Chapter 2

Emma paced around the room in front of Julie.

“Okay,” the lithe Emma stopped in front of her now pudgy roommate. “Okay . . . okay.”

“Emma, what’s happening to me?” Julie said between sobs, adding another ten pounds. The traces of her hourglass-like figure were disappearing under blubbery love handles. At least, she thought, she still wasn’t that fat . . . yet.

“Stop touching it,” Emma said suddenly, pulling Julie’s wrists—definitely swollen—from the bloated ball of her stomach. “Look, every time you touch yourself you get, er, fatter.”

“Make it stop!” Julie screamed as the seat of her pants ripped under her. She kept her hands on the bed, only looking at her chubby belly (it was a belly now) protruding from her sweater and her equally fattened breasts somewhat blocking her view. She sniffed, and tried to stop crying.

“Emma . . .”

“Calm down, buddy,” Emma paced, thinking, “It’ll be all right. This is that old guy’s doing, but we’ll fix it.”

“Ooooh god, I’m a fucking cow!” Julie moaned and her belly and breasts—where most of the weight had gone it seems—jiggled perversely as she moved. “Everything, everything is moving . . .” she shuddered, causing her body to jiggle even more.

“Aww, honey, you’re still cute,” Emma comforted her.

“No I’m not! Look at me!” Julie shouted, still not moving to avoid touching herself, She hadn’t grown since she stopped, she noticed with a hint of pleasure.

“Hold on, I have an idea. But first things first.”

Emma went to the bathroom.

She stopped to look at herself in the mirror. Still the same, petite, 95 pound figure. Her spindly, sexy arms enveloped in a small, unrevealing buttoned shirt.

“Whew,” she sighed and proceeded to unbutton her jeans to take care of pressing business. As her hands reached just under her flat, fatless stomach a full feeling came over her and she emitted a little burp. She pressed on in the unbuttoning and then stopped when she felt the seat of her pants obviously tighten. She immediately reached back and—it grew some more.

“What—oh Jesus—“ she hadn’t let go and it was jutting out behind. “No!”

She looked at it, her ass, a few minutes ago virtually nonexistent and now, well, actually pretty nice. That didn’t make her feel any better, though. She turned to the side and looked at herself. Apparently only her butt had grown any. Not thinking she pressed her hands against her stomach as a sort of voluntary movement and quickly regretted it.

Her rear not only rounded out some more, but her hips plumped up slightly pressing into and over her waistband, her clingy shirt now starting to look tight.

“Oh, oh fuck,” she said quickly. Her pants were far too tight now. She noted that it was mostly caused by her ass although she could plainly see her hips had widened. She could see her shirt was only a little tighter but she couldn’t feel any layer of fat on her stomach. She carefully tried to unbutton her pants but was unsuccessful so she had to try harder, forcing her hands into her stomach. Emma’s stomach puffed out some and now her shirt was feeling too tight.

“Uhg, oooow,” she moaned, trying to unbutton the jeans but with each press she only grew fatter. “No, god damn it!” her thighs were starting to look chunky on her miniscule frame now and met up with her butt. Her jeans snapped on their own. Surprisingly her shirt, while straining in the stomach area—her belly was getting chubby with a few rolls, unlike Julie’s smooth, bloated pooch—her breasts hadn’t seem to have grown at all.

Emma stopped moving, and panicked. She just stared at her reflection in the mirror. Emma had always loved her body the way it was. She wasn’t vane or anything like that, she just loved her whole “look.” It had changed now. Her hips were wide and chubby, her butt jutting out behind her, and now her stomach had joined in the act and was rolling out between her straining buttons. She noted with dismay a double chin forming under her thin face. She moved slowly over to the scale and looked down, almost screaming.

“123!” she started shaking all over and inadvertently clutched at her belly rolls, which only bloated up even more and snapped the first button off her shirt. She saw the scale go up six pounds. She screamed now, her jeans threatening to rip. If this kept up she could tell her body would develop into a big pear shape—all hips, ass, and belly and no breasts.

“Emma! What’s happening?” Julie cried.

“J-Julie, I have a p-problem . . .” she whispered back.

“What?”

“I’m getting . . . bigger . . .”

“Oh Jesus,” Julie moaned and fell back on the bed. But the sight of her belly looming up like that only depressed her more, so she sat up. But then her thick legs pressing together and having to spread her legs to make room for her massive gut was even worse. She sniffed again.

Emma walked back in slowly.

“You haven’t gained as much as me,” Julie noted.

“Thank god—um, no offense,” Emma moved slowly, not use to this new weight. Her tummy growled and she reached for her. She only had to burp once and add another few inches to her waistline to consciously tell herself not to do that.

“What are we going to do? How is this happening? We can’t live like this, we can’t fucking live like this!” Julie was getting hysterical now, jiggling all over and waving her arms.

“Julie, please, don’t panic—“ Emma was trying to remember the idea she had before.

“We’ll get fucking huge! We can’t! Look at us! I have an underbelly!” she screamed, “A fucking underbelly!” she tried to move her legs to feel more comfortable but it just wasn’t happening.

“God, I feel so damn bloated,” Emma mused, despairingly. “Oh!” she snapped her fingers, noticing that the sleeves her shirt seemed a little tighter with the thirty-pound pumping up.

“ . . . .what . . .?” Julie asked hopelessly.

“I don’t know what this is but it’s probably some kind of magic, you think?”

“Oooh god, we’re fucking huge, oh god oh god . . .”

“Right. Magic. Well, don’t we know that girl who ‘claims’ to cast spells or whatever?”

“Uh-huh,” Julie nodded her round face.

“Okay. Let me change, I’ll go see if Angela’s in her room then.”

“You use to look so good in that outfit, all small and sexy . . .” Julie was loosing it. This was all too strange for her, especially since she had always fought her weight since she was younger and the whole mess was traumatizing her. She was staring at the ceiling now to avoid looking at her chunky body.

“Don’t say stuff like that!” Emma snapped, surprised at herself. She held back the panic she was feeling coming on and went to the closet to take out a pair of sweat pants.

But when she tried to pull her jeans off she swelled some more.

“Oh no fucking way,” she tried again, adding another roll to her stomach which looked like it was sliding off her body now and another button snapped. Her legs were extremely confined and the love handles were looking far too large now and merged into her even beefier thighs. She was turning into a giant pear, it seemed. But not if she could help it. She yanked the pants off as fast as she could and only experienced a slight growth spurt at that. Her breasts even looked a little bigger. She snapped on the sweat pants without touching herself and threw a sweater on over her ruined shirt. She looked down at her body and was disgusted. She felt panic and despair coming on again and held it back. She closed her eyes and forced back tears of horror and disgust and turned to Julie.

“I-I’ll go get, um, Angela and see if she can help . . . us . . . from this.”

Julie nodded.