Belly Expansion Novels & Stories

But when she had both of them in her palms, she could do whatever and have whatever she wanted. The most important part was not to fill their bellies with delicious food but the 5 inches from the belly button.

it felt like a kick. I gasped and moved my t-shirt to stare at my belly. Bright quickly kept away the tray and wiped my mouth and the soup I spilt. While he was wiping, his eyes trailed down to the same spot where I was looking at... There we saw an unusual change of shape in my belly. Which was supposed to be round and like a balloon, had become pointy from the middle. "I-Is that Bubble?" Bright asked in total shock. A big smile made to my face, and I put both my hands on my lips as I stared at the sight. The sudden movement indeed felt weird and hurt a tiny bit... but I felt so happy.

Celeste's belly had people very scared recently, as it was getting bigger, signaling that it was nearing the time of birth. The twins were too big, and the space inside Celeste's stomach became smaller, which directly caused Celeste's appetite to become smaller and the tendency to lose appetite.

“Are you being honest with me, or just saying that so I will not offer the potion again?” “I honestly felt much better since removing that wrap, and running did not hurt that I noticed. Just so we don’t argue over it later, I will tell you now that I am not going to be wrapping again after this wash. I feel ever so much less pain without it.” “The doctor insisted on the wrap when he learned you wore no corset. He said the injury would cause your waist to expand.” “Utter nonsense. Only three things make a woman’s middle thicken. A baby, an excess of food, and old age.”

As I leaned into his embrace, my tears subsided, leaving behind a tender ache in my chest. Suddenly, a sharp kick against my abdomen sent a jolt through me. I gasped, my hand flew to my swollen belly, a giggle bubbling up from within. Alexander mirrored my expression, eyes wide with wonder. “Our boy is demanding your attention, Mr. Alexander,” I teased, my voice husky with laughter. I placed his hand on my swollen belly. The skin stretched taut, proof of the life growing within. It pulsed with a rhythmic thrum, a silent declaration of its presence.

I am sure right now she must be celebrating with her bunch of bimbos that she has kicked me out of his Jay's life. How I wish I could kick her teeth down her throat. "Ahhh..." Supporting myself by grabbing the back of the couch, I bend over as the sharp pain shoots into my pelvic area. Rubbing the underside of my belly, I focus on the breathing exercises Monica asked me to do. I can feel babies stretching themselves inside me, and I know it is because their wolf side is developing. They will not shift in the womb, but still, their body will develop in a way to adapt to their wolf when they come of age.

I have never experienced something so intense. My belly was huge; like humongous kind of huge. My ankles and feet were swollen like crazy; my nose… Good heavens. It looked like I use a whole gallon of oxygen by myself. I was fat. In the past few weeks I have managed to get myself so fat that none of my clothes were fitting. Like none of them. I had to wear the guys’ shirts and pants because they were generously bigger and covered my insane baby bump.

Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, lifting her loose sweater slowly. Her breath caught as she stared at her reflection. The gentle swell that had been barely noticeable just weeks ago was now unmistakably there, a soft, rounded curve pushing outward from her lower abdomen. At just over four months along, her pregnant belly was starting to show in a way that made everyday clothes feel tighter and her body feel irrevocably changed. She turned sideways, running both hands over the smooth, warm skin. A flutter of movement inside made her smile, a dark, possessive thrill blooming in her chest.

The swelling in her belly. She was pregnant.

My belly is massively distended—round, taut, sloshing like a water balloon. He leans down, one hand pressing on my swollen abdomen, forcing the cum to shift inside me. I come again—screaming, squirting, body arching off the altar. His final breeding. All six erupt together—directly into my womb and bowels. The pressure is excruciating, perfect. My belly swells even larger—impossibly round, skin shiny and veined with dark lines. Cum forces back out around his shafts in thick geysers, but most stays sealed inside.