Chapter 151 - #151 /the second incident: 002/

However, in my situation respite wasn’t necessarily a positive. In the brief reprieve granted from battle the nature of my predicament was all too apparent. I was pretty much screwed. I had been expending a pretty copious amount of energy directly into Cameron’s figure and she hadn’t even developed a pot belly. To say nothing of how little I had depleted her life bar. I would need probably an entire day of afflicting people with hunger to even stand a chance at dropping it to zero. And with her nipping at my oversized rear that wasn’t time I was going to get. I wondered what it would be like being dropped out of ghost mode awareness. How would I even rationalize my own enormity. Perhaps as a result of being a shut in. Or would I just believe I had always been a lazy glutton. If anything given the situation It seemed like I'd assume I was one of the victims of the second incident I had started. In my frustration I snapped myself out of that particular reverie. It was annoying. I felt like I was fighting one of those bosses you have to lose against. My failure seemed a mathematical certainty. This wasn’t a game I could win.

As that thought crossed my mind, I found myself blinking. Recent memories began to tickle at the edges of my thoughts. When Laura had been piloting L.B.L Up and all that had happened there. She had told me that I had been neglecting the human factor. Even though it had frustrated me, I couldn’t help but agree. Backed into a corner my big sisters advice became all the more prescient. I couldn’t beat the game. But maybe I could still beat Cameron. The only question would be how. I had only really had some very limited conversations with her. I knew almost nothing about her. I was interrupted from deeper thoughts by a vibration from phone. My shield had been weakened. I had been standing still as the rest of the class began to disperse and panic. Cameron was almost out of the classroom. Her phone held over the shoulder of the girl in front of her to take an early pot shot. I needed more time. I murmured an apology as I targeted the girl in front of Cameron and hammered down with a wave of energy. The panicked blonde paused as her body surged out with excess blubber which I quickly redirected to her rear. Cameron was physically knocked back by the sudden presence of the door jamming shelf booty and, in the process, ceased targeting me.

I refreshed my shield as I waddled out of the way out of the door. That would hardly hold her for long even if I had made that single girl fatter than either of the two Cameron had targeted. My biggest issue was that as soon as people exited the room, they were filtering away towards the school exits as fast as their plumper figures would allow for. I needed more than the limited class could provide and once again with a feeling of guilt I knew just where to get some. I waddled over to the door of the class next to ours and held up my phone to the window in the door. I didn't even look at who I was targeting. But a few moments later the sounds started up. There was a sound of ripping cloth a squeal of embarrassment. “Wait did she just get fat...” one voice questioned. “She just got freaking huge, just like those cheerleaders” another admonished in a panicked tone. I threw another fattening blast through the doors window. There was a ping of a button being dislodged and a chair groaning. “I’ll be dammed if I turn into a porker I’m getting out of here” one voice announced throwing the classroom inside into chaos. I waddled away as best I could. Behind me I could hear the door slamming open as the students began to empty out.

I was already busy at the next room over repeating the process. More blast of mana, more sounds of distress as the Second Incident began to spread from class room to class room. As I did the next few rooms it all started to almost blur together. The rude comments, the whelps of unhappiness as people's figures were ruined by my magic. Slowly the hall was beginning to filter out with people. Mainly girls and I began to realize the full extent my magical weaving was having. Coupled with Cameron’s screwing around that day and my own previous work, the general female populace was officially plump. Of the girls in the hall way more were soft than skinny. None of them would contest Mindy or even my own hefty stature. But the thick girls were officially greater number than the skinny girls. If only by a small margin. It gave me pause and I hesitated before unleashing any further fattening. For one thing my energy tanks were dangerously low. For another I was beginning to feel like things were getting a little out of hand. As if to answer my prayers a girl I had plumped while blind firing opened the door to the next room and yelled inside about what was going. I softened her up a little to assist her warning and that class began to flee as well. The hall way having become a sea of soft women in various states of panic and in some cases undress.

I paid a glance back towards the door where I had cut Cameron off. The girl I had jammed looked more than a little distressed. Yet oddly she seemed to be blushing as well. It was only with that added detail that I noticed some wobbling in her pudding thick thighs. With a grunt of effort and a slight embarrassed squeal from her the blockade came staggering down. On the other side of it was Cameron her hands still conspicuously squeezing overflowing handfuls of the stranger's butt flab a predatory grin on her pretty face. I went to point my phone at her but found my turn towards her impeded by the passing crowd. Someone clipping my gut and distracting me. Then the first vibration. “Come on we need to get out of here” a voice murmured and I felt a shove from behind as the crowd began to pull me along like a tide. My shield fell as the second vibration hit. There was a certain irony in the fact I was caught in my own web. I found myself once again waiting for Cameron to plump me up from out of sight. But as the seconds dragged on it didn't seem she would.

I found myself startled as she seemed to almost manifest next to me. A thick blockade between us formed by an overweight gal. It seemed she was just as swallowed by the soft and panicking crowd as I was. “You know I thought you seemed like you’d be pretty boring prey at first, but this is pretty fun” she said her voice cutting through the crowd of yelling with its elation. It seemed everyone else was too busy struggling to get out and couldn’t hear her villainous monologue. “I was thinking I’d finish you off under that desk, but I’m glad you’re dragging things out” she taunted with a lax grin. “You’re awfully confident for a girl out of swim captaining physique” I did my best to retort. It wasn’t much, if she was out of shape than I hadn’t been in-shape my entire life. But I was hardly going to let her get the last word. “Ehh...I’ll just fatten up all the other girls and win that way...that’d be more fun actually...you’re pretty inspiring for a loser” she continued. Both of her our arms were constrained by the passing crowd. But we weren’t focused on the conversation really, we were both scanning for openings. For our opportunity to strike.

Somewhere up ahead in the crowd, one girl who Cameron had fattened up earlier seemed to stagger over. Bowling over two girls in the process with her gut much to some yelps of frustration and confusion. Thankfully rather than trample the crowd parted around them. People pressing their newly softened figures against the wall of the corridor to make room. Of course, this meant for Cameron and I we’d have an opening to fatten each other. I tapped my shield up and wondered what to do. There was no point in wasting energy trying for raw size. But I still didn't have a method to beat her. “You really only do this because it brings you pleasure” I asked her as my brain began to formulate a simple and obvious answer. “Yeah...I’m sort of a reverse bhuddist, I don’t really get why anyone wouldn’t do what’d make them happy” she shot back oddly meditative amidst the chaos. “Like for me right now that’ll be turning you into more of a blimp than you already are” she added for extra points and drew her phone. An action I matched her.

I felt the vibration from my phone as her blast connected with my shield. While across the way I got to appreciate the sight of my own magic working wonders on Cameron. The last hint of her abs faded away as her gut began to push out slightly over her waistband. The chest above it began to fill out as well forming the beginning of a bust for her silhouette. The twins made almost luridly visible by the tightness of her sweatshirt. But I wasn’t watching her breasts just to see them get bigger. She went to presumably tap me with her phone again, but hesitated arm shaking. Two nubs formed on her bare breasts as her nipples hardened to points. Her cheeks became flush and in her moment of hesitation she forgot to fire. “If it’s pleasure you want.... let’s see how much it takes before we have the change the swim team mascot to a whale” I asked her taking advantage of her momentary distraction to soften her again, with an added surge of pleasure. Her figure softening further as those tits became pronounced from her figure noticeably wobbling due to the lack of support as they swelled. Her thighs beginning to lose perfect definition and become soft, pulling her lycra pants skin tight and baring the line of her thong to the world. Given how her booty softened up I’m sure the thong in question was beginning to get quite wedged into some presently very sensitive areas. Adding to the pleasure apparent on her face.