You could do this! Maybe impressing Sara (and getting her out of the mess you'd created) would go along way to making your relationship with her more than just childhood friends!
You just... had... to... focus...
Closing your eyes, you did your best to clear your thoughts. You could see it- the image of a basketball- round, dull orange, and not at all inside of your friend's uterus.
Okay, three... two... one!
...Huh.
No zap, no plop, now damp basketball appearing in front of you.
Okay, nothing to worry about. You just needed to focus harder.
Three... two... one!
There was a faint wiggle from Sara's rotund abdomen, but nothing more.
"Um... Jake? I don't... I don't really feel any different. And I sure don't look different." Sara said, one hand resting on her hip while the other gestured at her round, swollen tummy (not at all distractingly exposed by the multiple gaps in her strained shirt buttons.)
Crap, this wasn't supposed to happen. A twinge of nervousness shot down your spine. Sara must've noticed the change on your face, because a frown appeared on her face.
"Oh, damn it. Jake, please tell me that you're not having trouble fixing this right now!"
"N-no! That's not it! I just... need to focus a little bit more! Just... a bit... more!" You grunted. Dammit, what would Sara think of you if you just left her with a big, bloated tummy thanks to that basketball stuck inside her womb? You couldn't let this happen! You needed to fix this!
Come on! Come on!
"Um, Jake? ...Jake?"
You ignored Sara's voice (which you didn't realize was tinged with a small amount of concern) and squinted your eyes, trying to focus with all your mental might on the basketball stuck inside of her.
"Jake? A-are you okay?"
Hoo, okay... this.. was a little difficult. It felt like the room was starting to spin, and... black spots were starting to dance in front of your eyes--
"Jake? Jake?!"
The room was spinning even more, and before you could steady yourself something must've caught you off balance, because you tumbled over...
There was a loud *bonk* as your head met one of the wooden benches, and the last thing you heard before you lost conscience was a frightened Sara calling your name one last time...
As for the last thing you saw... well, that was Sara's big, round belly- still as large as ever, that darn basketball no closer to being out of her womb!
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"Urgh... wha?"
Slowly, you came to. Your mouth was dry, and the room was still spinning faintly, but it didn't seem like you were going to pass out again. Was that what had happened? You must've... well, strained your mental muscles a bit too much. You had no idea how this power of yours worked, but it seemed like you'd tried to cross a limit you shouldn't have. Maybe a more accurate metaphor was a weightlifter injuring themselves after trying to lift too much at once.
Looking around, you see...
1) A big, round tummy barely covered by some very tight buttons. Your head is in Sara's lap! You must've only lost consciousness for a little while.
2) You're in a bed in... maybe the nurse's office (or university equivalent, if this takes place in college). A concerned Sara (wearing a large, mostly form-obscuring coat is sitting near you.
3) You're in a bed somewhere. Sara is nowhere in sight.
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