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Transform or Dare?

From flab to worse.

added by Wingrider 4 years ago A BM

After finding a suitable replacement for her strained clothing, which consisted of a baggy T shirt with the school logo and a pair of sweat pants, Jenifer headed to her next class with a flush of red on her cheeks. She'd found a mirror on the way out of the gym, and couldn't help but look at herself...she was looking a lot like the people she was fond of making fun of. "If this whole thing was supposed to teach me humility.....that twerp has another.. ano...aaAACHOO!!" Jen gave a loud sneeze and sniffled the rest back into her sinuses, she just had to hold on a little while longer.

When she arrived at her next class, a few students turned their heads toward her...and not in the way she was used to. Surprised expressions, along with hushed murmurs were following her all the way to her seat. 'Is that...Jenifer?' 'Holy crap, she really let herself go.' With each comment, her recently acquired outfit already started to feel more and more snug, as she seemingly stuffed herself into her seat. As she did so, her chair gave a small creak.

At that particular noise, the teacher turned around and noticed the late arrival. "Ms. Smith.....glad you could join us. You look a little more...bloated than usual, are you well?" At the comment, Jen's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the class gave quiet snickers. "Yes Mr. Jones, I'm just....well.....I'm having an allergic reaction. I-It's nothing serious! I just...couldn't miss today's classes."

The teacher glared at her for a moment, before turning to continue the lesson. Through the hour, Jen felt more and more uncomfortable in her seat, feeling like it was starting to pinch her body. Trying not to pay it any attention, she concentrated on the lesson, only being distracted by her chair giving small whines of protest as she got bigger. By the end of class, she could barely wedge herself out of the chair, and her loose clothing was now feeling like her previous, now ripped outfit. "P-Please stop growing....there wasn't anything bigger than this! Just one more class, please, then I can...go home."


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