Imagining getting pregnant while in a polycule. Maybe there’s three or four of us, but I’m the only one willing or that can conceive. We all want children, have decided how we’d raise them, and they decide it’s time to knock me up and make us the parents we’ve always wanted to be. I’m off T for a few months, off birth control, ovulating.
We all get together the one night, and have me lay down on the bed in one of their laps, kissing between their legs, maybe I can hear them chuckle a bit from above me as they guide me further between, lapping at them. Then one of the other members goes between my legs, cock thrusting in, telling me how well I’m taking it, that I’m gonna be such a good little papa for our little one. The one I’m laying on soothes me, repeats what a good hole I am, how pretty I’ll look as their pregnant man. And the fourth waits their turn, smoothing their hands over my belly, telling me they can feel how deep it’s going, stroking in tandem with the thrusts.
When the first lets it out inside of me, their seed, filling me to the brim, the next comes over and does the same, with quicker thrusts, less languid and loving than the first out of sheer desperation, the need to inseminate me. The pure desire to watch me swell up with a child.
And when I finally get that positive test, I’m doted on, loved, hands on my belly, kisses down my neck. Prince treatment for their good, pregnant boy. Discussions about whose sperm actually made me swell like this, until we go for that pivotal ultrasound, the first checkup. We find out it’s twins, fraternal. There’s a chance they’ve both done it. We hope for it.
Of course, with two in there, I get heavy quickly. Looking ready to pop by midway through, what would usually be a cute, barely cumbersome bump is stretched and heavy, making me huff and waddle around as all three of my partners continue to dote, to kiss, to help me with those needs I can no longer reach between my legs. They’d tease me when they see how much my tdick twitches when they remind me I was so good for them, to the point I gave us two. And they’ll have all four of us to care for them in the way they deserve, as a unit, our own little village. I’d be able to cum with a warm swell in my chest, feeling loved, cared for, that heavy weight in my belly in the way I feel I need.
The prince treatment for their perfect breeder.