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Chapter Thirty-Two: Bella
October 12, 2022
London, England
Jesus Christ this Spawn is annoying.
It's been approximately three hours since I woke up and I've peed at least twelve times now. What's annoying is that half those times, I didn't actually even need to pee, it was like my body was trying to play some sort of guessing game with me.
On top of this 'Do I have to pee or is this a trick' game, my boobs are absolutely killing me. I thought it got bad when I was on my period, but it's nothing compared to this.
The only thing going for me right now, is my tits—which are definitely already bigger—look fucking amazing.
Of course, this doesn't help me when I have to go into the office for a few meetings.
Carmen, my boss, is nice. She's a transplant to London as well, hailing from somewhere in Spain originally. She's sharp, and she's been great to work under. It's the only downside to working from home that I don't get to work with her one on one enough.
My extraverted ass loves her energy.
"Tía," she calls, stopping me on another trip to the fucking bathroom. "You ready for our next meeting?"
I'm not sure why she calls me Tía, especially since in my limited Spanish knowledge, it means aunt, but I don't mind it.
"Yeah, I'm just stopping in the bathroom," I say, pointing down the hall. Her eyes narrow slightly.
"You okay? You've been down this corridor many times this morning."
I hesitate. Yeah, eventually I'll have to tell people I have a Spawn, but I'm not sure I'm ready to tell her yet.
"I'm fine. I'm trying to up my water," I tell her.
Carmen nods. "All right. I'll see you in the conference room in five minutes."
I nod and continue past her. I see a couple other people on my way, but thankfully, no one stops me.
By the time I hit a stall, I feel like my bladder is going to burst.
I hold my breath, waiting to see if I really do need to pee or not. I hate that I can't trust my body right now.
Thankfully, I do pee, and for a very small moment, there is sweet relief.
When I finish up, I step out, washing my hands. My eyes catch my reflection, and I pause, shutting off the faucet. God, I'm barely pregnant, but my tits look seriously huge today.
I towel off my hands then reach up, cupping my boobs. They ache, so I'm careful not to get too close to my nipples. I know the size of my boobs pretty fucking well, and they feel almost foregin in my palms. They aren't the same at all.
The door bangs open, and I look up startled. A girl I work with, Jessica, is staring at me with wide eyes, and I realize I'm still standing there cupping my boobs. I drop my hands quickly.
"You all right?" she asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice. I clear my throat.
"Um, yeah."
She steps up to the counter. "New bra?" she asks. I glance at her. She's smiling and I let out a little breath.
"Yeah. Was just making sure it was sitting right," I tell her. She smirks.
"What sort of bra is it? You look incredible."
I smile at her, feeling a little more comfortable. I'm pretty crude, but I've had to pull myself in quite a bit since moving to England. If Jessica is comfortable talking tits with me, I'll happily join the conversation.
"Um, I'm not sure. It's just giving me great lift," I tell her, cupping my boobs again. Jessica laughs.
"Yeah it is. Let me know when you find out the label. I could use some lift of my own." She reaches up, cupping her small breasts and I grin.
"You've got plenty there to work with. With the right cut you could be rocking it."
She laughs, leaning one hip against the counter. "It's good to have you back in the office, Bella." She shakes her head. "I feel like I'm stuck with a bunch of prudes most of the time."
"Carmen's pretty cool," I point out.
Jessica rolls her eyes. "She is, but unless we're grabbing a drink after work, I don't really bring up bras with her."
I laugh. "Fair."
"How are you settling into Cambridge?"
Jessica and I have had only one other conversation before this. I'm surprised she remembered where I'm living.
"It's… quiet," I say after a moment. She snorts.
"I don't know how you do it. That's a city for stuffy academics and grannies."
I shrug, noncommittal.
"You should join us after work. A bunch of us go out to the pub just round the corner."
I hesitate. "I'm not drinking right now."
Her eyes narrow slightly. "Why?"
I can lie, and that'll be easy. I even start planning the lie in my head, when Jessica's eyes sweep over me. She shifts against the counter. "Are you pregnant?"
Well, so much for my lie.
"Uh, yeah." I squeak.
She stares at me, then groans. "No wonder your tits look amazing. No bra will do for me what nature is doing for you now."
I laugh. "If it helps, I can't believe how much my boobs hurt right now."
She smirks and shakes her head. "Well, congratulations."
"Thanks." I bite the corner of my mouth. "I'm not really telling people yet," I hedge. Jessica nods, understanding.
"All right. You should still come out with us though. You don't have to drink, but it'll be nice to just get together."
I smile at her. "Sure, count me in."
