Chubby Belly Novels & Stories

"It's because you sleep the whole time rather than organizing your things. And I, can't sleep so what do you expect I'll do?" "Yeah, yeah, whatever. And it's getting dark again," I yawned. "I'm sleepy again." "What the fudge, Becca. Do you like to add fats to your body? Sleeping sometimes can increase fats, you know. Look at yourself, you're too chubby." "Excuse me. I'm not that chubby. I just have a healthy, sexy body," I said. Reina laughed. "Sexy? You've got to be kidding me." I arched my left brow. "F-Y-I, chubby is the new sexy. I got a perfect body, I may be not that slim as you but I've got curves and you... you're slim but a flattie."

I did't think this was such a big deal, but I promised to help, so I had to do it. Oh, I needed to stop calling Rita "Chubby", she hated it, but it was so funny to see how angry she got. But then again, she was chubby when she got this nickname from a boy she was interested in when we were teenagers. Poor thing got rejected - the boy said they were just friends and that she was too chubby for him. Everyone started calling her Chubby, and she got very irritated by it. But afterward, she decided to go on a diet and lost a lot of weight, it was like she had divided herself in two, got really thin, but the nickname had already stuck, and everyone was already calling Rita "Chubby." Later, she was

"Giselle, you said yourself that Ronnie has suspicions, and she and I both commented on the fact your body had already changed some. I know you don't want to hear this, but your tummy is a little rounded. It wouldn't be noticeable except you're normally flat as can be. You have better abs than most men I know. And they've softened a good bit." I swatted him across the belly, the sound of my fingers hitting his bare skin made it sound harsher than it was. "Did you seriously just tell me I'd already gotten fat?" His arms circled around me and dragged me into his chest. The laugh that rumbled through his body shook me with him. "No, babe. I'm just saying your friends will notice. And if you don

bubble butt", or I'll scream.) My boobs are nicely proportioned on my body, not too big and not too small. Large enough that they allow me to show some cleavage when I want. One part of me that I sometimes complain about is my belly. It is ever so slightly round, despite my efforts at making it as flat as possible. I am just a couple pounds over a hundred and ten, so it isn't excessive. My sides are slightly narrower than my hips, but not quite enough to call my figure an "hourglass". Overall, I'm happy with how I look, except for the three or four pounds of baggage that seems to have settled in my stomach.

“This thing got a sidecar?” “Yes,” I whispered, seeing it now — a small attached seat. “Put her in there. You get on behind me.” “I don’t —” “That car’s thirty seconds away. You want to have this conversation now?” I strapped Charlotte into the sidecar, her sobs turning to hiccups. “Mommy, who is he?” “A friend, baby. Hold on tight to Mr. Hoppy, okay?” The man swung onto the bike and looked back at me. “You ever ride before?”

I climbed onto the bed, he helped fix a pillow under my belly, I gripped the other tight, and pushed my chest down while arching my hips high in the air. My robe was bunched around my waist, leaving my ass and dripping pussy completely exposed. Daddy grabbed Joan, my favorite stuffed animal, and placed her right by my face. “Moan into her, kitten. She’ll help you keep those pretty sounds down while Daddy plays with your needy little cunt.”

“Gael seriously, answer me.” Swallowing, Gael makes up his mind. “Hudson was right. Your body has changed.” Furrowing her brows, Arabella sits up on her elbows. “What do you mean?” “You’ve been gaining a lot of weight, at first, I thought it was just stress but then I thought about it. It’s not.” As if to prove his point, Gael sticks his nose back to her stomach. “You’ve been gaining weight especially here.” Arabella’s eyebrows furrow even more. “Gael, why would i gain weight only down there? That only happens when a woman is pr-”

Sabrina was thin like you imagined a catwalk model would be - likely she would have been a good one if she had a bit more height. Her stomach wasn't muscled so much as just lean, and you had a delicious, warm feeling as you softly stroked her smooth skin. You could feel her responding to you in little ways, feel every breath through her diaphragm. Running the tip of your middle finger softly around her belly button made her stomach flex from the soft tickle of it.

After revealing her leaned abdomen, I failed to resist touching her smooth skin with my lips. I halt on her belly button. The vertical oval shape, the presence of superior hooding, and the absence of protrusion. Just perfect to call it attractive. "Baby, your belly button is so attractive." I enter my tongue into it and she is breathing faster. I pull her closer and she stands on the sofa on her knees. Perfect position for me to continue.

Madison went off. I touched my belly, hating how it had changed since my stay with Madison. My finger pressed into it. It felt hard, and it was round and fat. It's like everything I've consumed, the fat transferred only into that section. I hit it, loathing how weird I look with a bloated belly. I growled in pain and held my belly, hitting myself too hard. "Are you alright up there?" Madison asked. "I'm fine," I retorted as I started putting on my clothes.