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“What are you staring at preggers?” She giggled. The girls in the seats near by joining in. “Look at her she can’t even fit in the desk.”
Jessica hadn’t noticed. As she turned her body in the seat, her bulbous form squishing against the desk it was clear Sarah’s comments were true. Shamefully she kept her legs kicked out to the side to accommodate her enormous stomach. Her once danty ankles now swollen and red.
She didn’t listen for the entire class. And when the bell rang she found herself barely able to get up from her desk.
How the fuck did this happen? She had been thin and beautiful this morning. As she waddled into the all, she remembered the fat girl in the locker room. “I curse you” she had said. Had that actually worked? As she caught her reflection in the trophy case her question was answered. Jenny had cursed her to to be big.
One thing was certain. She had to find Jenny.
She looked for her in every class. Checked the locker room. Loitered in the. School parking lot after the last bell hoping to find her. But nowhere.
Finally she gave up and got into her car to drive home. Her stomach, that seemed to grow bigger by the hour, rubber against the steering wheel as she drove.
What would her parents say? She wondered as she waddled up the front steps, her breathing heavy. Jessica unlocked the front door.
“Where have you been?” Her mother screeched
“School?” She replied with annoyance. Jessica pressed her hands to her back that was excruciatingly soar with the growing weight on her front.
“School ended an hour ago. It only takes 20 minutes to get home” her mother hissed accusatory. “You know the rules. School and home. That’s it.”
Jessica was stunned. Since when. She has never had strict rules. She had also never come home looking like a whale before either.
“It’s like you get bigger by the day.” Her mother shook her head. “A pregnant teenage daughter. The least you could have done is try to maintain your figure.”
“What?”
“Don’t look at me like that. I wanted you that this would happen. And look at you now, you’ve probably packed on 70 lbs.” Her mother laughed mockingly, “The same of being pregnant was one thing, but to let your self go. Really Jessica. I’m more disappointed every time I see you.”
Jessica couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Everyone around her was acting as if she hadn’t ballooned into this hideous swollen creature in mere hours. It had to be a dream. A terrible nightmare that she would wake from.
So Jessica, resolute in her hypothesis waddled up the stairs to her room. She settled for a too small T shirt and shorts for pajamas. Before going to bed she stood in the mirror. She looks awful. Her face has swollen, her breasts huge, but not sexy way of a Sport Illustrated model, they hung low, resting on her stomach. That was the worst of it, her enormous swollen stomach, so big she could be pregnant with multiples.
Yes, this was a nightmare and she would wake up thin and beautiful in the morning.
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