To the rest of the world, you were universally recognized if not as a paradigm of virtue, then certainly a nice, decent, beautiful person. You were known to have many casual friends who thought the world of you, but few close ones as far as anyone could tell. If you weren't the smartest person in school, you were one of the hardest-working, and sometimes even tutored other students when asked to. If you weren't the hottest, you were considered by many to be the prettiest, much to some of the taller, bustier girls' consternation. In a school of thousands, you might have gone unnoticed. But in a small school like this, where most of the students had grown up together from an early age, everybody knew everybody, and your easy-going personality and stunning, waifish people had made you some enemies. These enemies had only gotten more isolated in their, as they saw it, entirely justified anger as time went on and people either thought you were great, or only casually noticed you.
First, there was Lindsey, a brilliant but nasty young woman. You and her had butted heads in class a few times. Sure, they were actual debates encouraged by the teacher, but Lindsey took them personally. She knew she was smarter than you, and yet you insisted on arguing with her in public like that. That you remained so calm and distant while Lindsey grew more frustrated only made her grow to hate you all the more.
Then there was Amber, an athletic, somewhat popular cheerleader. Unlike Lindsey, who at least had concocted some kind of reason to think you were out to get her, Amber needed no such motivation. She was beautiful, tall, and vain, and a few harmless comments from you here and there over the years made her think you looked down on her even though Amber was obviously superior in every way, she thought. Her dislike of you was not the burning annoyance of Lindsey's, but a slowly growing disdain, the kind that, when confronted with a way to "put her in her place," immediately became active.
The third of this clique was somebody you used to know quite well. In fact, you were best friends in elementary school, but had slowly drifted apart. Melanie and you were inseparable for a few years until your preteens, when she turned to isolating herself and you became a quiet, but social and confident, and beautiful, teenager. It was partly that beauty that made Melanie jealous. Tiny and cute as a kid, you grew into a petite, beautiful young woman who was always pretty, and on rare occasions, could even be sexy. Melanie, on the other hand, remained short as you did, but grew outward, and didn't stop, until she was a butterball of a girl. She was partly convinced part of the reason you had abandoned their friendship was because you didn't want to be seen with the fat lonely girl.
In fact, Lindsey, who had been stress-eating more and more as graduation approached and partly blamed this on you, blamed her pre-freshman fifteen on you. That made a connection. The three of them weren't sure when the idea first came up, but at some point it occurred to them that the best way to put you in your place was to take away that petite but still womanly figure. Melanie went to her occult studies to find a way, meanwhile regaling Lindsey and Amber with stories about how they would turn your little A-cups into big saggy D-cups, and your perfect, trim tummy into a gargantuan potbelly. They laughed and laughed at the thought. Lindsey joked that she'd like to take her newly acquired pudge and stick it into you. Soon, Amber made some comments about how it'd be great if she could eat whatever she wanted and it could just go into your stomach and make you fat. Amber's appetite was renowned among cheerleaders, as was the fact that she had nearly gone up a size in the last year.
Weeks passed, and while Lindsey seethed and Amber resigned to glaring at you when the mood took her, Melanie soldiered on. Finally, the three met for an "urgent meeting" called by Melanie, held in her basement, candles lit all around.
"It's all in here," she said, referring to not just one, but three old, leather-bound books. "I put it all together myself. I got the idea from what you two were saying, how you'd like to take your fat and give it to Beth."
Amber giggled, "Heh, yeah, that'd be a sight I wouldn't want to miss. Show that skinny little bitch to look down on her social betters."
"But we can do it. I worked it out myself! It'll just take a few spells, we can do it all from right here. It wasn't hard once I did the, ah, months of research into this."
Lindsey looked at Amber, who was happily staring off into her own little world, then back to Melanie. She'd need some convincing, Melanie knew, or would she?
"Look, you think I'm crazy, but what if I'm not?"
"You're not crazy, Mel, you just put waaay too much thought into this."
Melanie shrugged her heavy arms and said with a devious smile.
"So what if I did? And what if I am crazy? Then we lose nothing by doing these rituals. It'll take, like, an hour tops."
Amber nodded in approval. "Sure, I've got nothing planned tonight."
"And what if you're not crazy and we cast a 'spell' on Beth?" Lindsey said, both hope and mockery in her voice.
"Then we hit her where it hurts. She's harmed all of us-" although in her mind she thought Lindsey and Amber were overreacting, and that only your cruel abandonment of her was worthy of such punishment--"and has it coming. The best part is that we can help ourselves while we hurt her. We can pump all of our fatty calories into her little body, next thing you know, we're in the best shape of our lives and she's an obese little troll."
"I am in the best shape of my life," Amber said indignantly.
Lindsey smirked and poked Amber's lovehandles, causing her to yelp and glare. "Yeah, round," she said, not caring that Amber could say a lot more about her own gain. "Okay, Mel. We have nothing to lose, right?"
Melanie clapped her hands in uncharacteristic glee.
"So," Amber said, half-accepting that this was about to happen, "Are we going to, like, make Beth take all of our extra weight, or will she just take all the fat that we eat from now on?"
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