Chapter 154 - #154 /the victor/

I had won, Cameron's ghost mode induced shift confirmed it. Nevertheless, I staggered a little out of stress and felt my recently thickened rear and back fat almost envelop the bouts loser. “Are you sure you're okay?” she squeaked out in a slightly disgruntled voice. Using my loaded front half, I managed to right myself before I accidentally buried the comparatively small woman beneath the small mountain that my rear had become. It would've been karmic justice seeing as she had shoveled yet more girth into it. But I suspected there would be more than enough karma in her soon to be embarrassment driven existence. I was fully intent on keeping my word. Though her concerned question brought me back down to earth and forced me to acknowledge the elephant in the room other than myself. Outside the evacuating stampede of fattened women seemed to have percolated out leaving us in eerie quiet. There was sure to be a price to be paid for having raised the school’s average weight a solid 40lbs.

“Yeah I think I should be good, just feels like a lot has happened” I told her somewhat honestly. I almost didn’t believe I had beaten her. The witch that had turned fit girls into immobilized blobs and overweight cheerleaders into megaton hogs. I had come out fatter, but still pretty much in the same weight class, it was a borderline miracle. “Yeah seriously, at least now things will be a little more balanced” Cameron chuckled eying her own pot belly from around her chest. “This may sound ironic coming from me, but I'm sure some of those girls will burn it off, I doubt people are going to forget who got there naturally" I teased her. I took immense satisfaction in watching her light up with a blush afterwards. ‘Come on I'm not even that high above the average now" she objected deflecting from my actual point. “Yeah but you're the swim captain” I teased her some more. As drained as I had been feeling post battle, I could feel my mood improving by the second. Toying with Cameron was a delightful reminder that now that she was defeated, I could go back to using L.B.L UP for simply my own pleasure. I could return to the simple games like when I had first schemed to fatten up the cheerleaders. Yet even as I thought about it, I still didn’t feel quite right. I didn’t feel any safer, but I had won.

Whatever was nagging me wasn’t really given a chance to fully form. Instead it was interrupted by the door to the broom closet being swung open suddenly. I was startled to say the least till Paige poked her head around. “Oh wow, seems like you two were up to no good in here huh" the goth mused aloud shooting me a smug wink. “We were just hiding out in here from…. whatever that was” Cameron explained quickly a slight squeak to her voice. It didn’t help her image much that the swim captains hands were still glued to my tush from when she had helped support me earlier. It wasn't exactly her fault, the small size of the room meant likely a double-digit percentage of the squared floor span was butt blubber. “Well at least you got to be comfy, Olive’s getting your other friends, she's thinking if we leave through the fire exit we'll be able to dodge the chaos going on with the evacuation” the hourglass goth explained with a simple confidence. It was a rather tempting offer all things considered.

She led the way as I squeezed my way out of the broom closet with Cameron not far behind. With the sheer width of our waists and hips we presented quite the wall as we waddled through the empty hallways. “Holy Cow, the Cameron has big ol knockers now huh, no ironing board is safe from your wrath” Paige jokingly whispered to me causing me to stifle a macabre laugh. “I’m sure the ghost mode memories for the school's newest manatee are pretty spicy” I whispered back. “Manatee, I figured you’d go for whale?” Paige Inquired with a curious chuckle. “Well she’s not really big enough to be a whale just yet besides “the cow of the sea"" I explained. Earning another confused glance. “The cow….” I said trailing off before cupping my hand under my own oversized udders. “….of the sea" I added as Paige fell into a giggling fit. “Very appropriate, hard to believe she was the final boss up till a few minutes ago" the goth mused with a chuckle. It was a touch mean spirited, but it only would've made Cameron horny anyways if she overheard and understood it.

Before we could playfully bully the former villainess any further however we located the fire escape, and with it our colorful extended friend group. They were easy to spot simply based on square footage alone. The sheer amount of blubber collective between them was big even by the twisted standards of the recent school populace. Next to Doe and Connie, Olive and even Eliza looked almost comically small. I was faced with a somewhat unfortunate revelation as I waddled my approach. Large though they were they were looking none the thicker for having experienced the second incident. This was a good thing in a way. But also meant a simple truth. I was the second fattest out of our group of four. I had been pretending there was still a chance Doe was bigger than me but with Cameron's pile on I well and truly had blown past her. It was almost comical to think about given how I had once pictured myself the skinny or sensually curvaceous feeder of our group. Even Eliza was a little too big for that title. To make matters worse I could feel the gap narrowing between Connie and I. Her gluttony and head start had given her an undeniable lead. But It was shrinking. That thought sent all sorts of nervous buzzy feelings through my brain. Reawakening some body conscious vibes and almost killing my post battle mood.

Almost immediately upon my approach I was heaved into a hug by Eliza. Our thick forms pushing into one another as she pulled me into a squeezing embrace that featured far too much movement to be good natured. It was obvious she was trying to feel out just how much I had put on as a result of my bout. “Come to my place tonight, we’ve got to celebrate, and I’ve got the perfect surprise in mind” my lover whispered into my ears perking me up in all sorts of ways. The sensation of her warm breath on my ears was titillating enough on its own. To say nothing of the fact I genuinely hadn’t been expecting a surprise. Eliza eventually released me from her gropey embrace and the slightly awkward silence was broken. “Anyone here get fat?” Paige asked sarcastically. Breaking the silence and eliciting a musical chuckle from Connie, and a shy blush from Doe. Those two seemed to be more comfortable in each other's personal space than they had been at breakfast. It seemed possible the stress had helped bring them together a little.

“Well Blue might be a bit bigger though it’s hard to tell” Connie propositioned with a tone that indicated that she certainly believed I had. It was more than a little embarrassing to have reached such a level of girth that the amounts I had put on were getting hard to discern. Like relative drops in a bucket of lard. “You were there during the last time as well...” Doe said shooting me and thus second handedly my figure a slightly pitying glance. If it wasn’t for ghost mode, I supposed that might’ve been kind of suspicious. “Look all that’s important is that It’s over now right, though I think it might be for the best if we exit stage left, I hear the press is already gathering outside, and the bigger the girl the more focused the camera lens” Olive tried to explain. Connie however licked her lips a little perhaps hungry for the attention. “Hey if you weren’t affected that’s basically stolen valor” Doe warned her and gave the greedy latina a slap on the back fat. Resulting in some chuckling from the rest of us. Ironically it was one of their more affectionate interactions in a while.

In fact, I was beginning to wonder if they might’ve needed some alone time together. Since Eliza was going to be setting up her surprise, I'd be a rather wide third wheel back at home. And If my figure was going to expand, I figured I might as well extend my friend group as well. Besides Olive looked gorgeous as ever. So, for once in my life I decided to make an extroverted decision. “You know I’m actually kind of in the mood to relax for a bit...you know any good coffee shops?” I asked Paige and Olive curiously. Earning me a slightly unexpected chuckle. “Would I have you believe I know just the place?” the goth girl offered wrapping her chubby arm in mine and causing me to turn just the slightest bit scarlet as her cleavage swallowed up almost my entire arm. I could almost swear I noticed a flash of a jealous glance from Eliza. “Are you guys interested in coming along?” Olive asked Connie and Doe. “We appreciate the offer, but we’ve got uh...a thing to talk about” Connie smoothly rejected the offer with an unusual hint of shyness on her face. It seemed the duo was on the same wavelength I was.

Cameron meanwhile got into a muttered conversation with Eliza that featured lots of chuckling and poking. While I had been distracted with micromanaging our social circle, she had already begun pushing her captain's newfound buttons. Sometimes I could swear her fetish sense was preternatural. Of course, I hadn’t fully started paying off my deal with the once dangerous rival. I’d be looking to see to it sooner rather than later. With our seeming party split in mind we collectively squeezed our ways out of the fire escape. Making sure to take turns to avoid any unfortunate incidents of people getting stuck. Out front a voyeuristic chaos was raging as many overweight gals waddled their way out into a prepared paparazzi. With popped buttons and torn seams ensuring a plethora of money shots. It was less dramatic than either of the previous blob creating incidents but that only made it better for the media. Especially in one of the vainest cities in the world.