Femboy Belly Bulge Novels & Stories

She prefers wearing skirts and dresses. And is she wearing makeup? Jeremy walked closer and he almost tripped on her legs. He noticed the black strappy heels she was wearing and he gulped. Those toes and the curves on her feet... Sexy! He looked closer and the top got pulled up and her belly button was peeking out. It was T-shaped and Adam's apple bobbed and his throat went dry seeing that little piece of delicacy peeking out. "Hey," he whispered, resting his hands on both sides of her belly.

I was wrong. Tight was defs an understatement. Because my lips resisted, folded white around the diameter of the ball before yielding with a slow, slurping pop. And my walls screamed as it forced deeper, pressure ballooning inside like my cunt might split clean. My juices kept flooding out anyway. Hot and messy, mixing with lube to drip down my ass crack onto the sheets. The weight settled into my abdomen. I was beyond full. And my belly bulged slightly. "Fuck... Daddy… it's too big." My words fractured out.

The girl had a problem, she wanted my oversize ones. "Autumn, are you still on this issue?" "Yes," she pouted, "I was thinking I could get surgery to add more bones here," she patted her hips, "make it pop out so when I put on a dress, it'll be sexy." "Autumn, you look fine the way you are," I chuckled as I locked the door, "you don't need any extra hips and your slender waist is perfect, don't even think of doing anything to make it slimmer."

With how huge her belly was, it made her look like she was around a hundred and twenty kilograms. “How is it? I look fat, right?” Phoebe asked. Thomas nodded. “You do look fatter.” Being proud of herself, Phoebe said, “I tied the pillow to my body. It makes me look fat but I am actually not. With this, I do not need to worry about getting myself ugly for real.” It was smart of her. But was that going to work? Thomas pointed at her face. “Your face still looks slim.” “It is okay. I will make myself look ‘fat’ using makeup. As long as I look fat, that should work.”

"OMG, Anna! Look!" Isabella squealed, standing before the mirror in nothing but her underwear. Her belly looked a little like it had bloated over the past six months and she couldn't help but flaunt it. "Awww, look at that baby bulge. It's adorable." Anna gushed from the phone she held in her hands. "You'll look like an elephant in a few days. You're happy with that?" Isabella rolled her eyes, giggling. "Yes. I'm fine with it, you pessimist. I can't wait to meet him or her."

I said, "YES! I miss that so much!" We made it to town and went to the boutique first. I told Kayla, "I need a minimum of four formal dresses that I can fit over my belly. This is going to be fun." She laughed and said, "I wish I had that. I have a belly, but not like yours." I said, "Trust me, this is not something you want. It can be super uncomfortable. Especially when they both stretch at the same time." She cringed and said, "That's uncomfortable enough with just one. I can't even imagine the feeling of two of them." I laughed and said, "Sometimes it feels like they're wrestling around in there. It's crazy." She shook her head and said, "Never mind. I do not want that."

--Alyssa-- As I glance down at my belly, I can’t help but marvel at the changes that have occurred over the past two months. It’s as if my body has defied the usual timeline, and instead of showing the subtle signs of early pregnancy, I now appear as though I’m well into my sixth month. The growth is significant, the curve of my abdomen undeniably prominent, and it’s both awe-inspiring and a little overwhelming. It feels like my body is orchestrating its own version of time, moving at its own pace.

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.

He marks my neck with teeth and tongue, branding me over and over. He makes me wear nothing but his flannel shirts around the house now, sleeves rolled up, hem brushing my thighs, buttons open so my chest and belly are always on display. Every time I walk past he grabs me, palms the curve, growls “look at you” like he can’t believe I’m real. By August the change is undeniable. I wake up one morning and the mirror shows a firm, round dome where my abs used to be. My belly is a perfect, taut swell, skin stretched tight and glowing, faint silver stretch marks cracking across my hips like lightning bolts.

I try not to gawk, I really do, but it seems as if the woman's belly is the size of two watermelons squeezed in there. The man smiles nervously at us, and then his eyes drop to my stomach. "Good luck." It looks like the poor woman can barely stand on her two feet, and I just wonder why they couldn't put her in a wheelchair or something. "Are you going to look like that?" Phoebe whispers, her mouth hanging open. "Girl, you're definitely going to need plastic surgery after that." Fuck. I think she's right. There's no way anyone can bounce back after that.