As the group disbanded, Taylor hung back, watching Claire walk ahead before casually flipping open her notebook. She jotted a quick line in small, precise handwriting:
“Claire will not find it strange if I strike up a conversation with her after lunch.”
The ink shimmered momentarily before settling, and Taylor shut the notebook with a satisfied smirk.
She quickened her pace, catching up to Claire as she made her way across campus. “Hey, mind if I walk with you?”
Claire glanced over, offering a polite smile. “Sure.” She didn’t seem the least bit surprised by Taylor’s sudden interest in chatting—just as Taylor had planned.
They started with small talk—complaints about assignments, upcoming exams, and professors who seemed to delight in assigning absurd amounts of work. But Taylor had a different goal in mind. She carefully steered the conversation, making sure to guide Claire toward a very specific word.
“You know, some of these lectures feel like the professor is just going in circles,” Taylor mused, feigning exasperation.
Claire huffed in agreement. “Right? They go round and round over the same points, like we didn’t get it the first time.”
Claire’s stride changed slightly, her thighs brushing together more than before. Her hips, once lean and subtly shaped, curved outward a bit more, filling out her jeans. The fabric across her stomach clung just a bit tighter, and of course, Claire remained oblivious to the change.
They continued walking, the conversation shifting naturally. “Have you checked out that new café on campus?” Taylor asked, keeping her tone light.
“Yeah,” Claire scoffed. “I went the other day, but the seating is awful. The tables are so small, you barely have enough space to move.”
Taylor tilted her head, pretending to consider. “Like barely enough room to move around?”
Claire nodded. “Yeah, exactly! There’s barely any room to move around in there. It's so annoying, especially since...” she trailed off and quickly glanced at down at her body like she didn't like her size.
Claire's arms softened slightly, a new plushness forming around her upper arms. Her stomach pushed out just a bit more, her shirt hugging the growing curve of her belly. She shifted her bag to her other side, subtly adjusting the waistband of her jeans.
Moving on, Taylor nudged the conversation toward weekend plans. “Doing anything fun Saturday?”
Claire shrugged. “Probably dinner with some friends. We’re still deciding where to go.”
Taylor smirked. “Gotta pick a place with big portions, right?”
Claire grinned. “Oh, for sure. No one wants to keep ordering multiple servings and rounds of drinks all night.”
Claire’s jeans were visibly snug now, the waistband digging in as her belly rounded out further. Her hips stretched the seams, and her thighs pressed closer together as they thickened. Her face was subtly fuller, her cheekbones softening under a new layer of weight. She adjusted her shirt again, tugging at the hem with mild irritation.
Taylor, keeping her expression neutral, changed the subject yet again. “You ever cook for yourself, or is it all takeout?”
Claire chuckled. “I cook sometimes, but my friends make fun of me for burning things. My pancakes always come out looking too… uh, puffy and weird instead of how they’re supposed to.”
Taylor tilted her head, giving an exaggerated thoughtful look. “Puffy? You mean round?”
Claire sighed. “Yeah, round and weird.”
Claire’s transformation was undeniable now. Her thighs fully pressed together, and her stomach formed a small yet distinct paunch that pushed noticeably against her snug shirt. Even her face was rounder, her jawline softer, her cheeks slightly fuller.
As they neared Claire’s next class, Taylor decided to push things just a little further.
“You know,” she mused, “I was looking at old cartoons the other day, and I realized something—why are the funniest characters always super exaggerated? Like, if someone’s supposed to be strong, they’ve got those ridiculous huge muscles, and if they’re supposed to be clumsy, they’re always, I don’t know, extra round somehow?”
Claire chuckled. “Oh yeah, totally! Like, the round ones are always the goofy ones, right? And they get rounder every time something happens to them—like when they puff up or bounce around.” She gestured animatedly, laughing. “Even when a character’s just kind of chubby, they always make them extra round, as if that automatically makes them funnier.” She shrugged. “I guess there’s just something about being round that makes things look sillier, especially when they get even rounder than before.”
Taylor’s pulse quickened. Claire had just said the word 5 times in that short window.
The changes happened almost instantly—Claire’s already softer form didn’t just thicken, it transformed. Her belly extended and rounded, becoming firmer and fuller. Her hips widened, but instead of just getting curvier, they seemed to smooth out into a more spherical shape. Her thighs and arms plumped up, but instead of remaining natural, the distribution of weight made her limbs look almost balloon-like. Even her cheeks puffed out, softening her features into something that almost looked too perfectly round.
Taylor pressed her lips together, barely containing her glee as she watched slightly spherical Claire waddle toward her next class, her movements just slightly less natural than before.