Chapter 2 - a little give

Bethany survived her first month of classes and was slipping into a comfortable routine. All except for that one fucking class. Biology could get bent for all she cared. Luckily for her, there were plenty of spineless saps willing to pull her weight. Being a perfect 10 sure had its perks!

All she really needed to do was pout her lips, bat her eyes, and push her cleavage together and her homework finished itself. It wowed her that the horny dudes simple enough to fall under her spell were so skilled in the sciences, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Disguising what felt like a funeral march as a sexy strut, Bethany strode into class, hips swaying hypnotically. Her seamless stride was nearly interrupted by the whine of her tummy. God, as if this class wasn't awful enough, now she had to sit through it on an empty stomach.

"Alright class! Today we'll be looking at the family tree of none other than Queen Victoria HERSELF. Won't that be fun?"

In fact, Bethany had found herself gradually getting hungrier and hungrier earlier and earlier in the day. It must have been her body adjusting to her new schedule, surely. She contemplated smuggling a few snacks into class, but the last thing she wanted was to encroach on time that could be spent asleep. But she doubted she could sleep on an empty stomach, either.

The teacher's droning voice was the perfect, soothing backdrop to her internal debate.

"Queen Victoria's bloodline was plagued by a disease known as HEMOPHILIA. Basically, this disease hinders your blood's ability to clot, so any bleeding could prove FATAL."

Bethany's parents were loaded and, more importantly, their pantry and fridge were loaded as well. She had always helped herself to an after school snack to unwind, but it had never occurred to her to stow a poptart or two away in her purse to get her through the day. At the year’s start, she had lasted long enough to grab some lunch during her free periods. Maybe she should pace herself.

But why bother? She didn't develop such ample assets by ignoring her body's needs. It had always been right before, hadn't it? After all, her mom was still a smoking hot, blonde bombshell well into her forties, and she hadn't so much as touched a treadmill or entertained the idea of salad over steak. That was Bethany's destiny. Perfect bod, perfect house, perfect husband. Besides, she couldn't risk ending up as another faceless, rail thin bitch.

"Queen Victoria herself actually didn't suffer from hemophilia, but instead was a CARRIER. That means that while she was unaffected by the disease, she was still able to pass it down to her CHILDREN."

Ugh, even if Bethany wanted to listen, the incessant grumbling of her belly wouldn't have let her. There was no way in hell she would last the rest of the year like this, let alone the rest of the week. But it wasn't all bad, she figured. She could at least treat herself to an extra large lunch once she was finally set free from this BS. Bethany clutched her tummy, neon nails sinking into the skin. Hopefully her stomach would settle down until she could fill that bitch up.

Wait. Sinking?

"Unfortunately, Queen Victoria was none the wiser, cursing her descendants with a life ruining malady without even knowing."

A month into school and it seemed Bethany's stomach was already softening. It was still mostly flat, of course, but a thin layer of padding could easily evolve into a small mound of flab, and then a pudgy paunch, and then even a... ah, well, it didn't matter because Bethany certainly didn't notice. Even if she had realized she was starting to fill out her outfits just a little more, her fickle stomach was enough of a distraction to occupy her meager mental capacity.

Bethany's nails raked her belly's excess skin as she daydreamed of her lunchtime feast. Pizza and chicken and nachos and burgers and cookies and ice cream and eclairs; just the thought alone could conjure up a mouth watering aroma. Yet another reverberating rumble from her tummy shattered the fantasy, however. God, class couldn't end quickly enough.