While Jon was taking in the changes at school, Sarah had isolated herself at home. She couldn't spend another day at school with all of her peers seeing what had become of her form. She had begun to hear whispering among the other students and she knew it would only get worse. If she let them see her with such lowered confidence, she might never reclaim her elevated status in the high school hierarchy. She convinced her mother to let her complete the semester online, which would give things a chance to blow over while the other affected students took the brunt of the ridicule. And who knows, maybe they would find a cure by then...
In the meantime, she spent her days at home doing schoolwork and watching television. She had found wearing clothes was becoming uncomfortable in her new form. The fabric chafed and dug into her skin, she would sweat profusely and itch often. She spent a few days without pants and eventually opted to go completely nude around the house. Her mother Susan had strangely had the same experience and it became normal for both of them to be naked at home. She was grateful she had her mother as an ally through the experience, as selfish as that seemed.
She knew her mother would have shamed her weight gain under any other circumstance. Susan was a successful regional model and measured physical health and form over practically anything else. Strangely though, all tests indicated their health was largely unaffected at this point, apart from body fat. Cholesterol, heart rate, blood pressure were all normal. And they were told as long as they stayed kept to a healthy diet and semi-regular exercise, it would likely stay that way. Susan had always kept herself and her family on a rigorous fitness track with running, pilates and a 1200 calorie plant-based diet. But now she was more inclined to rest when she needed and eat when she was hungry and gave her daughter the same allowances. Sarah actually enjoyed being around her mother now, which was the last thing she expected in all of this.
And recently she found that her body weight didn't disgust her like it did before. Her distended gut and love handles, sagging breasts, bloated ass cheeks, all seemed normal. She even liked it a little, she had to admit (though never to her friends). The ample flesh felt good in her hands and she found herself kneading her belly and thick thighs throughout the day. She even found the models and celebrities she had once admired now rather bland and unappealing. At nights she and her mother would watch the modeling competition shows they once took seriously and simply comment on how sickly and emaciated the women looked. This new perspective felt at once so strange and yet so normal. It seemed only logical that larger women were stronger, more grounded, beautiful...even more sexy? Was she attracted to larger women now? She glanced at her mother's naked expansive form on the couch and then away, afraid of what thoughts she might conjure. In fact, she looked away just in time to miss her mother looking at her daughter's body with a similar interest.
