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At last… I have returned to you with another chapter 😏 should write a second pretty soon. 
 

Chapter Seventy-Four
My breath was shallow and rapid as I eavesdropped on the mysterious stranger that had barged into Emily’s room. A mere few inches of wall separated them from us; it would only take a cry for help from Brooke to betray my precarious position. Yet the chubby cheer captain bundled within my wings was just as tense as I was. Her back flexed and expanded faintly with breath against my chest. If she’d wanted to betray me, she’d have made her move by now. I suppose she was as hungry for answers as I was.

               “Hush, girl; it’s okay,” Emily’s voice pierced the hollow walls with ease. “It’s alright. You’re alright… Sophie! You’re safe now. Okay?”

               Brooke stirred within my arms. “Sophie…” she mused. “She’s one of my teammates.”

               I didn’t answer.

               “It happened so fast…” Sophie gasped hysterically. “I… I was thin again. And then… and then it… I…”

               “Calm down… it’s not all that bad. You can barely tell there’s a belly unless you sit down.”

               “Tell me, Emily.”

               “What?”

               “Tell me your secret! Way back when this was starting – the weight problems in the cheer squad – you started ranting about Brooke and witch curses. I used to think you were crazy, but you were the only one who stayed thin! You obviously know how to break the curse!”

               “Oh that. Well, it’s a little bit more complicated than that…”

               “Please Emily! I’m so sorry I made fun of you – I just thought you had beef with Brooke! She’s my friend, don’t you understand? And you’re my friend too.”

               “I can’t break the curse.”

               “No! You’re lying! Tell me, tell me… I’ll do anything you want! I-I’ll do your homework…”

               “Okay, so let me back-up a little bit. I can’t break the curse, but I know what’s causing it.”

               “It’s not my friend, is it? Brooke would never do this to me…”

               “Just relax for a bit. Go ahead and sit on the bed. I’m about to tell you everything I’ve found out.”

               In spite of myself, I tensed-up and squeezed Brooke’s soft body a little harder. Emily was one of two people who knew who I truly was: Jason Alban, the most hated individual on campus – especially for Brooke. If she discovered who I was, there was no telling what she’d do next. Still, the most I could do was cuddle against her and listen closely. The way Brookes haunches were flexing between my thighs, I knew she was too.

               “So basically… magic is real.”

               “You know, normally I wouldn’t believe a word of that, but I believe you.”

               “Thanks. I almost didn’t believe it either, but when I gained ten pounds and grew a gut out of nowhere, what else could it be? Anyway, I’m sorry to break it to you, but Brooke was the one who did it to me.”

               “What? No! Why would she… okay, well she did tell me you were being a crazy bitch, but why me? Why the whole fucking cheer squad? And, like, half of the whole campus?”

               “It wasn’t her.”

               “But you said –”

               “Believe me, this is way bigger than just Brooke. There’s a whole network of dark magic spreading around the island. Long story short, there’s something out there ensnaring various people in curses to make us all fatter. Whatever it is, it got Brooke in a curse that makes her fatter over time, but allows her to shift the weight to anyone she wants.”

               “Was Brooke doing this to us? That doesn’t make sense; she’s the cheer captain after all.”

               “It’s more than just her. I’ve met girls from all over who have various curses on them. One girl gains weight when she says a certain person’s name, another girl gains weight when she mentions weight gain. Fuck, even the food is cursed sometimes.”

               “…the food?

               “Ever been eating with your friends and one of them burbs and adjusts their clothes a little?”

               “Oh my god… the whole campus is getting fat!”

               “So far.”

               “Why? Who or what the hell is doing this?”

               “Well… okay, I’m about to tell you more, but do you promise to keep it to yourself?”

               “Anything.”

               “Where to start… long story short, this island has a secret society of mages guarding it. They’ve guarded a series of magical trinkets that keep everyone here lean and strong. Whatever’s snuck onto the island is stealing those trinkets and using them to make us as fat as possible. I think the fat we gain is making it stronger, which is why more and more people are gaining faster and faster.”

               “We have to stop it! I can’t live looking like this! I just can’t! We need to find those trinkets and get them back.”

               “Yes, well, for a while we did.”

               “What happened?”

               “I don’t know… I’m still trying to process what happened. We’d found… a student… we found a girl who was wearing the trinkets on her body. We took them away and I guess they took her to the police station for questioning. I thought it was over, but when I was in the student union, well… it wasn’t over. Were you there?”

               “I was in class studying biology, near the front row. I remember hearing a pop, like a jeans button or something. At first, I didn’t notice anything was wrong, but a girl excused herself and I couldn’t help but notice how her fat gut was hanging over her jeans… I shouldn’t have laughed. I should’ve run, but I just sat there chuckling to myself. Then I heard someone in the next classroom breaking into hysterics. The professor had to stop lecturing as we watched a girl being escorted past our door. Her jeans had burst wide open, and her ass was jiggling all over the place as she hid her face.

               “It was then that I started getting nervous. No one could concentrate on the lecture anymore. I suddenly started noticing things, like how the girl next to me couldn’t stop shifting in her seat and tugging her jeans over lovehandles I was sure weren’t there before, or how the professor’s stomach was growling so much, or how much minewas…

               “That was when I noticed it. This. This gut growing back into place as if it never left. I managed to stay calm and sit through the lecture, but as I was walking between buildings, I felt it grow again. And then it grew again – it was even bigger than before! I couldn’t take it anymore! I needed help, don’t you understand? I was getting texts from two of my cheerleader friends beggingme to come to their rooms, but I knew exactly what was happening to them. I… I couldn’t help them. I need help.”

               Emily didn’t answer right away, but when she did, it was with a measured, calculating tone I’d never heard from her before.

               “Interesting,” she said slowly.

               “What do you mean? Are you happy we’re getting fat cause we picked on you? Is that it?”

               “I just find it fascinating that no one’s really talking to each other about what’s going on. It’s almost obvious now. Too many girls have blimped-up all of a sudden for anyone to just explain it away as anything less than supernatural.”

               “What’s your point?”

               “It’s all to the advantage of the mystery fattener. Everyone’s too embarrassed to talk about their own weight. Maybe it’s fear. Either way, the less people are aware of it, the easier it is for it to hide in the shadows.”

               “What do we do?”

               “We need to stop it and get thin again.”

               “How?”

               “We need to find those trinkets. Three of them are lost, but there’s at least two more. We can take those and hide them while we track down the other three. That’s what I’ve been told by my peers, anyway.”

               “Where are they?”

               “I’m getting to that. Take a look at my phone real quick. I need to show you something on google maps.”

               “They’re not in caves or something, are they?”

               “Trust me, this is important. Now, here’s the island. Biltmore College is here, of course… you see alright?”

               “Yeah…”

               “Good. Now here’s what I found out about the trinkets. Each sorority was tasked with guarding one – remember that. Now, you have the Sigma Omega’s in the lighthouse here… and the Kappa’s over here… Alphas are this way…”

               “So these are where to find them.”

               “Was. Three are already gone, remember? Just follow my finger. You got five sorority mansions all on the edge of campus with Central Hall in the middle. Do you see it?”

               “See what?”

               “Follow my finger again. You see it now?”

               “It’s a… pentagon?”

               “Pentagram,” Emily’s voice was shaking. “The sorority houses and their trinkets form a pentagram. The whole campus is a giant magical seal!”

               “Fuck… so whatever’s taking the trinkets…”

               “Is freeing whatever’s trapped here.”

               “Oh god… which ones are left?”

               “One is here in the lighthouse – the Necklace. No one told me where it is, but it’s in there. The other one is here – somewhere in the Plantation of Chi Beta.”

               “The Big House? It’s three storeys tall! How are we supposed to find this thing in there?”

               “I have a hunch,” Emily replied calmly. “The plantation doesn’t fit the pentagram exactly; it’s off by just about fifty meters west. But look what’s east of it…”

               “Is that where the treehouse is?”

               “Yep. The redwood treehouse. That’s where I think the last trinket is.”

               “So your plan is to search the treehouse for some kind of trinket, steal it, and then hide it?”

               “That’s step one, yes.”

               “What about that secret society you mentioned? What’s their plan?”

               “I don’t know; maybe they want to guard it or something.”

               “So what’s wrong with that?”

               “The problem is I’ve only met a few of them one time, plus a few others. Some seem like good people to me, but I’m not so sure about the rest – especially Brooke.”

               “What’s wrong with Brooke?”

               “She’s the one who tried to make me fat, remember?”

               “Okay, yeah. I forgot about that. It’s just that she’s always been my friend.”

               “And? She’d sell us out to save herself every time. You probably know that more than me. Look, whether you trust her or not, what’s important is finding a way to make you thin again. Maybe this trinket will help us do that. Sound good?”

               “Alright, sure. I’m in. The way my fat rolls over my jeans is getting annoying so the sooner we go the better.”

               “Let’s sleep on it for now. We can’t just sneak into Chi Beta’s backyard; their fence is pretty high and I guarantee they’ll hear us trying to scale it. I need to come up with a way to infiltrate…”

               “I heard they’re hosting a small party there tomorrow. I have a friend who can invite us.”

               “Excellent. Give her a text tonight. We’re going to the party. I suggest you get some rest.”

               “Okay sure…” I heard the door creak wide as Sophie left Emily’s room. “… but what if I get any fatter?”

               “Wear something elastic.”

 

               A peaceful silence hung over Olds Dorm, and neither I nor Brooke violated its sanctity. Together, we dozed into a pleasant slumber, our muscles going lax as the last of our tension left our bodies. Brooke squirmed gently against me in her sleep, confined by the wrap of my wings, but it was a surprisingly soothing experience. It reminded me of old memories of me sleeping in the back of the car, or reclining in a hammock. The subtle jerks of her legs between mine and the rhythm of her breaths were hypnotic as a lullaby. I’d never slept so soundly.

               If only I weren’t a devil-girl holding a psychopath cheer captain under duress to do it.

               

               I stirred awake. Brooke was wiggling more than usual. That meant she was awake.

               “Hey,” she mumbled quietly. “You awake?”

               “Yeah,” I hugged her tighter and felt her breasts hang over my forearms.

               “Are we gonna get that thing or what?”

               “Of course,” I buried my cheek into her perfumed, blonde hair. “But let’s sleep first…”

               “Why not go now?”

               “I don’t have a plan yet. Plus, why are you so eager to go anyway?”

               “You said you’d shape me the way I want. Maybe another ring will help you do that faster.”

               “How do you know about the rings?”

               “I was at the secret meeting too.”

               “Oh.”

               I had actually been there under the table as well, but it was just so hard to keep track of all the web of lies and secrets when you weren’t the only spider spinning a web. In any case, I had to keep as many secrets to myself as possible, especially with this woman. There was no doubt in my mind that she wanted the ring to betray me somehow.

               I couldn’t keep an eye on her; there was simply too much to do. Instead, I needed to inspire her loyalty.

               “How would you like to hold onto the ring?”

               “Me? You’d let me wear it?”

               “I already gave you powers. Why not more?”

               She shrugged against me. “Sure… any reason why you’re doing this?”

               “Why not? I could make you so fat your fingers won’t fit through the ring if you do anything wrong. Anyway…” I yawned before nuzzling my head into her hair. “Let’s sleep.”

               “Will give me my phone back tomorrow?”

               “… why not? I said I would…”

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10 hours ago, Batman76 said:

Lots of plot thickening here

The payoff will be spectacular. Ever watch a Quentin Tarantino movie where everything’s so disturbingly calm until all of a sudden the climax is way more dramatic than you thought it could ever be? That’s what I’m trying to do.

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3 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

The payoff will be spectacular. Ever watch a Quentin Tarantino movie where everything’s so disturbingly calm until all of a sudden the climax is way more dramatic than you thought it could ever be? That’s what I’m trying to do.

No, but I have watched OddTaxi, so I think I know the feeling your describing.

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Are you guys ready for what happens next? This is a big, fat, juicy chapter. It's longer than I thought haha

Chapter Seventy-Five

               “Alright Brooke,” I smiled with a couple fangs catching on my lip. “Here’s your phone back. I’m a girl of my word, now let’s see about you.”

               “Appreciate it,” Brooke plucked the phone from my hands and sneered as she stared at the screen. “Fuck, I really need to recharge this.”

               “Well, that needs to wait, cause we have a plan to execute.”

               We were standing in the midst of the horse pastures, surrounded by trees swaying gently in the cool wind. Though the sun had risen hours ago, it was masked by a dense fog rolling gently over the treetops. Morning dew coated every blade of grass, and even threatened to soak our very clothes since I’d insisted on flying here.

               I’d chosen the horse pasture as the spot we’d split up for two reasons. The first reason is that it was isolated from stray eyes that might catch a glimpse of my demonic form. The second reason was that it was relatively equidistant from our separate destinations. From this spot, Brooke and I were going to collect the last of the magical heirlooms.

               “Right…” Brooke sighed. “The plan. The big, fat plan. What’s it again?”

               “We split-up here,” I replied. “You go to Chi Beta’s plantation, find a way into their treehouse, and get their heirloom. I’m going to the Sigma Omega lighthouse to get theirs. We’ll meet again here by noon. Easy day.”

               “And you’ll make me thin again?”

               “Of course. I’ll make you whatever you want to be.”

               “And you’ll let me keep this magic ring or whatever’s in the Chi Beta treehouse?”

               “… yes. I said I would, didn’t I?”

               “Oh, sure…” Brooke folded her arms over the soft swell of her belly, inadvertently making her shirt ride up and reveal a strip of bare skin around her navel. “Are you sure about this?”

               “It’s as good a plan as any,” I shrugged. “The worst that could happen is you can’t get in…”

               “That’s not what I meant. What I meant was is it really a good idea to take these heirlooms in the first place? They’re all that’s left of that campus pentagram or whatever the hell it is. What if that bitch was right? What if we unleash some demon or something?”

               “Well…” I held my arms out, claws extended. “Can it be any worse than me?”

               “You’ve been getting worse.”

               “What do you mean?”

               “I mean you looked normal when I met you. I noticed you started wearing sunglasses and gossip said your eyes were… fuck, look at you! You’ve turned into some bat-winged superfreak!”

               “Watch it.”

               “Jane, I get the impression you don’t know what you’re doing. Why are you making us fatter? What’s the point? When does this madness end?”

               Her words shocked me so hard, I couldn’t answer. I shared her concerns, but never heard them uttered by someone else before. It made me doubt myself for a moment – but it was all too easy to dismiss such worries when I had already done so before.

               “It’s who I am,” I stated flatly. “This is who I am. Explaining why I do it would be like explaining why food tastes good. It’s a hunger.”

               “You weren’t the one who found these heirlooms on your own, were you?”

               “What do you mean?”

               “When I was meeting with the secret council of whatever, they mentioned something had ‘snuck onto the island.’ I don’t think that could be you. You’re just too thick-headed and socially retarded to just stumble on these heirlooms by yourself. Someone’s helping you – something – and it’s manipulating you to do what it wants. It’s using you to break the pentagram!”

               “So what am I supposed to do? Give up the rings and turn myself in? I made that mistake last night. They were going to let me rot in jail – and worse. Doing this is my only choice left. It’s keeping me free. It’s the only way I have to finding out why it’s happening.”

               I couldn’t believe I was revealing myself so much to Brooke – I couldn’t believe how calmly she was handling it either – but here we were, standing opposite each other in a horse pasture, just staring each other down like friends who didn’t know how to say goodbye.

               “Well, I want to figure out what this is all about,” Brooke said finally. “And I want control of my body again.”

               “So are we done?”

               “Yeah, I think we are. You flapping off?”

               “Go on ahead. I’m staying behind for a bit.”

 

               It felt like ages had passed since I’d seen the horses, so I made the most of it by paying them a visit in their stalls.

               “Here horsie,” I hand-fed one of the beasts with an especially-fattening sugar-cube. “Tastes good, right? I bet you want another, huh? Don’t worry, I never run out…”

               The horse snorted and brayed with a level tone as it licked its molars and swallowed the latest of many cursed treats. I’d been feeding it the last several minutes, watching its body swell and expand with every bite. Curiosity had driven me into the stables, curiosity of whether horses had apple and pear shapes when they got fatter just like humans did, curiosity of whether they would notice or care what was happening to their bodies, curiosity of just how fat I could make them.

               “That’s it,” I smiled as the horse’s tongue licked against my palm. “Eat up. Eat it all… what’s your name… Peaches! Beautiful name. It suits you.”

               Peaches was enormous. Its belly had swelled and hung ever lower towards the dirt floor, expanding on either side reminiscent of a fat cow’s gut. Its chest pecs, once prominent and muscular beneath a tight neck, had ballooned into bulging, jiggling caricatures of themselves. Its ass, already large, was so enormous that I could see its round curve even with it wedged in the opposite stall corner from me.

               The chubby horse peered down at me expectantly, waiting for another sugar cube. I looked back and caught sight of its tail swishing against its massive cheeks. I could hear it growing. The horse had grown so fat that one of its sides was pressing against the wooden enclosure, making it creak like an old ship.

               “You’re hungry, aren’t you?” I rubbed my clawed fingers against each other, eying the rings and toying with the idea of making the fat horse even fatter. But then I glanced up again and noted how the horse’s spine was beginning to bow under the weight of its own bulk. I’d overdone it this time.

               “Sorry Peaches,” I brushed and patted her long snout affectionately. “But I’m cutting you off for the day. There’s a long list of people who haven’t eaten yet – a long list.”

               With that, I turned my back to Peaches and began walking past rows of enormous horses that could barely fit in their stalls as I made my way for the exit. But just before I left, I thought better of it and pointed my hex ring back at Peaches’s body bulging from its stall like rising dough.

               Whoever touches Peaches first will gain half its excess weight.

 

               High above Biltmore Island, above oblivious students and a cloak of fog, I soared in the bright, noon sky with my leathery wings fully outstretched. Here, above the wafts and waves of white clouds, the autumn sun was barely warm enough to combat the windchill that was making my eyes water. I couldn’t stay up here for long. I yearned to be warm indoors again, but the cave under the lighthouse would have to do.

               The Necklace was still in that cave – I was sure of it. It had been a closely guarded secret there for generations. Even if they were on to me stealing the heirlooms, what safer place was there than the cave under a hidden trapdoor under a carpet in a secret, underground thrown room?

               I grinned to myself, lips trembling against the wind. The Sigma Chi’s were no doubt confident that I could not reach their necklace ever again, but they neglected to realize two things: first, that their cave opened into the sea, and second, that I had wings.

               I found the lighthouse tower poking through the fog with ease, and circled lazily downwards around it like a dragon. I was below the lip of the cliff in no time and spotted the cave mouth instantly, wide enough for a yacht, but buttressed with rocks that hid its existence from anyone looking from ashore.

               I swooped straight in, dodging a splash of seawater that left a salty taste in my mouth. I could see the overhang of rock where the Necklace’s pedestal was situated, I could see its glimmer against the light shining against my back – and I could see two girls standing guard at its side.

               I hastily flexed my wings and arched upwards onto a high perch. My easy burglary had been thwarted, but the girls were apparently too busy arguing with each other to notice me gliding onto a rocky outcropping like some gargoyle. This complicated things, but not overly-so. I just needed to gauge the situation a little more.

               “Can I bring my homework down here?” one asked the other.

               “Just… wait another hour,” said the other. “Our relief is coming soon.”

               Their voices startled me – it was Kristen and Tomie! Now that my eyes were adjusting to the dimness, it was all too obvious who they were. Kristen had dressed herself in an entirely new wardrobe, though I couldn’t be sure if it was to compliment her new curves or just to stay warm. She was wearing a thin, mahogany jacket, unzipped and unbuttoned, with a fur hood that draped behind her back. The body between the jacket’s flaps was popping with curves, with D-cup breasts that bulged against a tight teal shirt with a provocatively-low neckline that revealed enough cleavage to smother a whole face in. Her hips exploded from under the jacket, hugged tight by tan jeggings that may as well have been a second skin. I couldn’t see her ass from this angle, but I knew it was round and shapely.

               Tomie was dressed similarly, though she opted to wear orange jeans and a midriff-baring Abercrombie jacket paired with a tight yellow shirt that only covered the important parts. It made me roll my eyes. Since when did anyone wear that style? Britney Spears’s last album was years ago. And what’s the point of a jacket that only covers half your torso? But I couldn’t deny that it was a sexy look. The sight of so much skin inspired me to want to see even more.

               Tomie huffed a sigh as she cocked her hip and held her phone up. “I can’t get any data down here,” she waved the phone around irritably.

               “Don’t you have games on there?” Kristen folded her arms, and her breasts strained visibly upwards.

               “Sure I do, but I can’t play Raid Shadow Legends with, like, one bar, can I?”

               Kristen shrugged.

               “Seriously, what are we doing down here? Why are we guarding our heirloom so much all of a sudden? It can’t be that bad, right?”

               “Trust me, it’s bad.”

               “Can you tell me?”

               Kristen cocked her head thoughtfully, taking a slow, deep breath before answering. “I can’t. You know the rules.”

               “I know,” Tomie rolled her eyes as she tried to get her phone to work again. “There’s things only the Empress can know. But is there something you can tell me? Something that makes standing here in a cave worth it?”

               “Look.”

               “What?”

               “Look at my tits.”

               “Ugh… they’re huge now, Kristen. You don’t have to rub them in my face.”

               “Remember when I thought it was the wine that was doing this to them? Turns out I was wrong.”

               “So what is it?”

               “I can’t say… but it’s the same thing that got Brenda… and the cheerleaders… and about half the school…”

               “What the fuck… I noticed some of my friends didn’t come to class earlier today. So do you think they gained weight or something? Kristen, what’s causing all this?”

               “I can’t say. We just have to stay here and make sure nothing happens to the necklace.”

               I couldn’t help but grin to myself as I held tight against the rock I lay against. Getting rid of them would be easier and more fun than I thought.

               Step one: mess with their heads.

               Kristen and Tomie were too busy arguing semantics to notice the wine can I summoned on the pedestal, even though it was square in the middle of the necklace they were guarding. Still, I waited patiently. Kristen had betrayed my love and vengeance is a dish best served… on many dishes. Lots of dishes.

               Tomie was the first to notice. She stopped talking and slowly turned her attention to the mystery object. “The hell is this? Kristen, did you put this here? Could you at least wait until after dinner to get crunk?”

               But Kristen was petrified. Her face turned white as she stared at the can. She knew it was a bad omen. “Don’t touch it!” she sputtered.

               “What?” Tomie was a mere hands-breadth from doing so. “What is it?”

               “I don’t know…” Kristen begged. “Something’s really, very wrong about this.”

               I summoned a milky way candy bar in Tomie’s back pocket next. The press of its long, malleable shape against her firm ass made her flinch with a soft yelp. She twisted around as she clapped a hand against the intruding object. When she felt the wrapping crinkle, she couldn’t help but gasp.

               “What the fuck…” she gaped as she brought the candy bar before her face. “This isn’t mine. Did you…?”

               I took things up a notch, putting a skor candy bar into her other back pocket to make her flinch again. Before she could pull it out, I stuffed skittles into the pockets of her stupid half-jacket until they were pouring onto the ground.

               Tomie squealed, though I could tell she was trying to stay calm. “Kristen? What’s happening?”

               “I-I don’t know!” Kristen took a step back. “It’s not me!”

               “Then what –” Tomie was interrupted by a massive bratwurst materializing in her mouth. She spat it out, gagging slightly. “Kristen, what is this? I know you know what’s happening! Tell me… tell me what’s…”

               She fell silent and stared down past heaving, hyperventilating breasts at the exposed skin of her midriff. There was no doubt in my mind as I watched from above that she could feel the gallon of cold whole milk in her belly. How could she not feel the pressure of her stomach swelling large against her taught skin when I could see it swelling full from twenty meters overhead?

               “Oh my gawd,” Tomie held both sides of her food baby. “Oh shit, oh fuck – Kristen! Please! Tell – bworp – tell – uuhrp – fuck…”

               I actually hadn’t imbued the milk with that many pounds because I wanted to play with my prey a little more, but with a bare midriff like hers, every extra ounce was plain to see. The first thing to change was her toned, sculpted waist, which softened and transformed from a tight, trim figure into a relaxed, Rubenesque one. Flesh that had conformed with the cut of her orange jeans began to rebel against its restrictive boundaries. Lovehandles sprouted quickly, harbingers of hip dips that were already making her seams creak.

               “I have to get out of here!” Tomie gasped. “You have to get me out of here!”

               “I...” Kristen backed-away as if afraid her friend was going to blow.

               “Oh gawd, it’s happening to me!” Tomie cried as I filled her belly with a fattening concoction of soda. “First April, and now you’re making me fat!”

               “That’s not what it is!” Kristen shook her head vigorously. “It can’t be me! I swear!”

               “You’re cursed, Kristen! Cursed!

Tomie held her head and stared at her growing body in disbelief. Her belly had transitioned from a taught, stuffed dome into a soft bulge that was already beginning to hang over a jeans button that was audibly straining with every breath. Her thighs were packed into every square millimetre of space in her jeans, taking the unnatural form of their tailored cut. On the other side of her new belly were her new breasts, swollen huge and squeezed between bra cups already three sizes too small. Full, prominent nipples had already popped free and were brushing against her t-shirt with every heavy breath. Even her upper arms were filling her jacket sleeves like sausages.

The jeans were the first to rip, orange denim parting for white skin rising through every gap like rising dough. Tomie tried to press her hands against her hips to contain the growth, only to squeeze her ass and make it bulge so hard it popped another seam. The jeans fell as rags off her chubby, quivering thighs and hung uselessly from her calves. The laced, black panties underneath was already reaching the outer limits of its elasticity, and was visibly digging a full couple inches into her hips.

Tomie’s shirt began to rise. Belly fat was expanding in all directions, and was even creasing on her sides as if marking where her waistline had once been. Breasts pressed against the shirt like cannonballs, constrained by a bra that grew ever tighter, until with a deafening pop it wasn’t anymore because the clasp on the back had snapped.

I smiled at the sight below like a farmer admiring his crop. Tomie had ripened into a 200-pound pear, just as I had planned – except neither she nor Kristen were moving! So I lay against the cold rock, holding my head and tapping my finger against my cheek thoughtfully. Would it pay to make Kristen fat too? A plan-b materialized.

“Kristen!” I yelled.

Both girls looked up just in time for me to swoop down into their midst. Stray skittles flew in all directions from the final flap of my wings before my feet touched the ground. They looked petrified, both too terrified to speak, but after a short pause, I realized I was inexplicably terrified as well.

“Kristen,” I shivered as I said her name.

Tomie glanced quickly between me and her empress, unable to put to words the questions in her mind. Meanwhile, Kristen’s eyes widened as she realized who I was.

“It’s you…” Kristen’s shock gave way to realization and then to anger. “It was you! It was you all along!”

“You broke my heart, Kristen,” I replied slowly. “You used me to get rid of Brenda and become empress. Then you threw me away just to date April.”

“I didn’t turn Brenda into a fat cow; you did!” she snapped.

“All of your ex’s are blimps now,” I replied. “But why would you care when you’re just going to step on everyone to get what you want?”

“You look pretty thin yourself.”

“But you never really wanted a relationship with me, did you?”

“You know what? You’re right. You’re a demonic creep messing with others’ bodies. No one could ever love a monster like you.”

I was about to reply when Tomie stepped forward, cradling her beach-ball gut in her hands.

“Kristen…” she said slowly. “You won’t tell me what the fuck is going on here, but can you just make a deal or something with this thing? I can’t stay like this.”

“It’s just Jane,” Kristen replied.

“I don’t care who it is! I want my body back!”

That gave me an idea. “Is that so?” I grinned. “I’d be willing to help you, but it would come at a price I’m not sure Kristen would be willing to pay.”

“What price?” Tomie asked.

“Kristen must do something selfless for once. If she agrees to take the weight you’ve gained, I’ll make it happen. But she won’t do that – will you Kristen? You’ve never been selfless in your life, so why start now?”

The looks on their faces were absolutely priceless. Tomie stared at Kristen expectantly, jacket creaking from the girth of her arms. Kristen, meanwhile, was staring blankly at me, as if she were looking through my head. She glanced down at herself, into her impressive cleavage, before adjusting her own jacket and nodding to herself.

“Okay,” she said.

Her answer surprised me so much, my whole mood snapped. All feelings of vengeance vanished, replaced by a hollow feeling of remorse. She wasn’t as selfish as I thought she was.

“Are you sure?” I asked her as I felt my resolve failing. “It’s a lot of weight…”

“Just do it already! Do it before I change my mind!”

“Okay. Alright, done!” I pointed my clawed, ringed finger at Tomie and hexed her: Tomie’s excess weight will be transferred to Kristen.

Kristen shared a look with Tomie, who was on the verge of tears.

“You don’t have to do this,” Tomie’s double-chin bulged as she held back her emotions with a grimace.

“It’s already done,” Kristen told her calmly. “It’s going to be alright. Trust me.”

It was then that I realized that I might have made a mistake, but it was too late. The hex was already beginning to take effect on Tomie’s body – and reacting with Kristen’s hex. Days ago, when my lustful love had burned brightest for the Empress of Chi Omega, I had blessed her with a hex that gave her the ability to gain on her terms. Her weight would go in all the right places. This wasn’t bad for me in and of itself, but for one thing: I’d neglected to specify whether the weight gained was fat or muscle.

Kristen’s transformation began rapidly, and in short bursts of spontaneous growth as her subconscious desires shaped her body. First, her already-bulging breasts, buoyed by a generously-large push-up bra, heaved forwards and outwards, rapidly swelling from D-cups to G’s and bigger still until the bra snapped asunder, freeing round, perfectly-shaped breasts pressing against her teal shirt. All good so far, but she’d only gotten started.

The next growth-spurt was in her loins, heralded by a loud groaning of fabric as her jeggings stretched to their limits to accommodate the expansion of everything they contained. Kristen staggered from the force of her body’s growth and twisted round to stare at her haunches already grown round and wide, and rounding further still as they twitched and flexed. Her curvaceous thighs thickened; even her calves were growing. But the dread mounting within me was only getting worse as I watched. Kristen’s legs weren’t growing chubby. I could distinctly make-out the form of quads popping forwards from their bulk. She was growing strong.

And she wasn’t just growing stronger, she was growing taller as well. The midriff  beginning to peek-out from under her shirt was bulging with the most well-defined abs I’d ever seen, and the very bones of her hips were stretching wider to accommodate ever more layers of rippling, twitching muscle.

“Wow…” Tomie gawked at her friend inch upwards in height.

Kristen was already over a head taller than me, and I could only cringe beneath her glowering gaze as her shoulders coiled thickly with coiled muscle.

“You fucked-up,” Kristen said defiantly. “Giving me more weight was exactly what I wanted,” she spread her arms out, even as their muscular bulk strained against the leather of her jacket.

“Well, actually –” I was interrupted by Kristen’s widening hips split her jeggings fly open, the button flying into my chest. “….actually uh… it was all part of the plan because, you know, I was the one who made it happen and uh…”

I sprinted for the necklace.

“Stop, bitch!” Kristen yelled. “You’re coming with me!”

I felt Kristen’s hand grip my shoulder in a vice-like death grip. The necklace was just beyond my reach. I was doomed – and then Tomie bumbled into us.

“Get her!” the formerly-chubby girl cried unhelpfully. “She’s going for it!”

Kristen was distracted enough for her grip to slacken, and it was all I needed. I flapped my wings furiously against their unguarded faces and felt them tumble backwards as I launched forward. I collided headfirst into the pedestal, but was saved a headache by my own horns. I snatched the necklace with a clawed fist, and it was all over after that.

The last I heard of them was Tomie grovelling and apologizing for her clumsiness as Kristen screamed at me.

“Fly away bitch!” she roared. “I never loved you! Never!

The waves crashing against the cave’s mouth below drowned their voices out as I arched into the sky.

 

Half an hour later and I was on the other side of campus. Here, on the edge of the wilderness beside a dirt path was a gardener’s shack so isolated it seemed even the campus staff had forgotten about it. Only crows witnessed my trespass, cawing from a single electric wire that linked the shack to civilization. It was possible that I was the only one who knew about this place since I spotted it on my many lone hikes through the forest, and that suited me just fine. Finer still was the prize I was sure would be within.

“Hah!” I said with glee. “Got you!”

Laying forgotten on a wooden shelf was a pair of gardener’s gloves with long, rough sleeves designed to withstand the toughest plants nature had to offer. Just one of them would suit my needs perfectly.

I chose the right glove to keep my rings free. Next, I shoved my fingers in and wriggled the fingers until my claws cut through. A tight fit.

“Now,” I smirked as I wrapped the necklace around my gloved wrist. “Reality can be whatever I want.”

Not the perfect one-liner, but close enough. I clasped the necklace and felt it tighten into place. The necklace would choke anyone unworthy of wearing it as far as I could tell, but it was no match for my gardener’s gauntlet!

Now, with its magic flowing through me, I looked upon the world with new eyes, keenly aware of every magical aura and flow around me. It was surprisingly, little compared to that first time I wore it by Central Hall, but I was on the edge of campus, after all. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I’d be able to spot the magic holding the pentagram together. More importantly, I’d be able to spot the magic emanating from the last remaining heirloom.

I grinned as I launched into the sky again. It was time to put Brooke’s loyalty to the test.

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Wow, what a rush! There’s a lot to digest here.

Firstly, look, Jane, I hate to give it to the psycho who dumped you for some boring airhead with nice tits, but she has a point, you know. The jealous girlfriend is not a good look for you. You should really think about moving on and letting this one go, and maybe even making it up to April if your able.

On the other hand, screwing with people is something literally everyone on this island does, it’s part of why I like you, so keep doing it. Godspeed, you magnificent bastard.


Also, I think it’s about time Jane went through and seriously considered dismantling some of these old curses. They’re really starting to be a pain in the ass. I’m not even sure how Zoltan and Buxley fit into this anymore, and I’m worried about how Brittney and all the other “transfer excess weight” curses will add up over time. Like, if Peaches, for example, gains weight again, will unlucky girl no. 667 who touches her also put on weight again? What about the hex Brittney cast on Jane? Was a one and done sort of hex?
 

Also also, now that Jane can sense Nen or whatever, will she finally be able to get a look at her succubae naked?

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8 hours ago, Mr.Grignard said:

Wow, what a rush! There’s a lot to digest here.

Firstly, look, Jane, I hate to give it to the psycho who dumped you for some boring airhead with nice tits, but she has a point, you know. The jealous girlfriend is not a good look for you. You should really think about moving on and letting this one go, and maybe even making it up to April if your able.

On the other hand, screwing with people is something literally everyone on this island does, it’s part of why I like you, so keep doing it. Godspeed, you magnificent bastard.


Also, I think it’s about time Jane went through and seriously considered dismantling some of these old curses. They’re really starting to be a pain in the ass. I’m not even sure how Zoltan and Buxley fit into this anymore, and I’m worried about how Brittney and all the other “transfer excess weight” curses will add up over time. Like, if Peaches, for example, gains weight again, will unlucky girl no. 667 who touches her also put on weight again? What about the hex Brittney cast on Jane? Was a one and done sort of hex?
 

Also also, now that Jane can sense Nen or whatever, will she finally be able to get a look at her succubae naked?

Jane Wick: so brilliant she gets tricked by her own schemes

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16 hours ago, hs reunions done-29,39 said:

what actresses would be most likely to want to do a good job with the screenplay of this story.....how much would have to be trimmed back......how important could food be, possibly to be used to make it not completely magical in the body changes......has anyone talked to you about making this a movie?

The subject came up at least once before, but I forget the details. To make this a movie would be quite an undertaking, with a lot of skill and talent needed. There isn’t enough hype to make this a Netflix series, obviously, and it’s pretty fetishy for most mainstream producers/actresses, so to make it happen we have to do something unorthodox. Basically, we have to progress in baby steps.

Step one: finish the story.

Step two: illustrate the story (I’m doing this now with some help from fans and pat*eon).

Step three: publish the complete and illustrated story.

Step four: Pokemon-style video game? Would need to commission someone to do this.

Step five: little animations of the juiciest scenes (will commission animators and voice actresses from the FA community 👀)

Step six: comic maybe

Steo seven: audiobook maybe (with epic sound effects)

Step eight: longer animations released chapter by chapter

The plan is coming along with no trouble so far. The little money I make here and on patr*on is 100% reinvested into this plan and it’s starting to get a neat little snowball effect too. 

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1 hour ago, >_< 0_0 said:

The subject came up at least once before, but I forget the details. To make this a movie would be quite an undertaking, with a lot of skill and talent needed. There isn’t enough hype to make this a Netflix series, obviously, and it’s pretty fetishy for most mainstream producers/actresses, so to make it happen we have to do something unorthodox. Basically, we have to progress in baby steps.

Step one: finish the story.

Step two: illustrate the story (I’m doing this now with some help from fans and pat*eon).

Step three: publish the complete and illustrated story.

Step four: Pokemon-style video game? Would need to commission someone to do this.

Step five: little animations of the juiciest scenes (will commission animators and voice actresses from the FA community 👀)

Step six: comic maybe

Steo seven: audiobook maybe (with epic sound effects)

Step eight: longer animations released chapter by chapter

The plan is coming along with no trouble so far. The little money I make here and on patr*on is 100% reinvested into this plan and it’s starting to get a neat little snowball effect too. 

I am glad to hear this response. I can offer an admittedly amateurish viewpoint....there is an enormous consciousness of weight issues in the USA, with conflicting opinions.....and the conflict is basically a good thing. The consciousness is more from females, but it triggers a wide range of reactions from males....who are often not welcome with what they think. It mirrors what you wrote  Your story grew increasingly not easy to abandon, even as the complexity made it hard to stick with. 8 steps needs to be important....and not become clutter......and the role of food seems like it would be valuable both in illustration and effects of the consequences. 

Glad you have plans. 

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A point I failed to make with "there is an enormous consciousness of weight issues in the USA", (as well as in many other places) is that while the consciousness exists....it is often hidden---a compliment for a weight loss from a man, for example, could be interpreted as ---oh, so there was something not good about how I was?". The responses often avoid or change the subject..."I don't pay much attention to my scale", or "it is probably what I am wearing that (makes me look different, and skinnier or fatter, so just shut up about it)....a movie with this premise, and some of the various things dealt with would put some of the existing mostly avoided feelings out there for argument......they would have likes and dislikes of various characters based of behaviors not often talked about....Maybe that is overstating it...

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New Thin College chapter just dropped 😏 this one’s a long one! I didn’t want to split it into two because I wanted to get the plot out of the way in preparation for the chaos that happens in the next chapter after this one. This chapter’s a little dark, but I promise I’m not going full edgelord on you. Never go full edgelord… 😒

Chapter Seventy-Six

               Chi Beta’s “Plantation” – also known as the “Big House,” was one of the creepiest buildings on campus. Not everyone thoughts so; there was no lack of party girls who flocked there to drink outdoors on a freshly-mown backyard nestled between imported trees and a glittering pond, but more than a few students didn’t hesitate to point out how odd it was to have a Southern style mansion built on a cold Canadian island like Biltmore. Whoever built it a century ago had obviously been homesick. I, for one, detested everything about the house. Those old, forlorn “Big Houses” in the Old South were haunted by history, and the fact that one was erected here, and constantly shrouded in dense fog, made it all the worse.

               “Dammit Scoob,” I muttered as I perched out of sight on the house’s tiled roof. “Why do we always split up? Like, doesn’t that sound stupid when we’re sneaking through a faux Civil War plantation?”

               I was muttering nonsense to myself, of course, but the point remained: why had I let Brooke go off on her own? Hadn’t I been thinking she would betray me at the first opportunity? I had to remind myself that taking her with me to steal the necklace was an equally bad idea. In any case, perhaps she had found Chi Beta’s magical heirloom without my help.

               “Heh,” I snickered. “Fat chance of that.

               Brooke was more likely to be caught trying. She knew this, so she might choose this moment to betray me. Not that it mattered. I had the Necklace, and I could see threads of magic everywhere. Even through fog thick enough to hide most of the ground from my view, I could still see it coursing through the air, arching high overhead and funneling down into focal points below. Wherever a magic thread took root, its subject glowed like a quest-giver in some RPG. I could see half the sorority girls this way, all of them with various amounts of chub stuffed under their clothes. Some looked twenty pounds heavy, others looked two, but none of them were what I was looking for. The heirloom would have several threads leading to it, and glow brighter still.

               The treehouse which Emily suspected held the Chi Beta heirloom was built into the lower layers of a towering redwood tall enough to rival even Central Hall’s height. Rooms rested on several branches, with stairways, ladders, and rope causeways connecting them all. There was even a particularly-long ladder leading clear into the upper-reaches of the tree, which led to a small observation deck swaying with the wind near two hundred meters above-ground. It was only big enough for one person to fit inside at a time, but surely its majestic, fear-inducing height meant something? What better place to hide a heirloom?

               Yet I sensed nothing. Even as I flew into the tree and clutched against the observation tower’s door, there was no sign of magic. When I opened the side entrance and stepped inside, all I found was an intricately-carved panel with an empty jewellery box placed at its centre. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the heirloom had been here, only to be removed. Had Brooke taken it for herself or had the staff taken it somewhere safer to thwart my efforts?

               “I did tell her it was hers to keep, didn’t I?” I rolled my eyes. “You should be more careful promising things, Jane.”

               But as I turned to leave, something caught my eye. A glow emanated from one of the upper rooms of the Big House I had just launched from, faint enough for me to miss it at first glance, but bright enough to unmistakeably be a node of magic.

               “What is that?” I squinted in vain to make out its shape. “Could that be…?”

               I leapt out of the treehouse shrine and let myself glide closer to the mysterious object, but the closer I got, the more mysterious the object got – or rather, objects. There were multiple nodes of magic, all concentrated on the upper right corner of the Big House. Whatever they were, they were in the same room.

               I approached cautiously, slowly leaning down from the roof to peek through a window for signs of life within and then used my claws to balance my weight against both blinds as I tested the window to see if it was locked. It wasn’t. I was slipping through the gap and pushing through drawn curtains into a warm bedroom in no time.

               Except it wasn’t so much a bedroom as it was a lair. There was a bed in one corner, a dresser and closet in the other, and various trophies and trinkets that proved someone lived in it, but the room was dominated by a single feature: the desk.

               The desk lay beneath a window separate from the one I had climbed through, covered by an impressive spread of computer screens that would’ve covered the view outdoors if the curtains weren’t drawn. Each screen played its own screensaver that cast a ghostly glow of colours all over the room’s walls – all except one, which played a muted mix of seizure-inducing music videos.

               “What the hell…?” I crept closer to the setup, inexplicably dreading every step.

               The laptop playing music videos looked familiar – the music videos looked familiar. Both were mine. I stared down in disbelief at the sight of anime violence flashing on the screen. It should’ve been impossible for someone to even unlock my password-protected laptop – fuck, it should’ve been impossible for anyone to get their hands on it from my old room! Yet here it was in some sorority girl’s bedroom. 

I ran my hand against the keyboard, feeling the loose UP key and noting the scratch marks on the right side made by stuffing it down my backpack for class every day. It was exactly as I remembered, save for one difference: I could see magic radiating out from what looked like a faintly-glowing handprint on the screen…

Suddenly, the music videos stopped, replaced by a live feed of a familiar face leering back at me. It took me awhile to recognize her without the neon-pink eyes. It was the woman who had strip-teased that first fateful day and had told me where to find the first heirloom.

“So you finally figured it out,” she grinned maliciously. The camera shook as if she were filming herself from a smartphone while walking. “How’s the demon-body, love?”

Startled, I staggered back from her as if she were a vicious animal. “You… what’s…”

“Were you expecting to find something? Maybe… this?” she held her hand up to reveal an ornate silver bracelet clasped around her wrist. “Well, I’m sorry babe, but momma can’t give everything away.”

“Sucky?” I asked.

She stared at me with green eyes that seemed all too normal, but I recognized her tone through dozens of bodily proxies and voices. It was her. “Don’t you recognize me? You had a good look at my legs from under that table in the conference room.”

“I…” the pieces snapped into place all at once. Five sorority leaders in that conference room as I hid under the table, one from each sorority, including Chi Beta. I was in the Chi Beta Plantation. “Viceroy? You’re the Viceroy of Chi Beta? All this time you were just a student?”

“A student with a couple magic trinkets, yeah. Took you long enough to figure that out. Actually thought you were finished. I even gave someone else the App. But the fact that you’re still around makes things so much easier for me.”

“Why did you take my laptop?”

The Viceroy lifted her phone high overhead to make the camera angle catch her whole body walking down some hallway and stuck her pierced-tongue out as she flashed a peace-sign. “I see you got that Necklace wrapped around your wrist, so maybe you can see my handprint on it? That’s my mark.” Viceroy stuck her pierced-tongue out again, mocking me. “See this? This lets me alter the shape and nature of anything I’ve ever touched, so long as it’s juiced-up with enough magic… and this,” she held the silver bracelet near the camera lens. “Lets me possess bodies.”

“So that’s how you’ve been doing all this…” I swallowed nervously. “But why?”

“Why?” Viceroy laughed. “We’ve been over this, sugarbun. Do you really expect a different answer? They say the definition of insanity is repeating something expecting different results. You really are a dumb, crazy boy.”

“I’m not crazy,” I snapped. “No, I am not.”

“But that’s just it, isn’t it? You’re the one who got yourself in this mess. You. You stalked and skulked around campus, fattening random girls left and right, and you never paused to wonder if it was the right or smart thing to do. Everything that’s happened is your fault.” Viceroy’s eyes began to glow, flushing pink. “But I should thank you for that. My power has grown with every pound you’ve earned. Soon I’ll be strong enough to control all of Biltmore.”

“I’m not helping you anymore,” I said flatly. “Not after how you betrayed me and left me to rot in that cell.”

Viceroy laughed and stopped walking when she reached a door. “You’re cute. Do you think I’d be monologuing like this if I needed you anymore? Did your horny brain ever suspect that perhaps I was keeping you preoccupied?”

Too late, I realized what she was doing. Even as I sprang for the window, the door slammed open and two sorority girls rushed-in to stop me. They grabbed both my arms, resisting my attempts to flap them off with my wings. I couldn’t help but notice that their eyes were glowing pink. The more I struggled, the tighter they gripped as they slowly turned me around to face the door again. None other than Viceroy stepped inside, eyes ghoulishly aglow as she quietly shut the door behind her.

“You may have noticed I have two girls under my spell this time,” she squinted as she admired the body she had given me. “Threesomes are hard to get, but your help’s made it easier. But still… I can’t give you too much credit. You’re so slow when it comes to fattening these girls up.”

“What, you wanted me to finish fast?” I snapped against my better judgement.

She glared at me and I felt the hands holding my arms grip tighter. “Nice,” she said slowly. “But witty pick-up lines only get you so far with a girl. Now that you’ve come and brought all the heirlooms to me, I can take them all and do this myself.”

“Do what?” I asked as I struggled in vain as the possessed girls pulled the rings from my fingers one by one.

“You’d be a lot handsomer if you shut up and stopped asking stupid questions,” Viceroy cooed as she leaned close and plucked the belly ring from my navel and pressed it into her own. “You knowwhat I’m about to do, but to stroke my own ego, I’ll lay it out for you: I’m going to put these rings on, walk out that door, and start making the students and faculty fatter and fatter. I won’t stop until I’m the only one who can fit through a door, and when that happens, I’ll be so powerful, not even the college president will be able to stop me! I’ll be a goddess! One of the greatest who ever lived!”

“So… everything you said before – everything you led me on about – that was all a lie?”

She laughed a bit to herself and lay a hand on my shoulder. “Look – listen, Jason. You’re a real bookworm, right? I’ve seen how much you read. You might have thought this was like one of those stories you were reading – and I guess you could say it is – but your biggest mistake was you thought that you were the protagonist. This is mystory, Jason. Not yours… but then again…” she slid her hand across my neck and cupped my cheek. “Maybe it can be, in a way.”

Viceroy’s body began to change, with her hair retreating from her shoulders and her chest flattening. Even her clothes began to change, and as I saw an olive-green jacket take form, I began to realize what she was doing. Her tongue-piercing was a heirloom that allowed her to change the form of whatever she touched, and she was changing herself – into Jason Alban!

When she was done, I was in even greater shock. Every last detail, from the mole on his neck to the way his hair parted was exactly the way I remembered looking like once upon a time. 

“They’re gonna get a real kick out of this one,” Viceroy’s voice had altered just enough to sound like mine used to, though its tone was off. He stuck his tongue out and wagged it to show that the piercing was still there.

“You goddamned bitch…” I frothed uselessly.

“That would be you,” Viceroy smirked. “But I’m afraid it’s about to get worse…”

Before I could flinch, the possessed girls palmed the back of my head together and smashed my face into the floor. I wish that had knocked me out, but it was several agonizing moments of agony before I finally did.

 

Pain. Agony. I barely understood what was happening around me. Maybe there were footsteps on either side of me. Maybe I wasn’t awake at all…

 

A nice, big house.

I frolicked and ran around it every day, digging holes with the dog and playing on the swing with my sister. Mom was cooking in the kitchen while Dad worked at his home office. It was Sunday, so we would have to change into our dress clothes soon and I would get to see my friends after sacrament. I couldn’t wait to meet my best friend and tell him I would be five soon. I’d be able to go to Kindergarten and show everyone how smart I was. Dad always said I was smart.

 

Dad smiled as he looked at my latest drawing as I balanced on my toes to peer over his office desk to watch him write notes on my masterpiece.

“They’re called ‘Liquidmen,’” I said proudly. “They’re made of liquid and can split in half and make copies of themselves.”

“Very cool,” Dad jotted a small note next to what I had pointed at that I couldn’t read.

“And that’s their Death Star,” I pointed at another part of the paper. “They’re building it in the Crab Nebula so that no one finds out – and they’re making others too. Lots of death stars!”

“Ooh, the Crab Nebula. Where did you learn about that?”

“I learned about it in Kindergarten!” I beamed.

“Ooh, smart!” Dad jotted one last note and filed-away my art with the rest. “You’re really smart, Jason.”

 

One day, we were watching The Nutty Professor on TV as a family. Mom and Dad had seen it in the theatre already and thought it was pretty funny. I guess it was, but I was distracted by a nagging question in the back of my mind. After the movie cut for a commercial break for a third time, I finally mustered the courage to ask it aloud.

“Dad? When is first grade going to start?”

“Well,” he inhaled before continuing. “We’re not actually sending you to school again.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s because they’re not teaching you like they should. Kindergarten isn’t as educational as it was when I went through it. Remember when you were four and I taught you how to read?”

“Yeah…”

“I asked your teachers if you could get tutored so that you could keep learning and they said no. They wanted you to be at the same level as all the other kids. They just wanted every kid to be equally stupid. You’re too smart for that, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So we’ll teach you and your siblings at home.”

I felt proud for being told I was smart, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I should be asking some other question, though I didn’t know what it was. I was distracted from that thought by the movie starting again. The professor was in the hospital. Suddenly he was gasping for breath. His whole body was expanding. The heartbeat monitor accelerated. Doctors ran. He kept growing. One of the doctors didn’t make it. The enormous belly swallowing the hallway pushed him through a broken window as he screamed to his death.

As my family laughed, I ran away and hid upstairs.

 

“Dad,” I asked as we huddled by the stairs. “When we move, will we start going back to church? Is that when I’ll get baptized?”

“We can talk about that later. Is everyone listening?”

Me, Mom, my sisters and brother all nodded.

“It’s almost time for us to move into the forest,” Dad smiled. “Mom and I talked about it last night, and even though the house isn’t built yet, we can get a mobile home and live there until its built in about a year. It’s very beautiful, so we decided it’s worth it.”

“We’re moving!” my toddler brother said excitedly. I almost sneered, but mentally reminded myself that I was eight and he was only three. He didn’t have friends yet like I did. I’d miss them.

 

Dad was packing the living room as he watched That 70’s Show. It was an “adult” show, so I wasn’t allowed to watch it, but I saw some of it while Dad’s back was turned. Some girl was eating something and turned blue. Then her body started swelling.

“Oh no, it’s happening to me!” she screamed.

The blood drained from my face. Dad turned around in time to see me running away. I didn’t eat any food that day.

 

The wide open wilderness was beautiful, just like Dad said. The small mobile home on cinderblock stilts, not so much. Most of our furniture was still at the old house, so Dad drove off to bring it back while I stayed with Mom and the kids. All we had were sleeping bags and some food.

For a straight week I lay in my sleeping bag staring at the bare, white walls. I missed my friends. I missed going out to town on errands. Before he left, Dad said he wanted to design the new house himself, but he told us not to worry. It wouldn’t take more than a year.

 

I dreaded sleep, but no matter how long I forced my eyes to stay open, they always shut and the nightmares came. I dreamed of empty hallways and abandoned rooms. Not a soul could be found, but somehow I knew that if I turned the wrong corner, something would find and eat me.

I also dreamed of childhood cartoons, different enough from the real thing to make me feel as if there was something missing. Sometimes their bodies would start to inflate. It was fascinating. When I had these dreams, I would lay in bed thinking about how they expanded for as long as I could, wondering what it would feel like. It was too cold to get up, and I didn’t want to deal with the dirty, little brothers I shared the room with.

 

Years passed, and most of the furniture was squeezed into the mobile home, but the real house hadn’t even been started on. When he was home, Dad would spend hours designing it, cutting paper squares and labelling them as different rooms and constantly rearranging them on his desk. More often than not, he wasn’t. There was business out of state he had to finish and he was gone weeks at a time, returning to do laundry only to leave the next day.

Mom did the best one parent with five kids could do, but no amount of discipline could stop the screaming. She spent hours watching Home and Garden Channel, adoring the interior designs others were doing on screen. She couldn’t wait for the house to be done. It’s what kept her going as she tried and failed to keep the house clean while her husband was away.

Then something in her snapped. It started with violent twitches and moaning. Over the months, it grew worse and became seizures that had her writhing on the kitchen floor as I begged her to let me call 911.

Dad came back and took her to clinic after clinic. Doctors told her she was lying. They prescribed pill after failed pill. Nothing worked. No one knew how to help her. It took five years to find someone and something that did, and meanwhile the house still hadn’t been built.

I grew up into a skinny, malnourished teenager, studying at home from 8 to 5 because my parents hated when we played in the house. We weren’t allowed to watch cartoons. There was no internet. Staying at home meant fighting my brothers to keep my room clean and being blamed for fighting, so I started hiking into the mountains. In the summer months, I started sleeping in the mountains too.

 

I didn’t have nightmares anymore. I didn’t dream of inflating cartoon characters either. Instead, I dreamed of women. I didn’t have a chance to talk to many in real life, but we watched enough television for me to know they existed, and they were the most beautiful things in the world. Everything they wore was sexy to me. Bikinis. Tight jeans. Low-cut shirts. Everything my Mother and sisters didn’t wear.

Sometimes, if I was very exceedingly lucky, I would dream that their breasts and asses were expanding. They were the greatest dreams I ever had, and I always woke too soon from them. I would lay in bed hoping to fall asleep and have them again every morning.

 

“Ready to start high school?”

I was more than ready. Dad hated the public school system as much as he did any other human interaction, but he knew it was my best shot at getting into college. After five years of living in backwoods, I was finally going to meet people and make friends. I’d spent the last month hiking the mile to where the bus stop was to make sure I was ready. I couldn’t wait to leave the cramped, dirty house.

 

High school was huge. I’d never seen so many people together in one place in my life. Thirty people in one classroom, five hundred in one building, and half of them were hot girls. All of them were hot. The cheerleaders, the basketball players, the gymnasts, the goths, the emos, the hipsters… all of them. I wish they talked to me.

The boys talked to me just fine. It only took them two days to realize there was something off about me. Every lunch period they would circle around, grinning as they asked me endless questions.

“Hey Jason,” one of them smirked, reeking of something I’d never smelled before. “Ever heard AC/DC?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Ever listened to Metallica?” his friend asked.

“I don’t know that either…”

So it went, every day. I had always wondered if I would be bullied in school, but so far I was just fine. No one touched me. Maybe I could call them my friends.

 

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court…”

I’d been called out of class and brought into an empty room with a police officer, but I hadn’t realized how truly screwed I was until that moment. It was just me, him, and a camera stand. I could feel my life hanging in the balance and I didn’t even know why I was there.

“So Jason,” the police officer glanced at a thin stack of papers before looking at me. “Do you know someone named Ms. Lund?”

My knees and elbows shook as I answered. “N-no, w-who’s that?”

“You weren’t drawing these pictures of her in German class?” he removed a paper from his stack and showed me a crude anime doodle of a girl in a military uniform. It was mine.

“O-oh no, that’s not… that’s not a real person…”

“Did you send her a birthday card last week?”

“I don’t k-know Ms. Lund… I-I don’t know who she is… we use nicknames in German class.”

It all started clicking in my head. My “friends” who’d asked me to draw something for them had taken my art and given them to some random girl. Who knew which one? They all thought I was weird anyway.

Even though the police officer let me go back to class after that, the trauma had been done. I couldn’t tell who was actually friendly. Maybe none of them were. I didn’t try to talk to anyone for a long time after that.

 

I hated coming home; it had only gotten dirtier now that I wasn’t around and my parents couldn’t make me clean everything. They still didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t make any of the messes.

When I could, I would stay at school after the last bell and look up Youtube vids in the computer lab. It was the first time I’d ever had the internet, and I went wild. There were breast expansion vids. There were butt expansion vids! There were things I’d never even seen before! I still had no friends, but finding such things online proved to me that I wasn’t alone. There were others out there like me. Somewhere.

Once, I accidentally stumbled upon a vid called “Cowing Up.” It showed an anime girl turning into a cow. I was so horrified I didn’t have a boner for ten days. It took awhile for me to muster the courage to return to the computer lab again.

 

My eighteenth birthday finally came. I smiled at the small pile of presents on the table. Mom pushed a button on the CD cassette to get a birthday song playing.

“Turn that shit off,” Dad snapped. He’d grown bitter over the years.

“L-lets open the first one,” I forced my smile even wider to compensate for the silence in the dining room. “Hey, it’s a jacket! Thanks Dad.”

The presents came and went. I had no friends to celebrate with, but I was optimistic. I’d placed high in my class and been offered a scholarship to attend some Canadian college called Biltmore. Mom begged me to consider studying close to home, but I honestly felt the further away I could get from this mobile shack in the mountains, the better. High school had given me a taste of a better world full of people, internet, and women. College would give my social life a fresh start. I could earn a major and get a job.  I could get a girlfriend.

All I had to do was graduate and wait until the first semester started.

 

The new house was never built. Dad always said “next year,” and I believed him less every time he said it. He spent every waking moment trading stocks, and stocks were down this year. The woods loomed all around us, as if poised to swallow the decaying mobile home the moment it was left alone.

Graduation came and went. I tried in vain to find a job, but the house had no internet and newspaper classifieds weren’t what they used to be. Dad suggested picking blueberries on the farm across the river, but they only hired migrants.

Dad never hesitated berating me for playing video games all night, but how was I supposed to tell him night was the only time I was left alone from my toxic family? My freedom was a mere couple months away; all I had to do was wait for college to begin and I’d finally be gone, but now that it was so close, home only seemed more suffocating. Boxes and stacks of books everywhere, food rotting on dirty plates in the sink, diapers stinking in the trash, and an ancient box TV that no one watched anymore because the shows had grown too “explicit.” This place had become hell. I just had to wait it out.

I snapped two weeks early. Younger sister hogged the bathroom for half an hour for the hundredth time. I banged on the door to make her hurry. Younger brother squared-up, aching to show he could win a fight. We punched and threw each other against piles of junk. Mom and Dad stayed in their bedroom with the door locked, like always. I slept outside that night, swearing to myself I’d leave at dawn.

 

The next day, Dad handed me a printout covered with highlights as I was packing my belongings into my car.

“What the hell is this?” I sneered at the medical jargon.

“I didn’t want to tell this to you, but you have Asperger’s syndrome.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s basically high-functioning autism. You see, there’s a spectrum of autism –”

“I don’t have fucking autism. Why the hell are you trying to tell me I have autism…”

“Yeah, you have autism,” Dad nodded his head fatefully, as if my denial angered him.

“You can’t tell me I have autism! You’re not a fucking doctor!”

“Yes I am. I went to Harvard Medical and took a class in neurology –”

“You’re a dentist, Dad! You haven’t even practiced since we moved to this backwoods mountain home.”

“Listen to me,” he glowered. “I tried to be silent about this, but you kept getting in trouble at school, drawing those Nazi pictures…”

“Oh my fucking god, just because they’re wearing uniforms doesn’t mean… so let me get this straight. You just up and decided I’m ‘on the spectrum’ for how long? How long have you secretly thought I was mentally retarded?”

“You’re not retarded, son, but remember when you were in kindergarten and you kept getting put in detention because you wouldn’t sit still? Your teachers asked us permission to give you medication to make you calm down, but we wouldn’t let them. It’s one of the reasons we pulled you and the kids out of school.”

My whole world was falling apart. All those years I’d idolized my father, glowing as he admired my little drawings and called me smart, it had all been a lie. He didn’t think I was smart. He didn’t even like the drawings. The last person in the world I had left had forsaken me.

I could have argued with him. I could’ve told him he was trying to blame my social awkwardness on some random syndrome he’d found in a book as opposed to admitting his total failure as a parent for isolating me and his kids in the wilderness with no internet or TV for nine years. Instead, I just loaded the last of my possessions into my trunk, got into the car, and drove off.

There was nothing left for me there. To hell with my family! I’d sleep in my car until the semester started. I would never come back.

 

Jane!

 

I would never come back.

 

“Jane! Wake up! Oh my shit, what happened to your face…”

I moaned as I felt someone roll my body so that my face wasn’t on the floor anymore. I felt my horns snag on my long hair. Faint dreams faded away, and the present day came roaring back to the forefront of my consciousness. I wasn’t Jason Alban anymore. I was Jane Wick.

“Who’s that…?” I groaned. “My nose… it hurts…”

“Your nose is fine; just open your eyes. I need your help.”

When I did open them, I found a chubby, blonde girl in ill-fitting workout clothes crouching over me. “Brooke?” I squinted. “How did you find me? Where did the others go…?”

“We can talk about that later. Where’s the thing you promised me?”

“The thing…? Ugh…” I slowly sat myself up, wincing as my wings snagged under my legs and tugged my shoulders. “Oh, right. The thing…”

Yes, the thing that will make me thin again. That thing. I really need it.”

“Brooke, things are so much worse than I thought. The Viceroy of Chi Beta’s taken all the trinkets and we have to stop her before she turns the student body into her own cattle herd.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she’s masquerading as Jason and she’s about to make everyone fat so she can take over our souls and become a goddess! Or something like that…”

“What the fuck…”

Before we could continue our conversation, someone downstairs screamed.

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11 hours ago, Mr.Grignard said:

I mean, let’s be real here, it was pretty obvious “Sucky” was to good to be true, but this was like the worst possible outcome imaginable. But it isn’t quite game over yet. There’s still a few odds and ends Jane can use.

This isn’t the first time she’s lost her stuff, so we know she get squirrel out of this one just fine. It’s how she might possibly do it that makes it interesting— oh, and the rapidly-gaining student body

 

3 hours ago, bahbah said:

Ahhh! I can’t WAIT to see what happens!!!!!

I’m writing the follow-up now 👀

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On 9/20/2021 at 9:34 AM, >_< 0_0 said:

New Thin College chapter just dropped 😏 this one’s a long one! I didn’t want to split it into two because I wanted to get the plot out of the way in preparation for the chaos that happens in the next chapter after this one. This chapter’s a little dark, but I promise I’m not going full edgelord on you. Never go full edgelord… 😒

Chapter Seventy-Six

               Chi Beta’s “Plantation” – also known as the “Big House,” was one of the creepiest buildings on campus. Not everyone thoughts so; there was no lack of party girls who flocked there to drink outdoors on a freshly-mown backyard nestled between imported trees and a glittering pond, but more than a few students didn’t hesitate to point out how odd it was to have a Southern style mansion built on a cold Canadian island like Biltmore. Whoever built it a century ago had obviously been homesick. I, for one, detested everything about the house. Those old, forlorn “Big Houses” in the Old South were haunted by history, and the fact that one was erected here, and constantly shrouded in dense fog, made it all the worse.

               “Dammit Scoob,” I muttered as I perched out of sight on the house’s tiled roof. “Why do we always split up? Like, doesn’t that sound stupid when we’re sneaking through a faux Civil War plantation?”

               I was muttering nonsense to myself, of course, but the point remained: why had I let Brooke go off on her own? Hadn’t I been thinking she would betray me at the first opportunity? I had to remind myself that taking her with me to steal the necklace was an equally bad idea. In any case, perhaps she had found Chi Beta’s magical heirloom without my help.

               “Heh,” I snickered. “Fat chance of that.

               Brooke was more likely to be caught trying. She knew this, so she might choose this moment to betray me. Not that it mattered. I had the Necklace, and I could see threads of magic everywhere. Even through fog thick enough to hide most of the ground from my view, I could still see it coursing through the air, arching high overhead and funneling down into focal points below. Wherever a magic thread took root, its subject glowed like a quest-giver in some RPG. I could see half the sorority girls this way, all of them with various amounts of chub stuffed under their clothes. Some looked twenty pounds heavy, others looked two, but none of them were what I was looking for. The heirloom would have several threads leading to it, and glow brighter still.

               The treehouse which Emily suspected held the Chi Beta heirloom was built into the lower layers of a towering redwood tall enough to rival even Central Hall’s height. Rooms rested on several branches, with stairways, ladders, and rope causeways connecting them all. There was even a particularly-long ladder leading clear into the upper-reaches of the tree, which led to a small observation deck swaying with the wind near two hundred meters above-ground. It was only big enough for one person to fit inside at a time, but surely its majestic, fear-inducing height meant something? What better place to hide a heirloom?

               Yet I sensed nothing. Even as I flew into the tree and clutched against the observation tower’s door, there was no sign of magic. When I opened the side entrance and stepped inside, all I found was an intricately-carved panel with an empty jewellery box placed at its centre. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the heirloom had been here, only to be removed. Had Brooke taken it for herself or had the staff taken it somewhere safer to thwart my efforts?

               “I did tell her it was hers to keep, didn’t I?” I rolled my eyes. “You should be more careful promising things, Jane.”

               But as I turned to leave, something caught my eye. A glow emanated from one of the upper rooms of the Big House I had just launched from, faint enough for me to miss it at first glance, but bright enough to unmistakeably be a node of magic.

               “What is that?” I squinted in vain to make out its shape. “Could that be…?”

               I leapt out of the treehouse shrine and let myself glide closer to the mysterious object, but the closer I got, the more mysterious the object got – or rather, objects. There were multiple nodes of magic, all concentrated on the upper right corner of the Big House. Whatever they were, they were in the same room.

               I approached cautiously, slowly leaning down from the roof to peek through a window for signs of life within and then used my claws to balance my weight against both blinds as I tested the window to see if it was locked. It wasn’t. I was slipping through the gap and pushing through drawn curtains into a warm bedroom in no time.

               Except it wasn’t so much a bedroom as it was a lair. There was a bed in one corner, a dresser and closet in the other, and various trophies and trinkets that proved someone lived in it, but the room was dominated by a single feature: the desk.

               The desk lay beneath a window separate from the one I had climbed through, covered by an impressive spread of computer screens that would’ve covered the view outdoors if the curtains weren’t drawn. Each screen played its own screensaver that cast a ghostly glow of colours all over the room’s walls – all except one, which played a muted mix of seizure-inducing music videos.

               “What the hell…?” I crept closer to the setup, inexplicably dreading every step.

               The laptop playing music videos looked familiar – the music videos looked familiar. Both were mine. I stared down in disbelief at the sight of anime violence flashing on the screen. It should’ve been impossible for someone to even unlock my password-protected laptop – fuck, it should’ve been impossible for anyone to get their hands on it from my old room! Yet here it was in some sorority girl’s bedroom. 

I ran my hand against the keyboard, feeling the loose UP key and noting the scratch marks on the right side made by stuffing it down my backpack for class every day. It was exactly as I remembered, save for one difference: I could see magic radiating out from what looked like a faintly-glowing handprint on the screen…

Suddenly, the music videos stopped, replaced by a live feed of a familiar face leering back at me. It took me awhile to recognize her without the neon-pink eyes. It was the woman who had strip-teased that first fateful day and had told me where to find the first heirloom.

“So you finally figured it out,” she grinned maliciously. The camera shook as if she were filming herself from a smartphone while walking. “How’s the demon-body, love?”

Startled, I staggered back from her as if she were a vicious animal. “You… what’s…”

“Were you expecting to find something? Maybe… this?” she held her hand up to reveal an ornate silver bracelet clasped around her wrist. “Well, I’m sorry babe, but momma can’t give everything away.”

“Sucky?” I asked.

She stared at me with green eyes that seemed all too normal, but I recognized her tone through dozens of bodily proxies and voices. It was her. “Don’t you recognize me? You had a good look at my legs from under that table in the conference room.”

“I…” the pieces snapped into place all at once. Five sorority leaders in that conference room as I hid under the table, one from each sorority, including Chi Beta. I was in the Chi Beta Plantation. “Viceroy? You’re the Viceroy of Chi Beta? All this time you were just a student?”

“A student with a couple magic trinkets, yeah. Took you long enough to figure that out. Actually thought you were finished. I even gave someone else the App. But the fact that you’re still around makes things so much easier for me.”

“Why did you take my laptop?”

The Viceroy lifted her phone high overhead to make the camera angle catch her whole body walking down some hallway and stuck her pierced-tongue out as she flashed a peace-sign. “I see you got that Necklace wrapped around your wrist, so maybe you can see my handprint on it? That’s my mark.” Viceroy stuck her pierced-tongue out again, mocking me. “See this? This lets me alter the shape and nature of anything I’ve ever touched, so long as it’s juiced-up with enough magic… and this,” she held the silver bracelet near the camera lens. “Lets me possess bodies.”

“So that’s how you’ve been doing all this…” I swallowed nervously. “But why?”

“Why?” Viceroy laughed. “We’ve been over this, sugarbun. Do you really expect a different answer? They say the definition of insanity is repeating something expecting different results. You really are a dumb, crazy boy.”

“I’m not crazy,” I snapped. “No, I am not.”

“But that’s just it, isn’t it? You’re the one who got yourself in this mess. You. You stalked and skulked around campus, fattening random girls left and right, and you never paused to wonder if it was the right or smart thing to do. Everything that’s happened is your fault.” Viceroy’s eyes began to glow, flushing pink. “But I should thank you for that. My power has grown with every pound you’ve earned. Soon I’ll be strong enough to control all of Biltmore.”

“I’m not helping you anymore,” I said flatly. “Not after how you betrayed me and left me to rot in that cell.”

Viceroy laughed and stopped walking when she reached a door. “You’re cute. Do you think I’d be monologuing like this if I needed you anymore? Did your horny brain ever suspect that perhaps I was keeping you preoccupied?”

Too late, I realized what she was doing. Even as I sprang for the window, the door slammed open and two sorority girls rushed-in to stop me. They grabbed both my arms, resisting my attempts to flap them off with my wings. I couldn’t help but notice that their eyes were glowing pink. The more I struggled, the tighter they gripped as they slowly turned me around to face the door again. None other than Viceroy stepped inside, eyes ghoulishly aglow as she quietly shut the door behind her.

“You may have noticed I have two girls under my spell this time,” she squinted as she admired the body she had given me. “Threesomes are hard to get, but your help’s made it easier. But still… I can’t give you too much credit. You’re so slow when it comes to fattening these girls up.”

“What, you wanted me to finish fast?” I snapped against my better judgement.

She glared at me and I felt the hands holding my arms grip tighter. “Nice,” she said slowly. “But witty pick-up lines only get you so far with a girl. Now that you’ve come and brought all the heirlooms to me, I can take them all and do this myself.”

“Do what?” I asked as I struggled in vain as the possessed girls pulled the rings from my fingers one by one.

“You’d be a lot handsomer if you shut up and stopped asking stupid questions,” Viceroy cooed as she leaned close and plucked the belly ring from my navel and pressed it into her own. “You knowwhat I’m about to do, but to stroke my own ego, I’ll lay it out for you: I’m going to put these rings on, walk out that door, and start making the students and faculty fatter and fatter. I won’t stop until I’m the only one who can fit through a door, and when that happens, I’ll be so powerful, not even the college president will be able to stop me! I’ll be a goddess! One of the greatest who ever lived!”

“So… everything you said before – everything you led me on about – that was all a lie?”

She laughed a bit to herself and lay a hand on my shoulder. “Look – listen, Jason. You’re a real bookworm, right? I’ve seen how much you read. You might have thought this was like one of those stories you were reading – and I guess you could say it is – but your biggest mistake was you thought that you were the protagonist. This is mystory, Jason. Not yours… but then again…” she slid her hand across my neck and cupped my cheek. “Maybe it can be, in a way.”

Viceroy’s body began to change, with her hair retreating from her shoulders and her chest flattening. Even her clothes began to change, and as I saw an olive-green jacket take form, I began to realize what she was doing. Her tongue-piercing was a heirloom that allowed her to change the form of whatever she touched, and she was changing herself – into Jason Alban!

When she was done, I was in even greater shock. Every last detail, from the mole on his neck to the way his hair parted was exactly the way I remembered looking like once upon a time. 

“They’re gonna get a real kick out of this one,” Viceroy’s voice had altered just enough to sound like mine used to, though its tone was off. He stuck his tongue out and wagged it to show that the piercing was still there.

“You goddamned bitch…” I frothed uselessly.

“That would be you,” Viceroy smirked. “But I’m afraid it’s about to get worse…”

Before I could flinch, the possessed girls palmed the back of my head together and smashed my face into the floor. I wish that had knocked me out, but it was several agonizing moments of agony before I finally did.

 

Pain. Agony. I barely understood what was happening around me. Maybe there were footsteps on either side of me. Maybe I wasn’t awake at all…

 

A nice, big house.

I frolicked and ran around it every day, digging holes with the dog and playing on the swing with my sister. Mom was cooking in the kitchen while Dad worked at his home office. It was Sunday, so we would have to change into our dress clothes soon and I would get to see my friends after sacrament. I couldn’t wait to meet my best friend and tell him I would be five soon. I’d be able to go to Kindergarten and show everyone how smart I was. Dad always said I was smart.

 

Dad smiled as he looked at my latest drawing as I balanced on my toes to peer over his office desk to watch him write notes on my masterpiece.

“They’re called ‘Liquidmen,’” I said proudly. “They’re made of liquid and can split in half and make copies of themselves.”

“Very cool,” Dad jotted a small note next to what I had pointed at that I couldn’t read.

“And that’s their Death Star,” I pointed at another part of the paper. “They’re building it in the Crab Nebula so that no one finds out – and they’re making others too. Lots of death stars!”

“Ooh, the Crab Nebula. Where did you learn about that?”

“I learned about it in Kindergarten!” I beamed.

“Ooh, smart!” Dad jotted one last note and filed-away my art with the rest. “You’re really smart, Jason.”

 

One day, we were watching The Nutty Professor on TV as a family. Mom and Dad had seen it in the theatre already and thought it was pretty funny. I guess it was, but I was distracted by a nagging question in the back of my mind. After the movie cut for a commercial break for a third time, I finally mustered the courage to ask it aloud.

“Dad? When is first grade going to start?”

“Well,” he inhaled before continuing. “We’re not actually sending you to school again.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s because they’re not teaching you like they should. Kindergarten isn’t as educational as it was when I went through it. Remember when you were four and I taught you how to read?”

“Yeah…”

“I asked your teachers if you could get tutored so that you could keep learning and they said no. They wanted you to be at the same level as all the other kids. They just wanted every kid to be equally stupid. You’re too smart for that, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So we’ll teach you and your siblings at home.”

I felt proud for being told I was smart, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I should be asking some other question, though I didn’t know what it was. I was distracted from that thought by the movie starting again. The professor was in the hospital. Suddenly he was gasping for breath. His whole body was expanding. The heartbeat monitor accelerated. Doctors ran. He kept growing. One of the doctors didn’t make it. The enormous belly swallowing the hallway pushed him through a broken window as he screamed to his death.

As my family laughed, I ran away and hid upstairs.

 

“Dad,” I asked as we huddled by the stairs. “When we move, will we start going back to church? Is that when I’ll get baptized?”

“We can talk about that later. Is everyone listening?”

Me, Mom, my sisters and brother all nodded.

“It’s almost time for us to move into the forest,” Dad smiled. “Mom and I talked about it last night, and even though the house isn’t built yet, we can get a mobile home and live there until its built in about a year. It’s very beautiful, so we decided it’s worth it.”

“We’re moving!” my toddler brother said excitedly. I almost sneered, but mentally reminded myself that I was eight and he was only three. He didn’t have friends yet like I did. I’d miss them.

 

Dad was packing the living room as he watched That 70’s Show. It was an “adult” show, so I wasn’t allowed to watch it, but I saw some of it while Dad’s back was turned. Some girl was eating something and turned blue. Then her body started swelling.

“Oh no, it’s happening to me!” she screamed.

The blood drained from my face. Dad turned around in time to see me running away. I didn’t eat any food that day.

 

The wide open wilderness was beautiful, just like Dad said. The small mobile home on cinderblock stilts, not so much. Most of our furniture was still at the old house, so Dad drove off to bring it back while I stayed with Mom and the kids. All we had were sleeping bags and some food.

For a straight week I lay in my sleeping bag staring at the bare, white walls. I missed my friends. I missed going out to town on errands. Before he left, Dad said he wanted to design the new house himself, but he told us not to worry. It wouldn’t take more than a year.

 

I dreaded sleep, but no matter how long I forced my eyes to stay open, they always shut and the nightmares came. I dreamed of empty hallways and abandoned rooms. Not a soul could be found, but somehow I knew that if I turned the wrong corner, something would find and eat me.

I also dreamed of childhood cartoons, different enough from the real thing to make me feel as if there was something missing. Sometimes their bodies would start to inflate. It was fascinating. When I had these dreams, I would lay in bed thinking about how they expanded for as long as I could, wondering what it would feel like. It was too cold to get up, and I didn’t want to deal with the dirty, little brothers I shared the room with.

 

Years passed, and most of the furniture was squeezed into the mobile home, but the real house hadn’t even been started on. When he was home, Dad would spend hours designing it, cutting paper squares and labelling them as different rooms and constantly rearranging them on his desk. More often than not, he wasn’t. There was business out of state he had to finish and he was gone weeks at a time, returning to do laundry only to leave the next day.

Mom did the best one parent with five kids could do, but no amount of discipline could stop the screaming. She spent hours watching Home and Garden Channel, adoring the interior designs others were doing on screen. She couldn’t wait for the house to be done. It’s what kept her going as she tried and failed to keep the house clean while her husband was away.

Then something in her snapped. It started with violent twitches and moaning. Over the months, it grew worse and became seizures that had her writhing on the kitchen floor as I begged her to let me call 911.

Dad came back and took her to clinic after clinic. Doctors told her she was lying. They prescribed pill after failed pill. Nothing worked. No one knew how to help her. It took five years to find someone and something that did, and meanwhile the house still hadn’t been built.

I grew up into a skinny, malnourished teenager, studying at home from 8 to 5 because my parents hated when we played in the house. We weren’t allowed to watch cartoons. There was no internet. Staying at home meant fighting my brothers to keep my room clean and being blamed for fighting, so I started hiking into the mountains. In the summer months, I started sleeping in the mountains too.

 

I didn’t have nightmares anymore. I didn’t dream of inflating cartoon characters either. Instead, I dreamed of women. I didn’t have a chance to talk to many in real life, but we watched enough television for me to know they existed, and they were the most beautiful things in the world. Everything they wore was sexy to me. Bikinis. Tight jeans. Low-cut shirts. Everything my Mother and sisters didn’t wear.

Sometimes, if I was very exceedingly lucky, I would dream that their breasts and asses were expanding. They were the greatest dreams I ever had, and I always woke too soon from them. I would lay in bed hoping to fall asleep and have them again every morning.

 

“Ready to start high school?”

I was more than ready. Dad hated the public school system as much as he did any other human interaction, but he knew it was my best shot at getting into college. After five years of living in backwoods, I was finally going to meet people and make friends. I’d spent the last month hiking the mile to where the bus stop was to make sure I was ready. I couldn’t wait to leave the cramped, dirty house.

 

High school was huge. I’d never seen so many people together in one place in my life. Thirty people in one classroom, five hundred in one building, and half of them were hot girls. All of them were hot. The cheerleaders, the basketball players, the gymnasts, the goths, the emos, the hipsters… all of them. I wish they talked to me.

The boys talked to me just fine. It only took them two days to realize there was something off about me. Every lunch period they would circle around, grinning as they asked me endless questions.

“Hey Jason,” one of them smirked, reeking of something I’d never smelled before. “Ever heard AC/DC?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Ever listened to Metallica?” his friend asked.

“I don’t know that either…”

So it went, every day. I had always wondered if I would be bullied in school, but so far I was just fine. No one touched me. Maybe I could call them my friends.

 

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court…”

I’d been called out of class and brought into an empty room with a police officer, but I hadn’t realized how truly screwed I was until that moment. It was just me, him, and a camera stand. I could feel my life hanging in the balance and I didn’t even know why I was there.

“So Jason,” the police officer glanced at a thin stack of papers before looking at me. “Do you know someone named Ms. Lund?”

My knees and elbows shook as I answered. “N-no, w-who’s that?”

“You weren’t drawing these pictures of her in German class?” he removed a paper from his stack and showed me a crude anime doodle of a girl in a military uniform. It was mine.

“O-oh no, that’s not… that’s not a real person…”

“Did you send her a birthday card last week?”

“I don’t k-know Ms. Lund… I-I don’t know who she is… we use nicknames in German class.”

It all started clicking in my head. My “friends” who’d asked me to draw something for them had taken my art and given them to some random girl. Who knew which one? They all thought I was weird anyway.

Even though the police officer let me go back to class after that, the trauma had been done. I couldn’t tell who was actually friendly. Maybe none of them were. I didn’t try to talk to anyone for a long time after that.

 

I hated coming home; it had only gotten dirtier now that I wasn’t around and my parents couldn’t make me clean everything. They still didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t make any of the messes.

When I could, I would stay at school after the last bell and look up Youtube vids in the computer lab. It was the first time I’d ever had the internet, and I went wild. There were breast expansion vids. There were butt expansion vids! There were things I’d never even seen before! I still had no friends, but finding such things online proved to me that I wasn’t alone. There were others out there like me. Somewhere.

Once, I accidentally stumbled upon a vid called “Cowing Up.” It showed an anime girl turning into a cow. I was so horrified I didn’t have a boner for ten days. It took awhile for me to muster the courage to return to the computer lab again.

 

My eighteenth birthday finally came. I smiled at the small pile of presents on the table. Mom pushed a button on the CD cassette to get a birthday song playing.

“Turn that shit off,” Dad snapped. He’d grown bitter over the years.

“L-lets open the first one,” I forced my smile even wider to compensate for the silence in the dining room. “Hey, it’s a jacket! Thanks Dad.”

The presents came and went. I had no friends to celebrate with, but I was optimistic. I’d placed high in my class and been offered a scholarship to attend some Canadian college called Biltmore. Mom begged me to consider studying close to home, but I honestly felt the further away I could get from this mobile shack in the mountains, the better. High school had given me a taste of a better world full of people, internet, and women. College would give my social life a fresh start. I could earn a major and get a job.  I could get a girlfriend.

All I had to do was graduate and wait until the first semester started.

 

The new house was never built. Dad always said “next year,” and I believed him less every time he said it. He spent every waking moment trading stocks, and stocks were down this year. The woods loomed all around us, as if poised to swallow the decaying mobile home the moment it was left alone.

Graduation came and went. I tried in vain to find a job, but the house had no internet and newspaper classifieds weren’t what they used to be. Dad suggested picking blueberries on the farm across the river, but they only hired migrants.

Dad never hesitated berating me for playing video games all night, but how was I supposed to tell him night was the only time I was left alone from my toxic family? My freedom was a mere couple months away; all I had to do was wait for college to begin and I’d finally be gone, but now that it was so close, home only seemed more suffocating. Boxes and stacks of books everywhere, food rotting on dirty plates in the sink, diapers stinking in the trash, and an ancient box TV that no one watched anymore because the shows had grown too “explicit.” This place had become hell. I just had to wait it out.

I snapped two weeks early. Younger sister hogged the bathroom for half an hour for the hundredth time. I banged on the door to make her hurry. Younger brother squared-up, aching to show he could win a fight. We punched and threw each other against piles of junk. Mom and Dad stayed in their bedroom with the door locked, like always. I slept outside that night, swearing to myself I’d leave at dawn.

 

The next day, Dad handed me a printout covered with highlights as I was packing my belongings into my car.

“What the hell is this?” I sneered at the medical jargon.

“I didn’t want to tell this to you, but you have Asperger’s syndrome.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s basically high-functioning autism. You see, there’s a spectrum of autism –”

“I don’t have fucking autism. Why the hell are you trying to tell me I have autism…”

“Yeah, you have autism,” Dad nodded his head fatefully, as if my denial angered him.

“You can’t tell me I have autism! You’re not a fucking doctor!”

“Yes I am. I went to Harvard Medical and took a class in neurology –”

“You’re a dentist, Dad! You haven’t even practiced since we moved to this backwoods mountain home.”

“Listen to me,” he glowered. “I tried to be silent about this, but you kept getting in trouble at school, drawing those Nazi pictures…”

“Oh my fucking god, just because they’re wearing uniforms doesn’t mean… so let me get this straight. You just up and decided I’m ‘on the spectrum’ for how long? How long have you secretly thought I was mentally retarded?”

“You’re not retarded, son, but remember when you were in kindergarten and you kept getting put in detention because you wouldn’t sit still? Your teachers asked us permission to give you medication to make you calm down, but we wouldn’t let them. It’s one of the reasons we pulled you and the kids out of school.”

My whole world was falling apart. All those years I’d idolized my father, glowing as he admired my little drawings and called me smart, it had all been a lie. He didn’t think I was smart. He didn’t even like the drawings. The last person in the world I had left had forsaken me.

I could have argued with him. I could’ve told him he was trying to blame my social awkwardness on some random syndrome he’d found in a book as opposed to admitting his total failure as a parent for isolating me and his kids in the wilderness with no internet or TV for nine years. Instead, I just loaded the last of my possessions into my trunk, got into the car, and drove off.

There was nothing left for me there. To hell with my family! I’d sleep in my car until the semester started. I would never come back.

 

Jane!

 

I would never come back.

 

“Jane! Wake up! Oh my shit, what happened to your face…”

I moaned as I felt someone roll my body so that my face wasn’t on the floor anymore. I felt my horns snag on my long hair. Faint dreams faded away, and the present day came roaring back to the forefront of my consciousness. I wasn’t Jason Alban anymore. I was Jane Wick.

“Who’s that…?” I groaned. “My nose… it hurts…”

“Your nose is fine; just open your eyes. I need your help.”

When I did open them, I found a chubby, blonde girl in ill-fitting workout clothes crouching over me. “Brooke?” I squinted. “How did you find me? Where did the others go…?”

“We can talk about that later. Where’s the thing you promised me?”

“The thing…? Ugh…” I slowly sat myself up, wincing as my wings snagged under my legs and tugged my shoulders. “Oh, right. The thing…”

Yes, the thing that will make me thin again. That thing. I really need it.”

“Brooke, things are so much worse than I thought. The Viceroy of Chi Beta’s taken all the trinkets and we have to stop her before she turns the student body into her own cattle herd.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she’s masquerading as Jason and she’s about to make everyone fat so she can take over our souls and become a goddess! Or something like that…”

“What the fuck…”

Before we could continue our conversation, someone downstairs screamed.

Why does a weight gain erotica story have one of the more insightfully accurate depictions of the ways in which young white men in America become radicalized? This is depressingly well-written.
 

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