This choice: Rose starts to grow immediately... • Go Back... Back in her room, Rose suddenly felt a little light headed. She sat down on the edge of the bed for a moment before a sharp pain went across her abdomen.
Then everything went black.
When Rose awoke, she felt heavy, like she was being weighed down by something. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to manoeuver herself into a sitting position, but she was struggling, breathing heavily even after a few moments. Confusion briefly swept over her, wondering how she'd got into bed and why she seemed to be wearing pajamas in bed when she always wore her 'birthday suit' to bed.
Sweat dripped down her forehead as she finally managed to get into an upright position, and that's when she noticed that the weight that she felt was actually her.
Well, her belly to be more precise.
Rose stared at it wide-eyed as shock came over her. The round dome was straining against the buttons of her tatty sleep shirt, something she'd never dream of being caught in. She looked around the room in panic. Something isn't right.
This wasn't her bedroom. Sure, she recognised a lot of the furniture, but the layout was different and the room was a lot smaller. The one thing that really stood out was how tidy it was - usually the only way the floor was usually clean in Rose's room was when the maid came in and gutted it once a week and left it pristine, only for Rose to mess it up in a few hours by dropping clothes and accessories all over it as she tried on a number of outfits.
No, this room had been tidied recently, and not by the maid. Things weren't put away exactly as they should, but whoever had tidied had at least tried. Stuffed toys that Rose never remembered owning were overflowing in a basked by her regal armchair, which had relatively neatly folded clothes on. There were flat pack sets sticking out from behind her open door, a few boxes piled up between them an her dresser that seemed oddly make up free.
Rose struggled out of bed, waddling over to the full length mirror on the bathroom door, eyes half-closed, as part of her wasn't ready for the sight she was about to see.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes and screamed at her reflection.
Gone was the beautiful girl she'd been what felt like only hours ago. In her place was a chubby (and very pregnant) teenager. Her once luscious red locks were now dull and slightly greasy, as if they hadn't been washed in a while and were pulled into a tight but messy ponytail on the top of her head. Her once model-like cheekbones had disappeared under fat, replaced with two chubby cheeks and the makings of a double chin. Her skin was 'glowing' with one or two zits dotted on her cheeks and chin, something she'd never had to deal with before, and as soon as she noticed them her face felt itchy, a need to scratch and pop them coming over her. The only feature that was left unscathed were her pouty lips - the rest of her face looking like she'd thrown out her skincare routine months ago with a dash of crazy hormones.
As her eyes travelled down her body, Rose saw that she overall seemed wider and her arms felt heavier and thicker under the plaid material of the shirt. Her shoulders were broader, with her chest almost bursting out of her top as her sensitive nipples moved against the restrictive material. Her belly seemed to be carrying most of her new girth though, sticking out in front of her like a beach ball. Rose's chubby fingers moved to touch it, feeling an initial softness that gave way to a hardness under the thick layer of fat. If she didn't know any better, Rose would think she was pregnant.
As soon as that thought entered her mind, she felt something inside her move, the shock of it unsteadying her a little before she managed to catch herself.
"No." She gasped as she shook her head. "This can't be happening."
She stumbled back again a few steps her footing heavier than she remembered underneath her on the plush carpet as her thick thighs rubbed together. This was yet another totally alien feeling for Rose as she'd always been proud of her thigh-gap. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her, catching her before she stumbled anymore, slowly guiding her to the end of the bed.
When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to see that it was one of the guys she'd slept with months ago. He was a little older if she remembered correctly, and a little dull, but she'd been able to look past his lack of personality (and his chubby frame) because she knew he had money and she'd never have to see him again. Clearly she'd been wrong on that front. He looked almost the same only now he had a five o'clock shadow and looked a little more dishevelled with a little more weight around his middle.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" He asked.
She pushed him away. "What the HELL are you doing here?" She yelled, losing her balance and almost sliding off the bed, still not used to her her girth.
He steadied her once more, looking at her confused. "What do you mean baby, I've lived here for the past few months, since you found out you were pregnant." He put his hand on Rose's knee, and that's when she sees the wedding band on his left hand. She immediately looked at her own left hand and was relieved to not be wearing any rings, sighing with relief.
"It's okay, I put it in a safe place, remember?" He cooed as he made his way over to the nearest nightstand, rummaging in it. That's when Rose noticed the two frames on top.
The first picture was of two people in a registry office. She couldn't make them out, but from what she could see the bride and groom were a little chubby, a significant bump sticking out of a beachy maxidress on the bride while the guy was in an ill-fitting shirt and khakis. The second picture was also black and white. It was a baby scan.
Rose's eyes went wide as the guy...Cameron? Was that his name? pulled out a small pouch, bringing it over to her.
"See, there's your ring..." he pulled out a simple looking wedding band that matched his.
Rose whacked his hand away and the ring went flying. "I am NOT your wife!" She shouted, stopping herself from moving so she didn't need his help again.
He sighed. "I know the baby wasn't planned. Hell, we both freaked out when you found out you were pregnant, but we've been making it work. We got to know each other and fell in love and got married so we could be a family."
The memories replayed in her head that matched up with what he was saying. His name was Cameron Waverly, the only son of one of his father's friends. When she found out she was pregnant she'd freaked out and planned to get rid of the baby, thinking she was too young but had bumped into Cameron on the way to the appointment. She'd told him she was pregnant and what she was about to do, but he'd managed to persuade her to think about it a bit more. He'd taken her to a local diner and they'd gotten to know each other.
As their love grew, so did their waistlines (Rose's in particular) and as Rose's pregnancy went on she rapidly outgrew clothes. Most days she cried as she discovered a new stretchmark, or when she couldn't fit in her clothes anymore, even though she'd bought them only a week ago, and when she had one of her 'fat' days. Each time, Cameron was at her side, telling her she was beautiful and that he loved her.
When they couldn't hide the pregnancy or their relationship any longer, they moved into the Waverly guesthouse where they lived in their own little world. Cameron went off to work at his dad's company a few times a week while studying for his degree, while Rose nested and nibbled. When she got to six months pregnant, they'd decided to get married and start their happy every after.
Now at seven months pregnant and having gained almost 70lbs, Rose had started to feel more insecure, so Cameron worked from home in the study that would later become their baby's room.
"Cameron?" She whimpered, cupping his face as tears fell down her face.
"Yes, baby?" He mumbled back, kissing the palm of her hand.
"I love you."
He smiled "I love you too."
The couple embraced, but there was something niggling at the back of Rose's head. Part of her was so sure this was what her life was now, while the other part was screaming at her that this hadn't been the case a few hours ago.
Something wasn't right, and she knew she had to figure out what was real, and what wasn't.
Just then, the baby inside her kicked...
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