Whitney gathered up a change of clothes for yoga and packed them into her old gym bag. She had promised herself that she would start exercising and intended to stick by it. As she went headed for the garage though the phone started ringing.
"Jay can you get that?" she called out, hand on the door knob.
"Sorry, I'm in the bathroom." came the slightly muffled reply.
Giving a sigh that turned into a snort Whitney hurried to the phone and checked the number. Strange that's Jay's college number she thought and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Stillglass one of Jay's professors," said a female voice. "I'm looking for Miss Smith, is this her?"
"It is, why did you want to talk to me?" she asked fear slowly building in the back of her mind that Jay had done something wrong.
"I was hoping to meet with you to talk about Jay's performance in my class," said Mrs. Stillglass concern heavy in her voice. "Would you be available tomorrow at lunch to come to my office and discuss this issue?"
"Yes I am, and I will," she answered, now thankful she had gotten the phone instead of Jay. "He's not failing is he?"
"No, not yet anyway," the reply did little for her fear. "We came talk about it in more detail tomorrow. I will see you then."
Hanging up the phone Whitney stood for a moment as her mind raced before heading into the kitchen. Opening the fridge she reached back to the stash of Hogbrew Trevor had left her, opened a can and gulped it down. Immediately she felt her mind slow and fear dissipate as a happy warm buzz filled her.
Remembering her yoga class she grabbed a second can and put it in her bag. Then she shut the fridge and headed out, taking a moment to adjust the driver's seat for her newly gained girth. Not noticing her ears had grown long enough that they now stuck out her hair as the very pleasant memories of her activities with Trevor drifted about her brain.
Yoga turned out to be quite the work out. Huffing and grunting she barely managed to just lag behind the rest of the class. But she had prevailed and made it through, and swore she would be there tomorrow after her meeting with Jay's professor.
"Good to see here again Whitney." said her friend Anna as she changed out her workout clothes. Her slender figure showing the results of years of continuous classes.
"Thanks, I've been meaning to come back for awhile now." Feeling very aware of her soft sizeable gut and breasts as she took her top off and rooted around for her shirt and vest.
"Hi Whitney, glad your back," said Gina another friend who also on the thin side except for her well rounded rear. "Is that beer in your bag?"
"Oh geesh I forgot that was in there." blushed Whitney and reached in to shove it out of view.
"What brand is it? I don't recognize that label." asked Anna leaning over to get a better look.
"Hogbrew, its from a friend of mine," said Whitney taking it out of her bag so her friends could see it and satisfy their curiosity. "Its really quite good."
"Oh? What kind of friend?" smirked Gina as her eyes sparkled. "Must be a good one to bring you alcohol."
"Kind of? It's mostly just been talking, drinking, and sex." said Whitney her face now red.
"Good sex?" asked Anna with a small wicked smile.
"Yeah, eeep." admitted Whitney though the last part came out as more of a squeal that covered by her friends laughter.
"Well that's good to hear," said Anna, smile now genuine and happy. "We've been worried you've been just looking after your daughters and sons with nothing for yourself."
"Yes, I glad your happy," nodded Gina. "So can we try this mystery beer?"
"What?" Whitney was rather thrown off balance by the request.
"You did say it was good," agreed Anna. "If you're worried about driving its one can split three ways, we probably won't even notice it."
"Umm, okay." said Whitney as she popped the tab and took a quick sip. The tasty liquid and her friend's support making any aches in her muscle or concerns about Jay vanish.
"Oh, that is nice," said Anna after hers. "Tastes like-"
"Mmmm butterscotch," finished Gina as she also emptied the can. "That is good."
The three finished changing and left promising to meet up again sometime in the future. Though neither her or her friends notice their stomach plump by an inch and press against their shirts. As Whitney was driving home and wondering what to do for dinner a building caught her eye. A fast food place that specialized in deep frying everything under the sun.
It was had been forever since they had eaten at such place since it was really unhealthy. But right now Whitney found she was feeling tired and not in the mood to cook. Plus it couldn't hurt to pig out every once in awhile, right?