Chapter 4 - falling into her grasp

Later during the night I was laying in my bed. My nightstand light was on and I was holding those photos in my hand, turned away from me. "This is some dangerous shit" I thought to myself. I then turned them over to be greeted by my friends beautiful body. Everything about her was graceful, smooth, clear and clean. Now that I was alone and on my own time, I became aroused. Everything about her physical self complemented each other, her adorable face with a small, slightly upturned nose, her small mouth complemented by plump lips and cheekbones that shaped her face delicately. Of course my gaze drifted downwards to her petit, developing breasts. During our time knowing each other I of coursed noticed their development but it was nothing more than that for me, just noticing. Her waist was slender, with a natural, lack of fat, abs showing. Gazing further down she continued to be perfect. Her hips have broaden quite a bit over the past years, looking a bit soft. Then of course that zone that is so dangerous; a little bit of hair over her vagina. All supported by her cute chubby thighs, touching together at the top of her legs, gracefully flowing down to her calves, into her dainty ankles and feet. Looking at the photo of her rear, this was where she plumped out the most, clear folds where her legs met, and on one of her profile photos it stuck out a good 4 inches. Gotta say, even if she didn't have this whole ordeal going on, I would be still completely happy with how things were.

A week later and the school year was wrapping up which also meant next year was high school. Clare said we will "keep record" at the end of every month, the first one was on May 31st. So far I haven't noticed any physical differences in Clare, but she has certainly changed personality wise. She just seems more spontaneous, energetic and happy. Also it seems now that her stomach is an endless pit. Since the Monday of the last week of school she has been gorging herself. At lunch I would see her walk towards me smiling, two trays in each hand loaded with thick, filling food. After sitting down I couldn't get her to say a single word, she would stuff her cheeks like a chipmunk and swallow pounds of food.

Her clothing choices had also changed. Before she always wore modest clothing, never seeing anything above the knee or below her collarbone. Now she was wearing tight denim short-shorts and a form-fitting t-shirt that didn't hide anything and had a deep v-neck. Clare didn't have cleavage yet but I still noticed a bit of breast flesh showing. No doubt due to her new outlook of her future life. She's going all in and she's going to pull me with her. I never really had a chance to have a good talk with her. Her trust in me kept her a bit too close for comfort but I wanted to support my friend. Finally by the end of week we had a chance to sit down and talk about this in more depth.

"So I'm sure you noticed me stuffing my face like a pig in front of everyone. Well that's no thanks my condition. While my appetite isn't directly affected from the mutation, my body believes itself to be starving of any fat so basically anything I eat, my body will try its hardest to convert everything it can to fat. Sugar goes to fat, carbs go to fat, fats that don't normally get stored does now. Now I'm always hungry. My Doctor suggested appetite suppressants but my body ends up the same way so I said no." She was still apprehensive about the subject.

"So have you gained any weight yet?" I asked, a bit excited to hear say yes.


"Yup, since I've been diagnosed nines days ago I've gained 7 pounds".

I was shocked at how much she's already gained. Now looking at her I can see a slight difference. While she hasn't really expanded at all, everything had softened, less muscles and bones sticking out. " Wow, that's quick."

"I know! I'm going huge in a matter of months and frankly while I am a bit scared of what it would be like. I know that it ain't life threatening or hugely painful but I have no choice and I've been skinny all my life and it's all I know"

She was confident about it but just the slightest depressed about it. But I was really struggling over here next to her. I had a family size tent and even with textbooks on my lap it was a struggle to hide it. It was fucked up but I couldn't help but be excited on the inside.

"We will stay friends, right Eli? We will stay friends even as I struggle from class to class?" She looked at me with big eyes and a slight grin, already knowing the answer.

"Of course Clare, I don't care what you look like, we will still be friends." Except I did care and was really excited for the future.

"Eli you are sooo awesome!" She leaned over for a hug, wrapping her bare arms around me. I simply fell into her embrace, smiling.