Female Belly Expansion Novels & Stories

It’s a two-person job. Next website looks a bit more serious. Researchers have looked at average sizes for a number of women. Variations, for women at rest, and of a narrow age range, are smaller than expected. I take the averages, assume the vagina is a cylinder and apply πr2h. I get the answer – wow, wait for it. Two mini-bottles of bubbly. This I have to tell Florizel. Don’t bother, Connie. The researchers have made one or more mistakes. I notice the width is twice the length and the length is not credible. More likely, I don’t understand their anatomical definitions. It seems clear that we girls have the ability to expand and contract to meet demand.

Maeve Cleo felt over my belly, finding a spot just below my navel where my stomach went suddenly limp, as though the muscles I had there just up and disappeared. I looked down, slightly concerned. "It's just your ligaments loosening up," she said with a smile, unrolling a length of measuring tape and laying it vertically over my skin. "You're going to start feeling something like… being snapped with a rubber band, every once in a while, around your waist."

"Look, love. Two sets of ladies that really should be grateful with their bodies are slim ladies, and fat ladies. Fat, because in truth, some ladies are born thick. Now, I assume if they want to do something about their bodies, they can exercise. But aside that, they are okay and I'll tell you how. Ladies with small breasts, do you know they usually derive a lot of pleasure from their breasts during sex? If the breasts are tenderly, and well stimulated during sex, she could even have an orgasm. Yes. From her breasts. They are very sensitive and all that. So it's sweet, and she should be grateful." "How about those with small backs?" Karl smiled. She was shy to say buttocks. "Well, they can d

Just a few months ago, I had been so unhappy with my body, starving myself and taking diet pills until I literally… I didn’t want to think about what had happened. All that mattered was that now, I was healthier, stronger... and apparently more attractive, if the attention I had gotten at the bar tonight was any indication. I ran my hands over my curves beneath the water, marveling at how different I felt. My thighs were fuller, my hips were rounder, my breasts were more ample. For the first time in a long time, I felt... sexy. It was then that I let my fingers rest on my lower belly, almost protectively. I still wasn’t showing, and likely wouldn’t for some time. But that little life inside

Rena pushed my hand away with a groan of annoyance. Of course I recorded her reaction. Oh, this could be included in Rena's series of sex videotapes. Her expression was so natural that it would jeopardize the panties of any man who saw it. Including me, usually. Turning down, her flat stomach, maybe some new curves from the abdominal muscles. She exercises more without me? Oh, I love this part. The swell on the outside of her pussy. Like a rosy cockscomb. I twisted it a little, and Rena rubbed her thighs together with a groan of pain.

More importantly, her belly continued to grow under everyone’s eyes at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. “Ahhh! Ughhh! My stomach… What’s wrong with my stomach? Oh, it hurts! It hurts so bad I’m going to die! Doctor Darven, save me!” The pregnant woman had no choice but to lie on the table, and her belly, which had inflated like a ball, now looked like she was nine months pregnant. Her clothes could no longer fit, so she lifted her clothes, revealing her rounded belly. Everyone on the scene was stunned. What a strange thing, the more they looked at it.

I am tight — tighter than I realized — and so wet that my finger slides in easily, my walls clenching around the intrusion. "Add another finger. Stretch yourself open." I add my index finger alongside the first, and the stretch makes me gasp. I've never fingered myself with more than one before — it always felt like too much — but now, with my body this aroused, it feels incredible. "Now curl your fingers. Toward your belly button. There's a spot in there — a rough, spongy spot. Find it." I curl my fingers, searching, and then I feel it — a slightly different texture on my front wall, and when I press against it—

“Damien, seriously?” “I mean it,” he says, holding his hands up defensively. “You’ve been mentioning your dress size changing, and—” Carol interrupts him. “Well, maybe I’ve been eating more than usual!” She places a hand on her lower abdomen. “But look at this—my belly always stays this way, no matter what I do!” Her fingers pause as she frowns, noticing for the first time that her lower abdomen feels slightly firmer than usual. “See?” she mutters, half to herself. “Maybe I really did gain weight…”

I just wanted to be comfortable. Before I left my room, I stopped in front of the mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. And stared. Maya had not been exaggerating. Something was really different about my body. My hips were really wide and full, they were curving outward in a way that they never did before. My waist was smaller and it dipped in, a lot more. My boobs felt heavy and round. And my ass was a lot bigger. Damn, did I get a bbl?

Her back curved, her pelvis pivoted, and she rode the tub like a horse. Orva gasped, her nipples erect, beating with a delight she hadn't felt for a really long time. She stuffed her hand inside her jeans. Her daughter wasn't little any longer, and she wasn't doing herself interestingly, it was a drilled development. It was a similar one she had seen her sister doing, and had done with herself.