Asking for help

Laura opened the door and rushed into Brad's arms, crying and naked.

"What's going on, babe ? Are you... ?" He started to ask, before he noticed the lost of her curves. "What happened to your ass ??"

"It's gooOooOne... !!!" She cried, hugging him even harder.

"That's not possible... right ?" He asked.

"I... I don't... knooOow..."

Trying to comfort her by hugging her, he said.

"Maybe you should see the campus nurse... She may know what's going on..."

Laura nodded, still clinging in his arms, so Brad comforted her for a moment and his hand slowly went down to her ass, but there wasn't much to massage. Feeling his hug getting more and more sexual, Lauta pushed him away.

"Now is not the time, Brad !" She scolded him.

"Yeah, but the game is in fifty minutes, so I thought I could release some tension..." He explained.

"Use your fucking hand ! I'm not in the mood ! Don't you see ?" Laura yelled at him.

"Okay, okay, geez... No need to be so on edge..."

Brad then left the apartment, leaving his girlfriend alone and pissed off.

Half an hour later, Laura went to the infirmary after she put a summer dress. One of the only clothes that still fit her new figure. Without a bra, her nipples poked through the fabric, but with them as small as they were, it was the least of her problems. Few heads turned to her, but it wasn't an attention Laura wanted, she had the feeling that they were making fun of her. That was probably false, but, why else would they look at her ? She walked faster in the corridors of the campus, anxiety starting to get the best of her.

Around a corner, Laura found herself in front of another student. Unable to stop in time, she hit him and bounced on his chubby body. The fall was harder than usual as her buttocks didn't had much to absorb the shock.

"Aouch !"

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you okay ?"

The man was offering a helping hand, with a concerned look.

Laura felt more hurt in her pride than anything and got up by herself.

"Be careful around angles, fuck !" She shouted angrily.

"Well, we were both walking a little bit fast..." He admitted.

"Talk for you asshole !" Yelled Laura, not even giving him a look and walking away.

"At least wear underwear..." He mumbled as she disappeared into the student's crowd.

After that incident, the woman reached the infirmary, and was welcomed by a brunette with glasses. On her name tag was written Tiffany.

"I have a big problem !" Said Laura.

"Oh ? Tell me..." Said the nurse, curious, but still professional.

"My hairs are growing shorter, and I'm losing my breasts and my curves." She explained frantically.

Tiffany frowned at the student. "Did you take any **** ? Marijuana, mushrooms, acid ?" She asked.

"I'm not high !" Shouted Laura, shocked. "Look !"

The woman showed a picture of her on her phone. The nurse took a look on the screen, but didn't seemed convinced.

"Good joke, but I know what Photoshop is. Now, if you excuse me, I have work to do."

"I'm not fucking joking ! I'm serious, for fuck sake !"

"What you say is impossible, hairs grows longer, not the opposite, for the rest you just lost some weight. Have a good day, now."

Laura insisted, growing angrier by the minute, but the nurse refused to listen and even kicked her out of the infirmary.

The young woman screamed from rage and walked away, pissed off.