Chapter 147 - #147 /the institution/

Porcina Hill Highschool is an education institution that has existed for roughly 40 years. In spite of its rural name it’s situated within the city of LA. Its moniker a holdover from farmers who sold the land to the state back during the early days of the post-civil war. It is by all accounts a pretty plain school, beyond its tendency to attract the children of semi famous show biz personalities. As well as a recent reputation for its students rounding out during their attendance. One of the few exceptional things about it is that it allows its students to stay on for an extra year to take one of a couple of specific courses. These courses do a pretty good job of bridging the gap between high school and university. While allowing students a bit of a break between educational periods in their lives. Not to mention admission offices eat it up like crack. Previously I had planned to skip it since I was going to sell that app I was working on. But that had changed, instead I figured I’d stay on just to buy time to figure out what L.B.L Up meant to my life. Of course, in order to do so I’d need to get decent grades.

Our exams that day were divided by subject and by class as such topics tend to be. I’ll admit that between one thing and another I was sort of distracted as they called out the names to go the exam halls in question. The crowd felt different to how it had just weeks prior. The mix of students was the same, but there was also the occasional fat girl. Like the chocolate chips in a cookie. They were there, in straining outfits, chatting and jiggling like it was the most normal thing in the world. I was still in the upper end in terms of hugeness. But just seeing all the other thick and overweight gals around eased my nerves a little. Even if they did also distract me as they waddled away to their exam halls. Still my nature as a pervert didn't bite me on my big ass too much. I did hear my name being called and I waddled to the room in question at a pretty decent pace. It’s amazing how fast a girl can move when she doesn’t have two bowling ball sized breasts bouncing off her chin.

As I approached the line, I couldn’t help but break out into a smile like an idiot. Olive and Paige were there. The busty French red head and her fat hourglass bearing companion were standing in line, chatting in Olive’s native tongue as I approached. Languages were never my thing so I just kind of nodded to them. Things were a little awkward, since Paige was in the know about my secret, and strangely seemed super into it. But she seemed like a good, if slightly crazy girl all things considered. “Hey there, we were just talking about getting a bite to eat after we get our exam results back” Olive offered up with a reassuring smile. “Actually, she was just talking about how pretty you are” Paige spoke over her poor friend who looked like she had received a minor electric shock. I blushed rather intensely at that comment. “Not that I’d mind a snack” the tubby goth interjected rubbing her middle a little. She glanced at me as if inviting me to make a comment about it at her expense to fulfill her interests. But I just didn't have the heart for it when I was such a fat ass myself.

We didn't get to banter too much before the exam had begun. I was more than a little concerned to learn it was going to be overseen by Miss Parker. The massive pear-shaped blob of a teacher who had sent me and Doe to detention. Who had been altered by my rival's magic to have an enormous ass and a penchant for demeaning her students' size. Though that had become rather ironic given how enormous she had gotten from my testing L.B.L UP on her. With her in charge the class went about as well as could be expected. She was far too wide around the bottom to walk between the chairs of students. So, she spent the entire class sat on a chair which seemed to be custom made but was still devoured by her massive ass. But her inability to get close didn't stop her from using her barbed tongue. Asking students if they were hiding anything in their cleavage, telling them to be quieter when chairs creaked beneath them. All around she was incredibly demeaning to everyone except Olive. I got the worst of it. But I didn't let it distract me. I was focused. Too focused.

As the bell rang the class rose to leave. I wrestled my own ass out of chair, but as I did, I realized something was off. The girls she had been hurling insults at that weren’t me or Paige had been skinny. In fact, when we had entered, we had lucked into a fairly athletic bunch of girls. But on the way out there was plenty more jiggling than there had been when we walked in. It wasn’t quite as dramatic as L.B.L UP tended to be. Their clothes still fit, albeit while straining. But blouses were a button or so lower and belts were undone to make way for pot bellies. There was no one truly specific amongst the thickened batch I could make out. I doubted Miss Parker had done it. It seemed clear to me that Cameron was at work. But as I reached for my phone, I realized I had left it in my locker. It wasn’t like I could do anything even if I had it. But as far as I was concerned this was Cameron's warning shot.

On my way out of the room I cursed. It was a rather unusual occurrence, so much so I noticed Olive and Paige look a little taken aback. “If you thought you failed DD, I’m sure they’ll let you retake it if you ask” the French woman said actually taking a moment to cup my hands in hers. It was such an empathetic gesture it actually mended my heart and soul a little. “It’s not that” I reassured her. It was the truth. My concern was with every other exam. I would be able to grab my phone, but if I was caught with it, I’d probably be accused of cheating. To say nothing of the fact, a weight related incident would probably lead to me being all sorts of distracted. Even just the extra jiggle in the steps of the girls from my previous class had gotten my engine started. “It’s fine I’m uhhh....” I started to reassure her only for my frustrated brain to finally realize I was holding her hands. As I started to blush, she did to. Before finally releasing my hands. “We’ve got French” her goth friend said shooting me a wink. The busty red head shooting her a nod before venturing down the hallway and out of sight.

Next test up was Home Economics. Which meant I awkwardly met up with Laura and Paige again at the door. But I was busy pondering the difficulties of actually getting a passing grade to feel shy. For whatever reason having my phone in my pocket helped still my nerves a bit. Miss Vega was overseeing the class, the blonde with the thick accent and even thicker belly. Apparently, she was still playing stand in for our usual teacher. Though she wobbled as she did so she handed out the exams and I attempted to get to work. As I worked my way through the exam, I couldn’t help but notice I was getting more answers right than I expected. I tried to determine why and soon found my mind filled with jiggly dark flab and Deena’s voice. It seemed her tutoring was more effective than either of us could have expected. Even if It did leave me blushing up a spectacular storm when I finished up. I wound up hip bumping Paige as she passed, which didn't help my embarrassment but also got me a brief glance at her test.

She was smart, really really smart actually, I could tell just by the way she had jotted the answers down. She shot me a glance as if begging me to tease her about bumping into me, but I was fairly sure our collision had been on my flabby hips and not her jiggly saddlebags. So, the shamefast tub of flab was denied once again. Though I had bigger problems. Namely keeping an eye on every other girl in the room. Of course, given my AOE training they were all fairly round to begin with. So, it would’ve been harder to tell. But given my keen interest in the fattened female form I liked my odds of spotting any size fluctuations. As the bell rang, I was fairly sure we were good to go. Though Miss Vega got her hips caught on the door on the way out and had to be manually shoved free by Olive and I. I was fairly sure that one was my fault. And a blessing in disguise all things considered. Especially as I noticed the tiniest hint of a blush on the French woman’s cheeks. After that it was finally time to part ways for real.

There was a stillness through the air through the rest of the exams. Things were happening, magically speaking. Though it was less specifically targeted than what she had done in the past. The only similarity between the girls was that they all started out skinny. In that regard I considered it a miracle Olive hadn’t been hit. Cameron’s targets entered well exercised and left close to popping seams, or getting stuck in their chair. There was nothing I could really do about it either, seeing as were in the middle of exams and Ghost Mode was active. So, I quietly peered at their expanding figures from over my test scores. Figuring I’d step in if she really went all out on fattening someone up. But they were never any fatter than Doe. So My min became entirely raptured in planning. We had a final exam that day. I knew for a fact it was a subject I shared with Cameron. I figured if I could overpower her, I could hold her waist line hostage to keep her in line. Though I had no way to confirm that. The growing of the other girls escalated over the classes and it gradually built the tension. Victims going from skinny to curvy, to skinny to pretty fat indeed. As I waddled down the hall, to the final exam of the day I had a feeling that took me back to my days holed up in my room playing video games. It was time for a Boss Battle.