Amanda pretended she was contemplating, a sly smile across her face.
"Amanda, maybe you should think about this first," you said with all the authority you could muster. Amanda, and the other girls, ignored you.
"I chose to swap Erica's stomach . . ." she paused for effect, "with Samantha's!"
Amanda giggled, and Erica nodded. Samantha looked confused, as she often did, but then it dawned on her what Amanda had just said. Quickly, she clutched her hands over her stomach, firm and partly exposed by her tight-fitting shirt, and shook her head in disbelief.
"No way, Amanda! You know, like, how hard it is to-aah aaaaah!" she shouted as her stomach rose up under her arms. She skidded backwards on the floor as if trying to outrun it. Her frantic gasps and looks to her friends were met with amazement all around. In seconds, he flat and toned stomach was rising like dough, her fingers digging into the newly acquired fat. It started jiggling more as Amanda shook her head at it, grabbing handfuls of fat. When her jeans popped open she squealed, and when her shirt rode up along the soft dome of her stomach enough to reveal her dimpled naval she screamed.
Samantha leaned against the wall rubbing her new belly, still not sure what to say. It felt gross, flabby. It looked like a firm ball of wobbly fat sticking out on her otherwise perfectly trim body. She looked more pregnant than like a girl with a beerbelly, you thought. Samantha stood up, nearly falling down from the extra weight, and held the belly in her hands.
"Why?" she asked Amanda.
Erica answered. You and the girls were so focused on Amanda's plight that you forgot Erica. She stood up with a huge grin on her face and took of her hoodie. Her face was still chubby, and her breast still swollen, not to mention her ass, but her stomach was now completely flat and toned, just as Samantha's had been. She lifted her shirt and laughed with glee at it.
"Oh, wow, this feels so gooood," Erica said, nearly jumping up and down. "I forgot how much I loved not having that ball of fat around my waist," she laughed, pointing to Samantha's potbelly. Samantha sniffed, trying to pull her shirt down to cover it. Her belly pushed out nearly as far as her impressive breasts now.
"Erica, you're such a jerk, you know that?" Jamie said. Jamie and Erica tried hard to keep in shape, and to see it ruined so suddenly was a hard blow to take.
The two returned to their places, everyone but Amanda and Erica pretending not to be looking at Samantha's belly, or the look of shocked betrayal turning into seething anger. You weren't sure what to think. On the one hand, what the hell did you just see? On the other hand, you always kind of had a thing for Erica, and part of you liked seeing her looking slimmer again for the first time in a while. But then, on yet another hand, you actually thought Samantha, with her fit body and firm fat belly, was looking somehow sexier than ever. You didn't have time to think, though. The others waited impatiently for you to draw. Clearly this was a game between them, you thought, and that you were just in the. The cards were dealt, and this time you were the winner. Taylor rolled her eyes. Jamie waved her hand as if to urge you on. The always ditzy Samantha was now just glaring at you with a strange, unfamiliar look in her eyes. You thought you couldn't just reverse the last player's move. That was against the rules, right? You decide . . .
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