Novel & Cerita Belly Inflation Story

As I stepped over shattered glass, a pungent odour of mildew, mould and urine filled my nostrils. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, my stomach began swelling uncontrollably. Initially, I wrapped materials tightly around my belly for fear of being noticed by Emilia but now there's nothing I can do about it. It can't be avoided, so I decided to go open. I slumped myself onto an abandoned chair with my swollen belly gently pressing against my lap while exhaustion caused me to close my eyelids, my chin sank on my chest as I let out a deep sigh.

"They won't stop looking, honey. Not for a million dollars." "A million?" Elion asked. "That's what the news said. The reward went up." Elion dropped his bread. "It was a hundred thousand yesterday." "Inflation," Mrs. Higgins shrugged. "Or desperation. That blond man... he was on the news. Crying. Said he just wants to bring you home." "He's lying," Elion said. "I know. I've been married three times. I know a liar when I see one. He smiles with his mouth, not his eyes."

I say, grinning, "I'll throw in VIP access and backstage passes while I’m at it. And since you will see my wife naked, I'd have to increase the price. Inflation is no joke. My rent is due.” I doubt I'll share her again. But I'm just entertaining Sierra's Casanova. “Yeah right, someone who's close to becoming a trillionaire is talking about inflation and rent when he's the landlord of an entire estate he lives in. And don't bother lie to me, I know it was the first and last supper. You are too stingy to let another sharing is caring happen.” He replied. I was just about to answer him when my phone buzzed. I glance at the screen to see it's Grandmother.

Bella squeezed the drive in her hand. "You think this will finally take him down?" "No," Elodie said. "You will. But this will be the dagger you drive." --- The next morning, Clara rushed in with wide eyes. "Bella - we've got a leak." Bella's stomach dropped. "What now?" Clara held up her phone. It was a screenshot. Of Bella's ultrasound. Posted. Shared. Viral. The caption read: > The Billion-Dollar Bump: Is Bella Monetizing Motherhood?

she murmured, though the word felt foreign in her mouth. The exchange didn’t escape the notice of Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy, who traded a glance, a silent understanding. They knew, perhaps better than anyone, what had been happening. The fight at the hotel had become a wildfire of gossip across the city. Headlines had screamed about it for days: “Mr. Jace Bellamy gets punched by his assistant.” “Billionaire CEO in public brawl over a woman.” “Even the rich bleed: Jace Bellamy trades blows with rival.”

She lowered her head and looked at Belle Enderson 's table: "Nonsense, her meal isn't cheap. How could a bankrupt person eat like this?" "It's true. Don't you even watch the news?" "I'm overseas, so I've never heard of such a thing." As Judi spoke, he looked at Belle Enderson and asked, "So what they said is true?" Belle Enderson raised her eyebrows, "So what if my family goes bankrupt?" "What are you being cocky for? I didn't place these hundreds of thousands in my eyes either. You can't afford to pay me back my clothes. Just say you can't afford to pay and apologize. Why are you acting so menacing?"

“I already called. They want me to come in tomorrow.” Daya’s face shifted from concern to fierce loyalty. “Then I’m coming with you.” “You sure?” “Hell yes. If it’s a scam, I’m your witness. If it’s legit, I’m your moral support.” I beamed. “Thanks, Day.” We moved on to juicier gossip. “Did you hear about Belle?” she whispered, leaning closer. “No, what happened?” “She’s pregnant.” “What?! Belle? The med student Belle?”Daya nodded. “Three months gone. She’s dropping out this semester. She said her parents stopped funding her school after they found out .”

She squeezed Kingston’s fingers, still pondering one more thing to say. “I noticed her belly is swollen. Can you explain that to me?” “It’s a fake belly. She’s never been pregnant.” “How do you know?” There was a brief pause, then Kingston let out a rough sigh. “I have a story. But I’m not sure you’ll want to hear it....” “What?” “Promise you won’t get angry or jealous when I tell it?” Asking her not to get angry or jealous... Kingston was really piquing Pandora’s curiosity; she nodded quickly.

They called us their breeding machines. "So we told her I was pregnant to get her of our back, and that was a fake pregnancy tummy. Inflatable. And it popped this morning when I was trying to put it on," I was pretty sure my jaw was on the ground but the end of her sentence. Inflatable tummy Do they even exist? Well of course, in all tv series and movies, the actor didn't get pregnant over night, there was a fake tummy. I just didn't realise, people in real life used that stuff. Jesus, all the limits to tell her mother in law to back off.

"And what is this story that I'm a challenge, huh?” Flynn giggled and shrunk his body when he felt me poking him in the belly with his fingertips. From the photos, I always had the impression that Flynn was a little overweight, but personally the case was totally the opposite. He was very big and had a wide back, but his belly did not protrude with folds under his shirt. Even I had more fat accumulated than him, and I threw a sad look at my dress that folded in my belly.