The first thing you saw was a very familiar, very round, and barely-covered belly.
Sarah's belly, to be precise. Though to be fair it was pretty damn hard to mistake such a belly. Perfectly spherical, thanks to the fully inflated basketball taking up so much space inside of her.
"Oh thank God!"
"Urgh... wha-" Your face felt weird. Almost like...
Yeah, there was definitely dried blood under your nose.
"Don't ever scare me like that again!" Sarah's loud, angry, and very worried voice snapped. That was when you realized that you were laying with your head on her thighs. Ordinarily, you would've been thrilled by such a thing, but... it was kind of hard to find much joy in this scenario. Sarah had done this out of concern and desperation for you, which really killed the mood.
What the heck had you done to yourself?
Sitting up, you removed your head from the warmth of Sarah's lap, though at least you were now no longer in danger of being shot point blank by any of the strained buttons along the front of her shirt. And to be fair, with that big belly of hers there hadn't been much room in her lap for your head anyway.
The two of you now sat next to each other, your outfit unchanged, though you noticed a bit of dried blood on your shirt. Eesh, you'd want to change out of that as soon as you got the chance. Sarah's outfit was... different. She was wearing jeans instead of a skirt, though her shirt buttons were barely hanging together. Normally it was only the buttons over her chest that were ready to pop- Sarah wasn't the absolute bustiest girl at school, but she was a very well-endowed girl, and someone whom you'd heard other guys talking about rather lustfully, particularly about her huge chest.
You knew that she kept some spare clothes in her locker, which was wear she'd likely got the jeans from. Though considering the fact that she was still wearing the same ready-to-blow shirt, it likely meant she hadn't had any clean shirts in her locker.
Looking around, you found the reason for why she'd changed clothes. On the floor at Sarah's feet was the skirt she'd been wearing today... and... ooh. Looked like you'd gotten quite a bit of blood from your nose on it when you'd passed out earlier. No wonder she'd wanted to change out of it.
Sarah put one hand on your shoulder, steadying you as you swayed in place. Damn, you actually felt kind of dizzy. What...
Sarah motioned at your face, an unhappy look on her face.
"Y-you nearly scared me to death, you jerk! Your nose started bleeding, and then you passed out!" Sarah sounded angry, but you could see that her eyes looked slightly red. Crap, had she been so worried about you that she'd started crying? You knew she'd been teased in the past for being a bit of a crybaby, but the thought she'd cry over you was... Well, it made you feel like a jerk for making your friend cry.
Whoops. Yeah, you'd definitely strained your mind too far. Or however this newfound power of yours worked. Though you could thank Sarah for taking care of you at least. One quick explanation later and you'd learned that Sarah had done her best to stem the flow of blood from your nose with some tissues, and kept your head elevated while you'd been out cold.
That brought the question of what to do now. A quick check of your phone's clock told you that it was late enough in the day that school was almost over.
The two of you had been in the girls' locker room long enough that people were probably looking for you, but really you didn't think it was wise going back to class. Not with your close friend looking like she was well into her third trimester.
"I'm sorry, Sarah. I swear, all I want is to fix this!" You stated, both of you looking down at the elephant in the room- Sarah's huge, protruding belly.
"Believe me, I'm no fan of this, but seriously... Don't you dare scare me like that again! I'll kick your butt if you do!" Sarah growled, the blonde-haired girl fumed while cupping her massive gut with both hands.
You were pretty sure that you heard the sound of threads creaking ominously just now. Maybe Sarah should take it easy. Her shirt was barely staying together. And those pants had to be pretty damn tight too.
"Okay, but... if I don't keep trying to get that basketball out of you, then-"
"Then I'll be stuck like this. I KNOW, and and I already said I'm not a fan of that idea. But... You're my friend, and I know you didn't mean for this to happen. So give it a rest for now, buster! I'd never forgive myself if you hurt yourself or worse on my account!" Sarah growled.
Welp. You'd known her long enough- when she started using that tone of voice, it meant the conversation was over. Case closed.
"I... Fine. But we can't just leave you like that! How are you supposed to, well... do anything?" Because seriously, if Sarah walked out of the locker room and back to class looking like she was ready to give birth, people would stare. And talk. And take pictures.
So... whoops. You'd kind of screwed up Sarah's life, unintentional as your actions had been. What was she supposed to do now? Stay home sick for the rest of the week? You hoped to God it didn't take you longer than that to get the basketball out of her uterus. And boy, that was a sentence you never thought you'd say in your life.
"Okay, what do you think we should do next, Sarah?" You figured the first step towards salvaging the situation would be to let Sarah decide what to do next, given that it was her body that had been affected by your power.
Sarah huffed, still looking frustrated, but at least she wasn't snapping at you (deservedly so, to be fair.)
The big-bellied girl frowned, a thoughtful look on her face.
What happened next etched itself into your memory, despite the outlandish situation you'd found yourself in.
Before Sarah answered you, she drew in a deep breath- likely an unconscious action more than anything else. The buttons along the front of her shirt trembled as the fabric around them crinkled, and for a moment you thought they were all about to explode off of her shirt...
*Ping*
"Gah!"
Wincing, you rubbed your forehead. Looking back at Sarah, who was now staring at you with a mortified blush on her face...
And trying to hold her pants up with her hands.
The button that she'd just popped hadn't been one of the buttons on her shirt. It had been the button on her jeans. Said pants were now barely staying up, and without Sarah holding them up they'd likely fall down entirely, leaving her only in her panties.
"Argh! This day is just the worst!" Sarah groaned. You couldn't blame her.
"Okay, let's just... forget all this! School, I mean. I can't stay here like this! I'm one deep breath away from exploding out of my clothes, and I am in no state to finish the school day like this!"
"Sounds good to me, Sarah. What do you want to do?"
"You are going to walk with me to my house, Mr. I put a basketball in my friend's belly! And then... I don't know! But we're not staying here! Not while I look like I'm about to have a baby!" Sarah grumbled, patting her bulging belly with one hand. You tried not to stare at just how her big belly flexed slightly at her touch.
That was the silver lining here- at least Sarah didn't seem to be in pain, despite logic and science dictating that having her organs and skin stretched so much should've been agonizing.
"Okay... and once we're at your house, then what?"
Sarah paused, and the same look of worry- for your sake- appeared on her face again.
"I'm... I'm not sure. Maybe... maybe you can try your power again? BUT! If you get even the slightest headache, you better stop immediately! Got it?! You're not allowed to hurt yourself trying to fix this!" Sarah stated, her voice unflinchingly firm.
Well... at least now you had a course of action. It wasn't very well-thought out, but... it was something. You just hoped you'd make it to Sarah's house undisturbed. She only lived a few blocks from the school, but... how the heck were the two of you supposed to make it that far without being caught?
"Come one, there's a back exit from the girl's locker room, Jake! We can head straight outside without having to go back through the school building to get out!" Sarah whispered, striding off in one direction inside the locker room, hands firmly clamped around the edges of her jeans, which as you'd predicted threatened to fall down around her ankles thanks to the popped button and damaged waistband.
Wrenching your eyes away from your friend's ass, you took off after her, still feeling a little dizzy.
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