The Girl, The Curse, The Transformation

As Alisa carefully walked down the hallway to her class, she slowly looked down and noticed what had become her tank-top. She had only eaten a couple of chocolate bars and her top was stretched out by her growing belly; and was stained by the many things she had eaten too. She also felt the melted layer of chocolate that remained on her face. In fact, some of that stuff had missed her mouth completely. She felt that same thing tickling down below, way under her shirt; pooling up between her jiggling bosom.

“Maybe I should rush back to the bathroom and tidy myself up,” Alisa said to herself. Before randomly belching once more; quickly reddening her cheeks.

Alisa sighed with disbelief, as she continued more of the random belches; making her feel like an absolute pig. Strangely, she began to feel... pride?!

“So, what if I belch? Everybody else belches after a good meal,” Feeling more reassured with her gassy antics. In-fact, she opened her mouth and let out one huge belch.

UUUUUURRRRRRPPPP!!!

Alisa was soon filled with pride of her greediness and gas play. She didn't quite understand this feeling, but she could not turn away from it.

She loved it.

Arriving at her classroom. She opened the door and was met with weird silent stares from her fellow classmates and teacher.

"Ms Thompson, so glad you could join us," Mr Stewart, her teacher said. He didn't bother look at her as she walked to her seat. While Alisa was oblivious to everyone’s stares, none looking away at Alisa’s strange appearance and attitude, Amber, who sat behind where Alisa sits; was snickering away like a hyena.

"What’s up Porky?” Amber sneered.

Sitting at her desk Alisa rolled her eyes and ignored Amber; and quickly pulled out her pen and books.