For the rest of class, Creepie sat back with her feet on her desk, amusing herself with her exposed potbelly. Her shirt was lifted up off her paunch, exposing the white jiggly dome to the fresh air. Creepie kept herself occupied by probing the soft mass of fat and slapping it to watch it jiggle. What Creepie found the most interesting was that a few students were watching her exposed Belly closely, nearly salivating at the sight of her chubby midsection. Creepie let them watch, letting them lust after her form so she could manipulat them later. She was thinking like a black widow now, focused on disarming her prey and making them come to her. It was almost a disappointment when the final bell rang and everyone got up to leave. Creepie was about to join them, when Chris-Alice stepped in front of her desk.

“Creepie, we have to talk,” Chris-Alice said very decisively, leaving no room for Creepie to argue. The bug raised girl shrugged and leaned back, exposing even more of her protruding stomach. Chris-Alice glanced at the fatty midsection with distain. She never argued with Creepie before, letting her be as strange as she wanted. However, she wasn’t going to stay quiet about this and let her friend risk her health.

“Creepie, the dark clothes and mismatching hair are okay, a little weird, but not a problem. What is a problem is the weight you’ve put on. Do you have any idea how bad it is to gain weight? It slows you down, makes you lazy and puts your physical condition in danger. You don’t have you lose all the weight at once, but with the Chris-Alice health program, you’ll be on the way to recovery. Now the first thing we need is a fitness regiment, I think twice a day mile runs seem fair. Next, we’ll need…”

Chris-Alice mumbled something and started writing on a notepad that she had in her pocket. The girl was off in her own world, creating the ultimate fitness regiment for her friend. She didn’t even notice Creepie taking her feet off her desk and rolling her eyes at her friends overeager behavior. This was just like the excitable schoolgirl, once she got an idea in her head, she ignored the rest of the world. Sighing, Creepie said the only words she knew would break her friends annoying tirade.

“I’m keeping the weight,” Creepie said offhand. Chris-Alice stopped writing. Her pencil snapped in two in her fist as she started to hyperventilate.

“What! You have to lose the weight; it’s unsightly and unhealthy. I know its hard work but together we can do this because we’re friends. Is it that you don’t think I can help you or that you don’t you don’t want me around? Oh Creepie, I’m only trying to help you. Maybe I’m coming off too strong and need to take this slower. Exercise can come later a proper diet needs to be created first. We’ll need vegetables, lots of vegetables. Yes, yes, I’ve got a plan. don’t worry Creepie, I know what I’m doing,” Chris-Alice babbled as she reached for another pencil in her pocket and started writing again.

“Oh boy,” Creepie groaned and put her face into her hands. Chris-Alice wasn’t going to let this drop. Creepie had wanted her friends to be honest with her, but she had also wanted them to listen to her. Chris-Alice was off on one of her missions, refusing to slow down or stop until she got what she wanted, which was Creepie losing her beloved weight. Anything she said would be ignored by the over helpful girl leaving Creepie in quite a mess. Maybe if she got away from Chris-Alice for a little while, she’ll forget this extreme weight lose program and leave Creepie in peace. Now the only problem was, how can she get away from the clingy, over supportive friend without having her burst into tears?