Female Belly Expansion Novels & Stories

Their slipperiness made the sex easy and subtle. She tightened herself for Caleb’s sake. She wanted to bring him to the ecstasy that she had already entered. Lily watched his body tense with the thrusts. His shoulders pulled back, broadening his chest. The speed of the thrust increased, and his muscles constricted to her delight. Finally he pulled out and shot his cum over her belly.

Heat bloomed low in my belly. She dipped two fingers inside herself, pumped them in and out with a filthy squelch, then added a third. Her pussy stretched around them, greedy and pink. She fucked herself harder, palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, breathier, back arching as she chased pleasure without shame.

“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-”

A bridge between species. The tentacles in my pussy and ass keep moving slowly, gently fucking me through the process, keeping me stimulated and loose and ready for more. Each orgasm that ripples through me seems to help my body accept more eggs, seems to draw them deeper into my womb where they belong, seems to make room for even more. I look down at my belly and watch myself growing. Swelling. Stretching to accommodate the alien life taking root inside me. Ten eggs. Twenty. Thirty. I lose count as my belly grows larger and larger, round and tight, looking full-term pregnant and then beyond.

Michael eventually asked. Mr. Forsythe didn't seem to notice Michael's use of vernacular. "What? Oh no. Ms. Bell's bosom is remarkable in two significant respects," he lectured. "First of all the size of each breasts is extraordinary, much larger than one would expect on a young lady with such a slender frame, at least without any enhancements. How big are they, Ms. Bell?" "Um, about 34DD," she replied, slightly calmer now that she realised that this was a very factual and down-to-earth discussion.

Michael eventually asked. Mr. Forsythe didn't seem to notice Michael's use of vernacular. "What? Oh no. Ms. Bell's bosom is remarkable in two significant respects," he lectured. "First of all the size of each breasts is extraordinary, much larger than one would expect on a young lady with such a slender frame, at least without any enhancements. How big are they, Ms. Bell?" "Um, about 34DD," she replied, slightly calmer now that she realised that this was a very factual and down-to-earth discussion.

She was curious about the whereabouts of her former comrades in arms. “Hmm... she’s... a little round,” said Altha, which added to the curiosity of her friends. “You mean she got fat?” Altha looked at Amber while shaking her head. “No, but there’s something odd about her stomach. Is it possible for a person to have a bulging stomach in less than two months? And it feels hard like pregnant women when we hug,” explained Altha slightly raising her voice. Cece was about to deny that such a thing was possible, but suddenly all the women fell silent with wide eyes, looking straight at the entrance, except for Altha who had her back turned and didn’t know anything.

“I can’t believe, without thinking, I consumed such a divine pill; I didn’t even think about it and believed Blake’s word and took it. I wonder if he liked my transformation. He did rank me as one of his women; I can’t wait to tease him when we meet again tomorrow.” After the girls finished taking their shower, They let Julie know the bathroom was accessible for her to use. Entering the room, a slight mist lingered, and she had to wipe the mirror to see her reflection. Disrobing, she looked closer at the changes that had occurred. There were no stretch marks from her previous births, especially Tabby and Tabitha’s; she was like a balloon with the two. Even with the moisturizing, she had ling

June’s Perspective Standing on that velvet pedestal, I feel like a total stranger in my own skin. Leila’s measuring tape doesn't lie, but the numbers feel like a glitch in reality. A 36DD. A 25-inch waist. A sudden, dramatic flare to 42-inch hips. I am exactly 5’10” now, looking down at a universe that used to be strictly at eye level. "You're not just growing, June," Leila murmurs, pulling a breathtaking silk-lined corset-top from a hidden rack in the back. "You're refining. Most people take years of diet and exercise to settle into this kind of physical presence. You’re doing it in days."

The sight sent a bolt of pure need straight to his cock, hardening him against the confines of his trousers. Lower, the soft roll of her stomach curved gently outward, a plush, inviting swell that the water traced in rivulets. It wasn’t flat or toned like the women he usually took; it was soft, yielding, the kind of belly that would press warm and perfect against his abs when he took her. Dominic’s wolf growled in approval. *Bury your face there. Kiss every inch. She was made for this.*