Beth smiled. Tara was clearly uncomfortable in her clothes, which had, after all, been made to fit a woman about half her size. Beth decided to have a little pity on her. She set the Chronivac to change Tara's clothing so that they would fit her new fat body. She aimed and hit the button.
Tara's tank top shifted and expanded until it stretched down over her new stomach. The look was very unflattering, but it least the fabric covered all of her sudden belly. The waistband of Tara's skirt also widened to relieve pressure on her now very broad hips and butt. Beth couldn't see it, but she was sure Tara's bra must have been expanding, too. The other girl's breasts were at least twice as big as they had been only moments before and sagged halfway down her torso.
For a moment, Tara was busy trying to keep track of the changes to her clothes, but suddenly she looked up -- directly at Beth's table. Beth tried to turn away quickly, but it was too late. Before she knew what was happening, the now-chubby Tara had maneuvered awkwardly out of her chair and was walking -- Beth couldn't help but smirk at the fact that her rival was now forced almost to waddle -- over to Beth.
"You did this!" Tara hissed at Beth, as soon as she was close enough. Even her voice was a little different, Beth noticed. It had a thicker sound to it, nothing like the melodic tone of the hot girl she had just humbled.
Beth smiled. "What do you mean, Tara? Did what?"
Tara's eyes widened in disbelief. "You made me into a fat girl! With that thing!" She pointed a chubby finger at the Chronivac in Beth's hands. Tara's now pudgy face was scrunched up in anger and frustration. Beth noticed she was sweating from the slight effort of having walked over from the other table. Her much larger breasts jiggled with every move, and Tara was shifting around a lot, clearly uncomfortable with the almost seventy pounds she had packed on in just the last five minutes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Beth said gleefully. "You really don't have to be ashamed of your body, Tara. Has someone been making fun of you again?"
Tara shook her head vigorously. "My body? This isn't my body! You did this to me." She gestured up and down her rounded frame. Beth noticed that even with the generous changes she had made to Tara's clothes, her tank top still struggled to contain her substantial breasts and wider stomach.
Beth shrugged. "I really don't know what you mean, Tara. Sorry. I've really got to get back to what I was doing." She gestured smugly at her open laptop.
Tara was furious. She lunged at the Chronivac in Beth's hands ...