The advert had said to forward it on to see results, so Sarah contemplated spending another $2.50 to do so. She decided that today she was in a generous, forgiving mood and would give this shady company one more try before removing herself from their registry. So she pressed 'send' and forwarded the Mutantext to herself.
Her phone chirped again as her text bounced off the satellite and was delivered right back where it came from. Sarah opened the message and was presented with the same line of code and BIG PINK POT BELLY. Exactly what she had sent.
Suddenly Sarah heard a squeaking, twanging sound, like elastic stretching to its breaking point, and then she stumbled, nearly falling face first as a great weight pulled her forward.
Sarah was wearing a belly shirt that showed off her midriff and that hadn't changed "“ except now, her midriff was a smooth, distended balloon of a belly. The near-spherical growth gave her the impression of pregnancy, although her new stomach was doughy and soft like fat, but springy enough not to sag to her knees.
"Guh," Sarah groaned as she hefted the load on her front and staggered to the upright position. She found it more comfortable and stable to lean slightly backwards as she stood, which only reinforced her pregnant appearance.
"It was real!" she gasped. "Like magic! This is so cool! Freaky, but cool..."
Sarah absent-mindedly rubbed and squeezed her new gut. "At least it's just for a day, I guess. I need to show this to someone "“ oh, my brother!"
Sarah checked her skirt. The elastic had strained under her new waistline and one run seemed to have snapped, but the rest were intact and keeping her decent. She skipped to her brother's room, her pot belly wobbling and jouncing all the way, to wish Freddie a happy birthday.
