Fake belly
Added 2025-09-06 01:44:21 +0000 UTCShe tugged the sleeves of her oversized orange hoodie down over her hands, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips.
“Okay, okay, don’t laugh,” she said, already laughing at herself. “But I think I nailed the ‘stuffed belly’ look this time.”
You leaned against the couch, raising an eyebrow. She looked ridiculous — the hoodie bulged so far forward it seemed like she was smuggling a beanbag chair.
“Wow,” you said, chuckling. “You packed them in there well. Honestly… it looks so real.”
That only made her beam brighter. “Right? See, I could totally fool people.” She balled up the hoodie at her hips and with a dramatic flourish, yanked it upward.
She expected a tumble of pillows to spill onto the floor. Instead, nothing fell.
What you saw made the breath catch in your throat — round, taut skin, stretching outward in a colossal curve where the lumps of stuffing had been just moments before.
She couldn’t see it yet; the fabric bunched up around her face, muffling her words. “See? Totally fake, just pillows!”
Your silence hung heavy in the air.
She froze, then lowered the hoodie from her eyes. Her smile faltered when she met your expression — wide-eyed, stunned, almost pale.
“…Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked slowly.
Her hand drifted down, patting where she expected seams of fabric or corners of cushions. Instead, her fingers met smooth warmth, unbroken and solid. Her breath hitched.
“What the—” she whispered, her laugh dying in her throat as realization washed over her.
The room was suddenly quiet, save for the sound of her hoodie rustling as it slid higher...
