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On 12/31/2020 at 1:18 PM, Mr.Grignard said:

I have a sneaking suspicion the officer isn’t here for a DUI violation. I just hope Jane doesn’t do anything stupid after her friends did all this to let her escape. Or that her friends decide to start working for the enemy. 

I mean, they don't even know who "the enemy" is, do they? That's what makes this all so risky.

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Hey guys, I've got another chapter for you 😙 I didn't want to to keep you waiting too long, so I'm posting what I got now and will start on the next chapter (the reason these take so long is because I'm in another bodybuilding competition (I won the last one!!) and I have an awesome girlfriend I spend almost all my spare time with (we read chub comics together 🥰) . I haven't forgotten you!

Chapter Sixty-Six

               Julia escorted the girls straight through the campus, swinging her arms casually as my friends kept to her brisk pace. She’d let go of their arms soon after leaving Olds Dorm behind, and I figured there was an unspoken understanding that if anyone broke and ran, they’d have nowhere to run to. I, on the other hand…

               I tugged nervously on the pink hoodie I’d borrowed from Emily’s closet. There were enough students wandering around us for me to be able to tail my friends without seeming unnatural, but if Julia ever turned her head and recognized me, I had no doubt she’d take me too. After all, she knew I was at last night’s party.

               And then Emily tuned around and saw me. Her mouth gaped, then she squinted as she noticed I was wearing her hoodie. I shrugged nervously back at her, and that was the end of our silent conversation because Julia was slowing down.

               They were in front of Central Hall now, standing just behind the Statue of Theodora. It was early morning, so there was dew perspiring against the tree trunk I’d casually walked behind. Wearing such a vibrant pink was the worst possible colour to hide in, so I had to make a point of acting casual. If I could just turn my head and lower my hood just enough, I would be just another student jaywalking across the orchard lawns.

               Then something happened that I hadn’t expected: Zoltan and Buxley came out of Central, stepping quickly down the front steps to meet Julia, who nodded politely to them.

               “Thank you for bringing them,” Miss Buxley said.

               “No worries,” Julia replied, as if expecting them.

               “We’ll be having a word with them. We’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

               “Okay, have a good one,” Julia turned away and spoke into her comm. “Dispatch, this is Eagle Two. I’ve dropped the girls off at Central Hall. Circling back to the Student Union.”

               “Come on, you two,” Zoltan walked behind Emily and began nudging her towards the stairs. “We’re going inside for a little talk.”

               “What are we going to talk about?” Cindy asked nervously as Miss Buxley escorted her. “I don’t know anything about what happened last night – I wasn’t even drinking…”

               “This is way more important than giving drink to minors,” said Buxley. She turned and pointed at the Theodora Statue (and I ducked my head in case she saw my face). “The Statue of Theodora. You’re the Caretaker of Deta Sigma, correct?”

               “Caretaker?”

               “It’s alright to talk,” Zoltan reassured her as she grabbed the front door’s handle. “I was Empress of Kappa Omega.”

               “Did you know that Theodora’s Ring is missing?” asked Buxley.

               Cindy didn’t answer right away, no doubt as overwhelmed by the recent turn of events as I was.

               “Never mind that. We’ll talk this out with the other sorority leaders. They’re coming as we speak.”

               “Now? But what about classes? I got one at eight…”

               “This is more important than that. Something got loose on Biltmore Island, and if we don’t stop it…” Buxley stared down at the slight puff of her belly against her white blouse and black skirt. “… if we don’t stop it, the chaos that happened at that house party will happen again. And worse.”

               The four of them entered Central Hall, and let the double-doors shut behind them.

 

               So shocked was I at the unexpected turn of events that I leaned too hard against the trunk and shook a tree’s worth of raindrops from the fir leaves above me.

               “Shit,” I grumbled, hoping the drops wouldn’t soak to the skin. “Okay, think Jane, think.

               They were going into Central Hall, possibly one of the harder places for me to just sneak into, especially with staff members who were looking for me. Then again, this was monumental. I didn’t know what sort of meeting they were about to have, but one thing was clear: they were onto me, and I needed to figure out just how close they were to the truth.

               So I needed to go in. What were my options? Climbing the drainage pipe was out of the question in broad daylight, not to mention how terrified I was last time I had to use it. The windows weren’t an option either with everyone entering their offices, and I knew that the back door was locked from the outside. That left one option: enter the front door and use the old bathroom-search trick.

               Still, I waited a full thirty seconds before cautiously ascending the steps to enter the heart of Biltmore College. There was no sign of Julia or my friends in the lobby, but bumping into Julia was the last thing I needed, so it was a good trade-off.

               Wait, were they friends…?

               “May I help you?”

               The girl at the front desk looked up from her homework, piercing me with her blue-eyed gaze from under blonde bangs. My jaw dropped at the sight of her, for she’d clearly put on quite a bit of weight in a very short time. She was clearly a victim of the fattening pound-bombs I’d left around Central Hall so many days ago. The sleeves of her yellow blouse were filled with softness that made her arms look like little pillows, and the deep cleavage of her engorged breasts plunged betwixt the straining buttons containing her chest. So tight was her blouse that little rolls of flesh that had grown under her bra were fully outlined.

               “Excuse me?” she frowned. “What do you need?”

               “Oh!” I blushed, trying to stare into her eyes. “Where’s the bathroom? I really need it.”

               “It’s staff only,” she shook her head and her breasts wobbled rebelliously against their cloth prison. “You’ll have to go to Delp Hall.”

               “Please…” I begged.

               Shit, I thought. I don’t have time for this. Time to improvise.

               The flick of my finger was fluid and natural, depositing an ounce of soda down her throat worth ten pounds. She leaned forward, gagging and wheezing as her hands clutched her neck.

               “W-what was that?” she gasped. Through fits of coughing, she started staring down towards her breasts, which jiggled with her every motion. “Wait, what’s happening?”

               The spacing between her buttons began to pry apart as the folds of fat on her sides bent outwards. Titty fat mounted upwards like orbs of bread dough. Her breasts were growing.

               “Ah… oh gawd…” she waved her hands uselessly as her hyperventilating strained her buttons to the limit, until –

               “Ah!” she gasped as a button popped free. Another followed suit.

               Meanwhile, I was rushing down the hall. “I gotta go!” I rushed upstairs. “It’s an emergency, okay? Bye!”

 

               Psst!”

               Lost on the top floor of Central Hall, I glanced hurriedly for the source of the call.

               Jane,” Emily’s voice called. “We’re over here…”

               She was waving at me from a bench outside the Dean’s office, sidled next to Cindy. If she was waving, the coast was clear, right? I walked over.

               “Emily, Cindy,” I knelt by their side to match our eye levels. “I looked all over for you…”

               “Shhh… it’s okay. We’re okay. Right, Cindy?”

               “We’re okay,” Cindy pursed her lips, hand over her new roll of belly fat.

               “So you followed us,” Emily pressed excitedly. “How did you not bump into that cop?”

               “Julia? I mean, uh… I guess if she left, she must’ve been going down the stairs while I was searching the second floor.”

               “Her name is Julia?” Cindy asked curiously.

               “Well, yeah,” I blushed as they both stared at me. “I met her when… when they took me from Jason’s room…”

               “We can talk about that later,” Emily grabbed my arm and leaned close. “Jane, you have to trust me on this one. The staff want us to be in a conference.”

               “A conference?”

               “Yeah. Right in that meeting room over there,” Emily gestured towards a closed door. “I feel like – I know that we’re going to be discussing everything that’s going on, but I’m not sure if you’re invited.”

               “Okay…”

               “That’s why I want you to hide under the conference table. Hide under there and listen.”

               My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my neck. “Under the table?”

               “Don’t worry. Cindy and I went in there and saw everything. There’s enough room in there for you to hide as long as you stay in the centre. It’s a round table, you see.”

               “Yeah but… are you sure it’s safe?”

               “Jane. We have no time. Zoltan and Buxley are coming back from the Dean’s office any minute now and then they’ll see you. That table is the safest place for you! You have to go now!”

               A door creaked from the adjoining lobby. The teachers were about to leave the Dean’s office.

               “Okay,” I said quickly. “Here I go…”

               I scrambled for the conference room and ducked between the plush, black chairs to hide in the centre of the round table. The table’s neck was against my back, there were power cords tangled all around me, and I felt a thick layer of dust on my fingers, but if I tucked my legs in, there was no way anyone would be able to touch me. I was safe here.

               I sighed and stared at the open door just beyond the desk’s edge. Relatively safe. This idea of Emily’s was pretty bold. If they caught me down here, what would I need to say to stay out of trouble?

               My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of clacking heels.

               “What are you two here for?” two black pumps snaked into view, crowned with thin, towering calves in black stockings. I recognized that icy, condescending tone. The Dean was back. I vaguely remembered creating a hex in the chow hall that had shifted her entire weight amongst the student body. Now the tyrant was back as if nothing had happened, and apparently as stern as ever.

               “Oh!” Emily’s voice carried from the waiting room beyond. “Good afternoon, ma’am – I mean good morning.”

               “Cindy,” the Dean ignored Emily’s flubbing. “Back in my waiting room? What have you done this time?”

               “Uh… actually I haven’t –”

               “Stand up when I’m talking to you! That’s both of you. Why are you two in my waiting room?”

               “We’re here for a meeting…”

               “No meeting’s scheduled. There will be no club meetings in my conference room. Understand?”

               “But –”

               “I’m not done talking to you!”

               “See—”

               I’m not done talking to you!

               Son of a bitch! Just listening to her voice was making my sharpened teeth clench like a vice. Was there anyone I hated more than the Dean? I should’ve left her fat and helpless… then again, I did have a net profit in pounds income so large that I could “spend” a hundred of them in a day and still be in the black. So what harm was there in a little bit of fun?

               My feral grimace breaking into a devilish grin, I leaned my head down lower, demon-eyes tracing her calves from under the table, up her skirted thighs until her buttoned suit-jacket came into view. Her uniform had always been form-fitting, and it would be her downfall. I wished fifteen pounds of pudding directly into her slender stomach and waited for the magic to begin.

               “This waiting room is for appointments only,” Dean’s left heel grated against the floor for emphasis. “I don’t care if the secretary is gone. If she’s gone, you’re gone. You’ve already wasted a minute of my time…”

               The Dean’s skirt began to ride up her thighs, first by a centimetre, then a whole inch as the fabric struggled to contain the growing orbs of ass behind her.

               “Ma’am?” Emily risked breaking the silence.

               “Get out…” Dean muttered, then more firmly: “Get out of my –”

               “Hey, girl!” another voice sounded from the hallway.

               “Zoltan…” Dean grumbled.

               “These two are with us,” Zoltan said confidently. “Sorry for not emailing you; it’s a spur of the moment thing. You okay?”

               A tear in the Dean’s stockings traced down her outer thigh like a drop of cream, revealing her softening marble skin rising from within.

               “I’m alright, Miss Zoltan. Move. I’m already late.”

               With a hand on a budding belly bulge pressing against her skirt, the Dean made her exit.

               “Late? Late for what?” Zoltan asked. Her legs walked into view: black and muscular, and wearing only tennis shoes. “Never mind her, girls. She’s not one of us so she doesn’t know. Sorry for leaving you here alone.”

               “We’re okay,” Cindy answered.

               “What do you mean she’s not one of us?” asked Emily. “She’s human, right?”

               “Don’t worry, hun,” Zoltan said softly. “All of this will make sense once we start the meeting. We just have to swear you in first.”

               “An oath?” I could hear Emily inhale with excitement.

               “Let’s get into the conference room first. Buxley, have you got everyone?”

               “Just Brenda and Brooke so far.”

               “I see that, but what about the Sisters?”

               “They’re en route. Sent the emergency text ten minutes ago.”

               “Good to go… alright girls, come with me into the conference room and let’s get you all sworn in.”

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It's quite a challenge writing from Jane's perspective when she's stuck under a table, but I've done my best. Check it out!

Chapter Sixty-Seven

               “Wait a minute,” a pair of bare, bronze legs wearing white tennis shoes cautiously followed the other pairs into the meeting room. “What am I swearing into, exactly? You’re not cops. I did nothing wrong.”

               “It’s all good, Brooke,” Zoltan replied as her long, black legs strode around the table to the other side. “We’re not cops. We’re more like guardians.”

               “Guardians of what? What are you talking about?”

               “We protect Biltmore Island,” Buxley replied, her legs smartly contained in grey stockings and black pumps. “And before we get into details, we need to swear you in.”

               “I’m ready,” Emily said eagerly. “How about you, Cindy? Are you in?”

               “She’s already sworn herself,” Brenda huffed, tapping one foot impatiently as her meaty calf jiggled in her sweats. “Dumbass.”

               “Oh, right,” Emily remained chipper. “Zoltan called you a… caretaker?”

               “Yeah, and I was fucking Empress, okay?”

               “Girls!” Buxley leaned into the table. “The others are coming, and we need to get you all up to speed before that happens, so each of you gather around me…”

               Something heavy thumped onto the table, making me jolt as the table’s neck vibrated against my back.

               “Emily and Brooke, place your hands upon the Bible. Cindy and Brenda, you stand as witness… now then. Listen to these words carefully because I’m going to ask you to agree at certain parts: Thus shalt thou say to the newly anointed, and tell witnesses thereof: ‘Ye have seen what I did unto the unfaithful, and how I bare you to foreign shores, and brought you unto myself. Now therefore, if thee will obey my voice indeed, and keep my covenant, then thee shall be a peculiar treasure unto me above all mankind’ – do you acknowledge?”

               “Yes,” said Emily.

               “Sure,” said Brooke.

               Buxley took a deep breath. “And ye shall be unto me an island of women, and an holy nation. These are the words which thou shalt speak unto the newly anointed, and the witnesses thereof: Thus sayeth the Saint, this island is my blessing unto you, its wild flock and fauna, and all the soils and seas thereof, thou shalt cultivate its bounty and harness it.

               Thou shalt keep thyselves worthy, and holy; verlily I say unto you, thine bodies are a temple unto my glory.

               Thou shalt enhance the sinews and strength of your limbs.

               Thou shalt not feast overly much.

               Protect the relics I have bestowed upon you, and keep them holy – do you agree to these terms?”

               “Huh?” Brooke started. “Yes. I get it.”

               “I get it,” Emily chimed-in.

               Remember my words, and remain pure. Verily I say unto you, I shalt bless you with great riches and strength. Thy nation will be great in the world, as the mighty Leviathan in the sea. It’s influence shalt touch the farthest shores, and its people spread across the world, numerous as stars in the sky, and sand by the sea.

               But tarnish thine legacy and my wrath shall be kindled. Yea, all thine strength will wither like fallow grapes. Your nation shall be assaulted from the sea, the relics violated and desecrated. You shall cry out for help and naught will come save you – do you acknowledge?”

               “I do,” said Emily.

               “I do,” said Brooke. “So what was that about? Is this a cult?”

               “Oh, nothing like that,” Zoltan pulled a chair out and eased herself into it, black thighs bulging with muscle. “I’m afraid it’s much worse.”

               “We already talked with you about strange things going on,” Miss Buxley sat next to Zoltan, crossing her legs and blocking my view of whatever she was wearing under her professional skirt. “You have all experienced some… fluctuations in your weight recently.” Her hand moved over the barely-hidden bulge beneath her white blouse as she spoke. “And you’ve all noticed it in your peers as well.”

               “Girls,” Zoltan patted a chair next to her. “Go ahead and sit wherever you like. This will take a while to explain.”

               Brenda was the first to sit, plopping her chubby butt into a seat as her hips and thighs spread outwards to nearly touch the chair’s arms. “So… I was empress of Sigma Omega for months,” she tugged her sweatpants out of the way of her bulging belly to let it rest on her thighs. “And I sort of knew there were other heirlooms on the island because the Necklace let me see the flow of magic whenever I put it on… but this is the first time I’ve heard anyone actually say it out loud.”

               “That’s by design,” Zoltan replied, crossing one leg over her knee like a boy. “Secrecy helped protect us from anyone who might abuse the relics – what you call heirlooms.”

               “It was a good policy,” Buxley added. “But now that we’ve lost three of them, it’s backfired.”

               Brooke sighed as she scooted her chair in place (giving me a surprisingly-good view of the blue thong she was wearing under her cheerleader skirt, considering how thick her thighs were). “Can we… I dunno… backtrack a little bit? I feel like we’re all on different pages of the same book. What exactly have I gotten myself into?”

               Buxley’s cocked foot turned thoughtfully. “I’m senior here, so I’ll explain everything – from the top. The first lesson is: magic is real.”

               “Seems obvious at this point,” said Cindy. “Sorry… I’m listening.”

               “By magic, I mean effects and powers that transcend the laws of physics as we understand it. Magic is rare, but it’s presence is everywhere throughout the known world, and it’s all connected to religion – Christian and pagan.”

               “Both?” Emily shifted in her seat, a sense of awe in her voice.

               “We got lots of theories,” Buxley continued. “But what makes sense to me is that there supernatural beings out there who use magic in our world… demons, angels, genies, gods and goddesses, ghosts, or whatever you prefer to call them. Most of them don’t involve themselves with us for the same reasons humans don’t usually go outside to look for new animals to pet. We’re just that different from each other.”

               “… is that what God is?” whispered Emily.

               “I’m not sure, but this island has been a focal point of magic since before the first gold prospectors landed over a century ago, mainly because of the enchanted items the natives had been using.”

               “Wait…” Cindy’s leaned closer, an inch of bellyfat rolling over her waistband. “Is that what the heirlooms are?”

               “That’s what the relics are, yes,” Buxley replied calmly. “In the right hands, their powers give everyone on the island strength and protect us from bad spirits.”

               “They kept us fit and thin,” Zoltan added. “I’m sure you wondered how everyone was thin; it’s that simple: magic relics.”

               “And now…” Buxley continued. “Three of them are missing, and you can see the results. The student body is getting fatter.”

               Brooke tapped her heel as she listened, making her thigh ripple with each tap. “Is that what’s happening to m – to everyone?”

               “You can stop pretending now,” Emily growled with uncharacteristic wrath.

               “Excuse me?” Brooke simmered as her foot stopped tapping.

               “I know your secret – you’ve been fattening the cheer squad out of spite!”

               “The fuck are you talking about…”

               “And you did it to me too! I have evidence and testimony from the other cheerleaders.”

               “Gawd I fucking swear… can someone shut her up?”

               “Emily,” said Zoltan. “Now is not the time.”

               “Thank you…” Brooke huffed.

               “And Brooke. You are not off the hook. Look at me: you are a prime suspect. In case you haven’t forgotten, I am your coach and I’ve seen how you treat your peers – and they were the first ones to start growing.”

               “Really? I seem to recall you going through a fat phase yourself. So why aren’t you a suspect?”

               “Simple,” Buxley replied coldly. “We used the Sigma Omega Necklace to discern where the magic was flowing from – and we’re about to do it again, right here.”

               “Brooke Deeters,” Zoltan said calmly. “As soon as the sorority leaders arrive, we will know who is hexing who, so it would behove you to tell us everything now.”

               This last comment made me shiver in my precarious hiding spot amidst so many legs. That necklace was what showed me where to find the Ring of Theodora, but if they were bringing it here, would they be able to find me?

               No. Last time they tried was in the cave under the lighthouse, and there were too many criss-crossing paths of magic hexes emanating from me for them to see anything. They wouldn’t be able to use it properly with me less than a meter from their feet… right?

               “Okay, fine. I get it,” Brooke sighed. “Look. Things have been happening to me and honestly I need some help.”

               “We’re listening.”

               “A while ago – during practice – I started getting fat. Like, really fast. I probably gained, like, fifty pounds in just an hour. I was, like, why does this have to happen to me? What have I done to deserve this? Next thing I knew, I was thinking how… how someone else deserved getting fat and… yeah. I wished my weight onto her.”

               “It was me,” Emily snapped. “You wished your fat onto me cause you couldn’t accept the fact that I made the cheer squ—”

               Stop,” snapped Zoltan. “Continue.”

               “And that’s just it. I kept gaining like crazy, but I could wish it onto anyone I wanted.”

               “So you wished it on your own squadmates.”

               “That wasn’t me! Well… not most of it. Those girls are my BFF’s!”

               “Is that all?”

               “I think so… is there another way to stop me from getting fatter?”

               “That’s what we’re here to figure out,” said Buxley. “Brenda.”

               “Yes?” I could see Brenda’s belly press against her sweats with every breath.

               “It’s your turn. I know it makes you uncomfortable, but tell us how you started gaining weight. From the beginning.”

               Brenda took a deep breath, belly swelling with air before she sighed it all out. “Okay. So I was… studying at the lighthouse. Chilling with my sisters. It was movie night…”

               That made me smile. She and her sisters had been hazing me in their basement throne room. She was lying through her teeth! Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect from a manipulative bitch like –

               Oh shit. What if she mentioned me and they connected the dots? Shit! What was I supposed to do now? I stared at the belly resting between her thick thighs. A pound bomb! It was my only option! I pointed stiffly at what I hoped was her stomach and clenched my teeth in anticipation. Thirty pounds should be enough…

               “So yeah,” she said quietly. “Just minding my own business. I guess Jane was there and everyone accused me of sleeping with her or something, but… aw shit…”

               “What is it?” Buxley prodded. “I know there has to be more to it since we found you and Jane in the cavern with the necklace.”

               “But that’s just it! We were trying to – look, I’m pretty sure I know who did this to me,” Brenda continued as her belly gurgled ominously. “She was the one who accused me of trying to abuse Jane and exiled me from my own sorority. She was there when I first started getting fat! But I can’t say her name because when I do, I get even fatter,” she tugged uncomfortably on her waistband as her belly slowly expanded and her thighs spread wider.

               “So who is she? Try and tell us without using her name.”

               “She’s the new Empress,” Brenda replied.

               “Kristen? Olds Dorm’s head prefect?”

               “Yeah,” Brenda was visibly struggling for breath. “That’s who I’m –”

               Snap.

               Brenda gasped and her hands flew out of sight towards her chest. “Was that my…? Oh fuck, oh shit!

               “Okay, keep your cool,” Zoltan rose to her feet like a panther stretching in the morning sun. “We’re in the right place to fix this…”

               “I’m getting fatter!” Brenda screamed. “She’s punishing me! Oh, oh gawd I’m never going to work this off…”

               “Easy now… I’m here to help you,” Zoltan walked around the table towards her.

               “I need a fucking doctor – liposuction! I need a hospital!”

               “It’s going to be okay,” Zoltan was beside her now, one muscular arm wrapping over the top of her jiggling belly. “We solve this by collecting all the facts. You don’t have to say anything more. Hey. Look at my eyes, Brenda. You’re going to be alright. See? You’ve stopped growing…”

               Brenda’s legs stiffened as her body twisted towards the entrance. I followed her gaze from under the table and spotted four new pairs of legs.

               “… you!” Brenda seethed with pure hatred. “You bitch! You did this to me!”

               One of the pairs of legs started. “Wait… Brenda?” It was Kristen.

               You did this to me!” Brenda sprung herself free from Zoltan’s arms and flung her massive body onto Kristen. “You broke up with me! You cheated and then you took everything from me!

               “No! Brenda stop!” screamed Kristen.

               The two girls tumbled to the floor, a writhing mess of swinging arms and kicking legs. For a brief moment, I panicked and thought they would see me now that they were on the ground, but luck saved me: Zoltan knelt between them and me like a referee, prying the girls off each other like they were chickens.

               “Get up!” she said, exposing her rarely-seen wrathful side. “I don’t care who’s getting fat. All of you get seated at the table and start no fights. We are going to get to the bottom of this, cause if we don’t stop whatever’s behind all this, everyone on this island is going to be fat as whales. Everyone understand that? Hurry. Get in before I lock us in.”

               As the new girls took their seats and surrounded me with bare legs and panty-shots, Zoltan rose from her kneeling position and shut the door. I swallowed nervously as I heard the door’s bolt lock into place. I was trapped like I’d never been before.

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19 hours ago, Batman76 said:

Oh boy, we finally get a reveal, that this college was founded to make the female students thin, fit witches (well only some of them have the later) which is just...oh its great. Is Jason/Jane satan?

The way they explain the island’s background is minimalist, but accurate. I guarantee that this plot is so deep that it still has plenty of twists to squeeze out. As for Jane 😏 Satan? That’s nonsense! Remember when she told Sucky she didn’t want to go to hell? Sucky told her heaven and hell are the same place...

17 hours ago, Mr.Grignard said:

What? No. You’re crazy man. I’m pretty sure Jane is human.

 

Old heart eyes is... debatable...

that's my theory at least. I’m still not counting out reincarnation though...

Yes, very debatable 🤔

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Alright bois, I did it! Another chapter for the recordbooks. This one has lots of talking in it, but that's because we need to get through some deep plot before things get... explosive

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Chapter Sixty-Eight

               “Ladies,” Zoltan said as she eased back into her seat and rolled it close, giving me an impressive view of her black, mighty quads. “Now that we’re all seated, let’s begin with role call: Empress of Sigma Omega?”

               “Here,” Kristen said weakly.

               “H—” Brenda stopped herself before continuing, hands fiddling with the new chub on her inner thighs.

               “Caretaker of Delta Sigma?”

               “I’m here,” said Cindy, subconsciously sucking her stomach in as she leaned forward.

               “So far so good,” Zoltan crossed her legs smartly against each other. “… Viceroy of Chi Beta?”

               A pair of legs in tight softball jeans shifted themselves against the seat they rested on. “I’m here.”

               “Duchess of Theta Gamma?”

               A skinny pair of legs in laced, black leather spread wider. “Uh huh.”

               “… and lastly, the Baroness of Alpha Alpha Alpha.”

               The last pair of legs rivalled Zoltan’s with their muscled bulk. Bronzed and clad in hastily-donned short-shorts over a swim-team’s one-piece, the Baroness leaned slightly over one armrest before crossing one leg loosely. “Present.”

               “Very good,” Buxley pushed back from the table and stood up. “All five leaders are here. It’s been a few years since our last meeting, and the faces have changed, but there is an emergency: three of the relics are missing.”

               What?” the Viceroy leaned in. “Three of them? I thought we were only missing Tzarina Catherine’s Ring!”

               “I thought it was just the Ring of Victoria we were looking for,” the Baroness stated flatly. “You didn’t tell me over half the relics were missing.”

               “Why didn’t you tell us anything?” the Duchess tapped her foot impatiently. “Like, we could’ve helped search – or something!”

               Buxley paced the room slowly, pumps thumping against the carpet. “It’s for the same reason the rest of the campus is clueless to our heritage. Secrecy keeps us safe, and it always has – until now.”

               “Something got on the island,” Zoltan added. “Something spiritual and very crafty.”

               “The consequences are all around us,” Buxley continued. “Three relics unaccounted for, and girls everywhere have inexplicably begun to put on weight,” she stopped pacing to tug at her skirt, no doubt hoping no one would notice the extra few pounds pressing against her tight suit. “You can see for yourself what’s happened to these to girls here,” she indicated Brooke and Brenda. “It’s clear that the very fabric of the enchantments that maintain the purity of this island are rapidly being undone.”

               “You mean, if we don’t do anything soon, we’re all gonna get fat?” the Viceroy’s legs shivered. “Okay, I’m not freaking out. I’m calm…”

               Cindy slouched slightly in her seat, no doubt to hide her slight gain from nervous glances. “So what exactly’s causing it? Brooke’s admitted she can put her own weight onto others, and Brenda says Kristen is behind it…”

               “It’s not Brooke,” Zoltan said softly. “You can clearly see that she isn’t wearing the rings, so I don’t need the Necklace to tell if she’s been hexed – she has, and it’s a very elaborate one.”

               “Thanks?” Brooke tugged her cheerleading shirt back down over a rebellious belly trying to poke out. “So why didn’t you just say that before you harassed me about what I’ve been doing?”

               “Because you have been complicit with this Bad Spirit’s plan. By fattening your peers, you have played right into its hands. Now, whether you’ve done so purposefully is another matter, and you’ve yet to convince me.”

               Before Brooke could sass a reply, Buxley began walking towards Kristen. “Kristen. We turn our attention to you now. You first came to my attention when Brenda and Jane were caught trying to use the Necklace.”

               “Yes, but why are you asking me –”

               “Because Brenda – the Empress you replaced – was clearly down there use the Necklace to find out where her hex was coming from and disable it. She says that you hexed her in order to take her place. Is that true?”

               “No! I mean… look! I have no rings! It can’t be me.”

               “Kristen,” Zoltan continued. “I have spoken with some of your peers as well. They say you’ve gained a very interesting ability. Care to tell us?”

               Kristen took a deep breath and clenched her fists over her thighs. “I found some magic wine. Every time we drank from it, we’d… look, it sounds weird, but it boosted our curves.”

               “Wine?” Zoltan asked. “Are you sure?”

               “Every sip… did that.”

               “I see.”

               Kristen fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable. “I thought I could control it… I thought it was just that particular wine from that one store… but nothing happened after that. Believe me I tried! I was drinking a lot of it – a lot of us were… and then I went to that party and my girlfriend… she…”

               “April?” Zoltan asked.

               Kristen replied with a pathetic sniffle.

               “That’s all I need to know,” Zoltan replied soothingly.

               “Really?” the Duchess’s leathers rubbed loudly against her seat. “That’s it? She barely told us anything useful.”

               “Not if you know how the rings work,” said Buxley. “Baroness, care to elaborate for us?”

               Baroness shifted in her seat. “I think what she’s getting at is the Ring of Victoria – my sorority’s missing ring.”

               “That’s exactly what I’m getting at.”

               “Alright then… the Ring of Victoria serves as… I’m not sure where to begin… it basically balances our diets. If someone overeats, the extra calories are converted into food or drink and teleported into the nearest empty stomach. As long as it’s on the Baroness’s statue in our backyard garden, it works. Since it’s missing… it doesn’t.”

               “Its powers are clearly being used,” said Buxley. “Except now, the food is too much.”

               “What about Brooke?” asked Cindy. “She’s giving her weight to others directly.”

               “It’s Tsarina Catherine’s Ring,” Viceroy moaned. “Whoever wears it can warp magic into hexes just by thinking about it – we were using it to keep everyone’s weights and diets in perfect balance, but when we lost it…” Viceroy’s stomach growled from beneath her softball jersey. “Oh no, oh fuck!”

               “Try and keep calm,” Zoltan told her. “Don’t panic.”

               “Why shouldn’t I panic?” she wailed. “What if I’m next?”

               “Hey, don’t look at me,” Brooke interrupted. “I didn’t do it.”

               “It’s alright,” Zoltan continued. “If you were gaining, we’d be able to see it by now.”

               “It’s not that!” Viceroy hopped in her seat slightly as she fanned her face. “It’s my stomach! It’s growling…

               “Oh, of course it is,” Brooke leaned against the table. “It’s stomach o’clock right now…”

               “No, you don’t understand! I literally ate breakfast before I came here! Why am I starving? Why now?”

               My trained ear heard the tell-tale rumbles of hungry bellies from all around the table.

               “I mean, we’re all hungry right now, so…” Duchess paused as her hand held her belly. “Shit.

               There was a dread-filled moment of silence as stomachs growled ominously.

               “I think we can blame this on the third missing relic,” Zoltan said. “Theodora’s Belly Ring.”

               “Everyone stand-up!” Buxley commanded.

               Frantically, everyone scrambled away from the table and stood facing each other. To my surprise, Buxley scaled a chair and stepped onto the table.

               “Now everyone listen to me carefully!” Buxley’s pumps clacked directly over my head. “The Ring of Theodora regulates appetite. It’s strength depends on whoever wore it last, and the last one who wore it was a powerlifter. That’s why Theodora’s Statue is in front of Central Hall in the middle of campus – it maximizes its effect. Whoever’s wearing it now is nowhere near as strong, which means –” Buxley’s foot stomped authoritatively overhead. “Whoever’s wearing could be right here in this room. Now… everyone lift your shirts up and show your navels.”

               “Lift them up!” Zoltan repeated. “Like this! Hold the shirt up against your ribcage so we can see who’s wearing it!”

               From my dark hiding spot in the centre of the table, I couldn’t see anyone’s bellies, but I had far worse to worry about. They had realized that whoever was wearing the ring was nearby, which meant –

               My blood ran cold. Emily and Cindy knew that I was in the room! As soon as everyone bared their bellies, they would realize it was me! I’d just been locked into a room full of witches and there was no way I could escape! I was doomed! What was I supposed to do now?

               “There!” the Viceroy’s shrill cry made me flinch. “It’s her! She’s wearing the ring! She’s wearing it!”

               “It’s not the ring, stupid,” Duchess replied. “It’s not even a ring. Just a studded diamond.”

               “A fake one too,” Brooke replied.

               Shut it, fatty.”

               “Everyone can put their shirts down,” Buxley said as she eased herself off the table. “No one was wearing the ring.”

               “Wait!” Emily cried out.

               My breath stopped in my throat. I could feel my heart throbbing against my own ears. This was it. This was how it all ended.

               “What is it?” asked Buxley.

               “There’s one person we haven’t talked about… um…”

               “Yes?”

               “…”

               “We’re listening.”

               “… what about the Dean?”

               Cindy turned to face Emily. “The fuck, Emily? What the hell are you talking about? We know –”

               “Cindy! Trust me on this, please?”

               “Let her talk,” said Buxley.

               “Okay, I know it’s a long-shot, but what if it is the Dean? Her office is right next to us. Has she done anything unusual?”

               “Actually, yes,” Zoltan replied. “She used to run with me every morning; then she just stopped. She didn’t even leave her office. No one saw her for days.”

               “If it is the Dean, why would she wait until the last month or so to make her move?” asked the Baroness. “She isn’t even allowed in our inner chambers; how would she even know about our ring?”

               “If it is the Dean…” Buxley said somberly. “We cannot afford to have this meeting so close to her office…” she walked towards the locked door and leaned slightly towards it. “The walls here are notoriously thin; I’ve had meetings interrupted by her berating students in her office.”

               Buxley unlocked the door and held it open. “Everyone exit quietly. We’ll reconvene at a safer location at another time. For now… remain vigilant.”

 

               One by one, the girls left the conference room until at last I was the only one left. I wasn’t stupid enough to leave the table right away, but then again, I wasn’t brave enough either.

               I had been found-out. There was no doubt in my mind that Emily and Cindy knew I was wearing the relics. Fuck, they’d definitely seen the rings on my hand! They’d have to be absolute morons to not connect the dots!

               But why, then, had Emily saved me? Why, when even now as I cowered beneath the solid wooden roundtable she was unravelling every misdirection, every half-truth, every lie I had told her. Surely, she hated me for what I had done to everyone – to her. Surely, she was waiting for me in the hallway, side by side with Cindy. My pitiful existence as a campus hobo was clearly coming to an end, but why hadn’t she exposed me for the monster I was?

               I was a monster, wasn’t I? No one loved me as Jason, and no one loved me now. Becoming a girl hadn’t changed anything for me. Everyone still used me like their own personal tool. It was my fault everyone called me “Stalker Jason,” wasn’t it? It was my fault that I was nearly worthless in other’s eyes. Now…

               Why didn’t I feel anything? Was I numb to the world? Was this what shock felt like?

               The door opened. I recognized Emily’s and Cindy’s shoes.

               “…Jason?”

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On 2/1/2021 at 11:37 AM, Mr.Grignard said:

Yeesh, you really know how to end on a gut punch, you know that? 
I didn’t want this to happen, but I had a feeling she would figure it out eventually. Jane/Jason is clever, but he’s dropped to many hints. 

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It was only a question of when and how he would be caught. What happens next will be dramatically fantastic.

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15 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Omg u read this in two weeks!? That’s nearly 300 pages! I’m writing a short story rn and will come back to this after that 

I just read it in a day lol

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Eyy, so we reached the 69th chapter 😏 we’ve come so far guys. So many secrets, so much backstabbing and intrigue, and so many fattened college girls... you might be worried that this is the end, but remember the only spoiler I’ve ever given you: everyone is going to get really, really fat.

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Chapter Sixty-Nine

               Maybe if I didn’t say anything, they would think I wasn’t under the table anymore. The two pairs of feet edged closer. The door shut, the lock bolted in place, and I dared not utter a word. Emily knelt into view, eyes wide as she peered into the gloom shrouding me.

               “The Dean’s not in her office,” she said softly. “You can come out now.”

               Slowly, I crept out from my pathetic hiding place, edging around two rolling chairs and easing myself to my feet. Nervously, I adjusted the sunglasses over my demonic eyes, self-conscious of my inhuman traits. I felt entirely naked and helpless, and with my secret exposed at last, I may as well have been.

               “Yep,” Cindy folded her arms over her soft middle. “There’s the rings. Right there on her hand.”

               “Jason,” Emily stared at me. “It is you, isn’t it? I started wondering when you mentioned my… my underage drinking. Only three people in the world know about that – four now,” she glanced in Cindy’s direction.

               “Don’t look at me,” Cindy’s fingers were tense and white over her arms. “I’m not the one who decided to keep this a secret! Why are we even talking to her – to him?”

               Emily looked back at me. “Is it really you?”

               Hands trembling, I gripped the rim of the table and swallowed before answering. “Yes. It’s me.”

               “Jason?” Emily gripped my shoulders. “How… why?

               Sucky’s earliest warning echoed in my mind: don’t tell anyone. I was trapped in an enchanted prison. She was trying to help me escape. She was my only way out. She was all I had left.

               “I… I don’t know how to explain it!” I felt dizzy merely leaning against the table. “It just… it started after my crush rejected me.”

               “What do you m—”

               Suddenly, Cindy pushed Emily aside, grabbed me by the neck, and shoved me against the table. “Oh, come on! Why are you even listening to this monster? Look at it! Look at its teeth? It’s a fucking demon that’s been lying to us all this entire time! What makes you think things will be different now?” she snarled in my face, all traces of the affection she once showed me completely gone. “You stole my ring. You stole two other rings, and…” she pressed a hand into her belly’s freshman-fifteen and gave it a shake. “You did this to me!”

               “Stop it, Cindy!” Emily put a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder.

               “Why should I?”

               “Because there’s more to it than that! Jason… you weren’t the one who made me gain. It was Brooke. That stuck-up, spoiled cheer captain was grinning at me as I gained in the locker room as her waistline slimmed. She was the one who tried to make me fat. I’m certain of it.”

               “Okay, and?” Cindy still held me with one hand, but her grip was looser.

               “And I lost the weight afterward! Something happened that undid whatever Brooke did to me, and I’m starting to think you were the one that saved me, wasn’t it Jason? If I’m right, you can help Cindy too.”

               “This better be good,” Cindy didn’t let go.

               Glancing between the two of them as my hair strained against the table, I took a deep breath and licked the tips of my little fangs.

               “It’s all my fault!” I blurted, unable to think of anything better to say. “The powers the rings gave me allowed me to have revenge on the girls who wanted to expel me. I hexed Brooke… she was going to tell everyone I sexually harassed her!”

               “I’m sure you did,” Cindy sniffed.

               “No, Cindy, it’s true,” Emily insisted. “I was there with him! Zoltan had to intervene and everything.”

               “Why are you taking its side? Whatever…”

               “So,” I continued. “I hexed her with the ability to give her weight to others… and I also made Zoltan’s extra weight pile onto her. It seemed like a such a good idea at the time! She would get fat and then show how shallow she was by making her friends fat. But it backfired; she made Emily fat too. So I made Emily’s extra weight go into the reast of the cheer squad. Things only got worse from there. All the hexes were tangling with each other.”

               “Why did you make April fat?” asked Cindy. “She isn’t a cheerleader.”

               “You already know,” I replied flatly. “Her girlfriend, Kristen, was cheating on me. She used me!”

               “So you made April fat? That’s fucked up.”

               “I couldn’t hex Kristen!” I insisted. “Because I already had. I’d given her the ability to gain however she wanted. I thought she loved me…”

               “I’ve heard enough,” Cindy glanced at Emily. “You done with this?”

               “Wait,” Emily leaned over and put her hand in mine. “Let me help him up.”

               Slowly, she eased me to a sitting position on the table and clasped my hand between hers. I glanced at her prayer-like grip with wonder, and I couldn’t help but feel that she wanted to help me – but could she?

               “You’ve been through so much Jason,” she said after a thoughtful pause. “You’ve lost your identity, been wandering from room to room – I even remember taking you to a locker room cause you hadn’t been able to shower. Even then, I could tell there was something wrong. That frightened, traumatized look in your eyes was real. It all makes sense now. I know what you were going through before you turned into Jane was hard. I remember listening to girls gossiping about you at lunch, after class, on the training field. They mocked your awkwardness, joked about you being a stalker, but I knew that it wasn’t true. Unlike them, I actually talked to you and got to know you. 

“I get why you did this, but you have understand that using these rings is making everything worse. There’s something else going on here; something evil is trying to use you. I’ve felt it when we’re alone…”

As she said this, Cindy shuddered. No doubt she had vague memories of being possessed by Sucky as well.

“…I don’t know what it is, but you can’t trust it. Jason, this madness has to end, cause if it keeps going…”

I felt tears beading in my eyes, and was thankful that no one could see them through the sunglasses. “I know,” the back of my throat ached as I uttered those words. “… but if they find me… I…”

“It’s okay,” Emily squeezed my hand tightly. “That’s why I’ve come to you first.”

“What… should we do?”

“Take off the rings and give them to me.”

With her hands still holding mine, I glanced at my free hand and eyed the rings. Had it really come to this? Was this the end? Was there anything else I could do? At this point, I could either give up the rings, or be captured and persecuted.

“Excuse me,” I pulled my hand free of hers. “I just…”

First I took off the Feasting Ring, then the Hex ring. My fingers felt thin and delicate as I flexed them, rubbing my thumb against the bare skin where the rings had once been. I lifted my shirt next and revealed the belly ring as Cindy stared at me. It took some effort, but it came free, and all three rings were resting in the palm of my trembling hand. I held it up to Emily, a single tear streaking down my cheek.

“Help me,” I whispered. “Please…”

Then Cindy snatched the rings away.

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Hm.
On the one hand, this is technically really bad. Like, this is supposed to be the end of the line for Jane/Jason. But on the other hand, I kind of want to see what happens if someone else tries to use the rings on them. It'll either be a pretty sick moment of fan service or make for a pretty serious “oh shit” moment when they realize the rules are different for them for a reason. 
Also, yes, I’m referring to Jane/Jason as they/them because I don’t feel like going back and forth, and also because I have feeling their overzealous better half is watching, so if Cindy uses the ring, she'll have to deal with demons, plural.

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Don’t worry 😉 the plot is almost done taking its time. We are about to see some huge developments. HUGE
Chapter Seventy

               Apparently, Cindy’s slight-of-hand was as shocking to Emily as it was to me. She stared at her, mouth agape and soundless. For my part, I felt so hollow inside that I just stood there.

               “Cindy,” Emily finally forced the name out. “What –”

               “What?” Cindy pocketed the rings like they were car keys. “I’m the Caretaker. The Ring of Theodora belongs to me.”

               “But what about the other rings?”

               “What about them? They need to be returned too, and while we’re at it, I’ve got to un-fuck this,” she patted her soft midsection. “So if you don’t mind, step away from the door so I can get out of here.”

               “But wait!” Emily held her hands out even as Cindy tried to move past her. “We need to talk about how we handle this!”

               Cindy paused, but didn’t take her gaze off of Emily. “Honestly,” her words trembled with emotion. “I don’t care what you do anymore. We’ve done this your way, so be happy I’m not ratting you both out – and you…” she stared at me, eyes unblinking. “… you thief… you’re a manipulative predator. I brought you into my home! I can’t believe I thought you liked me…”

               “I do –”

               “Shut up!” Cindy’s eyes beaded with tears. “You fucking psychopath! You did this to me!”

               When I didn’t reply, she turned and left. The hollowness I felt in my being was being refilled with dread.

               “Jason,” Emily held her hand out. “You know we need to tell them.”

               “I… I can’t…”

               “You need help,” Emily nudged my hand with her own and gave it a gentle tug. “You can’t run forever. The only way out of this is turning you in.”

               What would they do to me once I was at their mercy? There was already an active search warrant for me on the island. What exactly were they going to do to me? All I could be sure of was my days as a student were over. They’d been over.

               “Come on,” Emily tugged me towards the door. “Let’s go to Zoltan’s office.”

 

               Zoltan towered from behind her desk, the whites of her eyes blazing-coldly from her black sockets like snow on a mountain at night. Emily and Buxley hovered within arms reach behind me, though they may as well have been distant as stars they were so silent.

               “What were you even thinking?” Zoltan’s voice was dangerously calm.

               Nervously, I began rubbing my fingers. “I don’t know, I… there wasn’t anything else to do –”

               “Did I say you could wear shades?” Zoltan’s brows raised a hair. “Take them off indoors.”

               Still struggling to find words to explain myself, I took hold of the sunglasses with both hands and slowly pulled them off. The world was a little brighter, more jarring to the senses. I saw Zoltan stiffen slightly when she saw my eyes. Even if she had seen them before, she’d never stared at them like she was now.

               “Red eyes… should have considered it more carefully,” Zoltan glanced over my shoulder toward Buxley. “Take a look at this.”

               Buxley came into view, though I didn’t look at her. “She’s the only one with this trait that we know of,” she stated. “All that searching and she was literally right under our noses.”

               “It just started happening,” I blinked self-consciously. It hurt to feel them looking at me.

               “How did this start happening, Jason?” she asked as Zoltan folded her arms. “How did you learn about the first ring? How did you steal it?”

               I didn’t answer right away. In the last hour I had exposed myself and was completely at the schools’ mercy, but in spite of this, I had not mentioned Sucky or my smartphone.

               “I didn’t steal it, I found it,” I insisted.

               “How? Where was it?” Buxley pressed. “Each ring is kept under lock and key in secret rooms all over campus. You can’t just find these rings, let alone one of them,” she looked at me, waiting for an answer, as did Zoltan. Even Emily leaned closer, but I remained steadfast. There wasn’t time to craft a lie; I was under too much pressure. “Did someone give you the rings?” she asked. “They’d have to; there’s no other way.”

               “I don’t have any friends,” a tear slipped from my eye. “I never have. No one would give me the rings if I begged them.”

               “What about me?” asked Emily. “I was your friend, right?”

               Was? The way she phrased the question mortified me.

               I was caught trying to comprehend what she had told me when Zoltan’s office door opened. I didn’t turn to look, but the mechanical twitter of a handheld radio betrayed the newcomers’ identities. The police had come to take me away.

               “You came early,” Zoltan raised her gaze in their direction. “We weren’t done talking to her yet; could you come back?”

               “Is this the one who’s been sheltering Jason?” it was Julia’s voice. The friendly one. “Is that Jane?”

               “It is,” Buxley stepped away from me. No doubt they hadn’t told the police the whole story.

               “Jane Wick,” Julia’s hand gripped my arm. “More like Jane Doe. Put your hands behind your back. We’re apprehending you for sheltering a fugitive.”

               “Could you wait until we’re done speaking with him?” asked Zoltan.

               “We’re sorry ma’am,” Julia’s partner said firmly. “But we have some questions to ask her as well. You can visit her at the depot later tonight.”

               Something about the feel of cold, steel handcuffs against my wrists made me finally snap. The tears started flowing and I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open, and the police had to drag me by the arms as I staggered out the door.

               “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…”

 

               There was a jail cell in the little police depot of Biltmore Island. It wasn’t very big; I could touch both walls if I stretched my hands and feet. The floor was concrete, and had a clean drain at the bottom made of what looked like brass, but was probably cheaper. “Utilities Alliance Intl. 1981” was written around its rim. My bunk was waist-high, and supported a thin mattress with two sheets and a plain, wool blanket that had two holes on its upper edge. There was no window; the only source of light was from the lights in the hallway shining brightly through eight steel bars. The cell door swung inwards towards my bunk when opened; I could tell by the arching scrapes on the floor.

               There were exactly four cracks on the far wall…

               “You going to cry in there all night?” the cop standing outside had no nametag, but from the tattoos I could see poking out from her wrists and neck, I mentally called her “Tats.” “Or are you going to help solve this problem?”

               This was the third time she’d stopped by my cell. I hadn’t looked her in the eye once, but as I moped from the centre of my bunk, I could feel her staring. She leaned herself against the bars, her fingers gripping them tight enough to expose the twisting tail of a tattooed snake.

               “Hey, if you think sitting there is gonna help, by all means. We’ll find Jason eventually, and then you’ll both be in there waiting to be shipped to Vancouver for trial. But justice takes time. How much time? Hard to say. Court might not be in session until next year. We’ll have all the time in the world with each other – or you could tell us where he is? Could shave some precious time for you.”

               I looked up at her for the first time, and saw that her hair was brown and curly, though it was tied tightly behind her in a professional bun. Her eyes were a blazing blue, glaring at me, waiting for a response. Briefly, I toyed with the idea of playing along and telling her who I really was. She must’ve sensed my mood.

               “What?” she sneered, knuckles white against the steel bar. “You gonna fight me? Go ahead. Do something, emo eyes. This is my cell. I don’t give a fuck about your tie-dyed contacts.”

               “You haven’t mentioned a lawyer yet,” I said flatly.

               “Oh, you’ll get one alright, sure. Is that what you want? We’ve got a great attorney here at Biltmore. Name’s Francine. We do coffee breaks sometimes.”

               “Thanks. I’ll pass.”

               “Whatever you say. Remember, you’re an adult now, so what happens next is up to you…”

               She was gone. The hallway outside was empty, but I could hear two cops at the front counter speaking through bullet-proof glass with a third person in the lobby. One or two more cops were in their offices in the other direction. Directly opposite the cell was a door into a cleaning closet.

               What was I supposed to do now? After all I’d been through, the scheming, the hiding, the running, the endless search for love all while I’d backstabbed and been backstabbed… was this how it ended? A long wait in a cell? And what then? A conviction? More cells? No future? Was this the rest of my life? A descent into my own personal hell?

               Heaven and hell are the same place. That’s what Sucky had told me last night. Sucky… she was my only chance of escape. From the beginning, she had been my only saviour. Could it be possible that she would save me now? But then again, why would she when I didn’t have the rings anymore? Why would she if she was the one who started this?

               The door to the lobby opened, and two sets of footsteps echoed.

               “Let me speak to him alone. I’ll talk some sense into him.”

               It was Cindy’s voice. I gaped at the blank wall with a mix of astonishment and fear. What did she want to talk about?

               “Alright,” Tats replied. “If you need us, we’re at the front desk. Give it a knock when you’re ready to go.”

               “Sure.”

               A door closed and bolted, then another. Tats had locked herself into the front desk room. Footsteps approached, lighter than Tats or Julia, but at a steady, confident pace. Unlike the last three times, I craned my neck towards the sound, waiting for a glimpse of who might be coming – and perhaps a glimpse of neon pink eyes.

               Instead, I was face to face with Cindy.

               “Surprised to see me?” she folded her arms over a white crop-top that hung loosely over exposed abs.

               “I am…” I glanced at her slim waist. The Ring of Theodora was sparkling in her navel. “You lost the weight! How did you do it?”

               Cindy smiled grimly and held up her hand. She was wearing my rings. “How do you think?”

               “Okay, I get that, but how did you learn how to use them… who did you put your extra weight on?”

               With her other hand, Cindy unpocketed her smart phone spread her thumb over its front to unlock the screen. When she held it towards my face, my heart sank. It was the Fattening App. Sucky had betrayed me.

               “Someone started texting me as soon as I put the first ring on,” Cindy explained as she scrolled casually through the app. “At first I was sceptical. Why would I want to follow in Jason’s footsteps? What benefits me by fattening anyone up? But as your friend explained herself, well…” a wicked smile traced across her face. “… it all started coming together. Making others fat isn’t my goal, it’s making them thin again.”

               “What are you saying?” my face grew cold as the blood drained from my face.

               “A fat cheer squad, random fattenings around campus – including me – all of this was because of you. You. The imposter. The only male student in all our college’s history. A fraud. A trickster. You never belonged here, and the only way to set things right is to give all those extra pounds right back to you.”

               “Cindy, don’t do it!” I backed away from her in my cell, tripped against the edge of the bunk and fell to the floor. “You don’t know what you’re doing! You can’t wish those pounds onto me!

               “I’m doing it, Jason,” Cindy raised her hand smugly, pointing her Hex-ringed finger towards me. “It’s time to pay for what you’ve done to me.”

               “I don’t know what will – don’t! It hurts too much!

               Heedless of my words, Cindy straightened her finger and stated the words of her hex. “Jason Alban will absorb all weight he has hexed onto others.”

               The pain was instant and mortifying. My innards churned as if they were twisting against one another and my ribs strained with gasping breathes as my throat tensed and choked. I rolled helplessly across the cold floor, my face scraping against the drain.

               “It’s just a bit of chub,” Cindy’s voice mocked me from above. “Stop being so dramatic.”

               But it wasn’t chub. My entire body was petrified with an overwhelming nerve-static. It was as if I had hit my elbow against a table, gotten off the toilet after too long, and uncrossed my legs all at once. Everything was numb. Everything was on fire. Everything hurt to move.

               Through the pain, I felt something prick my chest. Curled into a ball as I was, I could still see the cause: my fingertips were growing claws, and the skin around them was bleeding – no, it was my skin! My fingers were turning crimson red!

               “… elp me…” I wheezed.

               Cindy couldn’t see my hands. “What’s your problem? You’ve done this to everyone else –”

               “What the hell’s going on?” Tats’s voice echoed down the hall as she and two other cops rushed to the cell. “Talk to me; what happened? What did you do to her?”

               “I dunno, I was talking to her and she started having this little panic attack here.”

               “Help…!” I grit my fangs and pressed my head against the drain. “It hurts!”

               “What’s that sticking out on his forehead?” Julia’s voice asked from behind the bars.

               “Whatever it is, it better be fucking real or I swear I’ll smash her pretty face in… Robbins! Unlock the cell. Jane Wick, we’re taking you to the clinic, but if you think you’re escaping… think again!” as Tats spoke, I heard her swing her baton open. “Grab her arms, Julia. Get your cuffs ready.”

               When Julia’s knee sank against my back, I screamed.

               “Calm down and give me your arms. Come on… hold on… what the hell?”

               It happened all at once. In one moment, I was screaming in pain from the pressure of Julia’s knee on my back, in the next, my back slid free – but it wasn’t my back. It was wings, and they tore through my shirt and smacked Julia off of me as they hit the walls of the cell. Tats screamed something and managed to hit my head with her baton before my wings slapped her to the ground. When I rolled my face off the ground, I saw Robbins scrambling to get Cindy to safety. The cell was wide open.

               It took all my willpower to fight through the pain of my transformation, but I rolled myself out of the cell, eyed Tats and Julia rolling on the floor inside, and grabbed the cell door and swung it shut. It locked into place.

               “The fuck…” Tats scrambled to her feet. “Don’t you fucking lock that – Robbins! Robbins get back here and unlock this thing!”

               Breathing heavily, I leaned my head against the bars eased myself to my feet. The pain was lessening, but it still hurt to move.

               “Grab her horns, Julia!” Tats sprang forward with surprising speed and wrapped her hands around something I didn’t realize I had: two horns on the front of my forehead.

               “Ugh,” I grimaced as I tried to jerk my head free. “Let go!

               “Go to hell!” Tats seethed. “You’re not getting out of here –”

               “Get… off!” I nearly tripped when she lost her grip, but scrambled to a standing position and turned towards the hallway’s end. Robbins was shoving Cindy through the lobby door.

               “Cindy!” I cried out, stumbling into a run. “Cindy!

               My arm caught the door just before Robbins could close it. I could hear cops scrambling behind me, emerging from their offices to pin me. Suddenly, the door swung wide open. Robbins had sent Cindy running for the exit while she tried to hold the door. She did not succeed.

               “Stop!” she fumbled for her sidearm. “Stop or I shoot!”

               “Robbins!” Tats screamed from the cell. “Robbins come back!”

               Her hesitation was all it took for me to reach the exit. I easily ran past her, the nerve-static having dulled to a murmur. Cindy was running down the sidewalk towards the street. She glanced back at me, eyes wide with panic. Her foot stumbled. I closed the gap. She raised her arm –

               “Got you!” I yelled triumphantly. “I’ve gotyou!”

               “Please let go!” Cindy struggled, but was too distraught to put up much of a fight.

               “No, no!” I wrapped my red arms around her torso, pinning her own arms against her side. “Don’t –”

               “Let her go!”

               Cindy and I stopped struggling. I turned to face the depot, where I was faced with five cops, three of them armed, and all of them ready for a fight. Instinctively, I hugged Cindy tighter, hiding myself behind her like a vampire about to bite a neck.

               “Let her go,” Tats stood amidst them all, sidearm drawn and pointed towards the sidewalk, ready to be raised towards me at a moments opportunity. “I don’t know who – or what – the fuck you are, but it’s clear to me we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

               “I’m not going in that cell again,” I replied back.

               “You don’t have anywhere to run!” Tats replied back. “This is an island! You can’t run and you can’t hide – especially not some bare-chested demon-girl like you!”

               Wait. Bare-chested? I suddenly remembered my wings tearing my shirt apart. Good thing I was red-skinned now, else they’d have seen me blush.

               “I-I’m not…” I instinctively denied my nakedness before stopping myself and clearing my throat. “I’m not a demon-girl. I mean… that is…” facing-down five cops with a hostage in my arms was making me flustered! I took a deep breath and started again. “My name… is Jane Wick. And you’re right: I can’t run or hide – which is why I’m about to do this…”

               Spreading my wings and stretching them wide, I flapped them instinctively, yearning to succeed in my escape, and to my relief, I rose into the sky with Cindy in my arms.

               “Don’t shoot!” Tats barked from below. “She’ll drop her!”

               Wrapping my legs around Cindy’s to make sure I didn’t do just that, I turned away from the depot and began to fly through the foggy sky to freedom.

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Couple things: firstly, my drawing was way off, but honestly I figured it would anyway, and I actually like what you’re doing for the “classic imp”design so far. Secondly, holy s#$t! Jane can fly now! Among other things, possibly. I’m not sure if it was intentional, or if it’s just me, but I felt like the tone shifted from scary to comical as soon as Jane transformed. Part of that is because it wasn’t explicitly stated if Jane changed in size, so I’m just imagining a tiny imp girl rag dolling a bunch of police officers. Especially that one part with Robbins and the door. 

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