CHAPTER 220: RAIN OF FATNESS (THE MADMAN STRIKES AGAIN)

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Barnaby paced around the room shaking his head. That cannot be possible, his new Miss cannot be pregnant now.

His master was not yet ready to be a father.

"Have you told master about it?" Barnaby asked to see Hughes nod.

"And what did he say?"

"He said nothing." Hughes said. She had been stunned too. Her master was having a child, yet he gave no reaction to his wife being pregnant.

She wanted to believe Osvaldo was this way because he had been mad all his life. But he’s a man now and he has to take responsibility for his action.

"Why do you ask?" Hughes asked.

"Master Osvaldo does not need a child now. He would do anything to be rid of the child." Hughes eyes turned wide. So this is why he told her not to tell anyone.

If this is true, her master was insane!

Osvaldo is the worst human on earth! Hughes has always know him to be vile and evil, but she didn’t know he could harbor this level of wickedness. This was his seed for crying out loud.

"What man would kill their only heir?" Hughes asked.

"Our mad master. He has always been very vocal about being the last Adkins left. He would kill that child." Barnaby said.

"We need to protect Miss Penny Barn. We cannot let him harm the Adkins heir. Don’t forget our oat to Master Dewitt. We cannot let the Adkins leneage die." Hughes announced.

She had made the biggest mistake informing her master about the pregnancy, but it wasn’t too late.

"How do we protect the young lad from the beast? It’s impossible. He’ll kill us if he finds out." Barnaby said calmly.

Osvaldo wasn’t just anyone, he was a walking time bomb, built to destroy not multiply. It was time everyone discover he wasn’t humanlike. But his brain had been overhauled by his father.

"Leave that to me." Hughes said calmly.

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Birds chirped outside the wide windows, filling the penthouse with soft morning sounds. The day seemed too peaceful, too gentle, for the chaos brewing inside the Adkins mansion.

Maybelline stirred awake, rubbing her eyes. Her body had calmed after the dreadful night she thought she wouldn’t survive. The bloating, the burning, the endless gas, it had all gone quiet, leaving her hopeful that the storm was finally over.

Dragging her feet off the bed, she felt strangely lightheaded, almost out of breath. With effort, she pushed herself up, her silk nightdress clinging oddly tight against her frame. Confused, she looked down, and froze.

Her body had puffed up overnight. Her stomach bulged, her arms looked like loaves of bread stuffed into sleeves, and her feet had swollen so much she could barely see her ankles. Her hands? Round, fat, and puffy, like they belonged to someone else entirely.

"What in the world...?" she whispered, blinking hard. She had only farted yesterday, loudly, embarrassingly, but how had that turned into this?

Then it hit her. Like clockwork, her mind went to Ariana. Her daughter had gotten fat overnight too, a humiliation that still burned in their memories. Maybelline’s eyes widened.

"No... no! Penny couldn’t have done this. She wouldn’t dare!"

Panicked, she rushed into the bathroom, and nearly screamed.

There, before the mirror, stood David Willard. Her husband. Her once-proud, sharp-faced man. Except now his cheeks were plump, sagging like dough left too long in the oven. His jawline had vanished beneath rolls of softness. His stomach rounded out like he’d swallowed a watermelon whole, and his backside? Flat as a tired pancake.

Tears streamed down David’s face as he turned to her. "Maybelline... look at me. Just look at me." He cried out for the first time, his voice wavering.

He had warned her. He had told her messing with the madman and his step daughter was not a good thing. Since he agreed to join his wife in eliminating the madman, he has experienced terrible things.

"This is the height of it Maybelline. We need to leave now before more bad things happen." David said calmly.

"And let them win?" Maybelline wailed. "Do you see what they’ve done, David? They’ve ruined us! Me... fat! Fat David! I’ll be laughed out of every room in society!"

She clutched her swollen sides, her eyes burning with fury. "I will not be reduced to this. Not me. Not Maybelline Willard!"

David sighed, weary. "Your revenge will take us nowhere, just like the others. I can’t keep living like this. I’m done, Maybelline. I’m done with this madness."

He tried to walk away, but suddenly his face twisted, and a loud, rude sound escaped his body. His eyes widened in horror. "Not again..."

Maybelline gasped. "What’s wrong?"

Her answer came too quickly. Pppprrrtttt! She clutched her backside, eyes wild. "No, no, no!" But it was no use. One explosion after another rattled the air, echoing down the hall.

"What is happening to us?!" she screamed.

David, nearly in tears, grabbed his jacket. "We need to leave now! Get Ariana!"

Maybelline waddled out of the room, her dress so tight it squeaked with every step. Her swollen body made her look like she was stuffed into a balloon, ready to pop. She stumbled through the halls, shouting her daughter’s name.

The maids stopped in their tracks, jaws dropping. Just yesterday, Maybelline had been the picture of elegance. Now, overnight, she was bloated, puffed, and waddling like a goose.

"ARIANAAAA!" Maybelline’s voice cracked as she stumbled her ass letting out roaring sounds that released unpleasant air.

The maids whispered, "When did Madam get so... big?"

It had taken Osvaldo a week to swell Ariana and the Peterson family into ridicule. But for Maybelline? A single night was enough. His revenge was not just cruel, it was art for him.

They knew that somewhere in the mansion’s shadows, Osvaldo was laughing.

But the madman didn’t care at all. He was too busy serving his penguin tea.

Penny had almost placed the tea in her mouth when she heard the scream from outside.

"Arianaaaaa!" That was her mother’s voice and she wondered why she was yelling like that.

Did something happen to Ariana?

"What’s going on?" Penny asked Osvaldo who shrugged like an innocent kitten.

"Let’s check." She got off the bed, placing the cup on the bedside table as she wore her jacket and stepped out of the room. Osvaldo followed closely behind his wife as they headed for the lounge.

"Lets leave this place, before they poison us to death!" Penny heard her mother scream, dragging her fat daughter out of the penthouse.

"Madam, May what’s going on?" Hughes asked silently but Maybelline said nothing to her. She only eyed the housekeeper before walking away.

"Mother." Penny rushed up to her, wondering what was happening. Why was she leaving without saying a good bye?

"Stay away from me!" Maybelline raised her hands to stop Penny from coming close to her.

"What have I done to you Penelope. I have tried to settle with you. I have been a good mother, yet you do this to me." May cried out.

Confused Penny stared at Maybelline in astonishment. Her mother looked different. So fat and bloated, but how’s that her fault? She had no idea what had happened.

Wait!

She turned to Osvaldo who stood calmly behind her. Everything sounded suspicious.

Did Osvaldo make her family fat?

But why would he do that?

Wasn’t it his idea that she reconciled with her mother? He was the on that had allowed Maybelline over, and the one that forced the reconciliation. So why the hell did he do this to them.

Xavier and the triplets all stepped out of their rooms, wondering what the commotion was about. What they never expected to see was a fat Maybelline and David Willard.

Ariana stood with her parents wondering why they had gotten so fat too.

"What’s going on?" Xavier asked.

"You should ask your cursed child." May barked.

"I don’t even like you in any way!" Maybelline screamed, her voice cracking with fury. "If you think my little party was to settle our feud, then you’re a fool, Penelope! How dare you do this to me?" Tears of rage welled in her eyes as her body shook with anger.

She spun suddenly, her gaze burning into the man beside Penny. The so-called madman. Osvaldo stood tall and steady, his golden eyes alive with fire.