Chubby Belly Novels & Stories

QUIVA I'm wearing a hoodie and a skirt. I've been addicted to jackets and hoodies. And I can't wear fitted shirts or crop tops. My belly is a bit bloated than usual. It grew a little because I eat a lot. But not that bloated. My abs disappeared but it still feels hard when you tap it.

"Watch me put a baby in you," you say to me as you kiss my neck and caress my tits. This is your latest obsession, your mission that must be accomplished. Most men can't stand pregnant women; they think they're fat and ugly, but not you. Every time you see a pregnant belly, your c*ck stands at attention, as if to salute. You're all for breastfeeding in public, as long as you can watch with that bulge in your shorts. Our pornography collection seems more like the videos you would find at the obstetrician. You're always bringing home some new movie where a sexy woman with a bulging belly is getting satisfied by one or two young studs or other pregnant women. You love to watch as a woman gets h

he says softly. I let out a shuddering sigh. “Surely it could. But my belly doesn’t fit anymore.” “Your belly?” Karl looks over at me, sitting there in my underwear, and then realization dawns on him. He walks over to me and sits down beside me, reaching over to rub my stomach. “I guess you’ve been starting to show pretty early.” “I just feel so… so… fat,” I whine as another tear starts to slip down my cheek. Karl’s eyes widen. “Abby, don’t talk about yourself like that,” he says. “You’re pregnant. It’s natural for your belly to grow.”

I uttered while looking at the girl sitting on the couch. “30-26-33, 27% belly fat,” I added as I looked to the office girl who had just entered the place. “Dang! How did you know their measurements?” he asked so amazed. Instead of giving him an answer, I sipped my beer. “Now, tell me who’s your chicken. The one with lots of belly fat, the one with big butt, or the flat chested?” “Hey! Have some manners! Be nice!” he shouted, then bent over me. He placed his fingers on my eyes as if he was checking something on it.

"And what is this story that I'm a challenge, huh?” Flynn giggled and shrunk his body when he felt me poking him in the belly with his fingertips. From the photos, I always had the impression that Flynn was a little overweight, but personally the case was totally the opposite. He was very big and had a wide back, but his belly did not protrude with folds under his shirt. Even I had more fat accumulated than him, and I threw a sad look at my dress that folded in my belly.

Stacy looked at her and chuckled, "Do you have clairvoyance?" "Isn't it said that the one with a round belly is a daughter and the one with a pointed belly is a son? Look at your belly, it is pointed." She has no scientific basis for this statement. From the mouth of the elderly in the country, the so-called round belly means that there are fat on both sides of the waist, and the belly will look very round, and the tip means that there is no excess fat on the waist. Concentrated in the middle is called the'tip'.

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.

"Are you still calling me 'Chubby?' Have you forgotten my actual name?" The man gave a light hum, pretending to be displeased. Of course, Penny hadn't forgotten the other person's name. After all, this was her benefactor who had paid a lot of money to hire her as a tutor back in the day. How could she possibly forget? The chubby kid's name was Bubbles Walker. Most people would assume he was a girl before meeting him in person. Bubbles once said that while his mother was pregnant with him, she craved spicy food.

What if he hadn't run them off? Juicy took his hands and placed them on her rounded stomach. Troy looked at her confused. What? Was she worried about her weight gain? So she'd gained a bit of weight, but that kind of stuff didn't bother him. She could grow as big as a house and he'd still think she was as pretty as a fashion model because Juicy was his. But...why in the hell was her stomach twitching like that. Did she have an ulcer? She was just under too much stress-

Teasingly, I played with the hem of my black strap top before dragging the material up, revealing my slightly chubby belly. ‎"That's it, baby," he growled softly. Encouragingly. "You have the cutest little belly button." ‎My lips broke into a smile. "Really?" I'd never had anyone comment on my belly button before. My ex used to moan at me when I gained a few pounds after I'd entered my twenties. I was a big fan of flat stomachs in my teens but I grew out of it, learning to love myself and not care what other people thought. Ben didn't like that much, especially my love handles which I still have today.