Natasha had fled the mirror, and her home, in a panic to not miss school. Her instinct had taken over so much so that her mind began returning from its frantic state to at least a somewhat more rational state when she got on the bus. Her newfound tummy jiggled with each step, and had they not been shoved into jeans too tight and a bra two sizes too small, she knew her ass and breasts would have joined in.
Oh my god, the words went through her head as she took a seat alone, ignoring everyone around her, trying to forget how her hips had bumped into the seats as she walked. She had just gotten this new figure and was not used to the new weight, or shape. She calmed her breathing. She shifted in her seat. If she had swelled more, at least her clothes still fit in the technical sense. Except that her loose jeans were now nearly skin tight and painfully cut into her thicker waist. And her shirt, a plain red t-shirt meant for comfort, was now as tight as something she would have worn if she wasn't trying to hide her figure. Even her sleeves were a little snug around her arms. And her stomach, her poor stomach, was bobbing with the vibrations of the bus. Another few pounds . . .
". . . and it'll be a regular potbelly. Or at least the start of one, right?" Natasha had turned her head slowly. No sooner had she caught her panicking, wide-eyed expression on her subtly softer face than that face smiled at her an began speaking. She realized just how full her cheeks looked now. Not a fat face, but not the delicate beauty she was used to staring back at her.
No, not now. Not in front of everyone, but nobody else seemed to notice.
"But we're not fat yet, are we?" the reflection asked, flicking in and out as the bus passed under some trees. "Look around you. We're not fat, we're more like . . . everyone else? That would be another seven pounds. I thought we should make for an even fifteen for a start."
Natasha did glance around. Her reflection was right. Everywhere she looked there were girls her age. Some were thin, some were fat, but most were average shaped, a little soft but not too much. She had never noticed how many of her fellow students had a little tummy roll over their pants like she now had, how many had real lovehandles. Natasha started to tear up. She never really realized how thin, how fantastic and in shape, her body was.
"Don't cry, dear," the reflection said sweetly, "With much of the weight going to our ass we still have a pretty sexy figure, don't you think?" Natasha felt that she was sitting on a cushion. Glancing down she could see her hips and thighs squished in her jeans, could feel the much more prominent ass stuffed in there.
"We are sure going to turn some heads today," the reflection laughed, "Jiggle Butt, indeed!"
Natasha started to tear up again. She clamped her shaking hands over her soft tummy to stop it from jiggling so much. She was sitting up straight to try to hide it, which only emphasized that her breasts were bloated as well, although at least they looked firm and round rather than the puffy, wobbling bit of paunch her belly was becoming.
"Get used to it being that small," the reflection said delighted, "I guess you'll be relieved when your belly can finally draw attention away from your fat ass?"
"I don't have a fat ass," Natasha said to her reflection, almost hissing the words. She surprised herself. As scared as she was, both for her body and her sanity, she actually mustered up some anger at what was happening to her. Her heart sank again as she felt a bubbling feeling in her stomach, like it was beginning to fill with something. She moaned quietly as her eyes slowly started to look down, the feeling of tightness increasing, the feeling of something under her hands pushing back. She was seconds from screaming.
"Um, what?"
Natasha jumped, inadvertantly squeezing her stomach painfully and yelping, at the words. She turned and saw-
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