Tracy Jordan Belly Stuffing Novels & Stories

Like me, she was very happy for Jordan to clock seven. We had an agreement that she would mail a gift to Jordan tomorrow, I'm sure that's what she wants to remind me of. “Mum, don't tell me that you are still awake now.” I sigh with a smile. I wait for her to say something, but nothing. That's when the wrapping sheet slips from my hand as I feel my heart stop. Something's not right. “Hello, Miss Woods?” That's the voice of her helper, Tracy. Tracy has been helping her out since she took ill about six months ago.

"Jenny, are you ready for more in your ass? Or should I fill that pussy?" She groans, her throat raw from being freshly fucked. "I want you to cum wherever you want to, Jas." "I will, but I need you to pick one." She groans as Jordan pulls out of her ass, his cum leaks off his dick onto her belly after he sets her down. "I'm pretty sure Jordan has fucked me in all three holes at least twice already tonight." I burst out laughing as I take a walk to the end Jordan is leaving. "Fine, ass it is. You better enjoy it as much as you did Jordan."

It was not shabby but simple and elegant. The doorbell rang. Tracy opened the door for Justin and looked at him with a smile. "You're here? You're quite fast. Come in. It's just the right time... Change your shoes and wash your hands." "Yes." Justin obediently did as she said. In front of her, he still looked like a student. At the dining table, Tracy picked up food for Justin as she said to him, "Eat more. You've lost weight recently. Are you very busy?"

“Cried? I’d have walked out. Dropped the class. Changed majors.” He laughs, shaking his head, and goes back to dismantling his blueberry muffin. The table between us is scattered with coffee cups, half-unwrapped sugar packets, his phone buzzing every so often with notifications he ignores. My own phone stays face-down. I don’t feel like checking it. We’re still laughing when I notice someone hovering at the edge of the table. I glance up, and Tracey is standing there with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hey,” she says, sliding into the empty chair beside Jordan before I can even react. “Mind if I join?”

Tracy the sweetness in her heart and smiled at her sweetly. "How about you? Will you still love me when I have a pot belly and wrinkles?" Tracy giggled and pinched him. "How can you have a pot belly when your carb intake is just minimal and you don't miss exercising." Theo looked at the woman carrying his child and his heart was filled with happiness. "Theo, I will love you until we're gray and old." Tracy’s eyes were shimmering as though they contained all the stars in the universe as she spoke.

My words were a challenge, the tension between us thick, the cafeteria’s noise fading to a distant buzz. Jordan pushed his tray aside and stood, his brown eyes angry, his hands clenched into fists. “Tracy, you’re wrong,” he said, his voice rough. “I told you before, I didn’t do anything. Why would I ruin my own work? You’re accusing us without proof.” He stepped closer, his height intimidating, and I felt a flicker of fear, but I stood my ground, my chin raised.

When he did, he felt happy on Thaddeus' behalf. After holding back for so many years, Thaddeus finally got back into the game. However, it had only been one night... Jordan glanced casually at the condoms in the trash can and immediately noticed there were quite a few of them. While a part of him celebrated for his boss, another part felt insecure. Could a man really do the act so many times in a single night? When it was time to order lunch, he thoughtfully chose some particularly nourishing dishes for Thaddeus. As a fellow man, he knew exactly what would boost their energy!

“You have to promise not to tell Dad. Plus, I’m good at keeping secrets, I promise.” “Ok?” “Daddy got you a beautiful black sequin dress for you.” “Really? Are you sure it’s mine?" “He told me it was for you.” “What’s the occasion?” “That’s not mine to tell.” She says, zipping her mouth. “Lunch is served, girls," Jordan says, clapping. Every time he addresses me and Ray as girls, it feels weird and intimate. He’s in loose dark grey sweatpants, a white Calvin Klein shirt, and black and grey slides.

“There’s Laura, beautiful, smart, popular Laura who just doesn’t give a damn about me and it’s not like I really care but then…then there’s Danny and he’s just…” Jordan flexed his arms and pulled up his own top to reveal his stomach. “He has muscles and a six pack! I – I have nothing!” He’d be a fool if he didn’t notice the way Derrick trailed his eyes up and down him, his eyes lingering on his stomach and hips with an interest. It left heat pooling in his stomach when he tugged it down and tossed his head back with a sigh. . . TBC

Bella replied, her eyes lightening with amusement as she helped him sit up a little more. “I think we all know who’s the real hero here,” Tracy said, pulling out containers of Jason's favorite dishes and setting them down on the coffee table. “Now, no more excuses, You’re eating all of this.” Jason laughed softly, grateful for the distraction. “I don’t know, I think I’ve had my fill of hospital food.” “Not a chance,” Tracy insisted, setting the food in front of him. “You need to get stronger, and that means eating.”