Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next morning, Eve awoke to a haze in her head. She felt sluggish. As if she went the whole night partying. She peeled herself out of bed and took a shower, not feeling any better despite the warm water.
Upon drying, she went to don her underwear, only to notice...
They didn't fit.
Eve tried to pull the underwear over her growing hips, but it was just too small. She let out a cry of frustration as she threw them across the room in disgust.
Claire couldn't help but feel sorry for her friend as Eve struggled with her changing body. It must have been difficult for someone who had always prided themselves on their perfect figure to suddenly find that so much of it was beyond their control.
Eve tried to maintain her composure as she called Claire over for help.
"Claire, I can't fit into my underwear anymore," Eve said with a hint of desperation in her voice. She gestured towards the small pile on the bedside table, where several discarded pairs lay scattered haphazardly.
"It's like they shrunk or something," Eve said with a hint of frustration in her voice. "I can't even find any that fit me anymore."
Claire couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as she looked over Eve's soft, plump body for the first time since the curse had set in - and it wasn’t just because of the underwear situation. There was something about watching her friend struggle to hold onto herself that made Claire feel incredibly turned on.
And yet at the same time, she couldn't shake off a sense of concern and empathy for Eve. She could see the toll that this curse was taking on her friend - not just physically but also mentally and emotionally.
"Hey there," Claire said softly as she sat down next to Eve on the bed, gently taking one of her hands in hers.
"I know this is tough, but we'll figure it out together. We always do."
Eve couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her at Claire's words - despite the fact that she had just told Eve that they were now going to be stuck in each other's company for a week, no matter how annoying or difficult things may get. But there was something comforting about having someone by your side in times of need... and besides, who better than Claire?
As the night went on and Eve found herself struggling with finding comfortable sleeping positions due to her rapidly expanding waistline, Claire watched from the corner of the room with an air of concern mixed with fascination.
"I know this must be hard for you, but I'm here to support you no matter what."
Eve felt a wave of gratitude wash over her at Claire’s words. She knew that it wasn't just the curse talking - Claire truly cared about her well-being, and Eve appreciated that more than she could possibly express in words. And yet... there was something else there too, a spark of desire and attraction that made Eve feel self-conscious all of a sudden.
Claire placed a hand on top of Eve’s stomach gently rubbing it while looking intensely into those silver eyes with an expression full of wonder and curiosity..
Claire placed her hand on Eve's stomach gently rubbing it while looking intensely into those silver eyes with an expression full of wonder and curiosity.
"This is so soft," she whispered, running her fingers over the rounded surface.
Her touch sent a shiver down Eve's spine as she felt Claire's hand move lower, cupping her hip and pulling her close. "Look at how perfectly curvy you are."
Eve couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal in the pit of her stomach as Claire continued to explore every curve and crevice of her body with hungry intensity. She moaned softly as their bodies pressed together, feeling an almost unbearable tension building between them. This was wrong - yet it felt so right...
Eve quickly snapped out of it, pushing the other away. "H-Hey! This is a problem! I'm a model, remember? If I'm getting fat we have to fix it!"
Eve said agitated.
"Calm down, baby." Claire said as she placed her index finger on top of Eve's lips to quiet her down "We can figure this out together. We just need to understand what's happening and come up with a plan to fix it."
Eves breathing became steady as Claires touch calmed her nerves. She looked into the kind green eyes that always made everything seem better then it was.
"How DID this happen? Did you eat like, a dozen happy meals?" Claire laughed while poking Eve's budding muffintop.
Eve's faced turned bright red. "No! I did not. You know how seriously I take my diet!"
Eve exclaimed in frustration. "I don't know what is happening to me! This is not right!"
Claire sighed and took another bite of her sandwich, the sound of it before completely muffled by her hand.
She couldn't believe the change in Eve - it was almost as if she had been a victim of some strange curse. But what kind of curse made you gain weight? It didn't make any sense...
"Well, just eat some salad today. I'm sure it's just bloating or something!" Claire smiled reasurringly.
"Everything is going to be okay.
We will figure this out together," Claire said in a soothing voice as she gently put her arm around Eve's shoulder.
"I know you find it frustrating that your body is changing, but think of it as an opportunity to explore new parts of yourself."
Eve looked up at Claire with a mixture of confusion and doubt etched on her face. She was already feeling self-conscious about the way her body was rapidly transforming, and the thought of exploring "new parts" didn't exactly fill her with excitement.
But Claire was so kind and supportive, it was hard for Eve to deny her.
"You're right," she said after a moments hesitation. "I just hope I can still fit into my clothes when this is all over."
Claire could see the anxious look in Eve's eyes as she spoke those words, and it broke her heart a little bit. She knew how much attention to detail went into selecting each outfit for photo shoots or runway shows - every stitch and seam perfectly placed to enhance the model's curves while hiding any imperfections.
It was her job as a personal assistant to make sure that every aspect of Eve's brand image was precisely aligned, which meant going through all the outfits in her wardrobe and altering them accordingly.
Claire closed the door behind her and made her way over to Eve’s closet, greedily eyeing up each piece hanging on its hook or folded neatly on the shelves.