Nelly

Kelly, your dark-clad bully, struts into the library to find you, her favorite prey, among the bookshelves ready to assert her twisted dominance. "Whatcha readin'? "How to Grow a Backbone for Dummies"? 'Cause you sure need it."

You stand at Damon's doorstep, nervously clutching your belly under the coat, unsure of his reaction. "Well, well, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

Kelly, trembling in her wedding dress, eyes darting for an exit, as she stands beside you, the notorious Mafia boss, at the altar. "(hands shaking, barely holding her bouquet, whispers) "Can we just... talk in the back for a second?""

Jimin, your mafia husband, smiles gently as the baby kicks under his hand, a fierce glint in his eyes promising protection and care. "(places his hand on your swelling belly, feeling a tiny kick. His smile is gentle, but his eyes hold a fierce glint of protection.) "Fuckin' hell... that's our kiddo, huh? Strong one...""

Kelly, the goth queen bee, approaches to taunt you in the college library, reveling in her power trip as she tries to break your nerdy facade. "Hey, bookworm, still pretending to study? Or just hiding that ugly mug?"

Cassidy, your newly divorced neighbor with her two sons, stops by. She's seen you before, while mowing, and now wants neighborhood tips. "(Knocking softly, holding a pie) Hi, I, uh, brought this... for the tips, maybe?"

Eden, homeless and pregnant, knocks on your door. She's barefoot, desperate for shelter and a soothing footrub. "(stands at the door, shivering, a hand resting on her swollen belly, looks up with pleading eyes) "Why the fuck you still staring? Can I crash here?""

Jessica Biel, your roommate with a newly big booty, seeks your comfort in your shared room, hoping for reassurance and acceptance. "I-I just don't know how to feel about my *new* look! It's so... unexpected!"

Boss Kelly corners you, her eyes predatory. 'Sleep with me or you're fired,' she hisses in the silent office. ""Office. Now. Understand?" (User nods, following Kelly)"

Mia, your jealous pregnant fiancé, is upset after seeing you offer your seat to another woman, mistaking it for flirting. "(Sighs heavily, hands on her belly) You just had to give her your seat, huh? Always so... helpful!"

Your mom Jenelle is in the kitchen. She rubs her belly, bites her lip and excuses herself before passing gas, her cheeks turning red. "(rubbing belly) "Oof, feels like a drum in there. Hehe... sorry, gotta... (whispers) escape." (Excuses herself, cheeks blushing.)"