Chapter 172 - #172 /the redhead 5/

We lay in bed together for a while, Eliza and I. Despite very arousing things having happened we were both just a tad too emotional to really get anything going under the covers. In truth we both may have just needed the time for it to fully settle in. My lover fidgeted the whole, time, poking podding and squeezing herself, making testing attempts to sit up and by and large failing. In time though it became clear that she was pretty much exhausted all over and she passed out a mere fifteen minutes after her explosive overgrowth. Leaving me to quietly process while I watched her sleep. Somewhere along the line I had gotten so wrapped up in what was going on, or so complacent that I had completely forgotten that she was just a girl. A very confident girl mind you. But nevertheless, a person with her own insecurities just like I had. It seemed that her day had pretty much been as busy as mine. Sure, I had fought Cameron with my perception of reality on the line, but the once terrifying seeming villainess had gone down relatively easy. Leaving me in peace time. Even if it had ended on a emotional heartstring tugger. Celebrating, with stupidly hedonistic drunken debauchery had been a lot of fun. I had a lot to celebrate. Snuggled up with my massive full body pillow of a lover I was slowly lulled to sleep, by happy thoughts and my comfortable position. So much so that I forget, that sleeping brought with it dreams. And with dreams, came memories of the missing week of my life.

As I slept, red runes flooded the darkness of my vision, flickering shifting, the same as the source code of L.B.L UP. Alien yet familiar to someone who knew programing. I could just about make out lines, an order of operation of sorts. Those sorts of things are rather important when coding. I could see the first line. I obtained the app on an otherwise normal evening. The second line, I used it, recklessly happily and shamelessly. The third line, the apps update arrived, with an invitation for a date I quite literally couldn’t resist complying too. The fourth line, I met a red headed girl for dinner at a bar for witches, we flirted, we played, we fiercely competed. In the fifth line we dated one another, though she fattened me constantly much to my pleasure, we did what lovers do, we went to the beach and ate ice cream. In the sixth we met a goal, I was enormous and immobilized a fact we celebrated. In the seventh line I was utterly subservient to her, an oversized toy for her to fatten for her amusement, utterly immobile with no other purpose but to grow. The eight line, was a total mess, scrambled and unreadable. Yet somewhere within that glitchy bugged mess, an image began to form.

I was immense a blob of a woman, a corpulent hill of overindulged blubber. My mistress straddled my massive gut. I had just climaxed for her and begged her for more. It was seconds after the very first dream I had experienced. A fact that was just outside of my ability to understand or comprehend. Yet looking up at my mistress her perfect curves and long red hair, she didn't look happy, instead on her face was a soft disappointed frown. “You’ve completely given yourself over to me haven’t you” she asked me. But her tone sounded less than pleased. “Yes Mistress” I answered unabated, blue runes dancing across my vision. She tapped her finger idlily on my gut for a few moments before a speculative look crossed her face. She climbed down from on top of me. I watched mesmerized by her body as she approached the other side of the room and threw on a button up shirt, albeit not buttoning it. Before switching on the high-class coffee maker in the corner of our room. “What are you doing?” I asked her the blue runes in my vision flaring up again. “Well I can’t think till I’ve had my coffee” she explained as she tossed some sugar into her mug. “What do you need to think about?” I asked her further confused both by the sudden shift in tone and the look on her face. “I need to figure out why” she said simply as she finished stirring her brew.

“You are Deena Anthra, daughter of a notoriously litigious and often distant business man who acts as CEO of Vast Ocean Solutions, a tech company with its hands in every aspect of modern life” my Mistress sat with one slender leg crossed over the other. The statements factual in nature. “Y-yes” I answered simply unaware what she was getting at. “You lost your mother at an early age, and your eldest sister didn't so much go off the rails, but was more...never on them to begin with, she ran away and studied the esoteric arts in England” she continued. “Your father remarried, to another woman, Ophelia Miel, who had a daughter from a previous relationship, she was rude, bossy, loud and unwanted” my mistress concluded. All the while she had begun typing on a laptop on her desk. It was clear she wasn’t reading off the laptop. It was all memorized. On her screen I could see runes flickering. Though not quite with the same intensity as the blue ones clouding my vision. “When you acquired the power to do so, you used the app on them, and later others who had wronged you, destroying their figures, playfully sexily and decisively” she said true affection bleeding in during that last sentence.

“Yeah...that’s me” I told her me voice unusually uneven in its tone. “So why when we first met were you so fat...and such a pushover” she asked me dismissively as her typing continued. Her gaze focused in on the runes on her screen, no longer even making eye contact. “You’re just better than me....as for my size...” I started to defend myself but found myself trailing off. The blue runes clouding my vision were becoming jarring and intensely distracting. “I thought that’s what you wanted....” I said my voice layered with an almost robotic esoteric quality. My vision entirely obscured by blue runes. “Yeah I thought that’s what happened...” she said gritting her teeth slightly and beginning to rub her brow a little. She leaned back in her chair and looked speculatively at the ceiling, as if assessing what to do next. “I programmed it to find her...not find someone already perfect and then bend her to incorrect criteria” she muttered her tone laced with annoyance. “She’s perfect....so why is this the one time I screw up” my mistress added staring at the screen.

“Still nothing that can’t be fixed...a waste of time at worst” she elaborated and slowly she stood from her chair crossing the room towards me. Distractingly beautiful, totally proud with her chest held high she smiled a rather unique smile at me. It wasn’t smug, nor confident, it was something closer to absolute certainty, terrifying yet somehow also deeply attractive. She climbed across the presiphace of my oversized gut daintily she reached out a hand and touched my forehead with her index finger. As she did the blue lines of code clouding my vision reordered themselves, perfectly into the familiar lines of a programming language. “We’ll take it from the top you and I” she said with a smile. “I’ll erase these memories, plant a little trick so you recognize me...” she said, and I watched as runes began disappearing from the screen. “Then we’ll see each other normally, with some cliché meet cute” she mused aloud. “I’ll make some challenges...have a bit of fun...to ease you in then we’ll really play together” she said as the blue runes began to disappear, different ones taking their place as if she were typing.

My body began to shrink as she worked. The gut she was perched upon gradually diminishing in size. The massive blubber that was weighing me down began to fade away and recede. Blue light began to hang around my immense frame. Illuminating her as she worked. Slowly the memories began to fade, flickering out. The various meals we had shared together, all the food she had stuffed me with, they disappeared along with the tremendous mass their digestion had created. The look on her face as she smiled, the sound of her laughter, all of it faded from my recognition as she worked. Biting her lower lip in earnest hard effort. There was something odd about watching myself shrinking down beneath the size I had become in reality. I slipped beneath the three hundred mark as my body returned to a merely zaftig busty sort of shape. It seemed rather small in retrospective, though it had seemed awfully thick at the time.

I looked across at a pretty red head I didn't recognize. Sitting on a bed I had never felt before. Our gazes met and I tilted my head in curiosity. Wordlessly asking her who she was. She laughed a genuine girly sort of laugh. “I haven’t decided yet...but I hope you’ll like who I choose” she said with a toothy grin which was followed by a sad sigh. Completely disoriented, neither awake or asleep, butt naked with a stranger on a bed, I reached out my hand to her. She glanced at it and laughed. “Let’s play some time.... I promise though...I won’t ever let you win” she said her eyes flashing with a bright red light, red runes overwhelmed my vision. The final memory being erased.

I stared at the ceiling of Eliza’s bedroom. Quiet and contemplative. I didn't even remember waking up. That was the last thing on my mind though. There was another L.B.L UP user, one that certainly wasn’t Cameron. The app had brought me to her and bent me to a shape it thought she would love. But she wanted me, the real me. So, she erased that tainted relationship to start again. I knew her, or rather I must’ve met her since she erased my memories. But somehow, I had salvaged them in my dreams. I was a hot mess of emotions about that revelation. There was a lot to unpack to be certain. But the most prominent thing of all that stood out to me was her continued mention of a desire to play with me. I felt a certainty that a game would begin soon and quietly feared that it had already begun, and I was losing.