Thus, did three months pass in nearly the blink of an eye. Jon enjoyed his time as Joan, and both he and Karyn eventually allowed the wishes on the other girls (Lisa and Sarah for example) to expire, erasing their memories of the time they'd spent as living bras and removing the codewords that would change Sarah. At the end of three months even they'd forgotten about...
Vanessa Wallman woke from a strange dream. In the dream, she'd not been a cheerleader and the best friend of Sarah, rather she and her friends (Daphne Callahan, Melanie Terhane, Tiffany Hall and Erin Phelps) had been grotesque circus freaks...and nobody remembered them as anything else! That bitch Karyn and some chick named Joan had just wished...and they'd become twisted sideshow denizens. Daphne and Melanie had been Siamese twins, Tiffany had been towering and elongated, Erin had been covered in fur like a wookie, and she...she'd been a gasping, quivering fat lady. She remembered it well. The constant hunger and need to be fed. The near immobility as her body was broader than it was tall. The laziness that kept her from even trying to work off any of the weight.
But that was over. She knew as she woke that the wish had run it's course, and she was no longer Vonda the Fat Woman, but was rather...
"Morning, punkin'..." he mother cried, kissing her on the cheek and setting down a tray full of food. Bacon and eggs. Biscuits and sausage gravy. Hashbrowns. Pancakes. It looked delicious, but why...
"Muh...muh-mom..." she wheezed. It was so her for her to speak properly. "...wh-what...huuh...what's happening...huuuh...to me?"
Her mother reached out and tried to feed her a forkful of eggs. Vanessa clenched her mouth shut, and finally her mother pinched her nose shut, causing her to gasp in a breath...and a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"Nothing's wrong, Vanessa. But breakfast IS the most important meal of the day. And afterwards, we can get you weighed in and dressed for school. I wish we had the time to home-school you, but...sigh, not yet. Right now, it's best if you just keep on attending as usual. At least until we get into Guinness, then you can drop out."
"WHAT!" she yelled, her face flushing red in shock. "But...huuh...why? What...am I..."
"Shush, honey. Don't exert yourself. You don't want to pass out. After all, at your current weight of 712 pounds you still have more than 500 to go before you're OFFICIALLY the fattest human on the planet. You know we agreed to this years ago. After all our work to get to this point, you don't want to stop NOW, do you? So...open up."
Vanessa did as she was told, realizing that this was all the fault of Karyn and that Joan chick. Somehow, though she was Vanessa again...she still had the body and appetite of Vonda the Fat Woman...and her mother (probably her father too) thought there was nothing unusual about it. She was just wondering if any of the others were having the same experiences...when the phone rang.
"Hello? Is it important, girls? Well, we're in the middle of her morning feeding...okay, I'll put her on."
Vanessa's mother held the phone to her ear and whispered "Daphne and Melanie."
"Hello..."
Two voices, spoken in unison, cried "Oh, Vanessa, it's TERRIBLE! We're still sisters...and Siames twins! Our parents think we've always been this way!"
"I-I'm...having...hhuuuh...the same...experience..." she wheezed between mouthfuls of potatoes and sausage. "...call...the others...and see about...them."
Her door opened, and her father entered with two people who she assumed were Tiffany and Erin. Tiffany was all stretched out, looking nearly 8 feet tall and dressed in clothes designed for her elongated body. Erin looked like a short wookie dressed in pink shots and a shirt with the school logo. She wore shoes, but no socks. As freakish as they were, they reacted with horror at the sight of Vanessa.
Later, Vanessa's feeding done, they bundled their daughter onto a custom, motorized scooter with "Vanessa" in glittery letters on the back and front. She was asked again if she wanted a ride to school (they were only two blocks away), but Vanessa insisted again that she'd be fine. They gave her a sack lunch in a grocery bag, and the 5 twisted girls walked to school. Daphne and Melenie were exactly similar - both blond and beautiful despite being joined at the torso by a muscular band of flesh like the famous "Chang and Ing". They wore fashionable clothes designed for their current shape, and though they seemed as if they should be clumsy, they moved quite naturally.
Tiffany had to walk slowly, as her legs were so long that a normal pace would soon leave the others far behind. She was elongated in both limbs, trunk and neck, giving her an almost "Funhouse Mirror" look. She was still pretty, and dressed well...but she knew to expect laughter from the people who'd once feared her sharp tongue.
Erin was caught between hating wearing clothes AND wishing she could wear more. Her body was covered with six-inch long fur, and the hair on her head was at least three feet long. Wearing to many garments made her overheated and not wearing any made her ashamed. Before she'd left home, her mother (who didn't think anything was wrong, and helped her wash and brush her body out) had braided some of her head hair and tied them with bows. It sort of looked cute, and at least made her feel more like a girl and less like a monster.
But Vanessa...rolling along on her scooter like a fat lady at Wal-Mart...was the one in the worst position. She wore a huge, sleeveless pink muumuu with lace at the shoulder and neck. Her hair was clean and styled, and her face was scrubbed and lovely...but she still looked like the punchline to some monstrous joke. She was so hugely fat that the scooter was wider than an easy chair, and her body seemed to spread out another foot on either side. She wore flip-flops as opposed to shoes, as they were easier to remove without bending, and with her textbooks, lunch and purse in the wire basket on the front of her scooter...was a bag of chips that she noshed on while plotting what to say to Karyn.
"We should ask her and that Joan girl to forgive us for being snotty...and just, hope for the best." said Daphne and Melenie in unison, their perfectly pitched voices sounding sweet and melodious.
"That might work..." said Erin as she fussed with her bows. She looked more animal than human right now, and those bows made her feel closer to the person she was. "...but what if they refuse? Can we force them?"
"Oh, how are we supposed to do that, Erin..." sulked Tiffany. For some reason, her voice was deeper and more resonant with her added height. "...have porky pig over there sit on them? I mean...sorry, Vanessa..."
Vanessa blushed, and swiped a tear from one jowl. Those were the same words she'd have used to describe another person who'd looked like her. "I...I...huuuh....don' know. We...jus' gotta...huuuh...h-h-hope that...she'll...change us....huh...back."
"Or at least give us some help adjusting..." said Erin "...I mean, I hate it...but I REALLY hate knowing the truth."
"Yeah, we hate that too..." sang the girls who were already starting to think of themselves as 'Daphne-Melenie' - a single being as opposed to two separate entities "...but it's kinda nice knowing that my sister will always be here for me."
"Well, I just want to be NORMAL!" shouted Tiffany "I was a CHEERLEADER, dammit! I was popular and pretty...and now I look like some stretched-out freak! It's not FAIR!!!"
Vanessa was about to say something, when she saw Jon walking towards them. He was one of the guys they'd always picked on when they'd been cheerleaders, but now...they needed friends not enemies.
At Vanessa's urging, 'Daphne-Melenie' sang out "Hey, Jon! Could we talk to you?"
Jon was shocked that he'd forgotten about these five. He'd wished them into circus freaks, and then that they'd return to their old lives in three months. Well, here they were...but STILL in their freakish forms. It was amusing, and it had obviously humbled the five bitches. He speculated what Sarah would think of them, and wanted to know if they were still supposed to be friends. He figured he'd find out soon enough. Still, these girls wern't going to be rejoining the cheerleaders any time soon. Now he was glad that they'd wished Mike Fuller and his four loser friends - 'The Barracudas' - would stay bubbly, happy, ditzy cheerleaders, even after these girls returned.
"Hello, girls..." Jon said in his most agreeable tones "...and how are YOU doing today? I see the five of you are still hanging around as usual. It must be nice to have friends who understand and accept you for who you are, huh?"
The girls looked shamefaced, and Vanessa said "Jon...you know us?"
"Of course I know you five. We've been friends for ages. Let's go chat with Karyn before class starts."
"Do you know anyone named 'Joan' in school right now?" asked Erin, brushing her braids away from her face.
They must not realize I was Joan, he though. Well...that'll make this all the easier.
