Femboy Belly Bulge Novels & Stories

Bella's POV I changed into a pair of jeans with an off-the-shoulder sweater. My belly has started to show more, but I don't want my pregnancy to gain attention during the competition. I use my ring to conceal my bump. I look at the mirror, and the illusion of a flat stomach reflects on the mirror. I rub my little bump tenderly. "It's just while we're done with the competition, little one."

I moved uneasily around my bed, sliding against the sheets and clutching the covers to my chest while trying to find a suitable position that would enable me continue my prolonged slumber. My stomach growled. I wasn't surprised. I was beginning to think that the breakfast of salad Terren had sent up for me was a punishment for not letting him in my room and not for me to lose a little fat from my rounded belly as he put it. My belly isn't even that big, Despite knowing this, I spent a few minutes palming it trying to know if it was actually big or He was just exaggerating. I know it bulged out a bit when I wear my body con dresses, it folded when I sat but I don't think having about five sp

5cm stretch! For amateurs, this might be too much. However, Joe was anything but an amateur when it came to butt sex. As a certified bottom, his asshole was well trained, and it might be a tight fit, but Joe was more confident about fitting all ten balls inside him on the first try. They didn’t look like they would vibrate a lot, but it would count as a win if they did. With so many beads, he would only imagine how stuffed he would feel. The turkey for thanksgiving wouldn’t even feel as full as him after he swallowed all ten balls.

I told her it was too much, but she didn’t seem to mind. I sigh, touching my belly slowly, stroking and pulling at the fabric to make sure it’s not too tight. So I look at myself from the side, trying to see if there’s any change in my belly... if it’s grown a bit and is showing signs, but there’s no difference yet...

“Agnarr!” He smirks as he circles me, “Moving on, as I was saying, despite that and these breasts…” He grabs my breasts, squeezing them from behind, his lips brushing my ear. He clearly just needs a reason to touch me! “Yet your swelling belly is becoming round, like a watermelon. No one can be that blind to miss it.” “It’s nowhere near as big as a watermelon!” I look in the mirror, standing straight and realise it is obvious… where once my stomach was flat it is far from it, with so much going on I didn’t even notice… but it is NOT a watermelon. He is so dramatic!

Summer was so nice to her… Suddenly, Summer eyed her tummy and asked, “Have you been sitting around a lot lately? Have you been exercising after your meals? Your stomach has grown… It looks like you’ve developed a small belly?” Tiffany lowered her head and stared at her belly apprehensively. She was wearing a tight black dress today. It wasn’t obvious when she was standing up, but her stomach protruded once she sat down… She usually wore office wear, so she didn’t notice. Now, it seemed… that her pregnancy was showing, and it had only been slightly more than two months. Arianne wasn’t showing that much during her pregnancy… She smiled awkwardly. “Maybe… I need to lose some weight.”

Teasingly, I played with the hem of my black strap top before dragging the material up, revealing my slightly chubby belly. ‎"That's it, baby," he growled softly. Encouragingly. "You have the cutest little belly button." ‎My lips broke into a smile. "Really?" I'd never had anyone comment on my belly button before. My ex used to moan at me when I gained a few pounds after I'd entered my twenties. I was a big fan of flat stomachs in my teens but I grew out of it, learning to love myself and not care what other people thought. Ben didn't like that much, especially my love handles which I still have today.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

Cindy added. “I was getting to that.” Kelly cut her a look. “Let me finish.” “Fine.” “She had a round belly. I mean we were only five. Her mom didn’t buy her anything that really fit. So, they naturally kept rolling down.” “And she was as coordinated as a hippo with three legs,” Cindy whispered.

my orgasm. He lifted to his knees again, a hand pushing his hair off his forehead as he bent and tore my dress down the rest of the way. He flung it across the room, then his hands found my knees, spreading them. I scuffled to cover up, all my reservations coming to the forefront as he literally held me wide open for him. I didn’t have a flat stomach, a smaller waist yes, but that didn’t take away from the lower belly fat. My arms jiggled. My thighs rippled when I walked.