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 !!!
La vie qui provient de la mort Chapter 8La vie qui provient de la mort Chapter 8 by StickieBun13
The next morning at work, William got a phone call from the Great Library. They informed him that most of the Undertaker's collections were filed away in the wrong sections. When he asked for details, they informed him that they were out of alphabetical order, as well as rank order. All collected souls were assigned a rank according to life deeds, both negative and positive, and according to inner desires. Filing away these souls in the wrong place was a grievous error indeed, because it could result in the wrong souls ascending to Heaven or descending to Hell. Not to mention, future generations of reapers depended on the finding and proper storage of those rare souls that were neutral enough for Shinigami candidacy. Very difficult to procure, these neutral souls were placed in a special vault, to be later evaluated and possibly reborn as new reapers.
To misplace cinematic records in storage was to risk a severe imbalance in the afterlife. This was why there were librarians; only senio
Unseen: 5I leaned over to Kennington and pointed at one of the guards. He looked at me and I nodded.Unseen: 5 by jamaicancrocodile
“Do it.” I said.
“Yeah. Prove it. I’m crazy, you’re crazy… Prove how crazy you are.”
Kennington smirked and then looked over at the guard.
“Alright. If I do it, you have to show me too.”
Kennington watched the guard for a moment and then flicked his finger softly, a small puddle of flame erupting from the bottom of the guard’s foot. He yelled, jumping up and down until he fell off the sidewalk and wobbled on the side of walkway. We started cracking up and almost fell back ourselves.
I turned to Avalon and smiled at her.
She nodded and went to mess with the guard. Kennington and I almost died laughing.
“Ivan?” I heard but didn’t hear.
I was in shock but still aware at the same time. Avalon was helping me into the house
Unseen: 4”Mommy, why are we here?” I asked as my mother walked me into a very nice building.Unseen: 4 by jamaicancrocodile
Mom looked down at me for a second and just let out a sigh. We walked up to the reception desk and Mom put her arms on the counter.
“Hello, can I help you?” the girl asked.
“I’m here to check one in.”
I looked up at my name, not understanding anything.
“I see the order for his arrival. Don’t worry, Mrs. Marsh, we’ll take good care of him.”
Mother dropped down to my level and kissed my forehead with a sad expression.
“I’m sorry, my love.”
I rode with Krimsin for what seemed like thirty or so minutes, passing by the forest that was on either side of the road. I liked the scenery where I lived, even though there were lots of rumors about the woods and stuff since it’s so serene and hardly anyone lives up here. I watched K