Janet stuttered and spluttered, too panicked to talk straight. Before long, her minute ran up, and Susan prepared to deliver the curse.
“Time’s up,” Susan said coldly, “You take both the transformation and the dare. Your transformation is simple. I transform you to have a body just like mine and Jenny’s. For your dare, I dare you to-” Jennifer quickly clasped a hand over Susan’s mouth, causing both of the round girls to roll onto the floor, stunted legs flailing around.
“Don’t give her anything too harsh,” Jennifer insisted, “It’s bad enough you’re turning her into a monobootied fatass, you don’t gotta rub salt in her wound. Now think carefully about what you’re going to do to her. We might be able to save face if you don’t give her a bad dare. Okay?”
Susan sighed, nodded, and rolled herself back onto her feet. She looked at the trembling Janet, took a deep breath, and told her “I dare you to be confident with yourself and stop being squeamish as much, to not get in trouble for exposing your butthole in public, and to, I dunno, ask that dweeb Kyle out on a date.”
As Susan finished laying out her dare, a violent gurgling noise bubbled through Janet’s stomach. In the space of a second the poor Freshman’s body blimped up like a water balloon, sloshing and wobbling like gelatin. Her belly, crotch, and bottom were a plump, wide orb, with a tiny puckered hole the only thing remaining of her now smoothed over back-end. Her body, jiggling as it pooled on the floor, was straddled between a pair of short, fat legs ending in tiny, pudgy feet. Janet looked down at herself, and the quivering frown she bore began to twitch, melting into a fairly contented smile.
“How do you feel?” Jennifer asked the girl.
“You know what?” Janet grinned, “I think I wear this gut better than you guys!” She gave her belly a confidant slap, watching it ripple and slosh from the impact like a lake of gelatin. “Betcha I can make myself more popular than you cheerleaders like this! Hey, who knows! Maybe this body type could be the next hourglass! What didja call it again?”
“Umm… monobutt?” Jennifer answered with a tilt of her head.
“Monobutt… I like it,” Janet nodded, “Monobutt because my butt has mono cheek. Thanks, girls! I’ll be sure to let everyone know that you guys made me like this. After all, from what I’ve noticed, trends are started by confident people and I’m feeling pretty confident all of the sudden! Way more confident than I used to be, actually. Thanks again!” She spun on her middle and waddled out of the bathroom with a kind of confident swagger she’d never felt before. Jennifer and Susan were probably imagining it, but the little big Freshman seemed to be flaunting her exposed anus as she left.
“Susan,” Jennifer said after a minute of silence, “I know what I said, but I think we might have created a monster.”
“Whadda ya mean we?” Susan balked, “You were the one who told me to be nice!”
“Exactly,” Jennifer replied, “but… you know what, never mind. Let’s just go. We’ll figure this out later.” The two titanic cheerleaders waddled out of the girls’ bathroom and went back to class. As she predicted, Jenny had to fill out a Tardy slip and drop it off at the office. She counted her blessings that it was technically her first offense of the year.
Come second period, she actually managed to make it to her next classroom rather quickly despite all of the waddling and the sweating and the panting. Her classmates couldn’t help but stare at the rounded out cheer captain, her tiny butthole exposed for all to see against her bloated orb of a backside. The stares only cemented her embarrassment. She was supposed to have the perfect skinny athletic body that all good cheerleaders did, as cheerleaders were the face of their school’s teams. Now she was a fat pear, rocking on her ball shaped backside instead of sitting in a chair.
Jennifer Smith felt a humiliation she hadn’t felt since the Third Grade. She was playing soccer on the playground at school, when suddenly she heard something rip. She felt a draft and suddenly realized that she’d torn a hole in the back of her favorite jeans. All eyes were on her. She didn’t have time to cover it up, revealing her polka dot underpants to her classmates. Her face became a radioactive tomato as she heard her peers’ laughing. Jennifer Smith had ripped her pants, and had done all she could since then to make everyone drop it.
This however, walking into class looking like a bottom heavy clown, sloshing around like a water balloon, and showing off her butthole against her will… This she could never live down. She could hear the snickers behind her back, and the whispers of disbelief. Here she was, Cheer Captain, rich girl, most powerful student in school next to the Student Council, reduced to a bloated parody of herself. For the first time in a while, Jennifer’s head became a radioactive tomato.
It was almost enough to make her cry.
“Guys, can you please knock it off?” she heard a voice say, “I don’t think she can help how she looks right now. She might have… the curse!”