Two weeks passed before Clara felt the effects of her favors come to bite her on the butt. Or, perhaps it was better to state that her butt had to suffer as a result of Clara's favors. In any case, after watching an episode of Dr. Who early in the morning, Clara, prepared to dress into more appropriate attire. Ordinarily, she slept in her white undershirt and pink pajama pants, which were digging into her hips at the present time, an odd occurrence ordinarily. However, it was when she stripped down to nothing, and attempted pulling up her jeans, that she heard the sickening sound she had been dreading since this entire ordeal began.
Her pants ripped.
Clara's face filled with blush as she finished dressing herself in a sweat suit, before glancing at her mirror. She sighed in relief as she realized her sweatsuit, for the most part, hid whatever changes had occurred to her body. Still, she could see her face. Her cheeks were slightly thicker, pudgy almost. She felt her heart beat faster in terror as she ran into her bathroom, placing her soft digits on the scale.
131
That day at school, she ran down the hallways toward Lizzy while she put her bags and books away into her locker, and thumped her on the back of her head. Her friend turned toward her, frustrated and hurt. "Hey! What the hell was that for!?"
Clara was at a loss for words at first, struggling to find the appropriate morphemes to articulate her statement. "You--you--you made me fat!"
"Huh? No I didn't," Lizzy replied, "You're not even pudgy."
"Oh really, well, look at this!" Clara lifted up the hem of her sweatshirt with her soft, slightly thicker fingers. Lizzy's eyes darted toward her pudgy belly, widening for an instant. Clara lowered her shirt hastily, her cheeks rosy and betraying her inner humiliation, "And it's all your fault for making me eat those lunches of yours!"
"You didn't HAVE to eat them."
"Well, I did, so now I don't wanna do it anymore, alright?"
"Fine!" Lizzy stuck her nose up in smug superiority for a moment or two, before her face relaxed, eyes glancing at her toes. The anger in Clara's chest also melted away as she felt her eyes grow watery, perhaps even a little teary. She didn't want to lose her best friend. Not now, and not like this. "I'm sorry, Clara. I won't ask you to do it again. I promise."
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