On one side, she is afraid of becoming the fatter pear.
Of her jeans getting tighter, harder to pass them through her buttocks filling more and more…
Of her jeans ripping on her sides and back as they cannot contain her anymore…
Of the chair creaking and crushing under her huge rear, because of its weight…
Of being laughed and teased…
Still remembering what happened, when the curse has been put on her…
She doesn’t want all of this to happen.
But on the other side, part of her enjoys that idea. And an idea of non-con scenario happening, even if she does everything to avoid and run away from it. She can only deal with her curse, with its effects, struggle to get thin again and then the circle starts again…