chapter 2

Valerie glared at her reflection. Sweat beaded on her brow, matting a strand of hair to the side of her flushed face. She clicked her tongue in disapproval and then noticed Denise behind her.

“I’m sure you’re getting a kick out of this”

Denise shook her head, her dark tresses tumbling about.

“I thought you could use a minute away from everyone else”

Valerie laughed bitterly, before responding sarcastically.

“My savior”

Denise frowned and put her hands on her round hips.

“Look, I know it's awkward and I’m the last person you want telling you this. But you’ve had a little wardrobe malfunction.”

Valerie looked down, her vision connecting with her chest sooner than expected. Her breasts bulged over the top of her dress. While not indecent, the fabric had been pulled down revealing the straining cups of her bra.

“Wha-”

Her hands cupped at flesh that was much more abundant than it was just an hour ago. She fingered her belt which had transitioned from tight to biting. A roll protruded over the accessory and sank under her physical inspection.

“How?”

Denise moved closer, concern replacing annoyance.

“Hey, are you ok?”

Valerie’s breathing sped up and she stepped away from the mirror to survey her fuller form. Her waist bulged over and under the belt that was cutting into her. A deep line of cleavage forced the front of her dress down while the straps chafed at her shoulders.

She whimpered as her hands found her padded hips and thickening thighs. Was she growing? Her skin was warm as she groped at different parts of her swollen anatomy.

“Ar-are you having an allergic reaction? You're puffing up!”

Valerie felt her throat, finding it softer than she would have liked and steadied her breathing. As she calmed down she shook her head, feeling her rounded chin brush her fingers.

“I don’t think so.. I can still breathe”

“I’m going to go get help”

Denise turned and tripped as her thighs were forced together by her constricting dress. She caught herself on one of the stall doors, but as she stumbled a crack could be heard.

Valerie turned towards the brunette at the sharp noise that echoed in the bathroom. Denise clung to the door, one heel having broken and unbalanced her. Valerie moved towards the teetering brunette, acutely aware of her jiggling parts.

“Whoa are you ok?”

Denise sighed heavily and righted herself, her hands moved too smooth out the dress but confusion once again took up residence on her features. She looked down and stepped backwards in surprise, her broken heel causing her to fall.

Valerie acted quickly and grabbed the woman's arms so she didn’t hit the ground. She was unprepared for how heavy Denise was and she stumbled forward bringing the two women in close proximity.

Denise smiled sheepishly as she hobbled upright. They both now awkwardly occupied one of the stalls.

“Thanks”

Valerie nodded and stepped back, a shredding sound caused her to freeze. The lock on the door had caught her dress and now a large tear had appeared in her dress. She yanked the fabric from the stall door in an irritated fashion.

“Oh come on!”

Neither woman noticed the door to the stall close.