Chapter 148 - #148 /the boss/

Cameron’s presence almost seemed to carve itself out from the other girls lining up for the exam. People gave her space, but it was clear it was out respect rather than fear. She seemed completely relaxed. Her lithe compact frame, as flat as it was made her stand out even amongst the more athletic students. Yet I was focused on her eyes, they met mine immediately as I waddled into her field of view. They were brown, yet a coppery sort of shade, that seemed to occasional become amber in bright lighting. They were completely alert. When they met mine, they lit up with a flash of enjoyment. Unbeknownst to anyone in the crowd but me. Cameron and I seemed to be officially at war. She was wearing lycra leggings, black with orange stripes down the side, that highlighted her firm and shapely legs. A testament to her athleticism that highlighted the contrast between our figures. She was also wearing a sports hoodie, tied up from below so it didn't cover her midriff and left her abs on display. That was arrogant enough a fashion decision. But I recognized the hoodie. They were worn by the school's swim team. I found myself wondering if Eliza’s would even still fit across her chest let alone fit the rest of her. The certainty of my own mental answer frustrated me further. It seemed the swim team captain was either exceptionally insensitive, or positively itching for a fight.

As we all lined up with our backs and tushes in the wall I forced myself between her and the girl she had been beside before. I felt a little bad, and a little awkward throwing my girth around, but needless to say serious business took precedence. The asian mermaid shot me a smug and superior grin. “So, we’re doing this today...?” I asked her. It wasn’t as if I was going to ask for a date change, but I at least wanted to vent about her unfortunate timing. “I mean yeah...I ran out of patience...what can I say” she said with a shrug. Something about her tone told me that she was telling me the truth. But I only balked further at that. I figured she had done it intentionally to screw with me. “Seriously?” I couldn’t help but ask her rhetorically. I suppressed a squeak as she unexpectedly slid her arm around my back clutching my saddle bag, in an all too friendly pose. “You really don’t get it all do you?” she said shaking her head and flashing me a wry grin.

“When something can bring me pleasure, I just do it” she explained with a smug sort of countenance. “So, you’re a pervert?” I asked her hoping to gain at least some degree of social footing. “I don’t know actually, it’s never gotten me hot and bothered, but the sight of watching skinny, pretty, athletic girls turn into complete hogs is pretty great” she elaborated as if thinking of it as a fetish was an entirely new concept, I had introduced her to. “I just started using the app, found I enjoyed doing it and I’ve been using it ever since...” she explained licking her lips a little as she squeezed the side of my gut with her free hand. As reasonings went it wasn’t complicated or overwrought. It was incredibly and almost terrifyingly simple. So much so I could almost relate to it a little. Though I’d never have just recklessly fattened people up the way she did it. Not with zero regard for them.

Slowly the crowd began to move and the swim captain released me from her grasp and disappeared into the gap between two other students. I almost tried to waddle after her. It seemed conflict between the two of us was inevitable. If seeing me or my friends fatter was what she wanted, she’d do it and there was likely little I could do to deter her from doing so. However, before I could give chase, I felt a conspicuous vibration from pocket. It was odd, and strangely pleasurable. I rummaged around and pulled out my phone. But the screen was already in display mode. It was completely black, baring big blue bold text in L.B.L UPs usual font. “Countdown Till PVP Mode 10 Minutes” It informed me. It even had a cute little widget of a blue hourglass ticking down. I gulped. A new mode was the exact last thing I needed to be dealing with. Though the more I thought about it the sillier an actual “fight” with L.B.L Up would be without some changes to the formula. The best I could hope was that Cameron would be just as unfamiliar as I was. Maybe more so since I actually had experience with games.

Unfortunately for me, the exam itself wasn’t going to be stopped by a fight most of them likely wouldn’t even know was happening. The tide of students entering the classroom tugged me in with their magnetism. The room was a fairly traditionally laid out class room with desks in rows and columns coupled with likely somewhat inadequate chairs. I made a waddling dash towards the back row, and Cameron seemed to follow suite perpendicular to me a few columns over. We both seemed to make it and I squeezed my way into the seating arrangement with a rather heavy feeling of anxiety. My fears were hardly assuaged as my exam neighbor waddled into place. Knocking aside desks, and smaller weaker class mates like a bull in a china shop. Allisson the trashy, oversized bully with the two-colored hair and the personality like a rabid street cat and a boar raised a very hungry girl. Not that she had been that size before I had worked my magic on her. She was one of the few girls in the school who were more massive that me. Her gut was like a jiggly wall that blocked out the row beside me with its girth. Conveniently she also obscured me from the examiner's eyes. She growled in annoyance as her gut kept the desk several feet away from her. I related as I struggled fitting my ass into the chair.

As the examiners began to pass out the exams a calm before the storm seemed to settle. At least for me mentally. The rhythmic sounds of paper hitting desks was oddly calming. But I could hardly appreciate it as I was too busy keeping mental count. The time ticking on my phone, which I had returned to my back pocket. How long was ten minutes. How much could I get done. What would happen when it ran out. These thoughts pin ponged throughout my mind even as my own exam paper crossed my desk. I started to work as best as I could. But I constantly found myself trying to catch a peek at Cameron. I could just about make out her arms writing on her own piece of paper. That soothed me since it meant she wasn’t using them for anything else. Consequently, it also led to an uptick in panic as she finally stopped. There was a brief pause. Then there was a vibration from my phone, deep and rumbly enough that I felt my big booty wobbling in response. I grunted a little. Nobody seemed to notice it. Till the second one came in and I actively stifled a moan. This deep powerful vibration was followed up by a lighter pinging sound. Like a follow up notification.

For but a fraction of second I entertained the idea there’d be no follow up. But that thought was snuffed out as I felt it begin. A familiar sensation of my body beginning to expand. Softly my already jiggly oversized frame was beginning to expand. I felt my new clothes begin to tighten in an all too familiar mixture of pleasure pressure and pain. My over plump thighs were thickening and expanding, I could even feel them digging into the sides of the chair more. My gut in front of me filled in the small gap I had left between it and the desk. Meanwhile my huge behind was only getting softer and plumper. I became intimately aware of that fact as I scrambled to get access to my phone. I wound up jostling and grasping my rear as it grew thicker. It had long since expanded past the point palming it would be any use. It was far too many handfuls of jiggly blubber for that. And its girth was only increasing by the second. Thankfully the tightness of my clothes actually helped me out, as they slid my phone to the surface of the pocket. I grasped at it uncaring I was in the middle of a test.

The UI for the PVP mode was different it was simpler and much more streamline. There was a symbol taking up the top half of the screen in the shape of a shield. It looked empty and hollow like the unfilled tanks of energy. I hammered my finger on it immediately. And the gain ceased. I breathed a sigh of relief as best I could. That answered the most pivotal question for how L.B.L UP PVP would work. How you could defend yourself from someone using the app on you. The rest of the buttons on the lower half of the screen were simple accessible buttons for the various applications. An empty stomach for hunger, a fat women's silhouette for fattening, a pink heart for arousal. I had no doubt touching them would bring up the camera and targeting reticle. Almost instantly my fears felt assuaged. With the shield feature I could finish my exam. Hell, I could stall this fight till after the school was out. Using an old trick Eliza loved to pull I stashed my phone in my bra. My oversized twins would keep it nice and safe I was sure.

Yet almost the second I put my pen to paper I felt it start again. A vibration that had me clutching my desk, and that made me simultaneously very happy and very annoyed at how sensitive the place I had stashed it was. Before my hand could even get from the desk to my chest, I felt the second one and had to pause to clench my massive thighs together. I reeled and then with the same instantaneous rhythm. My figure began to expand again. Briefly I was swelling and bloating fatter. Though this time I had much easier access. I slammed the shield button without even looking at the screen or pulling it free of my bra. Then another vibration hit and I pulled it free with a barely suppressed moan. Glancing at the shield icon, it was half full. My phone shook and it dropped to empty. Cameron was blowing my defense down in two strikes and I had a very strong compunction that was a very bad omen for my waistline.