Somebody shoot me.

You're worse than crack shippers.

I don't even know what that means.

She wrote a fanfic where a male character got pregnant.

It wasn't a fanfic. More of an informal group RP.

Thank goodness. I assumed that it was a porno video in which a pregnant woman participated in the fucking.

And this is worse than 'normal' fanfiction how?

Okay.

I'm going to write an Oddworld M-preg.

Can't you just shoot yourself? Why must you burden this already dysfunctional lot with your murder proposals?

Have MA do it humanely with the same bolt gun he uses to put down his cows.

I've never thought of bolt guns as humane, actually. But then, I've never seen them in action.

I don't really want to. No offense MA.

Bang.

M-Preg pleez.

Once there was a dude. He was a dude. Of course he was a dude. Everyone knew he was. And the father was a woman.

It was odd. They all agreed, even years later, that it was odd. That he was a man, and... well... that he was...

Anyway, as he said afterward, it should have been her. They hadn't used a condom, but they were married, and wanted kids.

He'd wanted to have kids. Only, he told himself after it was over, he should have wanted her to have kids. It would have made things a lot simpler.

For a start, the doctors didn't quite know what to think. They had a look at his genitals, just to make sure he was a guy. And he was, alright.

After a few months, people just thought he was fat. But closer to the due date it was just a little too localised. People avoided him in the streets. After seven and a half months, he gave up, and never left his house. Food was brought to him by his closest friends only, who knew what was going on.

His wife and left him by then. She was totally creeped out by the whole thing, as was he. But he couldn't leave. He'd tried to get an abortion, once he realised what was happening, but by that time it had been too late. It was too old. Plus, the doctors wanted to observe the process.

In the end, the baby was born premature, and dead. He'd been strangely upset by that. Even though the child would have died of shame once it was old enough to understand that it'd been somehow born out of its father.

It was a girl. He called her Elizabeth, even though she was dead. Her tombstone read, beneath her name, Even the most exquisite of flowers lives a time that is measured in days. Hers was measured in negative minutes.

His wife came back, after some years. Once it was over, and the press had long since left him alone. She arrived in a storm, dripping wet in the hall, in the middle of the night. He hadn't heard of her in so long he had difficulty believing it was her. She tried to say sorry; so did he.

Of course, it wasn't his fault. The next baby was, however; but this time, it was mothered by his wife.

Somebody shoot me.

This reminds me of the episode of Bewitched where Darren got pregnant.

after writing that piece of M-Preg fiction or whatever the fuck its called, how about i test the bolt gun on you and you can tell me if its humane or not? if you feel any prolonged pain or you're still alive after i've done it, let me know. give me some sort of sign. then i'll eat my own flat cap.

and i don't like enchilada! so take that!

Once upon a time there was a Cammy and then Joe came and Cammy was pregnant.

I'M SO NAUGHTY NAUGHTY

so you fucked a camera?

nasty.

It had a nice tripod and a very good quality lens. We were in high definition all night long but then he flashed and got over-sensitive

I hate M-preg things... It's a vile concept and I don't get why the hell people even think of this stuff... Like what's the need of it except some weird fetish thing?

Once upon a time there was a Chris but then Nikki came in his super vag and he was pregnant and cried and cried and cried and cried.

uguu~

I'm gonna tell cammy that you want his bockwurst!

also tell him he smells of fannies.

Cammy must know I want his bockwurst by now, I gave up all subtlety a while ago.

also tell him you smell of fannies.

That's my cunning disguise

Im laughing at this