Chapter 2 - Turn 2 - M 4000 | A 4000

               “Kekeke…” Annie snickers as she draws. “I didn’t think I’d get this lucky - but I think fate is favoring someone… Too bad it’s not you, prez!” she proclaims boldly.
 
               “I’ll summon Speedroid Horse Stilts in attack position,” she begins, playing the card opposite Millicent’s waiting Jasmine. “and with its effect, summon Speedroid Den-Den Daiko Duke in defense position!” She wheezes a little after her proclamation, then takes a sharp breath. 
 
               Seeing the label Tuner on one of the cards made Millicent worry - especially as Annie continued.
 
               “But I’m not done yet! I’ll discard these two cards…” She flashes another Speedroid - Double Yoyo - and another… Which makes Millicent tilt her head. It was a Machina Fortress - a really powerful card by the looks of it. She couldn’t help but show a little confusion when Annie neatly placed the cards in the graveyard… “so I can summon Machina Fortress from the graveyard.”
 
               Wait, what? Millicent has to do a double-take as she watches Annie pull the card from the graveyard and place it, ready to attack, in her last available monster slot - packing her field with two frail monsters and one beefier than anything Millicent had; it had just a sliver more attack than even Bergamot. She was distressed enough about seeing that happen that she almost forgot about Daiko Duke being a tuner… Until Annie reached for them too.
 
               “And I’ll just have to give him some company… I’ll sacrifice these two cards…” She smoothly scoops up Horse Stilts and Daiko Duke to place them in her graveyard. “And synchro summon Samurai Destroyer in attack position.” 
 
               Another one… Millicent thinks worriedly. Another monster that surpassed Bergamot; this time by a slightly higher margin. But, more importantly - with two monsters stronger than Jasmine on the field… Millicent looks expectantly toward Annie - who wears a crooked smile.
 
               “And finally, I’llllllll…” she begins, drawing the word out so as to tease the class president. “Set this card.” Rather anticlimactically, she places a card face-down in her spell and trap zone; only adding to Millicent’s suspense. 
 
               Was that it…? She wonders. 
 
               “Oh! And of course - Samurai Destroyer attacks your monster.” 
 
               Damn this girl- Millicent gripes internally, turning Jasmine over. “It’s destroyed.” she states clinically, trying to retain her composure as she moves it over to her graveyard. 
 
               It isn’t much later than that before Annie almost cheers “Machina Fortress attacks you directly!” She reaches up and claps her hands once...
 
               And suddenly, the entire room seems to shift around Millicent. She took damage - on the second turn of the duel, she was already down to 1500 life points - and sure, she was surprised, but… She shouldn’t be reeling the way she was. Her head felt hazy, and she could feel a heat beginning to pervade her body… She leans forward to draw for her next turn, but something strikes her as… Odd.
 
               Her fingers - thin, delicate things - looked… Big? Bloated, even. Turning her hand over, each of her digits seemed to be oddly thicker; spongier, and… Even her wrist? “What- what’s…?” she dazedly murmurs, looking to her other hand, and down to her wrist, where she saw the cuff of her uniform’s jacket seem to constrict upon her body…
 
               No - she saw her body swelling out against her uniform. 
 
               “Huh?” she squeaks out in an uncharacteristically high pitch, feeling tightness begin to grip her entire body. It began along her arms, thickening up, before she felt her stockings start to pinch her as well. Looking down past her skirt - she could see a definite muffin top of flab forming and growing over the hem of her stocking while the garment stretched so tight as to begin to pale - its white tone fading with as close to her skin as it was. It wasn’t just her stockings getting pinched tight - she could feel her underwear biting against her skin as her thighs, hips, and rear swelled out; progressively migrating the garment squarely into the crack of her ass and uncomfortably tight against her crotch. She reached down to hold onto her skirt as her stomach swelled - and she managed to keep it steady while it bowed out into a rotund gut - not just pressing against her skirt but her uniform’s jacket as well. 
 
               Her upper half wasn’t exempt from the alterations either - a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she felt her jacket tighten further - the buttons becoming visibly stretched as her chest grew out - and perhaps most surreally, she felt a surge of flesh gather up through her neck and seem to rise up her cheeks - depositing more weight upon them; paving over her angular features with a softer, rounder look. 
 
               Gone was her rail-thin frame - now practically bursting out of her uniform. She looked over her shoulder to the other students…
               Who seem to be infinitely more invested in the duel. 
 
               One of the students motions to Millicent’s deck. “Your turn.” they add. “Did you not know that…?”
 
               No- of course she knew that, but… 
 
               She looks back to the table, then up to Annie. She opens her mouth to say something - but nothing comes out. 
 
               “What’s the matter? Fat got your tongue…?” she teases. Okay, at least someone was aware. “Kekeke… I guess I never said I ended my turn… So let’s do that now. Why don’t you draw? I’ll explain, while you’re getting set up to lose…”