Harmony was supposed to meet Cordelia late after school to do some cheer practice. They were planning on practicing a few moves of their own, Cordelia recently becoming unimpressed with the others on her squad. Harmony never showed up. After waiting a generous five minutes Cordelia went back to the locker room to change. She wasn't used to being stood up, and hSoped there was a damned good explanation.
She would call Harmony once she cooled down. She opened her locker and changed from her shorts to her form-fitting designer jeans and belt. Looking sexy after a disappointment always made her feel better. As she reached for her shirt she saw something in her locker. It wasn't there before, and so must have been put there within the last ten minutes since she arrived, changed, and waited.
She took out the heart-shaped box and the first thing she noticed was an intoxicating aroma. They must be chocolates, but she had never known chocolate candies to smell like this. It gave her a pleasant, light-headed feeling just holding them.
Now, Cordelia was just getting used to the idea of the supernatural. She had accepted that the perennial loser Buffy and her friends were doing some kind of work to keep the forces of evil at bay, and in her own way she appreciated that. So her decision to not eat the chocolates was not out of fear of poison, but that they were somehow linked the insane magical stuff she had been trying to put out of her mind.
And yet, without even changing out of her clingy school t-shirt, Cordelia opened the box. Her hands were on auto-pilot as she did so, her mind telling her that the scent was just too tempting to resist. There was no note inside, just twenty, ordinary looking chocolates
Cordelia bit her lip, trying to fight the temptation. She gave in all too quickly, and was rewarded with a cherry-filled delight so rich, so sweet, that she actually went weak in the knees from eating.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned with pleasure. She had never had that reaction to any food before. Without a second thought she had popped the next one in her mouth,. moaning in ecstacy.
She heard another, softer moan from around the lockers. This gave her pause, and for a moment she was able to resist these sweets that were somehow making her eat them. Her hand was rubbing her satisfied midsection, sending waves of pleasure to her mind. The chocolates might as well have been yelling in here ear, the urge to inhale them was so powerful.
She took a few steps toward the row of lockers and heard another moan. Cautiously--while popping another chocolate in her mouth--she peered around the corner and discovered what happened to Harmony.
Cordelia gasped when she saw her friend, but didn't drop the chocolates.
Harmony was lying agains the lockers, her eyes half-closed and a pained, distressed look on her face. She was wearing her work-out shorts and t-shirt, and her stomach was exposed as a big, round, flabby dome sticking out further than her breasts. Even her breasts, already impressive, were swollen and starting to droop towards her belly. Her thighs were straining the limits of her shorts, as her arms did her shirt. Her face, somewhat soft to begin with, was almost round. Her lips were puckered from the added fat on her cheeks.
"Harmony? What is going on?" Cordelia took a few cautious steps toward her friend. The gears were beginning to turn. She couldn't pull her eyes away from her friend's destroyed body--as another chocolate greedily was shoved into her mouth, her stomach groaning and quivering with delight.
"Cordy?" Harmy said, barely conscious. "Help me . . ."
Then Cordelia stopped. She saw the same box of chocolates she had lying next to her prone friend. It was empty. Harmony was now fifty pounds heavier and couldn't even stand.
"Oh God," Cordelia said, bringing her hand to her mouth, which coincidentally had a chocolate ready to be eaten in it. It slid down her throat without protest, like the others, and her stomach now felt strangely, uncomfortably full.
Cordelia pressed her hand to her flatt, toned tummy and felt something shifting deep inside her.
"Oh . . . oh God!" she repeated, her eyes going wide in shock as she felt the first feeling of bloatedness under her hand, her jeans feeling just a tiny bit tighter.
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