Chapter 153 - #153 /the win condition/

With the two of us squeezed into the closet, there would be no further fattening for the crowd of panicked students. For all intents of purposes, the second incident had come to a close. With its two sources staring one another down, in the beginnings of their final confrontation. I felt a palpable aura of melodrama. After all this was the very same room where I had met her for the first time. Not counting some exchanges glances on the bus. It was only in that closet, where the confident predatory woman had cornered my almost nude flabby self, that we had come to understand one another. Just like we had been that day. I was below her, on the ground staring up at her with her gaze settled fiercely on my fat body. She held the advantage in the game given our positions. She was one strike away from finishing me off, and It seemed I was out of tricks. Yet for all the similarities the situation held, there were some notable changes as well. Significant, visible clothes straining changes.

Cameron was a chubby girl. Not quite big enough to be described as fat, especially when compared to some of her peers. But bearing a sizable enough pot belly that calling her curvy would’ve been generous to say the least. Her figure spoke to laziness and overconsumption, it’s soft pudding like constitution making a mockery of her hours of work exercising. Her once flat aerodynamic chest bulged with two blubber bloated breasts. They protruded far from her frame, rising and falling with each breathy pant, practically bouncing and jiggling due to her lack of a bra. Her nipples poking out through the fabric. There was none of the predatory sleekness left in the girl. Instead a wobbling middle and flushed cheeks gave her the impression of a girl without willpower. A slave to her pleasures. “Looks like I snagged a hog” she taunted me with a toothy grin. The effect made less menacing by a quivering wobble in her thighs.

I meanwhile had managed to blow up even bigger since the last time we had confronted one another. Between the process of saving Penny and Deena and Cameron’s own work in battle I had bloated even bigger. While ghost mode would’ve protected some people from noticing my sky rocketing girth. Cameron would surely have noticed. She would’ve been aware that I had been an anemic, skinny nerd up until mere months prior. I’m sure by contrast I must’ve look liked a ball of pale of pale pudding. With my fat gut and my ass filling chair. Even after all the work I had put into plumping her up, I was still easily twice Cameron’s size. Next to me she looked almost as fit as she was before she got fattened up. The closet had been too small for me even when Eliza and I had first used it. But it was even worse now that I was bigger. Whichever way she had shoved me in I could feel my hips being pushed into by shelves on both sides. I was wedged in, my oversized ass almost too wide for the closet all together. “Lucky you, you’ve got the body of a girl who just loves pork” I drawled back sarcastically.

“That’d be much more stinging coming from a girl who seems to have gotten blue hair dyed, confused with a blue ribbon at the county pig fair” Cameron roasted me back. As she did, she stepped closer to me and bent over slightly. Her bust wobbled and bounced and I got a full uncensored view of it down her shirt as she grabbed my phone off the ground. I did my best not to register any annoyance or fear. It wasn’t too hard, it wasn’t like there was anything in my phone that could really save me. I was almost out of energy to begin with. “So, this is what caused all that trouble over the past while...well the trouble you caused anyways” Cameron taunted leaning slightly against the shelf. There were some clear signs of sweat around her top, one bead drizzled down her gut. It occurred to me her heavy breathing might not have been entirely due to her arousal. After all she wasn’t exactly in shape anymore. It had been a surprisingly straining bout. Some part of me was glad to be off my feet. Even if I’d rather not be stuck due to my wide load.

“You know.... people used to compare me and you because of you know” she said gesturing at her oversized chest. “Well how they used to be, not how they are now” she corrected herself with an odd note to her voice as she squeezed them absentmindedly. Her anecdote becoming derailed as she got side tracked with her own self pleasure. “Back before I got the app” she explained with a dismissive hand gesture. “Everyone would talk about you and Eliza, the two busty...and definitely probably gay gal pals”” Cameron narrated breathily. “I swear blondies bustline got bigger the more attention she got” the swim captain continued. There was no bitterness in her voice though she was simply narrating the fact. “But you took the cake, since you had the “cake”” she said gesturing towards her own butt and wincing upon realizing it had gotten pretty big in its own right. “You looked like you were lapping up the attention” she elaborated. “So, you can imagine my surprise when I download this app, and I remember that there was a time when people used to talk about us as the Flat Is Justice brigade” she continued with a chuckle.

“So, you were bitter that you had small tits” I asked beginning to get as confused and off topic as she was. “No fat ass, I could see just how much trouble tits could cause a girl from little miss flotation devices” she explained referring to Eliza. “My point is that you seemed like you were having a really great time, I didn't get it” she explained kicking her feet a bit. “Sure, the app was fun, but you went from a dour anti-social, confrontational bitch, to a bombshell social butterfly with a “vast” friend group...with a big dumb smile on your face” she elaborated. “Even when you started getting fat it didn't seem to affect you too much, sure you got embarrassed, but never as depressed as you back then” she elaborated. “This though, this explains it” she muttered panting. It was clear what she was referring to. Her thighs hadn’t stopped grinding together since she had started standing still. The pitch of her voice was breathy and unnecessarily high in places. I was pretty sure if I had hit her with another blast of pleasure, she would’ve been humping the shelf. “Is this how it is for a degenerate like you all the time?” she asked me curiously.

“Pretty much yeah” I informed her simply beginning to see my opening. “Well I got my answer, and a pair of tits in the bargain” she explained leveling her phone at me with shaky hands. It seemed she had run out of villain monologue. I waited till she started moving her hand before I spoke up. “You know if you beat me, you’ll never feel that pleasure again” I told her and the swim captain blinked a few times and hesitated from pushing the button. “You’ll never feel squeezed and stuck while someone else fattens your body up” I elaborated. “Nobody will ever tease you knowing how skinny you used to be in contrast to how big you are now” I told her. “Hell, people might just leave you alone altogether as of recently you’re about average for our school” I argued further with a leaning tone in my voice. Cameron hesitated her breath catching in her voice. No doubt reliving the peaks and highs she had experienced during our brief bout. “But if don’t beat you I’ll lose the app” she elaborated, but it was clear I was in her head.

“Would that even be such a bad thing?” I asked her pushing it further. I had to turn the tables. Cameron hesitated again in rapt attention to me. No doubt her horny mind racing to fantasize about any possibility I could provide her with pleasure. “With the app you don’t make ghost mode memories anymore, you’ll never remember all the teasing you got when you first started fattening up” I elaborated spinning her my tale. “You’ll never remember being responsible for your filling waistline...not to mention you’ll get all the memories of the big breasted girl you’ve become I even got a nickname out of it” I told her pushing her further I could see her free hand pawing at her waist band. “But I’m not a degenerate like you...I wouldn’t get off on this stuff...unless you were using whatever weird tool you used to make me like this” she practically moaned in response strengthening her resolve. “With one perk I can make you the biggest perv of them all” I told her. “You’ll be so horny from your own size and apatite you’ll spend your old club time just getting off” I sold her pushing her harder. She winced and let out a moan.

“How do I know you’ll do that, with how ghost mode works I doubt I’ll even remember this conversation if I lose” Cameron muttered but It was clear she was sold on the idea. There were plenty of logical arguments but there was a simple fact. All Cameron wanted out of the app was pleasure, it was all she cared about. Me winning was going to provide her with a lot more than if she won. “You’ve put 30lbs on me, insulted my girlfriend, to say nothing of the rest of the stuff you’ve done...” I told her with a simple but strong edge to my voice. Cameron hesitated for a few moments and took her phone in both hands and leveled it at me. Biting her lower lip heavily all the while. With no certainty I had won her over I winced preemptively and shut my eyes. I heard a phone vibrate. Then silence and quiet. “Are you stuck down there?” a voice asked and I opened them up. My rival was looking down at me with a slightly shy look on her face. “Pretty much yeah, you know how it is for big girls like us” I informed her casually. “Hey I’m not big like you are, I’m just between seasons” Cameron objected with a blush reaching down. She helped pull me to my feet. My ass dislodged some stuff from the shelves on my way up. I grabbed my phone from where she had left It and popped it open. “Winner, enemy forfeited the match” it said in big capital letters. I was so relived I almost fell right back on my ass.