Chapter 3

Emma left, swaying her bulky hips (she had to be up to 140, at least, she thought and tried not to think about it again). With each step her two round ass cheeks rubbed against her loose sweatpants, her fat stomach rolls jiggled against each other. Coming to the stairs this was getting too much for the formerly lithe student and she keeled over and almost threw up. But she grabbed her stomach, and it blew up even more. Her sweater couldn’t hide the soft, milky cellulite popping up from under now. She belched and felt like a disgusting pig. Make that a very dowdy pig especially given her outfit.

And then Briana walked up. Briana was somewhat of a snob but still friendly enough that her superiority complex only bothered a few. She was also quite tall, quite attractive, and had a body to die for from years of working out. Toned, tight, a defined stomach and perky, medium-sized breasts. She was wearing some tight jeans today, showing off her hard-as-rock ass, and a midriff-bearing spaghetti strap shirt, probably spandex or some other stretch material as it really hugged her curves. She had a pretty, sharp face and short cropped red hair. She smiled at Emma.

“Emma! How—er” she must have just noticed Emma’s clothing was out of character, and then her fat body was out of character, too. “Um, how are you doing?”

Don’t throw up, don’t cry, don’t throw up, don’t cry, Emma kept repeating to herself.

“I’m f-fine, Briana, I’m . . . just . . . going . . .” she was huffing now, out of breath from walking. Her muscles apparently weren’t catching up to her bloated form.

“You look a little ‘sick’ there, girl,” Briana poked Emma’s soft belly and Emma almost screamed.

“Don’t do that!” she snapped, “Please, I . . . I have to go—“

“Wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

Emma was already racing down the stairs, her belly jiggling with every step and her thighs rubbing together painfully and even her face seemed to shake like jello as she moved. She made it to Angela’s door and knocked, and was immediately received.

Angela had been at school for a few years already and wasn’t going anywhere mostly out of laziness. She’d rather go hang out with her goth friends or just screw around town rather than actually study. She was very tall, very narrow in form, and dressed in big, loose clothing. She looked more grunge than goth, come to think of it. She was very pale, like Emma, only she had more of a Germanic beauty about her.

“Emma, what’s up—oh my god, what happened to you?” Angela instinctively grabbed for Emma’s newly plump sides and Emma reeled back at the touch growing more sickened by her body every moment.

“I-I—“ Emma finally broke down and told Angela everything that happened and how it all started with the old guy and his glowing eyes and then Julie started blowing up and now she was. “And now—look at me . . .”

“Mmm,” Angela considered the matter rationally. “This is weird, I have to admit. Well, let’s go see Julie, I’ll think of something. You came to the right person.”

Emma thanked her and they headed back upstairs. Emma was loosing her breath and Angela helped her get up the stairs.

“Great,” Emma moaned, trying to get some spirit back, “Fat, bloated, disgusting and helpless.”

“We’ll get you back to normal in no time. Huff!” Angela said as helped Emma up the stairs.

“I weighed ninety-five pounds this morning, you know. Ninety-five!” Emma looked like she was going to cry again but her face retained a more pensive expression as if she was trying to ignore the changes her body had gone through.

“Ooooh,” they heard a moaning ahead and saw Briana walked towards them.

“Briana?” Emma didn’t even have to ask. She looked at Briana’s hand moving across her six-pack, moaning. Well, it was a six-pack before, at least. It looked soft, undefined, and her belly button deeper. Plus, rolls were coming out over her sides and that spandex top of hers was growing tighter by the minute. Her cheeks looked like she was holding her breath. And she kept rubbing, stumbling forward as her pants tightened against her swelling legs.

“Emma, I’m a little sick, I’m going down to the . . . the . . . ooooh!” she stopped and fell back against a wall. Her stomach was getting too big, too round, and she purposely unbuttoned her pants to let it grow out like a big, soft pillow. Her breasts were also getting bigger and unwieldy now. She must have gained a good 25 pounds already, completely covering up all that muscle. She just stumbled through the hall, down the stairs, moaning and complaining about feeling bloated.

“It’s an epidemic,” Angela said simply. “What was it that old guy said to you?”

They were just coming back into the room. Emma was trying to walk as dignified as she use to and was very self-conscious about how her hips were now swaying outward and if she gained any more she’d be waddling.

“He said he was sick of us college students and then this all started to happen.”

Julie looked glad to see Angela and sat up. Angela looked at the two growing girls. She hummed and thought.

“Okay, I can’t do anything unless I find this guy first. I don’t know what kind of magic he’s using.”

Angela, the tall beanpole as she was, was wearing a flowing white T-shirt and baggy blue jeans. She put her hands on her thin hips as she thought and that same strange look came over her face that Emma and Julie had seem on each other before. Their voices stuck in their throats as they tried to tell her. She kept talking about how magic works, and how to know your enemy, and all the while she was unconsciously rubbing her stomach, burping, and because of her loose clothing didn’t realize anything was going on until she actually pressed into her belly curiously and felt resistance. She looked down and saw an unwelcome collection of fat pushing up her shirt.

“No!” she screamed and started rubbing her swelling sides, panicking, her pants starting to get tight around her waist and her butt was soon jutting out in back. “Somebody! Help me!” she was screaming hysterically now, rubbing her growing belly as it pressed out from under her shirt. She was looking more pregnant than fat until her pants snapped and fell to the floor and her chubby legs became visible. Emma and Julie ran to her to try to get her together but she just kept fidgeting and digging her hands into her now huge midsection swelling out in all directions. Her breasts and face didn’t seem to grow, but she wasn’t developing into a pear shape like Emma, or even the heavy-in-the-middle shape like Julie, but instead more like a ball, and her shirt ripped eventually, as did her pants as she kept screaming and rubbing, pressing, and kneading her chunky flesh all over.

“This isn’t happening to me!” she screamed again. She couldn’t have been more than 110 when she came in there, she was now approaching 200 and yet wouldn’t stop touching her newly fat body. Julie and Emma didn’t feel so bad looking at how she had beefed up with her body bulging in every imaginable way, writing on the floor.

“There goes our professional help,” Emma said, feeling more in charge than before despite her fear. Angela had finally stopped moving and laid on the floor in a bundle; dazed, fat, and helpless.

“We’ll find this guy ourselves,” Emma resolved, trying to look defiant. Julie nodded and unsteadily followed the waddling Emma out the door.