More Brains, More Problems
I didn't think my plan through.
I thought, with a few simple tweaks of my lab equipment, I could make the rest of the school year feel like a breeze. I mean, I was smart enough. I wasn't just another pretty face. I had way more brains than beauty... and I'm a ten.
Could you blame me? I was getting so bored with the lazy pace of my curriculum. For me, everything came far too easy. My stimulation was at an all time low. With even the most advanced classes the school district could provide, my brain couldn't handle the lack of challenge.
My classmates - as much as I loved them, had no drive. My average friends didn't understand that I wanted to take my life to the next level. I wanted to graduate and get to college ASAP. I wanted to change the world. There just had to be something more challenging.
Earlier this morning, (well, to me, it was morning) before the staff and students arrived, I snuck into the science lab and went to work.
Using my award-winning molecular accelerator that I, of course, built and modded, I changed my quantum field and pushed my physical body through time. Now, the whole school year would feel like six hours. Take that, universe.
"Good thing you have more brains than beauty," I laughed to myself. I caught my hot, skinny reflection in the glass pane of a near cabinet as I typed in the final commands on the accelerator's keyboard. ("No. Stop. Come back," future me groaned.)
After a new more keystrokes, I flicked back my long blonde hair, smiled with confidence and slammed my hand down on the big red button on the accelerator's console.
Nothing. I pressed down on the shiny curved knob again... and again... and again... "Come on, you stupid machine," I bitched.
I kicked out my skinny leg in frustration. My sneaker clipped the edge of one of my custom computer towers. It started to tip. It just had to be THE ONE essential chunk of the accelerator that I had forgotten to bolt down. With one bash from my sneaker, I witnessed a grip of cables yank from the back ports of the accelerator's cooling fans. The sound of metal crashing and flying sparks made me scream.
There was a flash. My vision filled with a blinding white light. I flung my arms up to shield myself from an explosion. I felt fire consume me. I clutched my eyes in pain. I screamed.
I thrashed about. I was covered, trapped. I tried to stop myself from panicking. I paused. I felt something soft. My tangled arms kept hitting something mushy, familiar. I breathed deep and smelled a familiar laundry detergent. I was under a blanket. My blanket.
I pulled the sheet away. I was in a bed. My bed. I was home again. What the hell? How?
I sat up and slid to the edge of the mattress.
"Whoa. What a nightmare," I said.
"Whoa. What a nightmare." I said, at the same time.
The stereo of my own voice threw me for a loop. It was like I was on a headset, with a delay of my replayed voice.
For a moment - I swore I saw someone to the left of me talking... or was there a familiar girl to my right side? Whenever I moved, it was as if the stranger was matching my movements, like, she was in a mirror that broke the rules of reality. It was a scary feeling, being in two places at once.
It was as if I was having a conversation with myself, but how? The speaking delay shrank. The echo became tighter. I could feel myself focusing, bending.
I popped my ears and rubbed my temples. My head rang as my senses began to recalibrate.
"Get it... get it... together... together, girl.. girl... girl-.
The mirrored whoever, to my right (or was it my left?) slipped out of view. It looked as if she had leaned into me. Her shoulders touched mine for a fraction of a second. There was the warmth of someone near, and then it faded, like a warm Summer breeze drifting over me.
"What in the world," I stood up, perplexed. I felt so groggy and out of it. My body felt lethargic.
"Wasn't I just... at school? In the lab? Y-Yeah" my dragging brain tried to wrestle with its sudden change in venue.
I trudged to my bathroom, clicked on the bright overhead lamp.
"Ow," I rubbed my eyes as I adjusted my vision to the sudden uptick in illumination.
It's funny, but I couldn't help but admire how, even after a nightmare, I looked, somehow, more attractive. Something about my reflection... I was more lush? My face looked so different but I couldn't put my finger on it. I nonchalantly adjusted my pajama top and itched the top of my soft breast.
"Whoa," I paused. I looked down and saw something bizarre. My boobs were pressing against each other. Funny, they were never big enough to touch... wait... What was going on?
The vanity lights in the bathroom started to squeak out an electronic whine. They started to flicker wildly. They grew brighter than a star, and then...
the white light from my dream washed over me and blinded me again.
I took a deep breath, as my best friend, Laura, zipped up the back of my new dress.
"Pull it up, already. Up and out," I said, angrily.
"Rebecca, I am," Laura chuckled. "Can't you work with me here?"
"Girl, I AM," I replied defiantly. Laura fought to latch another set of zipper teeth.
"Can't YOU pull harder," I jokingly suggested.
This was ridiculous. I had ordered this dress months ago. How could they have made the wrong size? Did they swap my box in shipping? Did they write down my measurements incorrectly?
One of the employees of the boutique approached us at the open dressing room and asked, "Hello, ladies? Is everything going all right?"
My frustration had boiled over. The expensive dress that I had ordered for Homecoming was too small. What a total letdown. It cut into my skinny body and squeezed me like a vice. No way I could dance in this.
With the calmest delivery I could muster, I replied, "I'm sorry, but I special ordered this dress months ago for Homecoming, and it, hhnnnk, obviously, doesn't fit."
"'Homecoming?'," Laura asked with a concerned look as she jerked and yanked the tiny zipper tab up another notch. "You mean Sadie Hawkins. Right, Rebecca?"
"Huh," I looked back at Laura with a puzzled look. Why would I be trying on a dress so far in advance? I mean, I like to be prepared, but I needed this dress for Homecoming... right?
The female employee put on her friendliest face. She pulled out a small tablet from behind a register and scrolled through a list of orders.
"Rebecca Rogers," she asked sweetly.
"Yes," I said awkwardly in my uncomfortable clothing.
"Hmmm. Ok. It says you ordered this size 8, three months ago."
"Excuse me," I couldn't understand what I had heard.
My blood ran cold. I know I ordered a size 4.
"I'm sorry. I must have misheard you. Did you say a 'size 8'?"
Before the woman could answer, the overhead fluorescent lights of the dress boutique flickered and flared. Another familiar, blinding flash, washed out the world around me. I felt a rush of warm air blast through my core and then...
I was at home again, in my parent's kitchen, in the middle of my post school routine, chatting with Laura on the phone.
"Could you believe *munch munch* what Brett said to me today," I complained to Laura, through my ravenous bites of a frosted, chocolate donut. "He said, I was getting fat! Me, fat? *munch* Could you *mmmff* believe that? What a jerk! *munch*"
"Oh, screw Brett, Rebecca," Laura shouted from the crackling speaker. "Like, he's one to talk. I mean, you saw much he put on."
"I know, right," I exclaimed. I hung on Laura's every word, as my free hand, autopiloted another sweet pastry into my pretty mouth. "It's so *mmmff* annoying how guys can double in size, turn into total fat asses and not get the same amount of flack women do. I DO feel bad though. I mean, I know he quit football, so he could spend more time with me... "
"Well," Laura paused on the other end of the line. She sighed. "Not being as active will do that. I mean, you didn't really help the situation, Becca."
"Yeah, so," I started to get defiant as I reached for a third donut. "What *munch* are you saying?"
"I'm saying, maybe there's a reason Brett got so big, so quick. He's an asshole, Rebecca, but he may not be totally wrong. He just, went about it, in a dumb guy way."
"I... don't... , " It didn't click, at first. I munched my third tasty donut down and took a big swig of milk.
"Oh, hey, I gotta go," Laura quickly says. I can hear family commotion on the other end of the line.
"Sure. Um, yeah, Laura. I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"School," Laura chuckles. "It's Spring Break, dork. Seriously, you may be a genius but you're a ditz with time." *click*
Spring Break? Oh yeah? How could I have forgotten about that? Where did the time go? Wait. How could it have been Spring Break so soon?
I walked over to the fridge. It felt longer somehow. I loosened the strap on my pink sweatpants as I went. I opened the door and helped myself to one of the many fizzy, sugary sodas on the shelf. As I nonchalantly chugged the caffeinated beverage down, I mulled over what Laura said.
"Psshhh. Brett 'may not be wrong.' Whatever, Laura. *belch* Some friend."
I crunched the empty can in my hand and threw it across the room into the recycling. It lands perfectly in the bin.
"Yes," I holler and spin on my heel. "W-whoa. Shit!"
For some weird reason, my weight is all over the place. Spinning should have come easily for a young lady like me. My upper and lower parts wobble about and come to a stop. I look at my dazed reflection in the dining room mirror. I freeze.
"Who... " I ask the curvy looking girl in the reflection. She repeats me.
"That's... no... that can't be... Isnthatme???" I shuffled over to the reflection and shouted. "No!!!"
I was thicker! Wider, rounder. I was definitely taking up more space than I ever did. I had a tummy. A pooch! A round potbelly that curved out... how??? When?? My butt jiggled. It was softer, rounder and heavy. Were those my hips? They hung so far out! No! My boobs were out of control. They had become loose and lumpy and oh my God my face! It was round. My cheeks were swollen. It looked like I had a double chin-
It finally dawned on me. I knew what was happening. My experiment worked. Maybe it worked too well. I was traveling at high speed through the entire school year and I didn't even realize it. But, I was so unaware of its effects. All this extra me... I must have been blind of my intake. Some stupid safety protocol must have been activated! The accelerator didn't want to chance me not getting enough nutrition, so it subconsciously told me to eat more. Way more.
"Rebecca," I heard my mother's concerned and shouting voice, echo from upstairs. "You ok down there?"
"Uh, yeah," I lied. I couldn't believe the pudgy version of myself looking back at me. "I just saw a huge spider. I'm... I'm going to go to the store and get some spray."
"But we should have some in the pantry."
"That's super, Mom. Thanks," I said, not listening, as I snatched my keys off the kitchen island and bolted for the door.
The Spring sun felt so hot on my fluffy body. I immediately began to sweat. I couldn't believe how much my body shimmied and jiggled as I ran out to my car. The bob and sway from my old boobs and butt had cranked to ridiculous levels while parts that never moved before, sloshed all around me. I didn't want to know how much I weigh. I just knew that it was too much. I felt like I was locked in permanent slow motion.
"The molecular... *pant* accelerator... *pant* I have to *pant* get to the school *pant* shut it down *pant*," I fight for air as I rev the car. I wrestle with the seatbelt as my heavy chest burns. I was never so out of shape.
I ran red lights. I didn't even look for cops. Luckily, the school wasn't that far. For a solid thirty minutes, I trudged around the school and checked for a way in. A cracked window in the band room allowed me barely enough room to squeeze through. I couldn't believe how my round tummy and chubby butt almost stopped me. I had to pull my extra weight through like I was hauling a bag of wet sand through a peephole.
"Oh, thank flippin' gawd," I said, sprawled out on the floor. I panted in the music room for longer than I care to admit. I felt my round tummy rise and fall. I hated it.
The science hall was on the other side of the campus. I took routes I knew were safe and cut through rooms that saved time. Five minutes later, I made my way down the dark windowless passage that led to the small science classroom. Behind the door, held the accelerator.
"Stop the sequence, and I'll stop shifting and changing through time," I nodded to myself as I reached the door.
I placed my hand on the glass window of the lab. Under the door, I could see a flickering light. It was dim, but immediately, the ray of luminescence became that of a gleaming beam of pure sunlight. I tore my eyes away from the blinding sight and pushed forward. I reached down, grabbed the handle and opened the door.
The sound of the school cafeteria was louder than ever. High schoolers, especially Seniors, were overflowing with the excitement that the start of the Summer season brought.
I reached for the door handle of the science lab, but found something much different in my hand: a plastic fork.
I was cutting into my baked potato, mushing a trio of butter, sour cream and cheese, into the steaming innards. Mmm. This looked so good. Lunch time was my favorite.
Wait... a potato? What was with all this food in front of me? Cookies? Bread roll? Soda? Chips? A protein bar? Who puts away so much?
My hand brings up a wad of steaming potatoes to my mouth and I open wide. My double chin folds. My round cheeks move across my face.
I freeze. The strange feeling on my head is alien. My fork slips. The steaming potato falls and I flinch. "Oooo hot!"
I peek down at my huge soft tits and see a big bite of ruined mashed potatoes resting in the deep cleavage of my blubbery boobs.
I don't recognize anything.
The screams of Rebecca, the school's 200 pound plus valedictorian grab the attention of the school staff. Counselors and teachers don't understand the complex science that she tries to explain. "I shouldn't be like this!!! Let me into the science lab and I can change it back." Unfortunately, Rebecca is told, that after her last experiment, there's nothing left of the lab.
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