Chapter 157 - #157 /the enemies reward/

“So...” Paige begun to whisper. Her breath hot on my ears. “Can I see it do something?” she asked me curiously, a borderline fiendish look on her face. That question had been somewhat inevitable. “Nope” I told her flatly. “Seriously, we’re big butt buddies aren’t we” she asked me shaking her hips a little and causing the couch to release a preemptive death rattle. “Maybe...but there’s a notable difference in size” Olive chided in reminding me of her presence once again. “Well you’re right about that” Paige argued with a hint of pride in her voice. “Anyways, maybe a change in angle will help convince me, I need another coffee” she said shooting Paige a meaningful glance. The heavy hourglass of a girl nodded astutely and heaved herself up with a grunt of effort. Pausing to suck from the straw rising out of her cleavage that had miraculously stayed in place. As I watched Paige's rear jiggle with every waddling step, I was near certain hers was bigger. Though it was admittedly hard to tell when comparing it to something behind my point of view.

I had been somewhat dreading Paige leaving, as it left me along with the distractingly attractive red head. I was expecting to have to make small talk, or to be teased about the clearly scandalous nature of what me and Paige were up to. But the French girl seemed completely absorbed in what she was doing typing away on her keyboard with a rapid pace. Her eyes almost intense in their focus. I supposed she wasn’t such a normie after all. Idly my eyes drifted around the café and noticed someone staring across at Olive as well. It seemed I wasn’t the only one interested. Megan was her name, and as a result of my actions during The Power Test she was pretty fat indeed. Not as fat as me much to my own chagrin, but undeniably rather large. I doubted her reputation as a klutzy embarrassment magnet was helped by the bigger rack and gut she was sporting. Certainly, if Olive noticed her, I was sure I’d see the blondes infamously rosy cheeks. Her being a disaster lesbian would have explained quite a few things. Yet I had to admit the sheer amount of staring she was giving the red head was a tad surprising.

The sight of her brought me back to thinking about the tests I had done that had fattened up the school populace. It had been nothing short of a training montage. Cameron was defeated because of it. Yet the bout itself had been incredibly short. I would’ve thought that the former villain's entry into ghost mode unawareness would’ve helped my lack of satisfaction. But I still just couldn’t shake that off feeling. I needed closure. I wondered If perhaps seeing her go through some stuff similar to what she had inflicted on others would set my uneasiness to rest. Seeing her driven to the state of embarrassing humiliating gluttony she had inflicted on others. As I settled onto attempting to stuff my negative feelings into Cameron, Paige returned, gently and tenderly placing a coffee down within reach of Olive before plummeting down on top of the couch, and thus my sides, like a comet. “Wait...you’re trying to break the couch aren’t you...” I accused her, recalling her shamefast tendencies. “Maybe...maybe just a little bit” she said sticking her tongue out cheekily. “Even if you did, I’d be half responsible, and besides, you wouldn’t be able to see it...do stuff” I whispered to her. I took quite a bit of satisfaction in watching her light up with degenerate glee.

I targeted Cameron in the files section. It had been cut off before because she was a L.B.L Up user but now it seemed declassified. There honestly wasn’t much of interest, beyond her weight of 175lbs and its relative tininess. That and the fact she was listed as “curious” with regards to whether she had a gaining fetish. In truth a gaining fetish was secondary, what she really needed was a lust for humiliation. The good news was she was already there. I figured she just needed a bit of reinforcement, and some extra poundage as karma for her previous bad behavior. On the live feed she looked to be in an uber, likely on her way home. What’s more she had familiar company. We had a bird's eye view of the back of the cab and I’d have recognized that rack anywhere. It seemed Eliza was done with her shopping. I could just about make out a pink bag stuffed beneath the seat in front of her. But her boobs obscured anything I might’ve seen beneath them. I paused, I would’ve liked to have audio. Before I could even vocalize that request, Paige plugged in a pair in a pair of ear buds offering me the left ear. “Don’t worry they’re well sound proofed” she reassured me with a wink. It seemed this wasn’t the first time Paige had wanted to listen to something inappropriate in public. “Not that she can hear much of anything when she gets like that” Paige muttered affectionately, with a glance at her overly focused companion.

Of course, the app was already booted up with the full spread of fun toys available. “So, where's the button to make her fatter” Paige whispered with excitement and neigh villainous intent. I knew exactly where that button was. Unfortunately, I was out of energy from the actual bout of facing her. “Oh, come on, no need to rush it, haven’t you ever heard of delayed gratification” I asked the goth gal as I clicked on the hunger button instead. On the screen we saw and heard Cameron’s middle let out a growl and audible gurgle of hunger, that elicited a blush from the once confident captain. I noticed Eliza perk up a little in her chair. “We just ate on the way here you know?” she asked but her tone was leading and loaded, it seemed she was already in on it. “Yeah I mean I’m still pretty full but...” Cameron explained biting her lip a little out of embarrassment and rubbing her stomach. “But you’re that much of a glutton you need to eat again already, that’s fine I totally get it” Eliza said with a Cheshire cat grin and gently prodded Cameron’s middle much to the other girl's embarrassment.

After a few moments and some sound of rummaging a hand off screen past the starving swimmer a bag of potato chips. There was an audible pop as she practically ripped the thing in half and begun cramming it into her face. Cheese dust smearing slightly on her cheeks as she basically poured the bag against her maw. She wiped her hand against the ill-fitting top of her shirt leaving slightly lewd fingerprints of dust over her left tit. I could tell by looking at her that Eliza and Cameron had definitely stopped for takeout along the way. The swim captains' figure was still fresh in my mind and her gut was jutting out just a bit further than usual. She had really stuffed her face. I was somewhat disappointed I had missed that scene, but I knew how to make up for it. “You wanted her fatter?...check this out” I told Paige doing my best to keep some degenerate pride out of my voice. I increased the efficiency of the digestion till it was high enough to take up half my energy. With a satisfied smile I clicked the button and watched her grow.

One bag of potatoes chips and a single take out stuffing. Gluttonous but surely not a figure wrecker on most days. L.B.L however saw to it that those simple gluttonous indulgences paid off dramatically. Her gut wobbled out and swelled in a jiggling display. Filling out the space beneath her tits, even as they also swelled outwards, straining her top and thrusting away from her body as an oversized prow. Her face softened and developed the clear start of a double chin. Even as top heavy as she was, her thighs began to undeniably chafe. “Fuck me, that’s 20lbs” Paige whispered in a frantic squeal. I wondered what she was talking about till I noticed Cameron’s weight. It seemed a fitting number for her to gain given it was pretty close to what she had inflicted on me. “Seriously if you keep eating like that, you’re going to get way too fat, even more so than you a” Eliza said elbowing Cameron in the expanded tit idlily a sadistic smirk on her face. “You’re still fatter than me though...” the captain objected but it was clear based on the wavering in her voice, Eliza had the advantage.

It seemed the ingredients were gathered. All I needed to do was turn up the heat. I eased up the swim captain's arousal as the bullying began. The girls thicker thighs beginning to grind into one another as she began to fidget in the face of Eliza’s teasing. “I mean I’m a bench warmer and that’s not changing anytime soon, but you’re the captain, and you’re the second most out of shape” my silver haired lover teased her prey. “I haven’t gotten any bigger recently” Cameron practically panted. “Yeah right...look at this” Eliza smirked, grasping a literal handful of her captain's middle and causing her to release a high-pitched groan. “If your swimsuit size is off by this much, you’ll be arrested for indecent exposure” my lover teased grasping and squeezing that handful of blubber, Cameron was pretty much the color of strawberries. I leaned back and watch the show. I was pretty much out of energy for L.B.L Up but Eliza likely didn't need the help. She could’ve taught a masterclass on teasing and with Cameron sealed in a car with her, I doubted our former villainess would be able to think of anything but humiliation for months to come.

“Eh...she’s a good...but I’ve had better” Paige said though she was still clearly enjoying the show. “Seriously, you really don’t vibe with her at all huh?” I questioned the goth, since even for me, someone who wasn’t necessarily all that into that stuff, it was pretty much working. “I dunno I guess it’s because she seems... like she’s too okay with her being fat.... she lacks the venom for it” Paige said, I was admittedly somewhat happy to hear my lover be called too sweet. But it was surprising. And as I began to pay more attention, I did notice something was a bit off with her usual teasing facade. I just couldn’t quite place it.