Jen sat in the detention room, her discomfort from the wet clothes and the failed laps still lingering. Her eyes wandered around the room, seeking any distraction from her current predicament. That's when she noticed him—Kyle, the one who had cursed her with this strange and ever-growing pregnancy.
Kyle's eyes widened as he spotted Jen in her waddling state, her belly protruding prominently and her clothes clinging uncomfortably to her rain-soaked form. A smirk played on his lips as he realized the full extent of the curse's impact. He had cast the spell as a twisted game, and now he reveled in seeing the consequences unfold before him.
Unable to contain his excitement, Kyle approached Jen with a malicious glint in his eyes. He could hardly believe his luck at finding her in such a vulnerable state. As he stood before her, he couldn't resist taunting her further, relishing in her discomfort.
"Well, well, well," Kyle sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like the curse has truly taken hold. You're quite the sight, Jen."
Jen's face reddened with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She wanted to confront Kyle, to demand answers and a way to reverse the curse. But deep down, she knew that he thrived on her reactions. So, she mustered her strength and maintained her composure, refusing to let him see her completely defeated