Belly Stuffing Story Novels & Stories

ASHLEY Like every other night we were all seated right there at the table. The atmosphere was filled with our laughter, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was peace. The stew bubbled in the pot, rich with spices mama had been saving for a special day. Ezra was halfway through telling a story about how the day had gone and I was laughing so hard my sides ached at his wits. “You’re telling me,” I wheezed between giggles, “That you slipped face-first into manure trying to impress your crush?”

****** The story sounded like it came from a braggart who would tell you whatever he believed you would believe just as long as it made him look like a stud, except that I knew the man telling the story and I believed him. I was having lunch with an old friend from my army days. Jeff was in from Boston for a sales convention and we had arranged to meet for lunch at the same hotel where he was staying. The conversation covered every subject under the sun and when I got to the point where I asked him how his wife was he gave a loud snort and told me that she was long gone.

He was the one who changed the sheets and took them for dry cleaning every week, he always sang to me about staying in clean environments because of the baby. I gritted my teeth and sat on the bed sheets anyway. As soon as it was morning tomorrow I was grilling him for new sheets. My emotions had been a wreck this past few weeks. My stomach had grown in size. It wasn't too high as it could be hidden by the five extra large hoodie I had worn but if I pulled it up ,even a blind man would see that I had a baby on me. The door opened and Colt brought a tray of boiled meat. Tender boiled meat. My mouth watered but I pretended like I didn't care. He set it Infront of me and tried to take my comic

She looks unconvinced and my heart skips a beat. “You’re just constipated. Did you use the bathroom since yesterday?” “Constipated?” Her eyes widen and she pales further, her shoulders slumping down. “You mean my butt?” “No, honey. I mean your stomach. This is where poop goes and since you haven’t used the toilet since last morning, you’ve got too much inside your tummy and that’s why it hurts. I think it’s time you get rid of it before your belly swells even more.” “Ew!” she exclaims and looks down at her stomach like she can’t believe what I’m telling her. “So there’s a giant turd stuck inside me right now?”

That’s all! I took another bite. Their faces were blank. Bella: that’s the most ridiculous story I’ve ever heard. Try again. Annie: is that really all? I groaned, nodding. Me: yes, Annie. And it’s not ridiculous, Bella, it’s the truth! Annie: wait—so you mean to tell me you guys weren’t cuddling because you just had the steamiest, slowest, intensely fierce sexual intercourse?! I rolled my eyes.

I told them, handing over the bag. “Wow, this looks really good, Aunt! Where did you buy it? It seems like it came from a fancy restaurant,” Cassandra said excitedly. “My boss ordered it earlier. I did not eat it because I already had my packed lunch,” I replied, sitting down on our wooden chair. I gently rested my hand on my stomach. “Aunt, is your stomach hurting?” Cassandra asked, worried. I shook my head. Maybe it was time they knew. They would eventually notice my belly growing. I just hoped they would not judge me for what I had done. I asked her to sit beside me.