Female Belly Stuffing Novels & Stories

My belly looked pregnant with quadruplets from how deep and full they were stretching me. When they finally reached their limit, the orgasm was catastrophic. All four men roared and unloaded inside me at the same time. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb in massive quantities. So much cum pumped into me that my belly visibly swelled even more. When they finally pulled out one by one, a literal waterfall of thick white cum gushed out of my ruined, gaping pussy onto the stage floor. I lay there twitching violently, my eyes unfocused, body covered in sweat and cum, belly slightly swollen.

Okafor was standing at the far end of the room with his back against the wall and his expression set in the particular stillness of a professional maintaining composure in a situation that warranted the opposite. On the examination table, Celeste sat with her dress rearranged and her hands in her lap and her eyes — for the first time since I’d known her — without their careful management. On the table beside her sat a prosthetic. Flesh-colored silicone, shaped precisely, weighted to move naturally under clothing. A neat dome that would sit beneath a dress and read as a three and a half month pregnancy to any eye that didn’t get closer than arm’s reach. I looked at it.

Her fans are the ones who find her pretty,' thought Felicity. Seeing her zone out, Vermont playfully poked her belly, saying, "Women naturally accumulate fat in their lower abdomen more than men because they're designed to bear children. It's a protective mechanism for them and the baby." "Stop spewing baseless nonsense!" said Felicity as she swatted his hand away. Vermont chuckled and leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "I find it cute."

do. She rubs the tip of that thing to her juice, soaking it wet and slithery. Celestine immediately wears that thing and looks like a woman with an extension. She spits slightly to bathe around the toy she was wearing, which was about the size of the eggplant I used to cook. No need to harden, but need to heat. She approached me. Tied her long hair as if in a bun and violently opened my two thighs and slowly entered into my hole.

"I can pull out if you're sore. I guess I got a bit carried away at the end... I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No baby, I liked it. It wasn't painful, just unusual... I felt so bloated, completely stuffed and stretched. But I liked it, Jeff. Don't pull out yet, stay in me. I like having you in my ass, feeling so full of you. It's weird and hot but also... Kind of intimate in a way, you know? Special, somehow," she said, turning her head to kiss me. She tittered and pressed her plump ass back against me, adding: "Plus, all the cum you pumped in me is pretty soothing... There's no risk I'll feel sore with that huge load squishing inside me!"

Chapter 3: Frenzy of Thick Loads I lay on the soft circular platform in the center of the room, my body completely spent yet still humming with need. Cum covered almost every inch of me — thick white streaks on my breasts, my stomach, my face, and my thighs. My pussy and ass felt stretched and ruined, constantly leaking the mixed loads of fifteen men who had already taken their turn inside me. My belly was noticeably swollen, heavy with all the seed they had pumped deep into my womb.

Stacey purred, increasing the speed. "Oh yes," Vanessa breathed, feeling an orgasm building. Before it could peak the dildo was pulled from her ass. "No," she gasped, which brought another bought of laughter from the girls. More lube was squirted onto her ass and she again felt something pushing at her hole. She relaxed, glad that it was back, but gasped loudly as she realized that this one was bigger, much bigger. "That was just a little thing," Stacey told her. "This is so much better. Now just relax and let it in," she urged.

“This is what happens to my favorite new toy.” She strapped on the biggest dildo yet — a black, veined monstrosity nearly fourteen inches long with an inflatable knot at the base. Without mercy she slammed it into Lila’s already soaked pussy, stretching her walls to their limit. Lila screamed, back arching off the table.

She just told me to be quick. Normally, I would've been offended, but I was so fucking turned on by the baby in the oven that my rod was steel hard. She was red hot too. I soon got into a rhythm; our stomachs slapped together, making that hollow sound you hear when you are thumping a watermelon. My balls swayed manfully in the sac, which tightly pulled up as the great moment arrived. Finally, my ten inch babymaker was stuffed in as far as it would go, completely engulfing her fertilized womb. Once again, the small slit widened incredibly and a gusher of potent seed was propelled with tremendous force. Apparently, my superman unit down there wasn't concerned whether mom was pregnant or not, i

My belly is massively distended—round, taut, sloshing like a water balloon. He leans down, one hand pressing on my swollen abdomen, forcing the cum to shift inside me. I come again—screaming, squirting, body arching off the altar. His final breeding. All six erupt together—directly into my womb and bowels. The pressure is excruciating, perfect. My belly swells even larger—impossibly round, skin shiny and veined with dark lines. Cum forces back out around his shafts in thick geysers, but most stays sealed inside.