Femboy Belly Bulge Novels & Stories

Celeste ate more, but her heart was full of contradictions and confusion. Looking at Celeste's bulging belly, Dean worried that the girl would find it unbearable to grow too fast and too big. The serious proportions of his wife who was originally small in stature and became fat made Dean nervous every day. He was afraid that Celeste would not notice the movement and fall unsteadily.

No makeup but the glow on her face was different. It was not enough, but he shows her falt Kelly was no minger flat but it's swollen now. This is not a usual thing. He was just gawking at her belly but then the camera focus moved and the scene was changed. He couldn't comprehend what he had seen.

"I'm so fat now..." Belle whined as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her four-month baby bump was beginning to show, a gentle curve visible against her otherwise slender frame. "Where's the fat?" Ethan asked seriously as he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands settling protectively over her small bump. "Here." Belle pouted, placing both hands on her stomach. "I'm getting rounder. I'm getting fat, Ethan. I'm not sexy anymore. You'll find someone prettier and sexier to replace me."

he said boring his eyes at my belly and shifting them to my feet to see they are swelling as I can feel pain in them. " Well, this is why only women's get pregnant not men because God knew it from the start that men can't do it as easily as women can " I taunt him don't know why but my mood suddenly changed from calm one to sassy bitchy one as I am having a craving to bang his head on wall for asking such stupid question. " Wow wow, sassy! " He said and ran into the kitchen. Why wouldn't I be sassy, it's obvious bro when your belly became big you can't see your feet it's common sense doesn't he have it and about back pain yes it's happening more than you can imagine.

Everything else didn’t seem to matter, not the swirl of nausea in the pit of my stomach, or my bulging belly that restricted every move. My body was sore, my ankles the size of drums, and I looked like I had swallowed a giant balloon before expanding to its size. I was at 10 months and still going through and hot. I swear Duncan’s baby had no intentions of leaving my belly. I swayed in my position as the stylist continued straightening my curls into a straight bob that would fit perfectly with my headgear. “Is everything okay?” Her eyes found mine in the reflection, and I gave her a small smile before wincing when a fist slammed on my bladder from the inside.

I swear my nose is beginning to change shape. And then there’s my abdomen. It’s not noticeable to anyone else, I don’t believe, but I can see a slight change. It’s kind of like when I’ve eaten too much, or I’m bloated. I smooth down the front of the sequined red dress I’m wearing and stare at it for a long moment. Yes, I can definitely see a change.