Chapter 4

After Briana had gone down the stairs feeling bloated and sick, another student passed her, Jessica. Jessica bumped into Briana on accident and, in her self-involved way, kept going up to her dorm. Her body was thin and undefined, curvy and sexy in a late 90s Jennifer Love Hewitt kind of way, with the slim waist and the flat, tender tummy. She had a pretty face, high cheekbones and a beautiful smile with long auburn hair. She wore hip-hugging jeans and a belt, her T-shirt tucked in. She liked the way the outfit made her cute ass and average and firm breasts look.

But when she casually reached one of her slender arms to scratch her side once in her dorm, she suddenly felt an inexplicable tightness under her belt. So she patted her stomach absentmindedly and felt it increase. Jessica moaned and hunched over as the tightness grew, her arms hugging her sides and the pain grew. Her belt was getting too tight she noticed with growing alarm, and she could see and feel a roll of fat coming over her waistband. She desperately tried to undo her belt and the bloating increased. She got it undone.

Jessica’s pants didn’t snap but they looked like they might as her stomach pressed out against them. She was confused and rubbed the new bulge experimentally. It grew. She belched. She looked in the mirror at her profile and saw the obvious changes. Not only did she now sport a swollen pooch made prominent by her tight pants and tucked in shirt, but her ass stuck out a little more, and her face had lost definition.

“What the hell . . .” she touched her softened cheek and her stomach surged forward into a belly, snapping her pants open as it went from flat to convex. “No!”

She was breathing faster, her free belly jiggling slightly. She didn’t move, afraid of what might happen.

Jessica carefully untucked her shirt to hide her body, her stomach bloating out an inch or two further and her thighs growing softer in the process. She walked stiffly as her pants, even though unbuttoned and with her pulsating belly moving the zipper down, were far too tight to be comfortable.

“I’m out of shape, I’m bloated, I put on some weight and just noticed, I’m turning into a f-fat slob, I gotta get to the gym,” the thirty-pound heavier girl rationalized as she carefully put on a heavy coat. She was feeling too self-conscious of her unnaturally bigger frame to touch it. She made her way out of the dorm, wide-eyed and frightened.

When she was in the hall she tall two chunky girls coming towards her, Emma and Julie. Jessica never paid attention to anyone but her friends and wouldn’t have recognized them even without the added weight. But the way they moved, unsure, scared, made her blurt out the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m fat!” Jessica almost shouted and slapped her hand across her mouth, causing her sides and belly to bulge out even more. To compensate somehow she bent down and the seat of her jeans ripped. It looked like she had a big ball of fat forming on top of her swollen thighs and her soft underbelly was clearly visible as her coat rode up and her breasts grew. She had a definite double chin now but refused to acknowledge it.

Emma and Julie ran to her.

“Don’t touch yourself!” Emma said, pulling her hand from her mouth, “It’ll make it worse. Come on, Jessica, we’re going to find a way to fix . . . this . . .” the reality of the situation again hit Emma right in her confidence. She became very ashamed of her dowdy body and felt like crying again, looking at the multiple rolls—both visible and implicit—and her meaty legs and ass.

“Okay,” Jessica said softly, “Um . . . Irma?”

“Emma,” Emma corrected her, snapping back into the spirit of defiance. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?” Julie asked.

“I guess to town, where we saw the old guy walking off.”

“I’m not going outside like this!” Jessica said, more indignant than frightened now, and motioned towards her swollen body.

“I-I don’t want to be seen, please, Emma,” Julie stammered.

“Shut up and come on unless you want to spend the rest of your life like fat fucking pigs,” Emma said, turning her recently enlarged body around, and waddled off with the two walking uncomfortable behind her.

They met Briana at the bottom of the stairs and another girl. Briana was immense now, maybe over 250. Her pants were open and tearing at the seams and her spandex top was doing all in its power to keep her huge masses of belly and breasts from bursting out. Her face was bloated and drooping. She was motionless except for some squirming which caused her belly to ripple and shake. All traces of the fit athlete were gone under pounds of growing fat.

“Oh, god,” Julie was shocked. “W-will we get that big?”

“Don’t say that,” Emma snapped, more horrified now than ever.

The other girl was Raven, a friend of Angela’s and more goth than anyone. She was tall and slender, and always wore long black dresses and a tight black corset. It complimented her ample breasts, of course, and her flat stomach and flaring hips. She was pale, with long, lovely black hair where she got her nickname “Raven” from. But she didn’t look herself. A thick roll of fat—as Emma and Julie could have predicted—was coming forth from between her elastic dress and her unyielding corset. She kept muttering, and pressing in on her belly bulge which only grew. The dress grew with it, but the corset was getting too tight. As her butt was reaching noticeable proportions she developed a prominent amount of face fat.

“Hey, Julie—Emma—help me out here,” she said nonsensically as her belly rounded, even as it was repressed by the corset. Her hips were getting bigger too and trying to eliminate the hourglass form heightened by the outfit. Her belly button peeked out and she poked it in, causing her stomach to puff out even more. She whined and looked up, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping.

“Raven, just stay still—“ Emma warned and walked towards her.

“What’s happening to me?!” Raven screamed and clutched the fat, “Oooooh,” she moaned as the corset was getting too tight. She didn’t put on too much weight yet, maybe only another 15 added to her 115, but it was distributed in such a way as to maker her little belly look freakish on her thin body. “Oh!” she burped and her stomach jutted forward again, her hips finally putting a little layer of fat on. “Oh!”

“Raven, don’t-touch-yourself-it’s-magic-and-it-makes-y ou-fat-if-you-do,” Julie blurted out quickly. Raven seemed to catch on immediately and stopped, but she couldn’t help her hands from hovering disbelieving over the alien potbelly. Her breasts were also jammed into her top and threatening to explode out.

“God, you guys are huge,” Raven wavered a bit, “What’s happening?”

“Some old guy put some kind of spell on us,” Emma was feeling more confident now with their growing numbers.

“How do we fix it?” Raven asked, her voice betraying increasing fear.