Chapter 150 - #150 /the second incident: 001/

The room entered a state of panic created by the newly thickened figures of its occupants. The tests soon became disregarded as people scrambled out of their seats. There wasn’t all that much yelling to begin with, beyond muttering and some shrill complaints from the actual people that had been targeted. I would’ve felt bad if my attention wasn’t completely focused on my prey. Amongst the scramble of people attempting to escape the literal and figurative spread of magic I had ample cover. Allison’s efforts were slow in getting out of her chair given just how oversized she was. The middle heavy girl had to bump the table with her gut as she staggered upwards. Around her billowing blubber I watched for an opening, holding my fire. It was just a split second of vision, a flash of the color of Cameron’s swim jacket. But seeing as I had been anticipating it, that small opening was more than enough. I sent a blast of fattening her way and my screen flashed with blue runes.

Going on offence was a pretty big psychological victory, it made me feel less like an oversized blob being used as her play thing. But one blow was hardly going to end the battle. If I let my slimmer and faster classmates evacuate ahead of me, I’d lose all my possible cover. Which meant heaving my thicker ass out of my chair. It took me two attempts to get up much to my chagrin, the first was ruined when my engulfing ass tried to drag the chair out with me. But a wriggle of my hips freed me to waddle after the crowd. Thanks to the panic people were starting to clump together towards the exit. I pushed in between two girls with my bulk. Having to brush one out of my way with one of my hips. I mentally promised to give her a nice rack later as a reward. But a split-second later Cameron beat me to it.

The girl I had used my superior bulk to brush aside bulged outwards with extra blubber. Her once flat middle began to press into me, her butt brushing aside a nearby chair eliciting a blush. I waited for her to panic but she wordlessly returned to trying to filter out of the class. Either she was cool headed or exceptionally confident. I realized a quarter of a second later that it was much more likely Cameron was still just using Ghost Mode. I might’ve pondered the implications of that but I was busy doing something much more important, given there were a few other girls surrounding me backtracking which angle Cameron was trying to hit me from was easy. I swung my phone up and found myself gazing at my target from down the scope. Cameron was already looking a tad softer. Her perfect dolphin like physique was looking comparatively lax. Tight and sleek definition had softened slightly. She was still clearly fitter than I had ever been in my life. But anyone who knew her would’ve suspected she had started taking cheat days.

I hammered down the button again and watched with glee as she began to soften up, swelling slightly and pushing against the seams of her clothes her rigid figure once again relaxed into a softer, lazier version of itself. I’m sure her figure was perfectly average, but compared to how she had started, that extra bit of softness made her look extra thick. It helped it seemed to be going to all the right places her middle had almost started to curve outwards out of excess. Her previously utterly flat chest, meant she was braless, and highlighted the hints of a burgeoning bust. She didn't look panicked but it was clear she was put off. I used the slight time spent accommodating her new figure to push deeper into the crowd. I felt like such a fat girl, using my girth to push deeper into the crowd. Using the scale of my gut to plow through people. Even amidst the panic there was some rude comments. Comments that would’ve gotten people on my hit list If I wasn’t pretty sure they were in the right for once. As demeaning as it was, I pushed myself into a pretty good position. Surrounded and pressed into by girls of all sizes. With enough openings that I could liberally see through and take shots at Cameron when I needed to.

I saw a flash of motion the color of the swim team jacket and a half a breath later one of the girls became a butter ball. She been a little on the soft side to begin with so the poundage didn't do her any favors. Her frame plumped up as pale flab warred with her clothes. Losing the battle as the button of her jeans was forced open by a quickly bared pot belly. Thighs began to push into one another as her skirt was rolled up by the encroaching blubber of her thighs. I didn't let the sudden presence of another soft girl distract me though. I was already turning L.B.L Ups lens towards where the swim captain was. As my arm swung around however, I was interrupted. “Holy cow, that girl next to Deena just blew up” my target taunted loudly. I wondered what she was getting at till I found myself jostled immediately. The people around me were dispersing away from me and the recent target. The girl who had suddenly fattened up backing away as well. Perhaps valiantly hoping not to “spread” it to anyone else. In doing so however I was left completely without cover,

I suspect we looked a somewhat odd pair Cameron and I. There were some obvious contrasts, my pasty pale skinned flabby frame, to her olive near skinny one. The way my blue hair was offset by the naturalness of her undyed brown locks. We looked like we didn't belong on the same planet let alone that we’d be playing the same game. But we were and it seemed it was high noon. I hammered the button down in the hopes of thickening her up. I watched the result manifest on her frame with glee. At the same time as the one athletic girl was widening, I felt my phone vibrate violently in my hands. My shield being hammered down by the sheer force of Cameron returning an onslaught. At first, I planned to back up into the crowd as early as possible. But I soon became enticed by the prospect of filling her frame with enough blubber to win the battle then and there. Even as my shield finally fell and I felt my body begin to thicken up I was determined to hold my ground, assert my dominance and win. That was at least until I saw an update on L.B.L UPs gui.

The blue bar that I was thinking was my life bar had 1/3rd of its capacity remaining. It was shrinking rapidly as my body fattened. Below it a new bar had appeared, a red bar in the shade of crimson seemingly used by Cameron’s L.B.L UP version. That bar was barely 5% depleted. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the red bar was the amount I needed to change Cameron in order to win. Nor to did it take one to figure out that if we continued to trade, I’d lose in half a minute or so. I threw my expanding ass back into the flow of the evacuating crowd. Yanking one of the previously unaffected girls in front of Cameron’s onslaught. I had never been so happy to be such an oversized girl as I was wading through the crowd. I found myself shoving people aside again. Allowing myself to be swallowed up the tide of people rushing to evacuate. Even though I had been growing myself people seemed more desperate to leave than to avoid contact with me. I was so big after all it would be difficult not to push against me while staying close to the door. I didn't allow myself any time to think about the negatives in the situation. About how my body was once again getting fatter. Or how bad the numbers looked in this duel. I knew I needed a chance to regroup and being swallowed up by the evacuation efforts would afford me that chance.

I found myself perturbed when the flow of people leaving the class room ground to a halt. At first the sudden stop was surprising but the ensuing arguing soon presented an explanation. “Move it fat ass” one shrill voice complained. “How about you stop wriggling you wide load bitch. You’re the reason I have it anyways” another voice shot back. The crowd started to try and clear space around the door revealing the cause of the obstruction. Two girls had tried to go through at the same time but had been cut off by the sudden width of their hips and the size of their rears. They were pushed completely into one another, wide flabby hips pressing into the door frame and one another as they wriggled against each other. To make matters worse they were only getting bigger. More skirt straining butt flesh was filling them into the door. The more bottom heavy they got the more stuck they became. “Well if you’re ass hadn’t been so fat to begin with, we wouldn’t have gotten stuck so fast” one of them fired back with a helpless grunt of effort.

Cameron was cutting off my escape route, that much was clear, behind me the girls I had squeezed through were beginning to expand. Which made them better human barriers but made me feel slightly bad that I was directly responsible for their fattening. The only thing I really knew for certain was that if I didn't get out the room Cameron was going to crush, we with her overwhelming stats advantage. Luckily for me I had versatility. One of the girls stuck in the door let out a yelp, as sudden her butt shrank and she staggered through, thankfully dragging the other girl with her before her ass got fat enough to jam it on her own. The freed girl seemed surprised as her bodies impact on the ground was cushioned by two of the plumpest breasts the school had to offer. Though they went under appreciated as the crowd filtered out around them. I for one was pulled in by the tide. I’ll admit it was a small miracle I managed to squeeze my butt through without obstructing it myself. As I got to the other side, I tapped my shield back up and let out a gasp of relief. I had bought myself a few seconds of time. Time It was clear I’d need.