Library

Belly University’s open house was always an exciting event. Prospective students and their families roamed the campus, marveling at the unique facilities and programs. The tour guides, carefully selected from enthusiastic students, showcased everything from the state-of-the-art inflation labs to the stretch-friendly dormitories. The atmosphere was a mix of curiosity and awe, as visitors realized Belly U wasn’t just about academics—it was about embracing and enhancing a lifestyle.

The tour group paused outside the campus library, its grand double doors swung open to reveal a warm, inviting space. The library was a marvel in itself, designed to cater to the specific needs of Belly U’s unique student body. Unlike typical libraries with their narrow aisles and rigid furniture, this one had wide, open pathways that allowed for maximum maneuverability. Every chair and table was custom-built: broad, sturdy, and designed to accommodate even the largest bellies comfortably.

The guide, a cheerful sophomore named Dana, gestured for the group to follow her inside. “Welcome to the library,” she said. “This is one of my favorite spots on campus. As you can see, it’s built with our students in mind. No squeezing between tight bookshelves or getting stuck in chairs here!”

The group chuckled as they took in the oversized seating and spacious design. Dana led them deeper into the library, her voice bright and enthusiastic.

“The library has everything you need,” she continued. “Quiet study areas, group collaboration spaces, and even belly-friendly beanbags if you want to get really cozy. Oh, and the chairs! They’re double-wide and made of solid oak, so no one has to worry about fitting comfortably.”

As they rounded a corner, Dana paused and pointed to a student sitting near one of the tall windows. “And over there,” she whispered conspiratorially, “that’s Clara. She’s one of our resident bookworms.”

The group turned to look. Clara was curled up—or as much as someone in her condition could be—on one of the enormous wooden chairs. Her cozy tan sweater hugged her rounded shoulders, and her braid rested neatly over one side. But what caught everyone’s attention was her belly. It was gargantuan, a true testament to the university’s culture. Her stomach extended well past her knees, resting heavily between her legs and forcing them apart. It was so large that she used it as a makeshift table, her spicy romance novel perched at shoulder height as she read intently.

Dana leaned in closer to the group, her tone lowering to a playful whisper. “She’s one of the breeders,” she explained. “While some students focus on stuffing with food, water, or inflating, the breeders grow their bellies the old-fashioned way. Fertility drugs help them carry multiple pregnancies at once, and they usually grow the most during their third trimesters.”

One of the prospective students raised a hand. “How many…?” they asked hesitantly, glancing at Clara.

Dana shrugged with a smile. “Not sure. She’s only in her second trimester, so there’s a lot of growing left to do. But I’d guess… a hundred? Maybe more?”

As if sensing she was being discussed, Clara glanced up from her book. Her face flushed pink as she realized the group was watching her. She gave them a small, shy smile, her hands instinctively shifting to rest on the sides of her enormous belly.

“Hi,” she murmured softly, her voice barely audible. Then, with an embarrassed little laugh, she ducked her head and returned to her book, the tips of her ears still tinged red.

Dana chuckled, leading the group onward. “She’s a little shy,” she said, “but trust me, she’s one of the sweetest people on campus. And if you’re into romance novels, she’s got recommendations for days!”

The group moved on, but a few of them kept sneaking glances back at Clara, marveling at the sight. The library, like the rest of Belly University, wasn’t just a place of learning—it was a testament to the school’s commitment to making everyone feel welcome and celebrated, no matter how big they grew.