Chapter 6

They were interrupted predictably as the three turned towards the cafeteria across the street. There were screams, shouts of “oh god!” and “what’s happening?” and a group of girls that they all recognized as a clique living in their dorms ran out, changed.

They were sorority girls, oblivious and self-centered, who always did everything together. That’s not an exaggeration. If Emma had seen one of them separately she wouldn’t have recognized her without the rest of the group around. They were also, of course, all attractive to varying degrees.

A cheerleader type, petite and perky with breasts that looked too big for her body and an ass that was good for the shaking was frantically shouting at everyone as her clingy sundress filled out. First the midriff seemed to become tighter and clear rolls were visible which she grabbed in disbelief. Then her butt joined in, jutting out behind just as much as her stomach did in front of her. Her breasts didn’t grow at first, but as she pounded on her inflating belly and rubbed her swollen ass they gained some size. The dress tore down the front as her soft tummy poured out into a huge belly.

A average-looking girl, the kind who look good in blue jeans and an old T-shirt but somehow manage to look fantastic when dressed formally, was just shaking, feeling her body grow, unable to articulate any sounds. She had come to college relatively thin with only a little bit of baby fat left, but had put on the freshman fifteen and was terrified of gaining anymore. As her stomach bloated out in a round, pregnant dome and her face seriously plumped up, she would only caress her new fat as it grew elsewhere on her, straining her body in her clothes.

“I knew it!” she said, rubbing her stomach, belching, and feeling her fattened sides threatening to demolish her pants, “I should have dieted! I knew it!”

A small 21-year-old Asian with the body of a 14-year-old, looked very cute before in her slacks and white buttoned shirt over her practically nonexistent hips and breasts. But now, she was clutching a bare potbelly, tearing the buttons off her shirt, pushing the sides of her shirt and pants to their extremes. Her shirt popped open entirely, her restrained bubble butt jiggled and tried to free itself. Her face had become a horrified, blubbery ball shimmering as she looked up and down at her freakishly bloated body. She screamed and grabbed her flanks (the only thing she could call them now), not understanding how this massive ball of cellulite her body had become could be hers. She tried to run away but was hampered by an extra one-hundred pounds pulling her formerly miniscule frame down after her clothes were all but destroyed.

And there were others, frantic and swelling to different proportions depending on who discovered that it was the touching that caused the growing. But the three moved on, avoiding them. They’d have this fixed soon enough, hopefully, and it’ll all blow over.

Emma was concocting a complicated dragnet scheme as she struggled to walk uphill with the other two. They would search the town in segments, asking if anyone had seen a guy fitting the description. Raven was confident that with planning like this they couldn’t fail. Julie was dejected, feeling fat and hopeless, but she went along.

Fortunately, the whole plan fell to pieces when they found the old guy quietly reading his paper just where he was before. Her looked up as he saw them coming and looked annoyed.

“What do you punks want?” he asked.

“What do you think!?” Emma burst out, unleashing all her anger, “You turned us all into a bunch of fat fucking—aaaah! Stop it, right now!”

She felt indignant that as she yelled her belly rolls kept coming out from under the sweater and flapping in the wind.

“All right, all right, just leave me the hell alone,” the old man’s eyes glowed like before.

The three stood around, looking the same. Emma nervously reached to her side and felt herself. She kneaded the soft flesh of her belly and sides—and started to feel nauseous. She didn’t grow any, though. Raven experimentally cupped her little pokey belly and jiggled it around. She looked like she actually kind of liked it. Julie did nothing but just stared.

“Well?” the old man looked at them, impatiently waiting for them to leave.

“I said turn us back,” Emma said, her voice catching within her.

“What? You’re normal, just fat.”

“H-how do we f-fix . . . ?” Emma just looked down at her pear-shaped body, disgusted, missing her beautifully small frame more than ever now.

“I’d try the gym, tubby. Now move along, I’m a busy man,” he said, and went back to reading the paper. Emma, Julie, and Raven turned and left. Emma had a lot of screaming to do, Julie had a lot of brooding, and Raven, well, she was just getting hungry.