It was a few hours later when Kelly arrived at my dorm. She really didnt have anything to worry about. I had been living in my dorm for less than a we...k, and she was here every single day. She was here today, because she insisted on being here to help me get ready for my date tonight. Like Im not capable of dressing myself. I was in the bathroom brushing my long dark red hair, making sure each strand was doing what it was supposed to, and wearing only a black lacy bra and panties when Kelly let. It must have taken forever to paint it and that clued me in on the scope of the project I’d proposed at the airport. I needed to get a rendering for that project done and get out there to lay in the base soon. Doing a project that big was going to be a monster task.Doing my own garden triptych was almost as daunting now that I’d been ripped to shreds by Blankenship. I picked up the materials I’d need after my morning class on Friday and spent most of the day assembling the pieces at Granddad’s.. I was driving, I always drive, I cannot tolerate being a passenger. Carol’s husband rode shotgun as he knew the way so Mark and Carol got the back seat. My navigator was hopeless, he fell asleep at once, but I did not mind, it was dark but it was pretty much a straight route.The car was a rental and fitted with a child mirror, the kind that lets the driver keep an eye on kids in the back seat. Carol kept catching my eye in it and pulling silly faces. She and I were tight, whenever our husbands. "Oh shit," I muttered, realizing that I'd forgotten to get undressed... again. I quickly struggled to get my belt buckle undone in time. With another shudder, my stomach expanded, beginning to hang over my belt. My pants and shirt were both getting rather tight on me and I knew that it would only get worse. A single glance at my arms revealed that they too were starting to get fatter. Still, I took another bite from the donut, then wolfed the rest of the thing down. "Oh SHIT," I gasped as my.