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…"

“Good morning to you as well.” Boris dropped his head back against the wall. “You tricked me.” “Technically you told me.” The music continued blaring. Traci was still dancing. Honestly, the entire situation felt ridiculous. At that exact moment, Zayden returned carrying a box full of breakfast sandwiches. The smell instantly filled the room. “I found food.” He sounded entirely too pleased with himself. “They’re still warm.” Traci immediately perked up. “Oh!” She practically bounced. “Is there bacon and egg?” Then she scrunched up her nose. “But no cheese.” A dramatic pause followed. “I don’t want to be constipated.”

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.

“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.

“Honestly, all food sounds basically disgusting to me so it doesn’t really matter.” He nodded. “Then I will have the staff bring what they prepared for my parents.” A few minutes later a woman came in pushing a trolley that was laden with silver domed trays. She set two in front of me, along with another glass of homemade ginger ale. I didn’t even bother to uncover the trays, but went straight for the ginger ale to calm my perpetually unsettled stomach. “You need to eat,” Jordan said. “You are too thin.” I paused midsip. “I’m not too thin! I have been to see a doctor and he said I, and the pregnancy, were perfectly healthy.”

i say to her faking a laugh, "i was starving literally." "No eat girl, just eat no need to apologize." she says sounding purely honest, they both look at me. "Carrying two babies ain't no joke y'all i eat alot now." "Well if those babies are anything like me, they have big appetites," Jordan says smiling. "So i see you guys have a good thing going on here so i will leave, so that I can leave you to it." He says standing up. He pulls his chair back and kisses Maria on the forehead before leaving.