Tara awoke feeling no better than when she went to bed. She was ready to give up. Her one attempt at using magic to get her body back failed. She felt even less appealing now. She had to force herself out of bed, force herself to tug on an ill-fitting skirt and indecently tight top. At one time it would have looked cute on her, she thought, not for the first time, as her phone rang.
She knew it was Willow. It rang a few times before she could no longer resist.
"Hello?" Tara said.
"Tara?" came Willow's voice. Tara would have felt tremendous relief if not for the tremor in her lover's voice.
"Willow, what's wrong?"
"Could you come over now?" Willow said, followed by a sniffle.
Without asking any more, Tara was heading over.
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Willow had already had a good cry at the loss of her figure and now sat on her bed waiting. The only things she could find to fit her bloated body was a bear of sweatpants and a large t-shirt. And even that rode up on her stomach, exposing a dimpled naval she did not want to be constantly reminded of.
I'm all belly, Willow thought with a frown, her newfound double chin spreading out as she looked down at the bulbous gut spreading into her lap. It's not that her thighs weren't thicker, or that her ass hadn't ballooned in its own right, but it was definitely her belly that was bugging Willow the most. It had gained proportionally the most weight. She almost wished that, whatever Tara had done, she could have at least gotten some extra flab in her breasts and hips.
That thought made her more depressed.
The door opened. Willow cringed as she saw Tara's expression. She slowly walked towards her fattened girlfriend, her hands going up to her mouth, unable to speak at first. Willow managed a feint smile and shrugged. It almost seemed funny now. Willow had only recently developed a fear of getting fat, and now right on cue, here was the heavier, flabbier Willow.
"This is my fault," was all Tara could say. She began crying. It made Willow feel better. She knew it wasn't intentional, but the anger only completely dissipated when she saw Tara's reaction. Willow, with some difficult, heaved herself up and went to her. They embraced, both feeling extremely self-conscious about her their larger figures.
"I'm so sorry, I never meant for this to happen," Tara said. "I just wanted to be thin, like you, and . . . and . . ."
"I know, honey, I know. It was an accident," Willow avoided saying more. She was enough in the right mind to know that telling Tara how disgusting and blubbery she felt might be taken the wrong way.
Willow stepped back to look her in the eyes. They both smiled, finding themselves in the same predicament.
Against her better nature, Tara now had a new appreciation for how hard it was for Willow to watch her gain weight. As much as she wanted to focus on getting Willow back to normal, Tara couldn't help but realize just how much less attractive she found Willow now. It was a fleeting thought--although it returned briefly as Tara's eyes involuntarily eyed Willow's puffy cheeks or round, full belly.
"I'll fix this. I promise, Willow," Tara said with a resolve Willow had rarely heard in her voice.
"Let's hit the books," Willow said, trying to sound perky despite knowing she was looking anything but.
But Tara was already at it. She reached out her hand and, as a burst of hot air blew between them, spoke.
"Let this be reversed!" she said.
"Wait!" Willow shouted, but it was too late. Tara had spoken, and in her haste had essentially just thrown magic at the problem with no prior thought.
Willow stepped backwards from the force, her hands were on her belly. It felt full, and active, and the feeling was spreading. She yelped as she felt her stomach stretching into her hands. One, two, three inches, it pressed outward, her shirt riding up even further, her lovehandles becoming a full belt of fat as the sensation spread.
Blorp. Her belly actually went 'blorp,' Willow thought, squealing as her body spiraled out of control.
She grabbed her sides, they puffed out. Her hips and ass expanded even, stretching her sweatpants to become form-fitting. When the tingling reached her breasts, she grabbed for those too, and felt only a slight stretching of her bra.
"Tara!" Willow shouted in fear as the last of the weight finally settled on her face, already swollen from before.
It was done. Another ten, fifteen pounds on her already chubbified self. She didn't even want to look in the mirror at the damage. She could tell be the weight pulling her down, by how she had to spread her legs more to stand, that she had surpassed chubby and was now fat. Officially fat.
Willow whined, holding her flabbier gut in despair, and then was speechless.
Tara had experienced something else. She felt a pleasant, sucking feeling throughout her body, like a great weight was being lifted from her physically and spiritually. Her hands moved to her belly as it shrunk, rubbed her hips as they narrowed. She was still large, but, as she turned to the mirror her feeling of ecstasy coming down to a comfortable joy.
Her shirt was no longer too tight, but complimented her soft curves nicely. Her dress had fallen a little, her belly and ass no longer forcing it up higher on her waste. And her face, that was the best. She smiled and didn't feel disgusted with how she looked. She was still larger than when she started college, but she was smaller, and it just felt so good that it barely registered exactly what had happened to those excess pounds.
In Willow's rounder face, Tara saw an expression that was part shock, part betrayal.
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