Chapter 152 - #152 /the second incident 003/

Cameron was in a bit of a stupor. Her eyes were dilated with pleasure and in the all-consuming tides of the crowd a weakness in her knees was made all the more obvious. She was downright flustered, the blush on her face enhanced by a slight roundness to her cheeks. She swung her phone up to once again try and blast me but stopped with a moan as a girl staggered into her back. The girls gut pressing into her back and butt seemed a little overwhelming for poor Cameron. The breathy girl finding her newly expanded breasts pushed into the back of the girl in front of her. Her sensitive body sandwiched between two of the girls. “I know it’s not as much of a threat for you since you don’t have that great a figure, but some of us don’t want to get out of shape” the girl she had bumped into protested. Cameron blinked in surprise perhaps confused that I had switched to ghost mode for her gains. I’m sure it was perturbing for her, the feeling of not being on top of the bodily pecking order. Though based on the look on her face having her body squeezed between two attractive girls wasn’t the worst sensation in the world.

I of course exploited her moment of weakness to thicken her some more. I poured poundage and pleasure onto her frame in equal measure. Leaving Cameron to moan as she expanded outwards with adipose. The bust of her once flat chest expanded and pressed harder into the back of the woman in front of her. Now a full blown and quite noticeable rack, she was almost busty. Her gut rounded to of course, overflowing her waistband slightly, inches from filling what little space remained free between Cameron and the skinnier stranger. The girl behind her wasn’t left out either. The swim captain's fatter ass swelled to accommodate. Her thighs were granted a slight wobble as she attempted to grind them into one another. Cameron no longer looked the part of composed carnivorous swim captain. Instead she was out of shape girl with a somewhat impressive chest. More suited for lounging on the couch than swimming laps.

“Could you get your fat cow tits off of me” the skinnier girl objected as she was pushed forward by the sudden presence of Cameron’s breasts. The plumper swim captain looked like she might’ve been about to object. But was cut off by some staggering from the girl behind her. The slightly belly heavy woman clearly not used to her new proportions and off balance. Sandwiching Cameron deeper between two soft places. The once tight figured girl unable to help herself from grinding against the woman who had recently insulted her. “God between you and that other fat breasted blonde the swim team is such an embarrassment” the skinnier girl continued to berate Cameron who was practically drooling. The full extent of Cameron’s thicker figure pushed between the two women applying pressure to all the most sensitive areas. Slowly I could see her cracking beneath the pleasure and humiliation of the insults. Her mind becoming almost blanked with pleasure. I did my best to remember the thin girls face for later, after all she had made fun of Eliza as well. But in that moment, I couldn’t think of anyone better to taunt my foe. You could practically chart the pleasure building on Cameron’s face. She was just as stuck as I had been and it felt good to be on top.

I blinked a few times as my firing profile was suddenly obscured by a surge of thickness that dislodged buttons and tore seams. A fairly innocuous if slightly thick girl next to me had exploded upwards in size. Her hips and gut physically pushing people away from her as they swelled. In a sudden unexpected flash of mana, she went from simply out of shape to a full-blown porker. Reigniting the panic in the crowd as many girls tried to space out away from her. In the process I got tangled up with a few women. As they staggered back into my gut and pushed against me from the side. Restricting my movements because of my girth and pushing me around. It reminded me just how fat I was. Even in a sea of predominantly out of shape girls I stood out in my fatness. That brief hot flash of embarrassment took me off target. I realized with a struggling glance that I had completely lost track of Cameron. The skinny girl who had been insulting her however, was easy to spot.

Her body had expanded with so much blubber it reduced her clothes to almost nothing. She was so girthy she filled out the space Cameron had occupied, and it was now her with the middle heavy gal pressed against her. About equal with my own flabby frame. I balked at the simple terrifying fact that Cameron could hit a lot harder if she wanted to. I felt a familiar sensation of soft blubber expanding into my body and I flinched as my head was pushed to the side by the overwhelming boob flesh presented by one of the former class rooms examiner. Next to me two the girls pressed against my blubber began to expand as well. Growing with a tremendous pace. Within seconds I went from being surrounded by mostly light but panicked girl, to being swaddled by blubber on all sides. I found myself almost buried beneath the oversized mass of their collective growth spurts. Up to my neck in soft, giving, blubbery flab with my head nestled between two heinously plump breasts. It happened so fast I was almost dizzied by it all. It was suddenly buried in a pillow fort of flabby girls all panickily trying to press through the tight crowds. My body stimulated by all that jiggling flesh in motion.

I managed to spot Cameron briefly through the crowd of panicked porkers, the bright color of her strained top once more giving her way. Though her cheeks were an even deeper shade of red by that point. She pointed her phone across at me and I found myself wrestling against the squeezing pressure of the blubber on all sides. Compressed by fat on all sides much like I had been during the first incident. I felt the blast connect and with it my body starting to expand. My shield vanishing with a violent phone vibration. Her overwhelming and more reckless blasts seemed capable of knocking my shield down with gains to spare. I felt my blubber pushing and pressing against the already tight confines of my clothes. I noticed the extra inch of blubber as it swelled into the surrounding tides of flab presented by the other girls. It wasn’t as much as she had put on me while I was in the class room. But it was enough to pose a serious threat. In another hit I’d be out of the running for the game. I needed to end things.

I stopped dead in my tracks and felt the various women bunch up behind me. As road blocks went I was a pretty wide one. With that single break in tempo I swung my girthy form through the crowd. I really wasn’t sure how Mindy did it with a straight face. Because for me throwing my weight around was an incredibly embarrassing experience. All those people pushing against my soft body, the sensation of them sinking slightly into my blubbery frame. It all emphasized how big I was in ways that had me too embarrassed to speak. Cameron due to being incredibly distracted by the constantly flurry of people touching her sensitive plumper body, was a tad distracted. Distracted enough that she didn't catch my change in pacing. Or my charge through the crowd. So, you can imagine her surprise when she felt my arms wrap around her doughier middle from behind. An impressive feat given my own gut was in the way.

She let out a sudden and embarrassingly thirsty moan at my sudden contact. “You feel this, this is how it feels to be a big fat girl, to be made fun of for being such a huge whale” I whispered into her ear as I began to play with her gut from behind. I wouldn’t have been so brazen or so rude on a usual basis. But Cameron was my nemesis, the woman responsible for so many problems in my life. To say nothing of all the demeaning things she had said about me. It was important to my plan but it felt damn good to let it out as well. “Why should I be embarrassed...it’s your fault I’m this big” she protested her voice breathy as the crowd continued to push us forward. To enraptured with escape to notice our conflict. “They don’t know that, as far as they’re concerned, you’re Cameron, the chubby swim captain who wears swim suits that are much too brazen for a girl as fat as she is” I whispered into her ear. Cameron muttered a curse word under her breath and I felt her start to grind up against me from behind. Desperate for relief from the pleasure flooding her body.

“You’re not even the fattest club in this school, and they’re already that rude to you” I muttered into her ear and earned a grunt of pleasure as I continued to massage her gut. “You’re the captain, can you imagine how bad they’d be if you were actually the fattest member of your own team” I whispered further. I let my hands drift further up north I was on the preface of the final battlefield. I just needed one last push, or squeeze as the case was. I kneaded her bloated tits for a little bit to let my point sink in further. Cameron went slack in my arms and sank a bit into my blubber as she surrendered herself to her overbearing pleasure. I had never been gladder to have a busty and sexually experienced girlfriend. Not that either of those things was ever a negative. Suddenly my prey tensed up and I felt her dig her heels in. I found myself tugged to the side as she knocked me off balance and turned. Grabbing me by my gut and beginning to push me back. She had pulled the same feint I had. To my surprise as I was pushed into the wall I felt a door swing back and my fat ass landed on the other side. I felt shelves brush against my hips. Cameron loomed above me, phone in hand. As we found ourselves in a very familiar broom closet.