Chapter 8 - Turn 8 - M 5500 | A 2600

               “It is…?” Annie muses as she draws. “Well, I guess it’s time for me to shine, then… Follow closely, prez… Kekeke…” She taunts. “I’ll flip-summon my monster from last turn - Speedroid Red-Eyed Dice. And from my hand - I think Speedroid Horse Stilts will join the fun… Not for long, though.”
 
               Millicent tilts her head - until she notices the label of Tuner on Red-Eyed Dice. In a smooth motion, Annie scoops up the two cards on her side of the field and dumps them in the graveyard. 
 
               “I’ll sacrifice these two - and synchro summon a better monster. Hi-Speedroid Hagoita!” As the white card is placed on the field, its description looked rather dense - Millicent was worried about what it might entail for her, but- “I’ll attack you directly… Try not to lose your nerve, kekeke…”
 
               This time, Millicent had no defense - no monsters, and neither her spell or trap would counter the attack this time, since she was at such an advantage. She braced herself as though for a physical impact… But, what struck her seemed to do so on a deeper level. It was a tangible blow, that seemed to phase through her body and ripple through her flesh, before sinking all the way down to her very core… And it was from there that she felt something clench. 
 
               The sensation was unnerving - a tightness in her very center; in her very bones. Once more, her head went hazy - but this time it felt like… Vertigo. Looking up to the ceiling, she could see it rise upward - further away from her, and although the walls remained the same distance from her, they too seemed to pan ever-upward… Or, rather, she seemed to migrate downward.
 
               Beneath her, she could feel the seat almost seem to shrink - but, with nearly-herculean effort, she managed to reach downward to try and grip it - only to land upon her rear. It was clear, by the way the flesh pressed against her palm, that the seat wasn’t shrinking - she was growing again… But even that seemed inaccurate, in a sense.
 
               Comparing the height of the desk to her chest, there was a considerably narrower gap between them now - combined with the vertigo she felt, the results were clear… She was shorter; by a magnitude of well over a foot. Annie now glowered down at her - by her panicked estimate, she had to be just shy of five feet tall. She wasn’t sure if she’d gained any more weight in this exchange, but… Her mass seems to have redistributed. As she tries to test this, Millicent sits up-
 
               Ping! Tink! Clong!
 
               Several sharp impacts emanate from around her - something striking metal, another striking wood, and a few other things rolling across the floor. The intense pressure surrounding her body seems to have relaxed - but… Even if it provided her with momentary comfort, she began to feel uneasy about the cause even before she looked down.
 
               When she did, she was mortified.
 
               The first thing she noticed was that her jacket’s buttons had completely burst off - revealing her undershirt and tie. The  latter was cocked to the side - loosened by the broadening of her neck - and the former wasn’t faring much better than her jacket. Her panicked sweat and the proximity to her flabby flesh made it easier to see through - and its own buttons were stretched to the very limit on its top half, while those on its bottom half had completely torn away. Her stomach - her belly, eh… Her gut sagged out, falling over her chunky thighs… Which seemed to have been revealed, with her skirt having burst and flopped down over the seat beneath her, and her stockings having developed numerous holes allowing bulging beads of flab to poke through. 
 
               Her entire ensemble felt too tight and too lose at the same time - what still clung to her was sized for a woman half her weight but a foot taller than her; and the rest was completely shredded. Through her tight shirt, she could see her bra - but it wasn’t in place anymore. Instead, it had snapped and migrated down to just over the shelf of her doughy gut; her breasts now hanging free and pressing against the fabric of her shirt. A deep red flush spread across her face as she realized how visible her nipples were against the fabric.
 
               “Ah- hah- uh-... I… M-muh…” she stammers out, reaching up to wrap her heavy , flabby arms around her chest to cover them.
 
               “Kekeke…” Annie taunts, bringing the tortured class president’s attention back to her. “Don’t worry, it’s just like the rest of the changes… They can’t see any more of you than when you were wearing clothes your size. You could go nude if you wanted, and they wouldn’t mind…”
 
               The thought made Millicent’s face flush pink. “No! No, no no no no-” she defends, her voice rising to a squeak, and her head shaking ‘no’ vigorously… And in the process, causing her hair to whip around frantically. It was by this that she caught sight of it again - and when she was done refusing Annie’s suggestion - her refusal, of course, evoking cackling from the sadistic girl - she reached up to clumsily grab at a lock of her hair. It had darkened significantly - it was a dark shade of brown, now; almost black, and… It wasn’t just plain now - it was strictly coarse to the touch. Be it her frantic movements or some effect of the curse, it was a little more dishevelled; bearing a few kinks here and there - even a little longer along the bangs, which forced Millicent to blow it or brush it out of her eyes. 
 
               “Aww, what’s the matter… Millie?” There it was again, that hazy feeling in her head… “I bet Millicent could pull a Lady Godiva if she wanted to…”
 
               Mil...lie shook her head, feeling her entire body tremble at the thought. “Never, not in a million years! I-I don’t want anybody to see- t-to see me like this!” Her brow furrows for a moment, channeling her fear into rage - she tries to shout, but when she asks “What’s wrong with you?” it comes out as a terrified whimper. 
 
               Annie snickers again, raising a hand to her chest. “Plenty of things - but I think the better question to ask is… What’s wrong with them? Who would ever vote such a shrimpy, shrinking violet like you as class president? Maybe your attitude isn’t as much of a problem anymore, but your qualifications are definitely subject to doubt… When you get rattled, can anyone even understand you through that st-tut-tutter?”
 
               Millie raises her hands to her cheeks - though she tries to be assertive, she can’t help but whine as she protests. “Sh-sh-shut uuuuuup!”
               
               “Kekeke… Look at you now; the way you’re shaking in your boots… Someone would think you’re a loser; but you’ve still got the advantage, don’t you?” Annie’s words give her no more confidence - but they bring her attention back to the game. Annie was right - she was still winning. She could still win. By now, she didn’t care about dispelling the rumors that might’ve swelled around her as class president - her reputation didn’t matter. All that mattered was the duel; and things would be back to normal.
 
               “Hnnnnn…” Millie whines, lowering her hands back down to cover her chest. “C-can we get back to the d-duel?”
 
               “At your leisure, class president… I’ll end my turn.”