Tracy Jordan Belly Stuffing Novels & Stories

It was going to be a long day. Over an hour later, and with only minutes to spare until Gordon Baxter was scheduled to arrive, Tracy stumbled through the restaurant’s back door with one arm full of papers and the other precariously balancing a paper bag of odds and ends. She hustled through and dropped everything on the long, sleek prep table with a sigh. "What a…"

Clarabelle came into her room. She carried a tray full of Jordan's favorite foods. She wanted to make Jordan comfortable after unwinding. Since arriving, Jordan hadn't wanted to eat. He just asked for a drink then he went to sleep again. Jordan was in bed most of the day. Several times Clarabelle looked at him, he seemed so sound asleep. "Jordan ..." Clarabelle placed the tray on the nightstand next to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking Jordan's arm to wake him up.

Like he already knew exactly where this was going. I pointed immediately. “Oh yeah.” Everybody tensed. “I almost forgot.” Several people cursed under their breath. “I Traci Silver…” Trey moved like lightning. One second he was standing there. The next he had a banana. A peeled banana. Where the hell he got it from, I had absolutely no idea. Then he shoved it into my mouth. The entire thing. I stared at him in disbelief. The room froze. “That’ll shut you up,” he mumbled. “Nope,” Zayden muttered. “Nothing shuts her up.”

She sucked him eagerly, moaning around the shaft while her hand reached back to stroke Jordan. “Fuck, she’s good,” Lang groaned. “Keep going just like that.” They passed her back and forth under the table for nearly twenty minutes. She sucked one while stroking another, her pussy juice was dripping onto the carpet. The constant movement kept her hidden, but the thrill of their casual conversation above her head made her feel filthy. Jordan finally pulled her up onto his lap. Her dress rode up as she straddled him, facing the table like she was simply sitting close. The cloth hid everything below her waist.

She only gave her a soft hug and touched her belly. “It’s so big!” she said while smiling. “Seems like this fella is very well-fed. I’m sure he’ll be a fat baby. It’s going to be fun! I don’t care, I have to be his godmother. I must be the first one to carry him!” “Okay, okay!” Cordelia could not stop laughing. “You’re not his godmother. You might become his aunty by then…” “Hey!” Trinity stared at her, her cheeks red.

she sang and hurriedly, Jordan made his way to the living room, coming into the view of his wife, who was lounging on the sofa, several pillows placed behind her back to make her comfortable. Emerald was donned in a simple bathrobe, her hair a messy bun on her head as she held an empty eating bowl in one hand and a little bell in the other. She was still as beautiful as ever—even more beautiful in Jordan's eyes—especially with an addition to her; a seven–month old baby bump. “Cal!” she shouted again, ringing the tiny bell, and Jordan was quick to kneel by her side, staring into her emerald green orbs which seemed to look even brighter since she'd conceived.

When her search wound up futile, she couldn't help but feel stupid. The sound of the door creaking open pulled her attention towards it. Jordan stepped into the room, carrying a tray. He approached her, placing the tray in front of her. The moment Lily's eyes landed on the content of the tray her stomach did a flip, a nasty one, and her blood ran cold. "Do you like it?" Jordan asked, smirking down at her as he picked up the first thing on the tray. A fucking plier! Lily swallowed hard and her heart slammed painfully against her rib. She wanted to look away, but her eyes refused to.

“Fuck yeah, tongue that bar. Imagine it rubbing your insides.” Jordan behind, lubing his dick heavily. He teased my rim with the head, circling slowly, dipping just the tip in and out. Stretch and release, my hole pulling at him like hungry lips, begging deeper. “Please... fuck me,” I mumbled around Riley's shaft, my voice muffled. Jordan laughed darkly. “Not full yet. Toys first.” He grabbed a dildo from the shelf, rigged one, bigger than the plug.

The warrior turned his back my way and coughed to hide his chuckle. "Oh my sweetheart, sometimes too much candy irritates the belly. You need to eat more healthy snacks too, "Doc takes her vitals. Jordan runs in with boxes of crackers, Sprite, and a teddy bear, making her cry again. The warrior watches with a smile as she hugs the bear. "I keep crying," she sniffles out. "Totally normal and fine, honey. Are you sleeping okay? Are you hurting in your belly?"She looks down and nods, yes. We all freeze.

Jordan smiled as he lazily caressed her naked belly and inner thighs until she shivered. “Jordan, what are you doing?” Ellie shivered, watching his hands toying with her body. His fingers skimmed up her thighs. She wanted to close her thighs, but he’d tied her ankles to the bed and all she could do was a strain at her bonds. Jordan took a pillow and stuffed it under her hips, pinning her even more into place. He could now have an improved display of her most intimate places. Her breasts and thighs thrust out with no room for modesty or shame.