Chapter 149 - #149 /the route/

I flinched and shut my eyes, awaiting the sensation of growth. The feeling of my fat body growing bigger and straining my outfits, the feeling of my rear swallowing up more of the chair, or my breasts pushing the tests off my desk. It was a state of being I had become all too familiar with. A sound rung out of a desk being disturbed slightly, a chair protested the scale of its occupant, something hit the ground. Yet I was astutely aware of the fact I wasn’t getting any bigger. I cautiously opened my eyes and confirmed, the horizon of my oversized breasts and fat gut were no larger than they been before Cameron knocked my shields down. I frantically grasped around for my phone and held down the shield button. The empty defense symbol filling up satisfyingly. I let my phone rest on my desk hoping to avoid a second incident where the vibration got me too horny to respond. I couldn’t quite relax. I had no idea why she had stopped. I considered that maybe she was out of energy. But we had barely started so that didn't seem too likely. The seconds seemed to drag on leaving me puzzled and bewildered. She had gone from forcing me fatter at a rate of nots to dead silence, and I had no idea why.

“Psst..hey fat ass could you grab that for me” a voice whispered across at me. I glanced across and found myself making eye contact with Allison, at least for the split second before I rolled them. It was rather audacious of her to be calling me a fat ass when I had turned her into one of the school's biggest blimps. Even if my ass was a little bigger hers was a certifiable chair crusher in its own right. Hell, it even looked bigger than it had been when I had fattened her up originally. “That’s a pretty terrible way to ask for help you know” I told her matter of factly. If Cameron and I were at a ceasefire, I figured I could at least get some more of the test done. “Come on...It’s a tight squeeze” she practically growled at me gesturing to a pen that had fallen beneath her desk. It was easy to see how it had happened with how her immense frame was pressing out against the desk. It was a miracle the pen had been the only thing dislodged. The massive woman sighed and started to try and squeeze out of her desk. The resulting process was embarrassingly difficult and loud.

“Fine...fine...but keep that same “Fat Girl Solidarity” energy later” I muttered to her. Her just desserts were admittedly rather delicious, but I couldn’t help but feel a little bad. Looking at her again I couldn’t help but wonder if I had overdone it a little. She looked a bit bigger than I had thought I had made her. I pushed my desk out a little with my belly and lowered myself to the ground. Ignoring the chairs loud celebration at the removal of my girth. As I pushed my head under Alison’s desk, I found my sides brushing against two legs of the table in a somewhat tight squeeze. I found myself more than a little distracted by the underside view. The sight of her thick, calves and how they merged with her pillar like thighs. With a gut like hers almost two thirds of it was appreciable from below the desk given how it hanged like a waterfall of pale blubber. In my distraction admiring my own work I vaguely heard some sound from above. I wrote it off as a creak of protest from the chair. But nevertheless, grabbed the pen. The second time the noise rang out though, I recognized it for what it was. The distant sound of a phone vibrating deeply.

I attempted to pull myself out but the growth had already begun. My breasts were pressing further into the floor thanks to my position on all fours. My attempt to back my ass up and get out of the situation found a predictable problem. The width that had been almost too big to squeeze beneath the desk, had overcome its almost status. I could feel the sides of my gut and saddle bags pressing against the cool metal arms of the table legs. The confined space only making me feel all the huger by comparison. I wasn’t sure if Cameron was intentionally making my gut bigger via shaping or if it was my own bodies natural inclination. But it was abundantly clear that my gut and upper body had outgrown their ability to fit. To make matters worse they didn't seem to be slowing down in their gaining. Every second I could feel them expanding, tightening the grip of the desk designed for girls far smaller than myself. It almost felt like when the waist of my jeans or my belt had dug into me in the past. Only colder and infinitely more embarrassing.

I tried to stay calm at first. But that lasted about a second. Not only was I in an incredibly humiliating situation, with my fat ass literally up in the air, and no doubt getting bigger. But to make matters worse L.B.L UP, my one saving grace was completely out of my grasp. I was utterly at Cameron’s mercy. Mercy which I knew for a fact she didn't have. I found myself protesting in a jiggling display trying to use my mass to squeeze myself out of the vice. The desk performed a thrash metal concert as I tried to jostle myself free of it. No doubt my classmates were getting quite the show. I could feel myself getting a bit of leverage against it though. Just not quite enough. There was just an extra bit that I had become too fat to fully free myself from. I was fairly sure there wouldn’t be an escape for me if I got any bigger and I doubted Cameron would return to our ceasefire. I just had no idea how to eek out the extra inch. “What the hell are you doing down there you perv?” a familiar bratty voice called from above and I felt a resounding slap on my ass.

It was enough to knock me out of place. I pulled myself out and felt the beads of sweat running down my thick frame. The class was staring. I silently gave Allison her pen, and did my best to ignore the stares of the examiner. I returned to my desk and grasped my phone hammering the shield button before even squeezing my big butt back into my chair. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. The ones on my face that is, though Allison’s slap stung badly in its own right. I’m sure I was absolutely scarlet. On the app a new blue bar had appeared which I was fairly certain was representative of the amount Cameron had to change me before she won. It looked to be a third depleted. My patience on the other hand was completely empty. While at first, I had been prioritizing my studies, or avoiding confrontation I was burning with a desire to see Cameron turned into an embarrassingly huge blob. Childish of me perhaps, but I was sure it’d be cathartic.

I went to shoot her one of my patented death glares. But found I couldn’t. Not because I got distracted but because I was obstructed. There was too much of Allisons lard in the way. The bulge of the women's gut, butt and back fat was too pronounced for me to make out the woman on the other side of her. At the start of the test I was fairly certain I could at least make out a sliver of my combatant on the other side. Which meant that Allison was fatter, a fact I would’ve notice sooner had I not made her so huge to begin with. At that revelation several things clicked into place in rapid succession. Firstly, why Allison had dropped her pen and secondly why there had been that strange cease fire. Using a phone L.B.L Up couldn’t target someone you couldn’t see through your phone lens. Cameron must’ve missed with her blast when I ran out of shields, and fattened Allision up so much she closed off her own line of attack. I took a moment to appreciate that, before it being promptly interrupted by the vibration of my phone. And the depletion of half my shield again.

I tried to make out Cameron from beyond Allison, to try and find the angle she was using but I couldn’t see the feisty swim captain at all. It didn't make sense. Then a split second later it did. I was a much bigger target than my rival, all she’d have to see is the last inch of my gut and she’d be able to target me. I had disappeared behind Allison's overshadowing girth for a while but then something had changed. In the time between the cease fire and Cameron’s newest onslaught I had gotten fatter. Not tremendously fatter, it wouldn’t have given her any more than an ich or two of extra girth to hit. But clearly that was enough. I flinched apprehensively as her second shot knocked down my shield. While physically I was free from a competition standpoint, I was just a trapped as I had been beneath the table. Unable to retaliate as she fattened me up, with free reign over my blobby form. Yet the fire to retaliate burned within me hotter than my fear. It flared up enough I had an epiphany. A tremendously bad, but probably necessary idea. A masterstroke that would solve many of my problems, at the small cost of arguably my soul.

In a motion fast enough to match my experience with L.B.L UP I turned my targeting reticle on the four girls at the front of the class and the examiner. Wrapping them all as targets before slamming them with fattening energy. The five women swelled and plumped up soft or skinny frames thickening into jiggly figures of flab. Then they started yelling. “Holy hell did you get fatter...all of a sudden” one girl asked her classmate breaking the exam code. “Shit...I was wondering why my bra got so...” she started to say before going rather pale. “We need...we need to get out of here...or we’ll end up like those girls on that bus...or those huge cheerleaders” another one of them objected and stood up. The rest of the class began to scramble and panic. The examiner was busy dealing with her own status as a victim. The class entered a frenzy. At the last second, I had switched off Ghost mode for the first time in quite a while. In the process I had started what would become known as The Second Incident.