Pregnant Belly Rumble Novels & Stories

He stopped, resting his hand flat against her stomach, rubbing his thumb against it slowly before lowering his head, kissing along her belly button. She leaned back slightly, allowing him to lower his lips to her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut once more, a small smile tugging at her lips as he pressed light kisses up her belly line to where her navel was located. As his lips drew close to her navel, he brushed his teeth along the flesh of her belly. He sucked hard on her skin, his lips leaving trails of wet, sloppy marks along her entire belly. She moaned softly beneath him, gripping onto his shoulders in response.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath and was moaning softly as the TV was playing some explicit scenes. When she heard me come in, she panicked and tried to act normal as she talked to me while quickly fumbling with her phone behind her back, tapping the screen as if she were hanging up a call. "Darling! You're home early!" I pretended not to notice anything and acted exhausted, saying I needed to take a shower to relax. When I came out, she fawned all over me, acting as if she was desperate for my affection. I felt nothing but disdain. Then, I took the medicine out and said, "Look, I got these prenatal supplements from the doctors near Grandma's place. They said these are quite good."

Milagros could only shake her head animatedly. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. She is a little anemic and over-fatigued. Other than that there's nothing detrimental to your wife's health." "And the baby?" he said after a few seconds. "The baby is fine. Your little guy boasted his heartbeat when I checked on him." She chuckled. Ira's forehead compressed. "How do you know it's a he?" "Pulses are typically accurate, although it may be too soon to tell," Miranda said with a bright smile.

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.

Nothing about me screamed pregnant. And yet— “The baby is stable,” the doctor continued. “Your fainting wasn’t caused by the pregnancy itself. It was stress, exhaustion, and vitamin deficiency. But the pregnancy is there.” My throat tightened. A baby. I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the edge of her desk, replaying everything in my head. The passing out. The exhaustion. The emotions that felt too big for my body lately. It all rearranged itself into something terrifyingly logical.

The villa was quiet under the thick blanket of midnight. The ocean outside whispered against the rocks, a constant low rhythm that usually helped Raven sleep. But not tonight. Her body refused to settle. At eight months pregnant, everything felt heavier, hotter, and more sensitive. Her massive belly made it hard to find a comfortable position, but it wasn’t just the physical discomfort keeping her awake. The hormones had turned her into a dripping, needy mess again. Her pussy throbbed constantly, aching to be filled. Even after the brutal anal session earlier that evening, she still wanted more. She needed Damien like air.

Sleep became a distant memory, replaced by persistent aches and a nagging discomfort low in my abdomen. Pregnancy was supposed to be… normal. But this was beyond anything I’d anticipated. The discomfort was relentless, a constant, gnawing pressure. Clutching my swollen belly, I paced the living room, unable to find a moment's peace. It felt like my insides were being relentlessly churned, a tempestuous storm brewing within. "Baby, please give Mommy a break. I know you're eager to meet the world, but it's not quite time yet," I whispered, my voice soft but firm, addressing the little lives growing inside me.

Never has, never will. I’m getting bigger,” I murmur, resting my forehead against his. “It’s starting to really show.” “Good,” he says immediately. I lean back to look at him. “Good?” I ask with interest. He nods, and his fingers press lightly against the swell of my belly. “You look like a storm goddess who’s about to birth a demigod. It’s very hot.” I snort, though I can’t help the little smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “I don’t think that’s a normal reaction to pregnancy,” I inform him.

Presently, I feel a stronger kick on the side of my belly, making me reach for the spot and grimace. Brandon immediately appears in front of me, looking concerned. “What happened?” he asks. “Are you feeling something?” “No. It was just a kick. The baby is restless.” Emma rubs a hand on my shoulder. .

I began to feel discomfort as my stomach rumbled. "Baby... I'm not feeling too well," I replied, clutching my baby bump, while Ramirez, already concerned, hurried towards me.