Edits - Ch 4.2

Chapter 4.2 - He makes them all massively overweight.

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Tim spent a few minutes looking around the room, wondering what might be an interesting change to apply to everyone there.  He had an impulse to try something dramatic and generally embarrassing. He thought about the athletes there and the less athletic students around them, how there was a hierarchy of attractiveness and popularity based on their bodies. What if he leveled the playing field between them all?

Tim checked the caption again and added in a new sentence that read:

All the students in this class are overweight by at least 100 pounds.

He saved and received the confirmation of the loading bar filling up as the app began “Initializing Changes.”

Immediately, the other students noticed that something was wrong. Clothes that had fit normally a moment ago were now feeling uncomfortably tight. They frowned and squirmed and attempted to discreetly readjust their underwear. No matter what they tried doing to cope with their discomfort, the feeling only increased as their bodies put on weight.

For the already overweight, the changes were subtle. Bellies swelled a little larger. Double chins became triple chins. Thick limbs thickened even more. For the skinny students, the changes were dramatic. One smaller girl next to Tim had begun to inflate like a water balloon. Her clothes stretched tight against her expanding flesh, like meat in a sausage casing. Bra straps were either unhooked just in time or else they snapped open as they could no longer contain the massive tits hanging from the girls’ chests. The boys’ chests were becoming similarly large, but they had no support to worry about outgrowing. Bellies peeked out from the bottom of undersized shirts as the pounds piled on.

At the point when everyone’s clothes were reaching their limits, Tim noticed that his own clothes had become painfully tight on him as well. He had been so focused on the bodies around him that he had not realized until then that his own body was growing heavier as well. It had not been his intention to change himself with everyone else, but he realized that he had made no exception for himself in his edit. As a student in the class, of course the change would apply to him. He watched with morbid curiosity as his arms thickened and his gut emerged from his achingly tight clothes, forcing him to unbutton his pants and zip them down.

The ripping and tearing began with the students who had gained the most weight. Seams split on shirts and pants, revealing relentlessly fattening flesh and underwear wedged into ballooning butt cracks beneath. Grunts and moans erupted as their chunky flesh reached the point of bursting free. Feeling their clothes becoming inadequate to properly cover their bodies, some of them began to panic and scream. A chorus of “What’s happening to me?” and “No! Stop! Help me!” could be heard.

The girl next to Tim was becoming increasingly round as her short stature provided little space to carry an extra hundred pounds of fat. The only way for her to grow was sideways, causing her huge gut to become wedged against the edge of her desk and her ass to widen beyond the sides of her seat. The taller students fared better, but they were no less concerned about how their bodies were growing.

Tim rubbed his swollen belly and probed the pouch of fat beneath his chin. His pants split, and he sighed with relief at the freedom he felt.

The students struggled under their excess weight, feeling buried beneath extreme curves and rolls of fat. Some of them had more than doubled in size. Everyone’s faces showed how terrible they felt and how much they wished they could undo whatever it was that had happened to them.

When the growth had ceased, their clothing expanded, shaping to fit the broad expanses of their fat bodies and allowing torn seams to mend themselves.

With the loading bar nearly full, Tim’s phone emitted a high pitched squeal that grew until a flash of light lit the world. Then, there was silence in the room.

Tim blinked and looked around, finding himself surrounded by sweaty balls of flesh, like a sty of clothed pigs squeezed into desks. His fattened classmates no longer seemed horrified by their own bodies. Instead, they appeared listless and indolent. Quite a few of them were half-asleep and responded with languid torpor to their teacher’s lecture. They all seemed to have slumped their burdensome bodies into desks too small to fit them properly and given up to gravity and inertia after that. No one looked pleased and everyone seemed vaguely uncomfortable about the situation.

Tim looked down at the phone still clutched in his pudgy hand and contemplated trying to undo the changes he had just wrought on the class and himself. There must be some way to return them all to normal, or he assumed there was. However, at that moment, he had little energy to go searching for it. Just thinking about it was tiring. Everything was tiring. Even sitting still, he felt exhausted just from breathing. He knew he had to do something, but doing anything felt like it would require an extreme amount of effort, and he doubted he had energy enough to even try.

Again, he looked at the phone. The app was still open. If he could just move his thick fingers and do a little searching… He sighed and forced his hand to work.

What, if anything, would he do next?

He chooses to "undo all." (2)

He gives them all some more energy.

He goes to lunch.