Femboy Belly Bulge Novels & Stories

He held both breasts in his hands, testing their weight. "You have beautiful tits." His bearded cheeks rubbed against my neck and spurned a sensitive ache inside me. "I can't wait to suck on them." "Marshall," I moaned. His hands released my breasts and ventured down to my belly. I sucked in a sharp breath. My belly was round and soft and I was always embarrassed by it. I'd always had one, regardless of my age, diet, or activity. I just knew from watching other relationships and television that most guys didn't like fuller stomachs.

"Giselle, you said yourself that Ronnie has suspicions, and she and I both commented on the fact your body had already changed some. I know you don't want to hear this, but your tummy is a little rounded. It wouldn't be noticeable except you're normally flat as can be. You have better abs than most men I know. And they've softened a good bit." I swatted him across the belly, the sound of my fingers hitting his bare skin made it sound harsher than it was. "Did you seriously just tell me I'd already gotten fat?" His arms circled around me and dragged me into his chest. The laugh that rumbled through his body shook me with him. "No, babe. I'm just saying your friends will notice. And if you don

Madison went off. I touched my belly, hating how it had changed since my stay with Madison. My finger pressed into it. It felt hard, and it was round and fat. It's like everything I've consumed, the fat transferred only into that section. I hit it, loathing how weird I look with a bloated belly. I growled in pain and held my belly, hitting myself too hard. "Are you alright up there?" Madison asked. "I'm fine," I retorted as I started putting on my clothes.

I don’t want to get too comfortable with that thought though. *We need to find that stream,* Laney whines, making our nose wiggle again. “Ah-choo,” I sneeze. “I’d offer you a hanky but… no pockets,” Harley jests. I look up to see him tapping his belly. And of course, there’s absolutely no movement. No pudgy spots on his body whatsoever. It just isn’t fair. No matter how many crunches I do, any kind of repetitive exercise, I still have a little jiggle in my belly. My boobs are still too big and hang lower than I’d like.

My free hand rests on my stomach. I've always had a soft belly. There's always been a gentle curve that's been there since I was a teenager, no matter how much I ran or lifted or starved myself into someone else's idea of perfect. I used to joke about how my hips and ass were generous enough to make up for it and how the softness made me feel womanly instead of fragile. I just... accepted it. Now I'm staring down at the same curve, and it feels different. It's not exactly bigger. Not obvious to anyone who doesn't know to look. But there's a slight extra roundness there.

Alina's POV After thinking about it, I become short of breath. "Freddy, is it a fact that you like me? Otherwise, why would you do something that you think is stupid but I like?" I'm suddenly terrified! My hands involuntarily caresses my belly. The baby in my belly is more than three months old now. Because I have been controlling my diet and I am thin, my belly is not showing at all. When the baby is five or six months old, I can still cover my belly with a controlled diet and loose clothes. But what about seven months, eight months and nine months?

It would then become very troublesome to treat. Jia Shihan, who had just suffered a loss, stood there awkwardly, as she did not know whether to move or not. Apart from the TV shows, Qin Haodong had never seen a woman wearing a belly band. He could not help taking a few glances. Currently, the belly band had many holes in it from being burned. Some parts could not cover up her prominent chest. He could not help saying in his heart that he had not realized that this gentle and quiet little girl had such a good body.

"...he pierced my stomach from the inside that he made a bulge from the inside of my belly button..." GASP! "Oh my..." Harriet stifled her laughter. "Tha—that's concerning..." Arai muttered, flabbergasted. "I thought Zaha's already big..." "Is that bad...? I mean when I did so with Heath it also happen. The little bulge from the inside of my belly button," Miriam blinked innocently. "Nooo, Miriam, it's because your body is small and Heath is much bigger than you," Arai chirped. "See, maybe Her Highness is very lean and thinner than us, but she's tall enough!"

Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, lifting her loose sweater slowly. Her breath caught as she stared at her reflection. The gentle swell that had been barely noticeable just weeks ago was now unmistakably there, a soft, rounded curve pushing outward from her lower abdomen. At just over four months along, her pregnant belly was starting to show in a way that made everyday clothes feel tighter and her body feel irrevocably changed. She turned sideways, running both hands over the smooth, warm skin. A flutter of movement inside made her smile, a dark, possessive thrill blooming in her chest.

“I'm not. I believe everyone is different, and you're unique in your own body. Although I have a suggestion.” I took a deep breath. “What is your suggestion?” “I don't mean to be rude, but I think working out a little to reduce your belly fat would make you look even better.” I sighed,a kind of desperate sigh. I always knew that. My belly protruded no matter how little I ate and it always unsettled me. “Don't get me wrong.” Joey said again. “I don't mean to force you into doing something that you don't want to do. In fact, it isn't necessary. Leave your tummy the way it is.”