Tracy Jordan Belly Stuffing Novels & Stories

Tracy put on an orange shirt from the clothes Jim had bought. It was a super-tight fitting, short sleeved T-shirt with thin, stretchy material. She picked out a pair of white booty shorts with it next, then complimented the outfit with a pair of white, four inch sandals that accentuated her perfect toes.

I jerked, believing it was Jordan but I found maids strolling in with a rolling table, all covered up. “I said I was hungry, I didn’t say I was going to feed a million people,” I rolled my eyes at them. They all chuckled at me and opened each tray, revealing the best of the best delicacies I had ever tasted. The aroma of the food quickly washed away the scent of the room and filled it with spicy, sweet scent. “You have to start eating more, so you can have the energy to make our babies,” Jordan strolled into the room after them and as always with that foolish, yet sexy grin on his lips.

The door to our bedroom slid open, and Jordan marched in with a tray of goodies in his hands. "I didn't know what you'd settled for, so I brought a little bit of everything." he walked further into the room and placed the tray in the middle of the bed, then kicked off his shoes before coming up to join me. He sat on the right of me before bundling me up to his side. His body heat was a living thing against me, and I found myself melting into tiny little deaths from being torched by him. He placed the tray on the zero space between us, then started gobbling down the yellow gooey food.

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.

I nod and press the button on the transmitter. "Are you guys hungry?" Tracy asks as she starts removing her clothing. "I could cook something for you," she says, tossing her blouse on a chair and unfastening her bra. "Susan I can't wait to teach you the 'oral stimulation of the male genitalia' class." Tracy unzips her skirt and I watch Susan stare at her lightly freckled tits and her pale pink nipples. "I wish I had brought one of our lifelike male dummies that we use for practice," Tracy says as she kicks her lace panties aside.

We talked some more about nothing specifically but about Leddy and how he throws tantrums, about Mesh and Caesar and their obsession with work until we started fangirling about our obsession with the telenovela soap opera characters. I liked Tracy because she was someone who knew how to adjust with any situation or topic, she was fun to be with and she understood people and their feelings. She was a good speaker and a good listener, nothing could go wrong with her. "Hey!" Tracy called from behind the counter. We were playing with Leddy outside the shop. "What?" I said popping my head up to look at her. "Your phone." She said pointing to my purse. By the time I got it, the call had already en

SEAN There she was again, picking at her plate but not eating anything. She needed to eat. Tracy sat cross-legged in the center of my mattress. Wearing one of my oversized black t-shirts, she looked entirely swallowed by the fabric. Her skin lacked all color. "I cannot eat this." Pushing the silver tray away, she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "My stomach is completely tied in knots. I will throw it right back up." "You need the calories." Sliding the tray back across the duvet, I stopped it right against her knees. "You nearly died of shock two hours ago. Your blood sugar is on the floor. Eat the broth."

Paint streaks marked his arms. “Hey, you actually showed up with dinner,” Jordan called out without turning around. “Smells amazing. I’m starving. Rough day crushing souls in court?” I set the bags on the kitchen counter and loosened my tie. “Something like that. Client wanted changes at the last minute. What about you? How’s the mural coming?” Jordan climbed down, wiping sweat from his forehead. He grabbed two plates like he already knew where everything was. “It’s getting there. Come see. I added more red today. Makes it pop, right?”

"So none of those leads panned out?" he asked, leaning forward. I nodded, rubbing my eyes absently. We'd been at this for hours. "Not one,” I admitted with a sigh, “but the lack of bodies—" The library door creaked open, interrupting my train of thought. Jordan appeared, balancing a tray of steaming dishes. My stomach growled at the savory aroma, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw Jordan’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Well, not for you actually, but my jellybean.” I rolled my eyes. "Cherry, you don't have to keep doing this for me.” "Shush. I saw these at the thrift store and thought of you." She pulled items from the bag one by one. "Baby onesies, I did get the gender neutral because I know you're stubborn about not finding out. Some prenatal vitamins because the clinic ones taste like chalk. And-" She produced a small stuffed elephant with a flourish. "For our little jellybean." My throat tightened. "Cherry, I can't afford all of this."