Chapter 128 - #128 /the oversight/

I just sat there, blushing and feeling the remanent warmth of her breath as she shifted her bulk off mine as much as she could. At least I knew which end of the fucking-fighting scale her tubby rear was sitting on. It was undeniably a positive. Not only was she cute but she was seemingly yet another fetishist In our relatively small community. Back in the day I would've killed for the name of one that wasn't me or Eliza. Now they all seemed to squeezing their ways out of the woodwork. There was a certain unique glee that came with the discovery that I couldn't quite bottle up. There was all sorts of interesting conversations that could be had about it. Opinions to be garnered. As fun as it was to discuss our shared interest with Eliza it could turn into a bit of a circle jerk, sometimes literally. So even though she had granted me a perfectly good escape from the situation I found myself leaning my bulk into her's. No longer feeling anywhere near as small as I did during the first incident comparatively. "So you mean "good job" as in your into that sort of thing?" I whispered for clarification purposes a bit of excitement bleeding into my voice.

"Duh, it's ridiculously hot" she whispered back a wide grin on her face. She seemingly really wasn't all that much of a goth in terms of personality. I smiled back at her, no longer self conscious about the shared personal space. Partially berating myself for having devoted so much time and mental energy worrying about dodging her. "How long have you known?" I asked, praying she wouldn't ask the same of me. Quite the while was the answer to that question, but there was a story that came along with it that I was looking to avoid sharing for as long as humanly possible. "Oh since the incident pretty much, I guess you could say It triggered a serious sexual awakening" She explained a hint of excitement in her own whispered voice. "A bit of an extreme entry point, but I can't deny it did get me going a bit" I mused casually. "Oh a "bit" I saw you climax with your hands buried in Belladonna's side rolls" she teased me cheerily. I blushed heavily, both from her casual mention of her immobilized friend and the fact she had seen me orgasm not once but twice in public places.

"There's no shame in that though seriously, unless you're into that sort of thing, in which case you're a dirty dirty little fat ass" Paige said with a smirk putting on an over exaggerated sexy voice for her teasing. Something in her tone and her joke restoring my confidence a little. "I'm more on the..." I was about to say feeder end of the scale, but it occurred to me it'd be much less embarrassing if I could pretend at least some of my enormity was on purpose. "I'm more of a "mouths should be occupied at all times" sort girl in bed, but from the sounds of things, you are definitely into "that sort of thing" I asked curiously. I was still feeling out the girls sexuality, but there was something about how overt she was in her size and eating habits was giving me some serious vibes in that direction. "You're wild, and yeah definitely more into receiving that sort of treatment, something about the embarrassment of being so huge is such a turn on for me" Paige explained, though midway through her explanation I could see her become slightly crestfallen. "The only problem is nobody will so much as stare at me let alone comment about me because I put my weight on during the incident" The flabby goth pouted. "Well I think you're a huge whale, and that somebody who wasn't so lazy would've lost some of the weight by now" I whispered back in a mirrored hyperbolically sexy voice. Getting a blush and a loud bout of giggling for my trouble.

Though the discussion was fun it had reminded me of a certain girl who had no problem doing some teasing of her own. "Just to clarify by the way, you were right, The Incident wasn't me, it was Cameron" I explained Paige nodding along to my statement. "Oh you mean Swim Captain Cameron with the sexy six pack and the no boobs?" Paige asked for clarification getting a few blinks for me. Cameron wasn't exactly a uncommon name. But it was easy to dismiss Paige's quick leap in conclusions as a simple extrapolation of the swim captains behavior. After all she had been less that subtle in calling me out for my size. "Well that actually explains quite a lot, especially with how big Eliza's been getting lately" Paige said with a look of realization on her face. I blinked a few times as my cheeks got nice and scarlet again. Ironically pretty much all of Eliza's weight was my fault, albeit accidentally. But I was curious to why exactly she'd think Cameron was responsible. I just shot her a curious eye brow raise. "Well hot gossip is your girl was going to succeed her since Cameron wasn't doing an extra year like the rest of the team" Paige explained. "If she wanted to make sure she'd go down as the Schools Best Captain the easiest way would be too turn Eliza into a parade float sized butterball" Paige elaborated just the hint of arousal on her tone as she mentioned Eliza's supposed size.

I blinked a few times at the statement. Berating myself for missing it. Maybe I was giving her more credit that she deserved but it wasn't hard to believe she was trying to bait me into fattening Eliza for her. By putting me in positions where I'd lose control or wind up big enough to want to compensate by making her bigger. There was a undeniable yet twisted logic too it. Especially when I considered that she had already showed a tendency towards turning manipulating peoples bodies and minds into a game. The only problem was that it seemed oddly indirect for a girl who had been decidedly hands on in toying with me. It also didn't explain Connie intentionally gaining without a kink, or the special attention that had been paid to her during the First Incident. But either way I couldn't deny that I had just been handed a pretty good reason Eliza might be in danger. Or at least her waistline might be. I sent her a quick text asking her when her next swimming competition was. Figuring that if Paige was right it'd provide me with a deadline by which Eliza would need to be too fat to compete. But my platinum haired lover didn't get back to me and in the process planted the seeds of paranoia in my mind.

Eventually Doe successfully maneuvered the supped up vehicle down a road I didn't recognize. Pulling up a stop by a hotel I was vaguely familiar with. I figured I had probably stayed there before. Because it was certainly my sort of cushy privileged living establishment. Every inch of the place oozed class and money with a variety of only the newest brand sports cars parked around the perimeter. In the distance I could even see an immaculate beach by the ocean, tides gently pouring in and out beneath the low hanging moon. "This place is beyond classy" Doe mused looking up at the hotel with a hint of awe in her eyes. "It's temporary, and it's got no character at all, too many luxuries" Olive explained with a shrug as she fiddled with the door. "She has a 5 star chef on call at all times and never uses her" Paige explained pointing at her companion and getting her own door open. Seemingly either staying in the same building or staying with her friend. I fought an almost alien pang of jealousy at the thought. "That's cause you're too busy hogging her time and attention for yourself, emphasis on the hog" The red head shot back as she finally got out. Paige squeezing her way out, with a gentle push on her hip from me I knew she'd appreciate. "Au revoir!p" Olive called over her shoulder Paige offering us an over the shoulder wave. I enjoyed the sight of the goths big booty wobbling in her polytex. But not as much as I would've were my mind not burdened with her new information. In spite of the more eye catching girl waddling beside her, my eyes were on Olive and Olive alone as we drove away from the beach front hotel.

"I saw you two getting all cosy, anything Eliza should worry about?" Doe teased me as she got the car in reverse and got us driving back to my place. "Oh please, Eliza would be mad if you told her, but only because you hadn't recorded us jiggling off one another" I told Doe sincerely. Glancing at my phone and finding she still hadn't sent me a text back. "Though speaking of worry, isn't this Paige's car" I mused aloud with a hint of confusion in my voice. "Oh it is, I'll just be picking them up before exams tomorrow" Doe explained and at the word exam I could see all of the energy drain from her punk persona. I almost cursed at the reminder. I was at the point where I was rationalizing the bad grades I knew I'd be getting rather than hoping for good ones. I figured that as excuses went, two week possession coupled with heroic activities saving two beloved former cheer leaders, was pretty good. "Somebody's been making more friends lately" I asked trying to distract from the imposing doom of grades. "Well yeah, I've found being a little more assertive can help with that sort of thing" she told me with a smile. I smiled back glad to have known my extra expenditure in the power test had actually helped her meaningfully. "You could stay over...if you're willing to be assertive about a certain someone" I suggested quietly. Only getting a sigh from her return. "Yeah I'm going to try and figure something out with that tomorrow, for now though, while this dress is super comfortable, it kinda sticks when you get sweaty so I need to peel it off and get some actual sleep" she explained as I glanced out the window and realized we were back at my place. I offered her a quick thank you and the usual good night pleasantries as I climbed out of the back. But it was hard to be enthusiastic given what I had learned. Eliza was potentially in trouble and wasn't checking in.