Welcome to Mpregnation! PLEASE read the rules before joining!! We are very strict and are an elitist quality group!
FEMALE ART IS ALWAYS DENIED.
(This is a male belly fetish group. No female art!)
No Hermaphrodites! (Unless it looks completely male.)
No Android or Robot art! (Unless it looks completely human.)
No Androgynous art! (We must be able to tell it is male.)
No Cartoon Style art! (We must be able to tell it is male.)
No unrelated fetish mixes! (The focus must be the belly!)
No Morbid Obesity! (That is a full body fetish!)
No Muscular or Bara art! (This is also a full body fetish.)
No Feral Fur art! (Because we cannot tell it is male.)
Please keep this in mind!
We only take art of a certain art skill level.
We take ALL art relating to male bellies. We take OC art, fan art, and concept art. We also take all art of inflated, expanded, hard, round, chiseled or flabby bellies! Also all art that has male bellies as a fore-thought or after-thought such as in the case of babies(but not adults) born of mpreg, characters made to be belly-related in the future, and fanfictions and comics that will eventually lead to or take place after mpreg or male bellies as long as they obey the rules.
ALL IN-STORAGE ART IS DELETED. It looks bad and takes up space. We request everyone to remove their art from our group /before/ storing it and resubmit if they un-store it. If we see stored art, our mods WILL delete it with no warning/notification! (It's not possible to pin-point artists of stored art!)
Some grotesque imagery or offensive imagery may be denied based on level of offensiveness toward belly fans. We also do not take anti-belly or anti-mpreg artwork or anything intentionally made to offend members. Future changes can be expected. Please be aware that we do not accept any art quality. We also only feature the best quality of art. Report stolen art to dA staff, not us.
!!! S U B M I S S I O N S . A R E . U N L I M I T T E D !!!
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter ElevenThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Eleven by Porter-Bailey
Zeke awoke to find himself lying on the floor. Face down against a white, cushioned material, he tried to figure out what in God’s name was going on. He attempted to move his arms, but they seemed oddly restrained. Zeke looked down with a startled gasp to find that his torso was encased in a beige straightjacket. The mattress-like material was the floor of a padded cell.
“What the-?” He managed, his breath quickening.
Dr. Howell scrambled to get upright, trying not to panic. Pressing his unbound feet against the flooring, he managed to push himself against the wall, and slide up enough to sit up straight. He tugged his arms against the confines of the sleeves, but to no avail. Zeke even attempted to gnaw at the buckles, which did nothing except hurt his teeth. Panic was beginning to set in, as he felt his heart going a full speed.
“Help!” he screamed, his last resort, “What’s going on?!”
Zeke tried to push himself up the wall and get on h