong as your nephew, eh?"
He threw Samir a wink and sauntered out, his sandaled feet nearly cracking the marble tile with each heavy step. Samir shook his head wryly. Tariq had always been a big boy - clearly took after his father's side. Perhaps with this newfound energy, he would take the young man up on his offer to get back in shape.
...
A few days later, Samir found himself in the makeshift gym in the garage, spotting Tariq as he benched a truly prodigious amount of weight, grunting Arabic encouragements. Tariq's performance was flagging slightly, his reps slower and more labored than last week. He was still monstrously strong, but perhaps not the utterly untouchable mountain of power he'd been before.
As they racked the weights and sat up, Tariq's sweaty arm brushed Samir's... and again, that electric jolt, that head rush. Samir watched in awe as his own arms seemed to swell before his eyes, his biceps and triceps growing, pulsing with vascular striations. His shoulders broadened, stretching his sweat-soaked sleeveless tee. Pectoral muscles barreled out above his tight six-pack, two brawny slabs of beef heaving with new mass.
It was as if he'd gained 20 lbs of muscle on the spot. He looked like he lifted seriously now, his frame dense with carved, powerful sinew and brawn. Tariq, on the other hand, while still unquestionably huge and imposing, seemed slightly... diminished. A little shorter, a tad less impossibly broad and thick. He looked more like the biggest, buffest guy at the mosque now rather than an avatar of masculine perfection.
"Wallahi, 'Ammu!" Tariq exclaimed, a note of surprise and something almost like unease creeping into his usually unflappably cocky tone. "What's your secret? I swear you get bigger by the day!"
Samir just smirked and flexed a bulging bicep, feeling a thrill as he watched his nephew's gaze widen with shock and awe at the size and definition. "Maybe you've been slacking on the halal meat, son," he teased. "Need to get more protein to maintain those gains."
Tariq just laughed, but there was a strained quality to it, his dark eyes flickering with an unsettled light. "We'll see, old man. Race you to the shisha lounge?"
He took off, and if his stride was a bit less than its usual loping, ground-devouring, leg-powered swagger, Samir didn't comment. He followed at an easier pace, enjoying the unfamiliar heft and solidity of his new, enhanced muscles. Something had shifted between them, and they could both feel it.
...
A week later, Samir woke up feeling like a new man. No, like a king, a titan, a conqueror of old. He practically bounded out of bed, 250 lbs of densely packed, heavily striated Arab muscle quivering and flexing with coiled power. He felt invincible, brimming with vitality, virility, and masculine energy straining to be unleashed.
He caught sight of himself in the mirror and had to stifle a shout of triumphant joy. He was magnificent, his tall, heroically proportioned body an anatomy chart of musculature, all broad planes and deep cuts and hulking, vein-streaked brawn. His thobe had ridden up as he slept, exposing a mastodon cock throbbing half-mast against his deeply corrugated abs, a thick, wrist-thick pillar of pride and potency. His heavy balls churned visibly in their overstuffed sack, swollen with seed and the sacred essence of a true alpha.
"Allahu akbar," Samir breathed reverently. He was a living incarnation of the male ideal now, a pinnacle of strength and virility that surpassed any man he had ever known - including, he realized with a dark thrill, his nephew Tariq. He could feel it in his gigantic, steel-cable muscles, his raging monsoon of testosterone-fueled might - he was the dominant one now, the apex predator. Tariq had nothing on him anymore.
As if on cue, there was a tentative knock on the door. "'Ammu Samir?" came Tariq's voice, reedy and thin in contrast to the booming bass Samir remembered. "I, uh, I think there may have been a mixup with our clothes at the laundry. I seem to have shrunk out of a lot of mine somehow..."
"Faddal," Samir called, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that vibrated through his cavernous chest. Enter.
The boy who slunk through the door was barely recognizable as the swaggering erotic demigod of a few weeks ago. Oh, he was still handsome enough in a coltish, pretty boy way, with an athletic swimmer's build, but next to Samir's towering, mega-muscled hypermasculinity he looked downright scrawny. His eyes widened to saucers and his full lips parted in an audible gasp as he took in his uncle's massive, naked body, his gaze immediately drawn to the throbbing log of manflesh sitting heavily atop Samir's deeply ribbed washboard midsection.
"M-Maa shaa' Allah, 'Ammu," Tariq stammered, face flushed, a visible tenting rising in his loose sirwal. "You... what... I mean... Subhan Allah, you're enormous..."
"Alhamdulillah," Samir purred, flexing his planetoid biceps with a low growl of power, his pecs and lats flaring out even wider, his cock jumping and pulsing against his abs. "What's wrong, little one? Never seen a real man before? Intimidated to be in the presence of your true alpha uncle?"
Tariq made a small, choked noise, his eyes glazing over with lust and worship, his lithe body trembling. The boy was clearly in thrall to Samir's extreme muscularity, the raw sexual power and masculinity rolling off him in waves. He looked ready to fall to his knees and service his supreme elder on the spot.
"Don't worry, nephew. You'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with your new place," Samir rumbled, voice thick with sadistic amusement, reaching out to roughly palm Tariq's pretty face with one huge, calloused mitt. "Wallahi, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. By the time I'm done with this little zakar of yours, you'll be my perfect little eromenos. The only thing that overactive aql of yours will be able to think about is worshipping your 'Ammu's ripped, massive body."
Slowly, almost tenderly, he pushed his thumb into Tariq's slack mouth, making the boy gag and sputter as he forced it in up to the knuckle.
"Shh, shh, just submitted," Samir crooned darkly as Tariq's eyes bulged and watered, weakly trying to pull away. "Salim and accept your place, little one. You're going to become very familiar with parts of 'Ammu much bigger than this."
And with his other hand, he reached down and grabbed the root of his titanically engorged manhood, slowly, almost lovingly smacking his nephew's spit-slick cheek with the girthy, vein-ravaged shaft.
"Mmm, such a pretty little face," he groaned, his voice a low Arabic growl. "Going to look even better stretched around my horse cock. Open up, 'azizi. Your new life as 'Ammu's sharmuta starts now."
And with that, he pulled his thumb out only to replace it with the blunt, leaking head of his inhumanly huge erection, groaning in pure alpha male bliss as he watched his nephew's throat visibly distend and bulge obscenely around his girth.
Oh yes, this was going to be very good indeed, Samir thought as he prepared to orally break in his new fuck toy. And it was only the beginning of Tariq's training to be the perfect submissive receptacle for his dominant alpha seed...
Missing this little devil @nicola1290 @linz_thom #nephew #uncle #uncledisney #disneyuncle #instalife
Got to see this little guy tonight and he was smiling every time I took a selfie and saying "cheese" #cheese #smile #selfie #uncle #nephew #christmassmile #christmashappy #christmasselfie #gayuncle #happylife #christmaslife #festiveseason #gaylife #christmasiscoming
Wee champ and I getting a selfie. Not seen him in ages @linz_thom #nephew #uncle #gayuncle #gaylife #newtoys #cars #smiles #instaselfie #instalife #happyday https://www.instagram.com/p/BnwdBn-lzoA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7di5guu253e2
Unwanted Visitor
Tw - csa;
I melted down today.
My uncle who decided to stick his tongue down my throat when I was 13, and asked me if I wanted to fuck my uncle is coming to visit. And staying with my parents. I currently live with my parents.
My folks were not aware of the shit he did. My mother asked me how I felt about him coming and i said that I didn't know. Then in a moment of .... Fucking ... Something i told her he'd been ' inappropriate ' with me. And i would not be staying with him while he was there.
She responded by insisting i talk about what happened - I didn't. And when I said I was a little girl she said " well, you weren't that little... "
I.... Cant. I have barely enough cranial to deal with one crisis. I cannot handle another situation now.
I also haven't worked through this one at all with a therapist. It was buried real deep. REAL DEEP. Under a great deal of shame - because i think i told him that i did, i may have flirted back and feel somewhere that this was something I had asked for.
Fucked up relationships with men? Gosh, wonder where that came from...
My pervert uncle is still here; it's been a month.
Confession: The muscle memory of being constantly on edge I'm fairly certain is causing me to regress. As in reverting to hating myself and contemplating unblocking him sort of regression.
I am just, so tired.
Tension
My uncle the Pedophile left today.
Every part of me is exhaling.
#arthur spent 2 hours openly bisexual then promptly returned to the closet
I had found these really cute bases on Pinterest and after discussing it with @rogue0ni we found that they match a certain 3 characters from My Hero Academia. So here is Number 1 with All Might and a young Calli (as I can't create characters at the drop of a hat XD) His shading was really hard, hopefully I will get better as I progress, I save the best till last. #art #illustration #sketch #sketchbook #promarkers #line #shading #myheroacademia #bokunoheroacademia #allmight #toshinoriyagi #eraserhead #aizawashouta #presentmic #hazashiyamada #mha #bnha #fanart #dad #uncle #cute #child #carry #hug #anime #manga
Bad Day - Dean Winchester
Dean Winchester x daughter reader
Warnings: Angst-ish
Word count: 737
Summary: Dean is feeling like giving up Reader talks to him trying to cheer him up a little and make him feel less like he’s alone
Authors Note: based off of “sometimes I feel like giving up. Then I remember I’ve got a lot of people to pissoff.”
Masterlist
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“Where’s Dean?” I walked into the kitchen to get lunch. Even though it’s like 2 in the afternoon, but it’s hard to tell time in the bunker.
“Your dad is moping in his room.” Sam answered looking over to me
“Do you know why?” I asked my uncle. Who of course was making rabbit food for lunch.
“No, just that he grabbed a case of beer and a sandwich, he hasn’t left his room since.” he gave a tight lipped smile
“Ok” I replied as I let out a deep breath and headed down the hall towards my dad’s room.
After of course getting food.
Once I got to Deans room I knocked on the door. I heard a silent ‘come in’ and opened the door.
He has his back kind of turned so he doesn’t see the doorway, where I’m standing.
“Sam how many times do I have to tell you I don’t want your idea of a meal.” he said putting his face in his hands, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees.
“Well I agree with you there, But I’m not Sam.” I responded biting my lip to contain my smile. Funny he thought I was Sam and gonna force him rabbit food.
“Hey kiddo” Dean said looking over shocked to see it was me
“Hey, Why you hold up in your room?” I asked him as I entered the threshold
“Felt like it” he shrugged
“Oh come on! You forget, I’m your kid, and we” I pointed between us “are exactly alike, so I know that's not it.”
He smiled slightly, nodding a little.
“Yeah, yeah we are just a like” he agreed
“So, tell me what’s up” i sat down next to him. As he moved to sit on the floor. I nudged him with my shoulder.
“Just - just not a good day”
“Bad day?” I asked looking at him. When he nodded. So I continued. Hoping I wasn’t pressing him to hard.But if he isn’t going to talk to Sam I hope he will maybe talk to me “What happened?”
“Sometimes this life, it’s just a lot. All the losing people and all the dying. It takes a toll… Never wanting to let people in because just by knowing you they could get killed. Then living with that. Its just a lot.” he let out trying to hold back most of his tears. Looking anywhere but me. Probably to not seem weak.
“I get that, I really do actually. And I’m not just saying that to try and relate.” I started. His head snapped to me, looking confused.
“I’ve uh lost a lot of friends, to the point were I don’t even try making any anymore. I’ve lost people to monsters that I considered family. . . before I met you and Sam. Yeah you guys lose people to - I still lose people being with you guys. But you’ve always had Sam. That makes things a little more bearable, right?” I told him. He hasn't been in my life for more than 5 months. So I knew that all this new information probably shocked him. Hell were still getting to know each other.
“Your right. Having Sam has made things better.” he admitted
“Through all the shit?” I giggled
“Yes, through all the shit.” he smiled but looked at me seriously “I’m sorry kid, about all you went through before you found us, and before we found you.”
“Its alright. I have you guys now. And I’ve met some awesome people through you guys.” I smiled at him before looking forward again.
“Plus I’ll always he here for you. You know that right?” he asked me, nudging me with his leg to get my attention.
“Yeah” I smiled turning to look at him. “I know”
Sam and Dean take care of family. An family don’t end with blood. I could tell he was still a little down so I nudged him back. And he turned to look at me.
“Hey, sometimes I feel like giving up. Then I remember I’ve got a lot of people to pissoff.” After I said that we both started laughing uncontrollably.
“Come on.” he stood up, reaching out to help me up
“Where we goin?” I asked him
“For pie and burgers. We need real food.” he raised his eyebrows with a goofy smile on his face. Grabbing his keys and we headed to the garage.
New Nephew
I realize that most of you guys are expecting more than anything is a new Star Wars movie, from all the buzz going online. By the way, between the new ideas and the schoolwork to swamp me, my new nephew turned a week old today and am happily anticipating the day I get to meet my brother and his new family in person, whether it be next week exactly or Tsagaan Sar in a couple of months. My new nephew's name is Ishizue/Suuriin Chuluu. I am happy to hear that he's strong and healthy after 9 seemingly long months of my sister-in-law's baggage. It's not to say that I'm not waiting to see it too when it comes out with subs. I love Star Wars. I hope to bring new updates soon.
Acapoho Rayoci Täs ne nankor.
(I suppose he may be Rainbow Dash’s uncle.) He may be Bow Hoothoof’s younger brother & have also been responsible for training her intensively. I hope more will be here soon. Yayraykere.
Hmmm... I wonder. Do you think Blaze might be Rainbow's older brother or something? A color scheme and coat color like that is kind of too big a detail to not have them be related in some way, especially now that we know the rainbow mane is hereditary.
I personally prefer something more along the line of an uncle than a brother. The Mane Six all have siblings already and we don’t need anymore. There is also an extreme lack of siblings in all the photos RD’s parents had. So either they only had the one foal, or they are completely ignoring their son in favor of Rainbow Dash. Which I find doubtful because Bow and Windy are such loving parents, they would never ignore a single child of their’s.
As of right now, I am placing Blaze as Bow Hothoof’s brother. His twin brother to exact. Same colors and they both sported the same hair style when Bow was younger. A younger brother or cousin might also work too, but that hair do man. Strong brother vibes coming from that hair.
It is all up to personal choice in the end. If you want Blaze to be an older bro or a cool uncle, then go for it. We are free to do as we please. Some people still prefer him to be RD’s dad. That is fine too. He filled in for Rainbow’s parents for this long. Why break up a good thing?
Avatar: The Last Airbender
The Doctor and his favourite niece
Ones of my uncles recently passed. RIP. .. https://www.instagram.com/p/CfHtxzhuAQ9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Most important meal of the day
Sundays are my favorite day of the week because it's the day I get to see my uncle Frank, growing up we were always together and we had our favorite past time that was stuffing my uncle with everything there was in the fridge until he was satisfied, it first started when I saw my uncle eating when I was young, he would always make huge amounts of food, but by the end of the day there were no left overs at all, I started getting very attached to the gigantic belly my uncle ended up with, until one day I asked my uncle if I could help him by feeding him, which he agreed happily, that’s how I started helping him stuff himself every week.
When I arrived to my uncle's house he was in the kitchen already cooking today's feeding session, he had a blue button up and some jeans along with the apron he wore whenever he cooked, he was a very tall man with short dark hair and a very muscular frame, when he finished he set up all the food in front of a couch while I went for some beers and we started our usual routine, I opened a cold beer and handed it to him while he started scarfing down the pork chops he had prepared, when those where gone I started shoveling down the pasta and the pizza down his throat , slowly all the food found it's way down my uncle's belly, I loved seeing his belly expanding while he gorged on all the food, his blue shirt was ready to blow up at any second and his pants were under a lot of pressure, but this didn’t seem to bother my uncle he just kept eating and eating, until the pressure was to much that shirt released the beast it had been containing all this time, my uncle's monstrous hairy belly came bursting out and the jeans button popped open, with all the released pressure my uncle let out a rumbling belch and leaned on the couch letting all the food settle in his belly, I reached out for another cold beer and handed it over while rubbing my uncle's round and hairy belly, I poked his belly button and stroke his belly feeling his thick hair and the heat that emanated from my uncle's belly, after a while I stood up and went for the dessert, a tub full of ice-cream.
When my uncle finished the ice-cream there was nothing else in the house for him to eat, but the rumble's from my uncle's belly and his hungry look made me understand my mistake, my uncle wanted EVERYTHING in the house in his belly and he wouldn't take a no for an answer, he grabbed me with his powerful arms and I knew it was already over, he stripped me down to my boxers and opened his mouth as widely as he could and shoved my head in, I could feel his tongue licking me all over while he continued to push me into his ravenous belly, since I have never been a huge guy the task of swallowing me was very easy for my uncle, when just my feet were struggling outside his maw he paused, took a deep breath and finished the task sending me to his food filled belly, I curled to accommodate my new fleshy prison and I could feel my uncle shifting and leaning into his couch again, mindlessly stroking his belly, instead of feeling scared or panicked the only thing I felt was a sense of warmness and calm that made me very sleepy, I just slowly passed out while my uncle burped and expelled the air he had swallowed along with me, this time my uncle finally had everything in the house inside him and he was completely satisfied.