Chapter 2

Lindsey awoke with a shock. Eventually. First, she got up, brushed her teeth, showered, had some breakfast, and then was fairly glad that she was able to fit in perfectly to the same pants that she could just hardly get to fit the night before. Not that it made much of a difference, but she appreciated that she could still wear a good pair of jeans.

Lindsey worked, as always, and later, as always, went to hang out with Marc and Lori. Marc kept glancing at both of them, and Lindsey knew he was looking for any sign of change. It would have been hard to tell with Lori, what with that incessant sweater, but maybe her ass might stick out a little more. Or maybe her fatless face would be fuller. No such luck for Marc, Lindsey observed. And she never got to be alone with him to joke about it.

The next day, however, something had definitely changed. Lindsey didn’t know exactly what, but she felt different. Her clothes seemed to hang on her just slightly nicer, her face seemed a little less bloated. She experimentally stepped on the scale. She had lost five pounds in two days. She was still large and round, but it was a small change. Lindsey started to wonder . . .

Lindsey went everywhere, seeking out Lori. She found her—of course—in the coffee house. Lori was sitting there, reading or writing. Lindsey thought that her cheeks puff out just a little . . . but maybe it was the light.

“Hey, Lindsey,” Lori said.

“Oh, hi there. What’s going on?” Lindsey sat next to her.

“Just working out some lines here,” she flashed a notebook filled with poetry, “How are you doing?”

“Pretty good,” Lindsey proceeded carefully, “Lost a little weight.” She patted her big, round stomach for emphasis.

Lori looked confused.

“How about you?” Lindsey phrased the question so it wouldn’t sound like she was actually asking about her weight.

“I haven’t lost any weight,” Lori said. Lindsey couldn’t see her waistline with that sweater in the way, and her jeans were tight but they were always tight. This was getting unnecessarily frustrating.

“Well, I guess I’d better be going,” Lindsey got up to leave.

“Yeah, me too,” Lori said, and stood up.

There was a quiet snap and Lori’s eyes widened, embarrassed. Lindsey’s gaze darted toward Lori’s tiny, concealed midsection. Lori quickly placed a hand there and then withdrew it.

“Oh, um,” was all she said. “I’ll be right back—“ Lori went to the bathroom, and when she returned no more was said.

Lindsey needed to wear a belt the next day, the first time she had done so in a long while. She checked herself out, proudly. She had lost some weight. A lot of weight in such a short period, in fact. Her face especially felt the impact, her double chin nearly gone. The rest of her body was still large, round, and soft, but now less so. Feeling kind of sexy, she hurried after work to go and see Marc and Lori.

Lori talked less than usual, and kept prodding her face gently. It was definitely soft. Her cheeks looked pouty, like she was eating something, and the area under her chin looked puffy. She walked uncomfortably, Lindsey noticed, and he noted that her ass definitely stuck out more than usual, that her hips swaggered more than they should. When she slowly got up to get to the bathroom as they sat around Marc’s place Lindsey rushed to Marc.

“I think that crazy scheme of yours worked. Look!” Lindsey lifted up her shirt and showed Marc her less fat belly.

“I know!” Marc grew excited, “You wouldn’t believe Lori’s growth in the last three days. Her stomach’s all puffy now, she can hardly button those jeans she always wears. And her breasts are straining in her bra. I wish she’d take off that sweater so you could see.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Lindsey smiled, “Looks like you’re going to be getting a girl more to your liking soon, eh?”

“Sooner than you think,” Marc said, conspiratorially.

“Why, what did you do?”

“I did a little spell to speed up the process.”

“Oh, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t be too long now, hehe . . .”

Lindsey grabbed her stomach suddenly and flung herself back, gasping. Her stomach collapsed some, her love handles shrunk by an inch or two, and her breasts receded noticeably, all in one swift movement.

“Jesus!” she screamed, gasping for breath. “Wh-what did you do?”

“It’s the same thing, just faster. Don’t worry about it,” Marc reassured her.

A scream came from the bathroom. Marc and Lindsey jumped up—her having to hold her pants up, hanging onto her still unchanged hips.

Lori stumbled in slowly, her eyes wild with fear. Her face had grown, a double chin no prominent. Her breasts could now be seen beneath her sweater, and her hips—they were wider, her ass was rounder. Slacked jawed her hands motioned toward her hidden stomach.

“Marc! Marc!” she shouted.

“What is it?” he feigned ignorance.

“Loooook . . .” Lori said slowly, lifting her sweater. Her pants button and zipper had split wide open and a good-sized pudgy belly was poking out. Fat squirted over the sides of her jeans. The layer of fat even seemed to jiggle as she shook.

“I-I was just in there, and-and I started growing—“ Lori tried to explain, but was stopped as she suddenly breathed deeply and clutched her round ass as it bloated outwards, two big soft spheres behind her. Her hips grew with it, and her tight jeans split accordingly. Her bra snapped and her fingers dug into the increasing fat around her stomach.

“No, stop it!” she screamed, but it wouldn’t stop. Her belly grew, bulging outward in front and at her sides. Her tiny hourglass figure was destroyed quickly as her waist became wider than her hips—like Lindsey—and her breast jutted out, large and firm, from under her sweater—like Lindsey. Her hands grasped at the widening orb, her sweater growing too tight, her eyes crazed, she just wimpered and screamed.

“Baby, it’s all right,” Marc rushed forward to hold his expanding girlfriend.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed and stumbled back, her jeans ripping off and falling to the ground. Fortunately her large, soft ass broke her fall.