Stuffed Belly Novels & Stories

I defended him. "Tss, it's just thin but someone can still have a bulge in your stomach, now it's gone." He said rudely. I looked at my stomach and felt it. But because I was full and ate a lot, it was full. "There is so!" "You only ate so much today, so there is a bit fat on your belly," "No, how did you say no? You're too eme!" "I'm not eme, I'm telling the truth here. When I hug you because there is nothing soft in your stomach, it’s just bones! "He teased.

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

She did not think that she would stretch her stomach from overeating. Eventually, when she stood up, she was in pain from her bulging stomach. Angeline sat down again. “What’s wrong?” Jay asked when he noticed something was wrong. “I ate too much,” Angeline said in embarrassment.

More importantly, her belly continued to grow under everyone’s eyes at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. “Ahhh! Ughhh! My stomach… What’s wrong with my stomach? Oh, it hurts! It hurts so bad I’m going to die! Doctor Darven, save me!” The pregnant woman had no choice but to lie on the table, and her belly, which had inflated like a ball, now looked like she was nine months pregnant. Her clothes could no longer fit, so she lifted her clothes, revealing her rounded belly. Everyone on the scene was stunned. What a strange thing, the more they looked at it.

"And what is this story that I'm a challenge, huh?” Flynn giggled and shrunk his body when he felt me poking him in the belly with his fingertips. From the photos, I always had the impression that Flynn was a little overweight, but personally the case was totally the opposite. He was very big and had a wide back, but his belly did not protrude with folds under his shirt. Even I had more fat accumulated than him, and I threw a sad look at my dress that folded in my belly.

I woke up startled when something hard bumped in my belly. I pressed my hand against my stomach and rubbed it. It didn’t hurt, it felt uncomfortable, and I’d never felt anything like that before. I sat still on the bed waiting for another nudge. When nothing happened I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I must be hungry again.

There was something different about it, it stuck out a bit and I could tell that it wasn't because she was overfed. The bulge in Alexa's belly wasn't the same as the bulge of someone who was too full from eating something, after all the meal had been over for a long time, if it really was due to the food factor then surely Alexa's belly would have deflated after a few hours. Degh! 'Is she fucking pregnant?!' I was so surprised by what conjecture suddenly entered my head, about what made me suddenly think that Alexa was currently carrying my seed, the content that I had ordered to be discarded, was really still maintained by Alexa until now.

Hearing this, Anna almost spit out the soup she had just drunk and coughed fiercely, "Do you want to over stuff me?" Liam raised his eyebrows and didn't deny it. Anna looked at the peeled eggs in front of her and couldn't say how uncomfortable she felt in her stomach. "I really can't stuff any more in my stomach." Liam's chilly eyes immediately looked over. Frightened, Anna quickly stuffed the egg into her mouth, summoning up the courage. Another egg filled up her belly, and Anna rubbed her lower abdomen faster and faster. She was pondering that she must take some medicines that help digest food on her way back home.

And somehow, my body still thinks we've got time to kill. Fuck. My. Life. I shift in my seat, wincing as another wave tightens low in my abdomen. My hands fly to my belly in a half-assed attempt to soothe it. At this point, it's pure reflex. It doesn't help. Nothing works. I'm absolutely miserable. My stomach is enormous. My back aches almost constantly. And my ankles? They're so swollen you could slap a logo on me and call me the fucking Pillsbury Dough Girl.

He set a plate in front of me, then crouched to kiss my bump before sitting across the table. “Eat,” he ordered, eyes sharp. I rolled my eyes, stabbing a forkful. At first, it was fine. My stomach growled, the first few bites sliding down easy. But halfway through, a heavy ache bloomed in my belly. I set the fork down, grimacing. Alex’s head snapped up instantly. “What?” “Nothing,” I muttered, pressing a hand to my stomach. “Just… heavy. It feels like the food’s not going anywhere. Like it’s stuck.”