The newly minted monobutt rolled herself back onto her feet, her expression that of a D-Day veteran reliving Normandy Beach. The only thing that could leave her mouth was a long, loud, horrified shriek.
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The two extremely pear shaped girls were hiding out in the bathroom sometime later, trying to calm down and assess their situation.
“Okay… I think I owe you an explanation,” Jennifer began, “You need to believe me when I tell you that I did that to you against my will.”
“Against your will?” Susan balked, “How in fuck is turning me into a fatass… right, the curse, you were dared to. Jeez Louise…”
“That’s not even the half of it,” Jenny continued, “I have to do it to the rest of the squad, my sister, and my Mom, too.”
“Well we can just use the curse to change ourselves back!” Susan suggested.
“No can do,” Jennifer shook her head, “not unless he says so.”
“And that would be?”
Jennifer took a deep breath, sighed, and replied, “So you know that one freshman we pantsed the other day? The little ginger dweeb who wasn’t wearing any underwear?”
“I think so…,” Susan nodded, “That pubes for brains? What was his name again?”
“Kyle Perkins. And no I don’t know how he got my phone number.”
“So he wants to turn the cheer team into pear shaped fatasses? That’s just so disproportionate of a response!”
“I mean, not to defend the little rat, but we did kinda just flash his micro-penis in front of everyone… There’s no coming back from that.”
“Okay fair,” Susan grumbled, “but just look at me! I spent all of Freshman and Sophomore year losing enough weight to make the cheerleaders, and just because one kid got butt-hurt, boom! Welcome back to Tubby Town, population SUSAN MURPHY!”
“Look,” Jenny said, “we’ll find him, have a chat with him, and make him turn us back to normal. I can’t go though life with a wobbling bod like this! I mean… look at this butt!” She wheeled her backside around to face Susan, showing off her exposed puckered hole for her to see.
“I have just the same problem as you, Jenny,” Susan nodded, “but… can I admit something? I kinda think our little holes are cute? Like… so cute that I wanna finger it?”
“Eww! No,” Jennifer cringed, “Poop comes out of there!”
“I’m serious!” Susan insisted, “Look at mine and tell me you don’t wanna poke it!” Susan wheeled herself around and stuck out her own butthole with some kind of pride. Jennifer couldn’t help but admit that it too was pretty cute looking… for an anus.
“Alright fine,” Jenny sighed, “I wanna poke your pooter, but this is besides the point!”
“On the topic of our butts,” Susan asked, “How-come we don’t have butt cracks anymore?”
“I don’t know,” Jennifer groaned, “I think he called it something like uh… monobutt?”
“Okay, now I’m too curious,” Susan said, looking up the word “monobutt” on her phone. The first thing she could find were a bunch of drawings of furry characters and similar on art websites. Sure enough she found the same round, crack-less butts she and Jennifer sported. “Okay… so it might be a fetish thing?”
“I’m gonna kill that Perkins when I see him,” Jennifer pounded her fist into her palm, “I wanna make sure he pays for this shit!”
Just then, someone else came into the bathroom.
Who?