Chapter 182 - #182 /the ladies dream/

Immediately a flash of blue runes filled my vision and I realized I had screwed up. My body expanded with the adipose penalty I had tried to shatter the field with. The two beautiful and curvaceous women squeezing and feeling me up allowed me to truly feel the extent of my growth. The extra inches of butt blubber as it pressed back against Tracey’s wandering hands. The extra heft of my gut as it jutted out further over my bikini bottoms. I managed to get the phone close to my face again. Eliza didn't seem to mind me using my phone so long as she could still entertain herself with my blubbery body. I hadn’t thrown a huge surge but given my piercing damage perks I was chilled to see that the energy field hadn’t seemed to have changed at all. It was targetable but it seemed completely unaffected. I wasn’t willing to risk just continuously throwing big numbers till I was as fat as the cheer leaders. I wasn’t going to be able to solve the problem the old fashion way in a direct confrontation. Given my recent experiences with PVP my mind inevitably drifted there. Even if I couldn’t beat them in a pvp match a direct confrontation would at least give me some control over the situation.

The only problem was figuring out who they were. Beyond the past relationship they had tried to erase I knew next to nothing about them, they even could’ve changed their look completely. It occurred to me that I couldn’t even use app related occurrences to profile them since Cameron had been an app user as well. Though I was beginning to think she was less guilty than we had originally anticipated. The only way to tell, would be app related occurrences after she had been beaten, but that was only a day ago. I blinked a few times, a revelation having crossed my mind. Amongst the throbbing music and the comfortable lap pillow I manufactured what I thought was a rather ingenious scheme. I just had to confirm something first to be absolutely certain. For that however I’d need a guinea pig, and I had just the girl to play the part.

“You know Tracey you’ve got a really hot body” I told her glancing over to where the girl was still appraising my tush like an oversized hunk of beef. She shrugged modestly and her bust bounced in an ironically rather immodest fashion in return. It felt odd appreciating it given it was effectively mine, but they were denying it looked really hot. “I mean I think there are plenty of hotter girls around, my curves are nothing much really compared to some of the real beauties” she said her gaze locked firmly on my rear as she kneaded it. “Yeah, I mean, I think Paige is seriously sexy, you’re actually pretty similar since you don’t have very big bellies relative to your sizes, but something about her is just....” I started to say trailing off teasingly. “Oh, I know, the way she bounces and wobbles...did you see how tiny her bikini is” Tracey said licking her lips and squeezing my rear extra tight in a moment of excitement. “I mean she’s okay I guess...” Eliza said with just a hint of scorn in her voice.

“You just don’t appreciate it because you have no respect for balance” I told her chidingly, even with her perceptions altered by ghost mode, I could play her like a fiddle, at least when she wasn’t playing me. “Balance is all well and good, but what’s really good is size, a figure should be dramatic, like, whoomph, a statement" Eliza said in a tone altogether too nerdy for her popular self. It was ironically an argument we had before many times. Given we were fetishists we hadn’t even needed a magical app to coax us into it. “Yeah, but you can’t blame someone like Tracey for idolizing a figure like that I mean if she had a butt that big, It’d be a statement for her” I said in what was the clumsiest incepting of all time. However, it hardly needed to be subtle when it was something Tracey would inevitably think anyways. “Yeah, god I wish I could have a big butt like hers, it’d really complete my figure” she said benignly while fondling my own oversized tush.

Even from my angle I could see and feel her oversized rear expand. She seemed to lift an inch or two higher into the air as her bloated buttocks acted as thicker cushions. I knew Paige's butt well enough to know Tracey’s cheeks would be pressed against the wall when they hadn’t been earlier. That they’d wobble and heave in ways the girl original juicy bubble butt would never have. I couldn’t help but smirk a bit at how well my plan was going. However stressful my lack of control over the situation was I certainly wasn’t as inexperienced and panicked as I had been in the past. “You know I’m curious, why you’re noshing on this butt of mine” I asked her curiously. “Uh, cause it’s super-hot, duh” she told me with an incredulous and confident giggle. “Yeah but yours's is bigger so maybe I should be the one feeling up yours” I shot back and waited. Waited for my lover to spring into action. “You know, they’re pretty close though, what we really need is a comparison” Eliza said licking her lips. Even in ghost mode, with a body confidence borne of years of fake memories as a fat ass my lover could still be relied upon to stick to her interests.

We didn't have the measuring tape, like with all things at the party this would be a messy sloppy affair compared to what we had done at the sleepover. I didn't need specifics, just a bit of certainty. Getting up for the both of us was somewhat of a struggle but we managed to eventually find ourselves rear to rear. The crowd letting out oos of excitement. The staring was constant, along with yells of encouragement and wolf whistles accommodated by camera flashes. Under normal circumstances I would’ve been deeply embarrassed, but at the time I had to focus on more important things. Namely the feeling of my butt pressed up against Tracey’s. The real relevant information was how it compared to Paige's. The goths tush was a little wider, and a little bit rounder, mine were very shapely but they had a certain boulder like quality to them, while Paige's lower cheeks were perfectly globular borderline isometrically spherical perfection. I could feel that mine were bigger. It wasn’t just the extra girth from the deflected energy either. I had been thicker than that before and I knew it. Eliza declared me to be the impromptu victor much to the crowd's glee. In spite of myself I couldn’t help but let a little of that bottled embarrassment creep in.

More so than embarrassment I felt a certain sense of purpose. My ass had been bigger than Paiges. The only problem was that when I had checked my measurements at the coffee shop that hadn’t been the case. Meaning someone had overheard Olive’s conversation about our butt sizes and decided to make that reality. There was an obvious and logical suspect. Megan, the soft girl was the absolute opposite of how I would’ve expected my former mistress to present herself. A fact which somehow made her all the more suspicious. To say nothing of the fact she had been continuously popping up places suspiciously lately. She was even at the party meaning she could be easily confronted. All I’d have to do was get to her, but that in itself presented an issue. Seeing as I swamped on all sides by fat admirers who were desperate to get their hands, on what had been declared the fattest ass in the room. I was like a half priced flat screen on black Friday, though there was nothing flat about my frame anymore. Girls were drunkenly falling over themselves to grab at me. I also needed to make sure Eliza, Penny and in particular Tracey, weren’t another girl talk away from bloating themselves massive out of a lust for hotter bodies.

Admist the sea of pawing skinny girl I found something that almost resembled an answer. “You know girls, this comp-” I started to say but was cut off as one particularly adventurous girl snapped the back of my bikini top. A deed which was followed by squeals of joy at how my backfat rippled. “This competition was just the start, you see we’re going to be throwing a poll, you’ve got to vote on who you think has the best body in the school, but you can’t say who you’re voting for, just write your vote on your bikini tops and leave them in a pile, they’ll be counted later” I called out loudly doing my best to sound assertive. I was met by a sea of loud squealing of joy, including somewhat ironically from Eliza. I couldn’t help but think one of those perks I didn't recognize was making people susceptible to suggestion. I supposed I’d ask Megan once I found her.

A desperate wave of stripping took place, with girls discarding their modesty with a blasé attitude that wouldn’t have been possible at a normal party. Though they were quite drunk. There was a search for a marker that inevitably dissolved into more groping. I had a feeling they’d be too busy with the election to chat too much about how they wished their bodies looked. But it was a band aid fix, what I really needed was to find Megan and do...something. Preferably before my lover decided Penny’s rack was a thing of beauty, she wanted for herself. Though I had to acknowledge it was pretty sexy image. As I waddled away, I couldn’t help but get transfixed on the strangeness of my lover without ghost mode awareness. Her extreme confidence with physical intimacy and pride in her figure. But also, the loss of connection in not being able to discuss the app with her. For better or worse, I really couldn’t wait to get her out of the upgraded ghost mode field.