Novel & Cerita Chubby Belly

We took a seat by the grey couch in the office and she stared at my belly. “It's getting bigger, isn't it?” I chuckled, rubbing it softly and she chuckled nervously. “Can I touch it?” I nodded laughing at how strange she was being and watched her trembling hands touch my stomach. “Are you having twins?” She inquired and she wasn't the first person who asked. Everyone was wondering, including me, why my bump was bigger than others at twenty four weeks. “No. Maybe my child is just going to be a chubby baby.” We both chuckled at my words and Gabby flipped her hair back.

Willow was walking slowly toward us in a pure white wedding gown with one hand on her waist. She was nothing but a bag of bones. However, a grotesquely huge belly protruded from her slender frame. It looked like someone had stuffed a hundred basketballs in there, and her stomach looked like a mountain. It was sucking up all the nutrients in her body.

The cursor blinked on the spreadsheet, a steady rhythm mocking the heavy droop of my eyelids. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, refusing to type the next row of data. The cashmere cardigan Gideon had given me felt unusually tight across my middle. My hands tugged at the hem, trying to loosen the fabric, but the soft material just pulled taut over the slight, firm curve of my stomach. Three months. The baby was growing, taking up space and draining every ounce of energy I had left.

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.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby you are looking extra fat today, just the way I like it." She started laughing and rubbed her hand over her belly. I reached down, intertwined my fingers with hers, and rubbed her stomach. She wasn't wrong while it did feel like there was maybe a little tiny bulge at the bottom of her stomach; she was probably right in the fact that she was a little bloated. "Come on, let's go see this little one."

“Are you calling me fat?” He smirked, his eyes twinkling. “Well, I would call you… chubby. Four years ago, you were all skin and bones. Now you have curves everywhere.” I stared at him in disbelief. I knew I had not managed to lose all the pregnancy weight, and my stomach was not model-perfect. I had gained a fuller chest and hips, thicker thighs, and a tummy. My arms were not as toned as they once were. With everything going on in my life, I had never found the time to exercise or think about my figure.

"You gave me too much food. I’m stuffed." On top of that, witnessing Cael and Charlotte’s affair had left her unable to digest properly. She felt full and uncomfortable, as if food was stuck in her stomach. Kendrick rubbed her little belly, which did seem a bit round, and couldn’t help but laugh. Usually, her stomach was flat, but today, it was a bit puffed up. It made her seem more grounded, more human, and somehow, that was irresistibly cute. He couldn’t help but rub her belly a few more times.

As a ballet dancer, I couldn't risk gaining weight. "A little bit of belly fat can actually be beneficial for a woman's overall health," Lily said as she finished changing into a baggy sweatshirt and boy shorts. She dressed like an Ariana Grande fangirl most days. "It can help protect our organs and regulate our hormones. It's not always a bad thing." "Really? I had no idea," I said, intrigued. "It's all about balance. And a little fat never hurt anyone." "Is that your excuse for eating too much chocolate?" I prodded.

I saw some noticeable changes in her body. She is looking a little bit chubby. Is she getting fat? But, she is looking cute and more alluring in my eyes with her excess weight. I hovered over her and pressed her boobs and kneaded them. They are feeling heavier than before. I touched her belly and it's feeling different. What's wrong with her? By the way, is she pregnant? I asked her knitting my brows," Aren't you having birth control pills?" " Yeah... I am......." she tried to say but couldn't complete when I plunged myself into her.

"You can take it all?" "Of course!" I bragged and showed him my skinny biceps. Seventh ammo: act manly. With the audacity to speak with my mouth full, "It's not just the boys who can eat this many. Plus, I want to be fat! I'm not a common woman who wants to keep her waist at twenty-four inches. I'm going to be the very first sexy chubby," I said. The lusciousness of the food helped. "Really?" He was still smiling and chuckled. "That would be cute. I'm excited about that!"