Male Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

I bit harder on my lower lip, my breath slowly getting ragged. It felt like it was just me watching. I forced a spoonful of cereal into my mouth for distraction, but it felt too soft because of how long it had been soaked, and my stomach didn't seem to hunger for it anymore. It hungered for him. I swallowed a mold of fluid, holding back from straddling in my shorts to help with my throbbing clit. What the fuck is wrong with this man? Could he be? No. He was having sex with Mom when she fainted.

Sarah state her thoughts with a smile. Malik checked Rim's body. During the past week, she has been avoiding him. Denying him any sexual intercourse and yesterday she told him that his smell is making her suffocating. He was very angry but when he took time to think about it, he realized that she may be pregnant. As a doctor, he was well aware of the changes that women under go in during pregnancy. But at that time he had forget about it completely but rather thought that she may not want him anymore.

"As ready as I'll ever be for someone to cut me open and remove two people from my body." "When you put it that way, it does sound like science fiction." "It is science fiction. Male pregnancy is a medical improbability. We're living inside one." "We've been living inside improbable things for three years." His fingers tightened around mine. "We're good at it." Dr. Rashid's voice came from beyond the drape, steady and certain. "We're starting now. You'll feel pressure and movement but no pain. If that changes, tell me immediately." The surgery began.

“I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding. It appears you’re not pregnant. You have what we call a phantom pregnancy. Your body mimicked the symptoms of pregnancy, but there is no pup.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What do you mean, no pup?” He glances between us, his tone matter-of-fact. “A phantom pregnancy is rare, but it happens. Physically, it feels like a real pregnancy—morning sickness, weight gain, even movement sensations—but there’s no pup. I’m sorry.” The room spins. No pup? My gaze snaps to Nicole. Her face crumples as the truth sinks in. She isn’t pregnant. The faint hope I didn’t even realize I was holding onto evaporates, leaving me empty.

I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares. The article was a masterpiece of cruelty. It claimed that ten years ago, I had fabricated my pregnancy to force Tristan into a marriage he didn't want. It alleged that when the "lie" was about to be discovered, I had faked a miscarriage and fled the country with a settlement, only to return now to "finish the job" and seize the company.

“I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding. It appears you’re not pregnant. You have what we call a phantom pregnancy. Your body mimicked the symptoms of pregnancy, but there is no pup.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What do you mean, no pup?” He glances between us, his tone matter-of-fact. “A phantom pregnancy is rare, but it happens. Physically, it feels like a real pregnancy—morning sickness, weight gain, even movement sensations—but there’s no pup. I’m sorry.” The room spins. No pup? My gaze snaps to Nicole. Her face crumples as the truth sinks in. She isn’t pregnant. The faint hope of having another heir I didn’t even realize I was holding onto evaporates, leaving me empty

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

Patrick furrowed his brow and questioned, "Didn't we agree to do that after the baby is born?" Belle argued, "You know I'm emotionally unstable right now. I won't feel at ease until we're remarried, and if it affects the baby... Janice mentioned that poor emotional health in pregnant women can lead to miscarriage."

Male pregnancy wasn't entirely unheard of among humans, since there were individuals who possessed both male and female reproductive systems. In short, male pregnancy wasn't exactly that rare of an occurrence for human doctors. What was truly extraordinary was that I had implanted four brood pouches into Bryce. This meant he had four uteruses! Owing to that, Bryce showing up at a top-tier hospital was like having a scientific research paper walk through the door. When the doctor saw that there was a living, breathing baby inside his belly, he excitedly asked Bryce to take off his pants so that he could examine him more closely.

Then finally she leaned back slowly in her chair and dragged a hand down her face. “How the fuck is pregnancy affecting you this much?” she muttered in disbelief. “Like seriously Ciara… glowing stomach, heat scent, speed powers? At this point your child is basically doing side quests inside your uterus.” A laugh escaped me before I could stop it, it was weak and tired but real. “I know,” I whispered. “And Mr. Wheelchair Mafia Prince is saying it’s not even the pregnancy?” I sighed immediately at the mention of Valerio, I've told her about him