Femboy Belly Bulge Novels & Stories

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.

A goddess of fertility, her body had been completely overtaken by the life growing inside her. The skin was stretched so tight it was nearly translucent in places, pale and shiny, with a delicate network of blue veins visible just beneath the surface, pulsing faintly as though straining to contain my little sister. Her popped-out belly button stuck out even more noticeably from that angle. The prominent, swollen knob distended boldly from the very center of the massive curve, begging for attention.

And Goddess knows I’m eating more than my share these days. Since my entire body has filled out, thankfully my belly pudge isn’t even that noticeable. For now. Yeah, it's just a muffin top. Curvy is just a word for females to feel sexy but that’s not me. I’m happily chubby because it means I’m not starving.

She felt like she is a disgrace to womanhood by classifying them like that, after all, she is still a woman no matter what but she will think about that later because her joke, got her the attention of the man opposite her. Kane heard a man's voice and turned to look, he was surprised at what he saw, the young man was only a head shorter than him, he has this shiny blonde hair that was side swept on his forehead, a sea blue eyes, a natural defined nose, a full heart shaped pink lips and a diamond long face, a clean jaw which looks so smooth like it has never been shaved. He was dressed in a tuxedo and was holding two glasses of drinks with a nice smile which he found strange because it was a

I want to place my face at the crook of his neck and simply inhale him until my body melts into him, though I know that probably equates to sex. He unbuckles his belt, and the sound clicks too loudly in the quiet room, or maybe I am the one who is paying attention. His trousers slide lower on his hips, causing my throat to dry as I force my gaze away. What the hell? Does pregnancy make one absurdly horny? Still… why is his body so macho-ly attractive? I turn to look at my own and frown. My belly, which once had abs, is now soft and round. I should probably stop snacking at midnight.

Aimes gave them will help from creating more. Arabella didn’t mind having more and Gael told her he didn’t either, but they still put the cream on every night that Gael was there to pamper the other. Her scar was clear, a pale stretch of skin along the underside of the pouch forming. Taking a deep breath, Arabella runs both her hands this time underneath the belly bump. She isn’t huge, but she has started to show very noticeably. Her chest has filled out and hurts whenever she wears a rough cotton shirt.

Unlike my mom, who does it the opposite way every single time. "God, Fatty, that was a whole marathon," I complain, holding my stomach up with both hands once I take off my graduation gown and I can finally lay down. I'm huge. And miserable. My belly weighs a ton, my boobs are humongous and I still have a month left until my son is ready to come out, but he's already big enough... maybe more than big enough. That's why I call him Fatty -in a loving way- because he's overgrown and that makes moving around very hard for me.

She started looking worse each day, like she had aged ten years overnight. The voice in my belly screamed in frustration. [Damn it! You deducted my happiness points again. What am I supposed to do for the next checkup?] [How dare she boss my mom around?! This woman is really wicked! Mommy, I feel so bad for you.] That wasn't all. I bought exercise equipment to keep myself fit and a tiny camera to track my fitness progress. After working out, my body had grown visibly healthier. The fat I had gained from being force-fed finally started to disappear, and even my terrifyingly huge belly shrank a little.

McClintock’s flat belly. The triangle of her bikini bottom could barely hide the fat lips of an hairless pussy. Her thighs were full yet looked firm with only a slight hint of cellulite. Her look was so natural that it turned Johnny on. It reminded him of the huge poster of a naked p**n star he hid at the back of his closet. He panned up and saw the outline of her nipples underneath the small triangle of her bikini top. They were small soft peaks that left Johnny wondering how big they would grow if he sucked on them.

Except for, of course, that her belly had popped. On any normal person, one could easily assume that maybe she had eaten too much. But Lucy was not a normal person. No, she barely had an ounce of fat on her body, and it was obvious that her normally flat stomach was no longer so. No, she was very clearly pregnant.