Mmm I wanna know how you feel about knocking up a cute college student, how big do you think their belly can get before they stop waddling to class? 😉
She used to walk across campus effortlessly, her hips swaying, books tucked under her arm—but now, every step is a slow, deliberate waddle, her swollen belly jutting out far ahead of her. What started as a cute little bump has transformed into a massive, undeniable curve, stretching her skin taut and making even the simplest movements a challenge.
Her once-loose sweaters now ride up, unable to contain the sheer size of her growing belly. Maternity leggings strain over her hips, the waistband digging in, and her oversized hoodies? Forget it. They can barely stretch past her ribs anymore, leaving an expanse of soft, round belly exposed to the cool air. She tugs at her shrinking clothes, feeling them resist, fabric stretched dangerously thin over the fullness you’ve given her.
Every day, she swears she’s reached her limit, that she couldn’t possibly get any bigger. But then, another week passes, and her belly pushes out even further. Her center of gravity shifts more, forcing her to lean back slightly just to stay balanced. She groans as she tries to squeeze into classroom desks that were never designed for someone carrying so much—her belly presses against the edge, making it impossible to sit comfortably.
And then, there are the movements. Deep inside, the heavy weight of her belly isn’t just still—it shifts, rolls, stretches beneath her skin, making her gasp softly in the middle of lectures. A powerful kick near her ribs makes her jolt, pressing a hand to her belly, feeling the undeniable strength of what’s growing inside her. Sometimes, she pauses mid-step, her breath catching as she feels an elbow or knee drag across the surface, her overstretched skin rippling with motion.
Walking is a struggle now. She has to take careful, deliberate steps, her thighs brushing together as her belly sways heavily with every movement. Stairs? A nightmare. By the time she reaches the top, she’s panting, one hand bracing against her aching lower back, the other cradling the immense swell of her belly. She knows she should probably stop coming to class, but there’s something thrilling about the way everyone watches her, eyes wide as they take in just how impossibly big she’s gotten.
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