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The epic continuation of the comic I originally did back in 2009! Although I'd intended to leave it as is, a dedicated fan decided to take it upon himself to commission a continuation. While I don't think I'll continue to allow commissioned continuations of things I've already done, this was pretty fun to work on so I hope you all enjoy!

Remember kids, peer pressure is good (as long as it leads to robot girls ballooning themselves up)!

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Buy 2 Get 1 Free Returns!

Return of Buy 2 Get 1 Free and Other AnnouncementsHey there errybody! I've got some special announcements today so everyone gather round and listen well since i'm only going to say things once. :)
First off, I'd like to apologize for not getting the first installment of the new Illustrated story up today as planned. It's taking a little longer to prepare than I was expecting to get things ready, but I can say with confidence that the first installment will be up on Monday. Sorry to those of you who were looking forward to it, but on the bright side, early week updates are cool, right? :)
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After her run-in with Shannon in the hallway, what Annette really needed was for the rest of the night to go perfectly. No more set backs, run-ins, delays, none of that. Reality, of course, has a funny way of never going quite the way we want it to, as she found herself presented with an all new problem upon changing into her costume.

"Mmmph! Come on ya stupid..." Annette grunted as she attempted to pull her dancing pants up over her more than generous hips and backside. She cursed herself mentally as she slowly and painstakingly tugged the sheer fabric around her curves. Not once had it occurred to her that she'd have trouble fitting into her dancing costume with the added plumpness to her body. She just barely managed to pull the waistband of her pants up high enough to cover the majority of her butt, and would have to use her hip scarf to make sure the rest of it was covered. Her sequined bra was likewise a struggle to squeeze into, and in the end copious amounts of breast flesh where bulging from the cups when she finally managed to close it in back.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Annette surveyed the damage in the dressing room mirror. With the way her pants tightly hugged the curves of her thighs all the way to her knees and the generous muffin top and bulging breast flesh she sported, it was obvious that the outfit was a bit too small for her. With the way she was bulging out all over Annette felt more exposed than she'd have liked. And yet, she had to admit she didn't look all that bad either. Better yet, the outfit, while certainly tight in some places, didn't do much to restrict her movements.

"Still," Annette thought to herself, "it wouldn't hurt to warm up and put it to the test."

Not wanting to miss hearing her turn called, Annette simply hummed a simple dance tune to herself as she went through some basic exercises and motions. Nothing too fancy, just enough to warm up and loosen her muscles for her actual performance. A shimmy here, a shake there, and a belly roll or two. She slowly ramped up the complexity to see how well the outfit would hold up under the movements. Thankfully, it held up quite well. After some time, she wasn't sure how long, she brought her warm up to a close.

"There," she panted lightly. "That should be enough! Just gotta wait my turn now."

It'd still be a while before she'd go up before the judges, but Annette wanted to be sure she had plenty of time to get everything perfect. All that remained were her hair and make-up at this point. Annette undid her hair clippings, allowing it to cascade about her shoulders and with a bit of brushing, clips, and hairspray, styled it in a fashion she felt suited her.

As Annette applied her lipstick in the mirror, her eyes wandered down her body, towards the belly ring that adorned her navel. It was the same one she'd bought from that shop a few days ago. She hadn't even realized she'd kept it on this entire time, and hadn't even thought to change it when getting into costume. Looking at it now there was no need. It seemed to fit perfectly well with the rest of her outfit and accessories.

"Dancer number 24," a voice and a knock came from outside the dressing room door. "You're up soon. Please be ready to go in five minutes."

"Oh crap," Annette gasped. She'd lost track of time somewhere. She turned back to the mirror to finish applying her make up. "Whatever," she thought to herself when her eyes lingered back down to her tummy. "Probably just imagining things."

Minutes later, Annette was being led down the halls to the stage where she'd be performing. Other girls, likely other contestants, stood off to the side and chatted away. Whether they were gossiping about Annette and her overblown figure or not, Annette couldn't tell. She was focused now, in the zone, ready to win this thing by wowing the judges with her slick moves and sensual curves. The trek down the hallway was otherwise uneventful. Strange, Annette would have expected Shannon to show up to try and psyche Annette out before her turn, but in all likelihood the fact she was being escorted by a contest official probably scared Shannon off, which wouldn't have been a surprise.

Finally, Annette arrived at her destination. She strode out onto the stage, boldly planting herself out in the lights where the judges could see her. "Hello!" She called out to the judges. With a confidence that could only have come with much rehearsal in front of her bathroom mirror, Annette introduced herself and her dance routine to the judges. With a momentary pause, music began to play over the stage's speakers and Annette began her performance. Like always, she started slow, utilizing small, controlled movements starting lower in her body and working her way up, going faster and adding more complexity to her dance as she went. As she danced she couldn't help take notice of the way her body jiggled and wobbled with her movements. She felt her breasts bounce and shake with the movement of her shoulder shimmies and her hip drops felt like they had more oomph to them. Annette had been worried the extra jiggling would cause her to become self conscious when on stage. But now that she was up here, shaking her thing and moving with the music, she felt great! The energy and grace of her dance wasn't lost on the judges, it would seem, as before long she could hear them clapping alongside the beat of the music. At that point Annette realized she had them, and decided to cut loose. She lost herself in the music and the dance, allowing both to take her wherever they may. Annette felt a wave of euphoria as she got swept up in the moment. She might have continued in this manner, lost in her dance, if it weren't for the clapping of the judges slowly diminishing and becoming replaced by frantic whispering.

"My eyes aren't playing tricks on me are they?"

"I could have sworn..."

"Is she...?"

"But that's impossible."

Annette continued to dance, having been trained to retain her composure in spite of any distractions or hardships, but turned to look at the judges. They were talking in frantic, hushed tones amongst themselves, shooting glances at Annette every few moments before turning to talk amongst themselves again.

"The heck? is-" Annette's train of thought was cut off when she felt a heavy bounce come from her body. Even if she was a bit chubbier than normal, there was no way her body should be bouncing. With a wave of dread suddenly spreading over her, Annette cast a slow, hesitant look at herself.

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"You're kidding me, right?" Shannon spoke into her cel phone. "Is this about the refund? Look, I'm sorry, I'll give you the money back! Just give me something else that can change me back to normal!"

Normal of course being her usual slender self, something Shannon had hoped the formula she took last night would have done. The shop keep had assured her the potion would cause her to lose all the weight she'd put on, and while she certainly weighed less than she had the previous night, this wasn't at all what Shannon wanted. She awoke to discover her body now even more swollen and bloated than the previous night. The only real difference was that instead of being soft and flabby, her belly and other assorted curves were all now tight and firm, inflated with some unknown gas that had her bobbing around the ceiling of her room.

"I apologize," the shop keep said on the other end. "There really isn't anything I can do at this point! Though it's not all bad news. What you're experiencing is really just a tiny side effect of the formula I gave you."

"There's nothing tiny about it!" Shanon exclaimed. "I'm even bigger than I was last night!"

"No need to shout, miss, it's just a figure of speech," the shop keep replied. "Like I said, it's a side effect of the formula you took. While I understand your frustration, I assure you, once the potion I gave you has run its full course in 48 hours the side effects will dissipate and you and your friend will both be back to normal."

"Fourty eight hours!? You mean I'm going to be stuck like this for two days!?"

"It'll be over before you know it! If you'll excuse me I have some customers to attend to. Have a nice day!"

"Wait, don't hang up! Hello? HELLO?" there was a click on the other end, and the connection closed. "Dammit!"

Shannon attempted to redial the number, but ended up dropping the phone as she clumsily fumbled with it with her puffy, swollen fingers. It landed out of her reach on her bed below with a soft plop.

"Aaaargh!" Shannon wailed. She attempted to somehow swim her way down towards the bed in order to grab the device, but sadly her body was too buoyant to have any of it. After several futile attempts she simply folded her arms as best she could and pouted. Spending two entire days like this was going to be so boring.



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Annette only ever needed two things to belly dance. Her red hip scarf, and some tunes to dance to. Thankfully the former was always ready and waiting in her gym bag and the latter was easily supplied by her mp3 player. In only a matter of moments Annette had begun her dance, starting slowly with a warm up routine. It had only been about 30 minutes since her class, but the last thing Annette wanted was to pull a muscle a few days before the competition.

Once she felt she'd sufficiently stretched, she began her dance proper, starting with some hip drops. The movement started slowly, lifting and dropping her hip once every other measure, and slowly increasing in speed until it maintained time with the beat. After a moment or two she changed to the other hip. Lift, drop, lift, drop, until she was moving that one in rhythm with the beat as well and freely alternating between the two. After the hip drops came the locks and figure eights, with the dance movements slowly traveling up her body with a belly roll, then shoulder shimmies, until eventually her dance flowed freely between each part of her body.

Before long, Annette was losing herself in her dance, flowing from one movement to the next with silky smoothness. Even though she'd practiced this routine not long ago, it was nice to just cut loose with it at home. It was liberating just to be able to dance with no one watching, and as the music intensified she found herself forgetting all her cares and troubles. Screw Shannon, screw that shop keep and screw the competition, all there was at this point was the dance! Annette could care less about anything else.

Perhaps it was because Annette had become so enraptured that she never thought to look and see herself in the mirror following her warm up. As her dance continued, the jeweled belly ring in her navel sparkled and glowed, spreading its gentle, mysterious light across Annette's body. Nor was she aware the changes to her body. She never noticed that her bottom, already full and shapely, had grown larger and rounder, or that her underwear had begun to vanish between the increasing mass of the cheeks. She never saw that her hips had begun to flare out a bit more stretching her panties more tightly across their expanse, or that her belly had become a slight bit softer, developing a gentle mound that made her belly rolls a bit more prominent than normal. Her sports bra too had grown tighter, and her breasts jiggled more whenever she did her shoulder shimmies, but like everything else, Annette couldn't be bothered to notice this. At this point, Annette had completely shut out the world and was completely enveloped in her dance. Time lost all meaning, and before she knew what happened, Annette had danced until she nearly dropped.

"Whew... what a... yeah..." Panting and out of breath, she wearily discarded her hip scarf and mp3 player and crawled into bed. She didn't bother to check the time but just from how she felt she knew she was probably dancing way longer than normal. Despite her exhaustion however she felt strangely calm and in good spirits, like all of her problems had melted away. Laying her head down on a pillow, Annette instantly fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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Finally the day of the contest had arrived. It had only been a couple of days since Annette woke up to find that she had inexplicably gained a few pounds seemingly overnight, but it felt more like an eternity. Since that day Annette rehearsed her dance routine almost non-stop, only relaxing when Melissa forced her to take some time out for a TV or snack break, and then getting up to practice again the moment she was able. By this point, Annette had practiced and rehearsed so much she could perform her dance flawlessly while asleep.

And yet, despite all that dedicated rehearsal, Annette felt more nervous and unprepared than she had on her first date. Her stomach tied itself in four different kinds of knots and a cold sweat ran down the back of her neck as she made the seemingly endless journey down the hall towards the dressing room.

"Just relax," Annette thought to herself. "It'll all be over soon enough, no need to freak out here, so what if you're going to be one of the last to perform?"

That was the worst part of the whole thing. All the dancers participating in the contest had drawn numbers to decide what order they'd be performing in. Had Annette drawn one of the first few numbers, she'd at least have been able to do her dance and get things over with, alleviating the majority of her anxiety. Instead, she'd drawn number 24 out of 30, meaning she'd have to wait until almost everyone else had performed before she'd have her turn. If someone else ended up doing the exact same dance as her... or if by that point the judges were simply so tired of watching people dance they wouldn't even care how well she did...

"No! Stop stop stop!" Annette thought to herself. "Thinking like that is only going to give you an anxiety attack! This is fine! you've got this down. They won't be able to resist your killer moves or killer bod! You just need a distraction! Something to take your mind off of things. Something like..."

"Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt!"

Annette nearly jumped out of her skin with surprise. Whirling around on her heels she saw the last person she needed to at the moment.

"Shannon," Annette acknowledged the other girl with an icy coolness to her voice.

"My goodness Annie, are you all right?" Shannon inquired with mock concern as she glided up to Annette. She was already in costume, sporting a long, light blue dancing skirt with a split running all the way up to her hip and a matching blue top that Annette swore was purposefully just a tad too small for her generous bosom. Her pinned up hairstyle, pieces of gold jewelry and tastefully applied makeup gave her an air of elegance, which made her tone all the more infuriating. "You look absolutely pale. What's the matter? Getting stage fright right before the contest?"

"None of your business," Annette snapped. "But if you must know, I'm just a little worried for you. After all when I'm done dancing I'll have beaten you so hard the judges will have to call you an ambulance!"

"You must be a on edge tonight if that's the best you can do," Shannon replied. "I've seen better burns from broken toasters than that! Not that I blame you, what with that muffin top you have there."

As if to emphasize her point, Shannon gave one of Annette's love handles a quick little poke.

"Get off!" Annette squealed reflexively.

"Goodness, you'll like that dough boy from the commercials!" Shannon giggled. "What did you eat to get so fat these last few days?"

"Hmph, you're just jealous of my killer curves is all," Annette snorted.

"Killer is right!" Shannon laughed and gave Annette a firm slap on the behind. "With an ass that huge you could probably crush a girl if you sat on her!"

"Watch it, shorty," Annette glowered, "Or else I just MIGHT."

"Oh, I'll watch it all right. With buns that big I couldn't look away even if I tried!" Shannon had good laugh at her own wit and daintily stepped away from Annette's attempt to shoulder check her. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat some more thunder thighs, but it just so happens I'm one of the first girls up to dance for the judges so I have to be ready for them! Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell them to waint until it's over to announce my victory so you can at least pretend you have a chance!"

Annette didn't even bother to acknowledge the taunt, and instead took off storming towards the dressing room. Forget feeling anxious and forget having to go nearly last, all that mattered now was to utterly destroy Shannon in the contest.
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It wasn't until the next morning that Annette finally woke up. She glanced over at her alarm clock. It was 10:15, way later than she'd normally wake up. She thankfully had the day off from work and wouldn't have to worry about being chewed out for sleeping in, but still, it was a habit she didn't want to get into. Sleepily she pulled herself out of bed and made her way to the kitchenette to get some breakfast.

"Morning sunshine," came Melissa's greeting. If not for the fact her clothes were different, Annette might have assumed her roommate hadn't moved from the dining table at all since last night. She already had her face buried in textbooks again and was eating what was left of the pizza from last night.

"Seriously Mel?" Annette answered, "leftover pizza for breakfast?"

"What was I supposed to do? Throw it out and waste still perfectly good pizza?"

Annette merely shook her head and made her way to the fridge. "I'm just saying, sometimes you're the very definition of a college student. Better be careful before you get fat!"

"At least I'm not parading around in my undies!" Melissa stuck her tongue out at Annette and continued reading her book and taking notes. Not that Annette was paying her any mind. She was too busy trying to decide what she wanted for breakfast. Having not eaten since early last evening she was feeling particularly famished and figured something quick and painless to prepare would be best. Which of course meant a bowl of cereal and milk. Of course, that meant having to pick out which cereal, of which they had quite the assortment.

"Let's see... Cini-Puffs, Froot Pops, Corn Flakes, Oatie-Os... ooh, we have a winner!" Annette withdrew a box of Choco Puffs from the cupbord with this declaration and immediately set to pouring it into a bowl.

"Hmm... Choco Puffs huh?" Melissa noted as Anette returned to the table with her breakfast.

"I'm in a chocolate mood this morning," Annette stated.

"How many mornings in a row does that make this then?" Melissa asked.

"What do you mean?" Annette responded in confusion.

Melissa was silent for a moment. "Well... I mean... I wasn't going to say anything but you're looking a bit on the chubby side this morning."

Annette rolled her eyes at this. "Come on Mel, really? You know I was just messing with you with the fat comment."

"No seriously," Melissa protested, "have you looked at yourself? I mean your butt has gotten so big your underwear barely fits!"

"As if!" Annette shot up out of her seat to glower at her roommate. "My butt aint any less perfect than any other day!" Annette gave her bottom a good slap for emphasis, only for her face to falter slightly shen it jiggled longer than normal.

"What th-" Annette craned her neck to get as good a look at her behind as possible. From what she could see it was starting to seem Melissa had been right. Her bottom was definitely looking a bit larger from this angle. Without a moments hesitation she dashed back to her room for a better look in her mirror. Sure enough, her butt was definitely larger than normal, causing her underwear to look much tinier than it had just a day ago. As Annette continued to examine her reflection, she saw that her butt wasn't the only thing that had gotten bigger. Her hips were flared out a bit more, and she had developed love handles and a slight belly pooch. Even her breasts were larger, as the stretched out fabric of her sports bra indicated.

"Holy shit," Annette said breathlessly. She spun around a few times to get a better look at herself and make sure her eyes (and her hands) hadn't just been playing tricks with her. Sure enough, all the curves were still there. At first, Annette felt a wave and anxiety hit her as she poked and prodded the new-found plumpness. How could this happen? And right before the dance competition too! Shannon would never let Annette live it down if she showed up like this!

Then, as she continued to examine herself she began to think about all the other dancers she had met at performances and festivals with similar figures to this, who had gotten plenty of cheers and adoration from the audience and who had also won their fair share of competitions in the past. No, gaining a little weight like this wouldn't ruin her chances. In fact, after trying a few belly rolls, shimmies, and hip movements, she began to wonder if maybe the enhanced curves might be a benefit. After all, it certainly gave her some more to work with in her routine, and could enhance the various undulations of her body.

"Hey uh, Annette, you okay in there?" It was Melissa's voice coming from the dining area that snapped Annette back to reality.

"Oh, yeah I'm all right," Annette called back. She made another pose in the mirror, running her hands over her curves to accentuate them. Slowly, a confident smile spread across her face. "I'm great in fact!"


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In hindsight, visiting that shop when dance class was in 30 minutes probably not the best of ideas. Although Annette had been drawn in by the shop keep's sales pitch and the mysterious glowing that the belly ring had emanated, the price tag had been enough to bring her back to reality. This woman had to be insane if she thought she could get away for selling that thing for $70, and doubly so for trying to justify the price by insisting a matching belly ring needed to be included! If she only had more sense, Annette would have simply turned around and walked out of the shop right then and there. Instead, she remained and haggled and argued, and argued and haggled with the shop keep until 30 minutes became 20, and 20 minutes 15. Panicking, Annette finally agreed to buy the solo bellying for a reduced cost of $50 and found herself dashing out the door without a second though, running full tilt down the block until-

"Ooof- hey watch it!"

Annette was broken out of her reminiscing when she bumped into one of the other women in the class. They'd been practicing part of a routine when Annette let her mind wander and as a result she missed the instructor telling them to stop. As a result she'd turned to the left and wound up smacking the girl next to her in the back with an outstretched arm.

"Oh... uh, s... sorry..." Annette replied sheepishly. "I'll pay more attention from now on."

Although she managed to avoid bumping into anyone else, Annette couldn't help but keep replaying the events earlier that evening in her mind. And the more times she ran through them, the greater her sense of buyer's remorse grew. How could she allow herself to be taken in by some sparkling gems like that? There hadn't been anything mystical about it at all. The shop keep probably had a small light hidden in her hand that she used to make the belly ring glow, that's all. Stupid stupid stupid!

Finally, the hour was up and class ended. Still fuming with regret and self loathing, Annette didn't bother to chat with any of the other dancers as she retrieved her gym bag from her locker. She just wanted to get home and drown her sorrows in some root beer, ice cream and whatever movie she could find on demand.

"Hey there Little Annie!" a voice called to her. Annette's shoulders tensed and her jaw clenched as she heard it. Her body slowly turned to face whoever had called to her, but it was merely a reflex. She knew without looking it belonged to the enemy.

"Shannon," Annette practically spat the name. "What do you want?"

"Oh nothing!" the other girl stated nonchalantly. "Just wanted to see how you were doing is all. After all you were bumping and tripping over the others all class today. Feeling distracted maybe? Having any performance anxiety?"

"Hah, you wish!" Annette replied. "I am more than ready to kick your butt at that dance competition this weekend."

"Oh Annie, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's only natural to be nervous. After all, by the time the contest is over I'll have danced so many circles around you it'll have created a nice little shame hole for you to hide in."

"Gosh, it must be wonderful to live in your own little fantasy world Shannon, but it's time you woke up and faced reality. I am going to CRUSH you!"

"Crush me? Well, I can certainly see that happening. All you'd have to do is trip up like a klutz again are and fall on me!"

"Oh it'd be easy, all I'd have to do is sneeze and you'd be blown off into the wind, never to be seen again!"

By this point, both girls stood with their faces mere inches from one another, fuming. After a few moments of staring one another down, Shannon finally broke away and marched off.

"Forget it, this is pointless! We can settle things at the contest this weekend."

"Oh you bet we'll settle it! Settle it by kicking your butt from here all the way to Pizza Hut and back!"



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