Nottherightage

Breezie was rummaging through her locker when something poked her in the back. When she turned to look, she gasped upon what she saw. “Oh my goodness, Natalya!” she exclaimed with joy in her voice. Her Indian friend beamed at her as she rubbed what had poked her friend’s back and made her so surprised. Extending two feet in front of her was her own stomach, swollen as if she’d swallowed a large watermelon whole. The belly skin had of course stretched but had no marks nor blemishes and looked shiny as if an aura was surrounding it. For clothing Natalya was wearing a simple polo tee that only managed to cover her baby b