AnonymousofAge

My earliest memory of being fascinated by bellies would be when my cousin, sister, and I were all playing together in a turtle sandbox at my great-uncle/aunt’s (they were my cousin’s grandparents and were raising her and her brother) when we tucked in our shirts and started pouring sand down them to give ourselves ‘pregnant’ bellies. I just remember being really fascinated with the roundness and the size of it. For a few years after that nothing in particular caught my attention, until I remember reading this book in class for fourth grade. It had something to do with a King Charles Cavalier puppy, and I remember a pregnant woman being mentioned. My brain just got really stuck on that particular image. After that I remember stuffing pillows and stuffed animals under my shirt and just really liking the look of it. I’ve never felt any motherly emotions and I’m not swayed by kids in the least, so I knew it wasn’t so much as ‘pregnant’ fascination with me so much as a ‘belly’ thing. This was reaffirmed by cartoons: images like post-banana Templeton the Rat, stuffed bellied Scooby and Shaggy, and more were extremely interesting to me. As I got more adventurous, one day I had a pillow partly down my pants to achieve the ‘dropped bump’ look, I just started to move my hips and just kept doing it because it felt nice. Didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Didn’t tell anyone about any part of my fascination, and would continue to do the ‘belly shimmy’ for a couple of years until my first e-reader was given to me at the age of 11. I’ve always been a huge bookworm, and when I unknowingly downloaded a sample to a ‘fantasy dragon shifter’ book and begged my mom to let me buy it for $4.99 to finish it (I also had a known fascination for dragons), I ended up realizing that the book was NSFW. But it stirred me up (although there was nothing to do with bellies at all) and I realized that the feeling the story elicited from me was nearly exactly what my ‘shimmy’ did for me as well. I connected the dots on my own from there. My e-reader had 3G (this was before WiFi was really even introduced into households) and was pixelated Black and white, but I could up pictures and things even if it took a few minutes, so I started googling stuff. I was internet-savvy enough at that age to make sure I was extremely thorough in erasing my tracks. I was terrified of my parents going into my device and finding this. I was very careful not to do anything illegal or anything that required payment, but I was extremely curious and explored MUCH of what the Internet had to offer. By the age of 13, I knew about 95% of what was involved in ANYTHING adult, and knew of most kinks and related content. Fake 18+ accounts were created for my browsing. I had no interest in porn sites (and still don’t) but my explorations have brought me to conclude that I simply like bellies, preferably round and pregnant-shaped (not floppy, squishy, but firm round and anti-gravity in a way). I can do without the pregnancy itself and I have no real attraction to “fat” or weight gain, but when the character’s belly is growing and they LIKE it and want it to get bigger…ohhhh boy. Even better. This is not limited to gender or species, or even the method of expansion. Simply bellies, and finding pleasure in the growing. I myself am heavy but I don’t like it in particular: I’d rather loose the weight and then build muscle. I always liked being athletic when I was younger but poverty stopped those activities. I keep my interests to myself mostly so I don’t even know if I would prefer to have partner with this particular trait or if a more normal body would suffice, because I’ve learned that normal bodies or even muscular ones are not a turn off for me either. I just have more of a fetish for bellies I guess. Anyway, that’s my story and how I came to realize what attracted me.