This choice: "I want to beautiful again, I want Willow's body." • Go Back...Chapter #5She's the same weight as Willow, all right... by: DrywallDryad   Tara closed her eyes and pictured Willow as she looked nestled amid the sheets and pillows -- her pale skin with its dusting of freckles, the sheets draped over her slim form. That was the body Tara wanted -- not this bloated bag of blubber she was turning into.
"Make me the same size as Willow," she repeated. "And keep me there. Oh, I beseech you, don't let me get fatter than Willow ever again!" The magic whirled around her, whipping at her frumpy clothes, and then, with one final shimmer, it ripped from her, expelled from the room in a window-rattling blast. The candles went out.
Tara groped for the light switch. Did it work? Am I thin again?
She got the light on and turned to the mirror. Her heart sank. She hadn't lost an ounce! She was still the same fat old self she'd always been.
Tara cursed under her breath. I was so sure it was working! It hadn't felt like a dud.
She looked over at the bed, where she'd laid out her favorite old jeans and sexy camisole, the ones she hadn't a prayer of fitting into these days. Once she was thing, she'd planned to slip into them and go surprise Willow.
Viciously, she wadded up the cami and flung it into the corner. Then, exhausted from lack of sleep and aching with disappointment, she threw herself down onto the bed and cried.
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A breeze blew in through Willow's open window, chilling her under the thin sheets. She blinked muzzily. Mmmrh? She felt the prickle of gooseflesh on her arms and belly, and tried to tug her T-shirt down over her exposed stomach. It was harder than she would have expected.
She propped herself up, blinking in disorientation. Morning, I guess. So Tara never called...
That wasn't like her. Willow felt a trill of worry in her stomach. What if she'd done something crazy? She slid herself out of bed, feeling sluggish, and it was about then that she noticed just what was wrong.
She rushed over to the mirror. As hard as it was to believe, it was true. She'd gained weight overnight. Thirty, maybe forty pounds. Her shirt -- one of her favorites, a memento of a band she'd particularly enjoyed at The Bronze -- was so tight on her it was fraying. Her shorts were practically ready to burst off of her.
Oh, my goddess! Willow thought. I'm all... chubbery-blubbery! How am supposed to go out like this? How am I going to tell--
Her frown deepened.
Tara.
It didn't take a brain of Willow's caliber to figure out that there was probably a connection between her girlfriend's recent weight problem and her own recenter one. She felt an angry tickle in the back of her throat. What was this, a spell? She can't control her eating, and I've gotta suffer for it?
She forced herself to calm down and take deep breaths. It wasn't necessarily intentional, after all. Sunnydale was packed full of amulets and potions and demons and enchanted objects and ill-tempered genies and who knew what else. It could even have been her own fears that triggered this somehow.
Still, she decided she'd better call Tara up and find out exactly what she knew about the new Willow.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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