Lauren flees

The sculpture class laughed as Lauren stood before them, nude and altered by their art. Her breasts were flattened to comical degree, her belly round and swollen, her butt comically large for such a small girl. Lauren stared down at herself in disbelief. What magic was this? Why did they have control of her body shape? Was such a thing possible?

Then, coming to her senses, Lauren threw her hands over herself, hiding her shame as best as she could. The class just laughed and laughed. Lauren's face turned red as her wide eyes darted around frantically. She was like a wild animal, all instinct. Fight or flight took over, and she chose flight. She ran to the door, **** to flee. The class burst into greater laughter as Lauren ran naked from the class, comically huge butt warbling wildly for them as her small legs pumped.

Lauren charged blindly into the hallway...