(*POOF*)

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[*Belle is suddenly thicc*)

Belle: (*aGGRESSIVELY SPITS OUT COFFEE*) "W—What the?!"

Belle: (*panics and calls Erika*) "C'mon! Pick up pick up pick up!"

(*click*)

Erika: (*audible confusion*) "Hello?"

Belle: "Erika! Oh, thank Scott you picked up! I don't know who else to call!"

Erika: "Calm down so I can actually hear what you're saying, please."

Belle: (*deep breath*) "Okay."

Erika: "Thank you. Now, what's wrong?"

Belle: (*starting to panic again*) "My... M—My everything grew."

Erika: "What?"

Belle: "My everything grew! Now I'm super busty and it makes me very uncomfortable!"

Erika: "Oh, I see! You're scared because you're thicc now, is that it?"

Belle: "Y—Yeah..."

Erika: (*smiling*) "Don't worry! It's not as bad as you think!"

Belle: "Really?"

Erika: "Mhm. Trust me, you'll be okay. Is your boyfriend home?"

Belle: "No, but he's on his way. Th—That's why I called you; I don't know how Mason will react and I'm scared of what will happe—."

(*cRASH, THUD*)

Belle: (*scream*)

Erika: "What happened?!"

Belle: "NEVERMIND MASON'S HOME AND HE JUST FAINTED!"

Erika: "What! Why?!"

Belle: "I DON'T KNOW BUT I THINK HE HAS A NOSEBLEED!"

Erika: "Oh... He likes it, then..."

Belle: "W—What?!"

Mason: (*pained groan*)

Belle: "I gotta go, Erika. I think Mason broke something on the way down."

Erika: "Okay, bye."

Belle: "Bye."

(*they both hang up*)

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