Gimme a D!

As you scanned the room the next target seemed to present itself readily. One of the cheer girls got up and headed toward the gothy writer. Her pleated skirt swished with each exaggerated step. “Hey there Pale Writer. How’s it coming?” She asked with her hips cocked to one side and a hand resting on them.

Pale Writer? This was the the internet famed Pale Writer? Suddenly all of Pale Writer’s work made sense. School scenarios of teachers and students getting filled to the brim and beyond by cum. She was writing her own fantasies.

The goth looked up and smirked “Stuck again. I dunno I just feel like I’ve written this stuffing scenario into the ground. I have no interest in stuffing, I prefer cum inflation.”

“Jeezuz not so fuckin loud!” The cheerleader looked around to see if anyone was listening before quickly sitting in the chair across from her and spoke in a harsh whisper, “We are in a public area. Do you not care about getting our fetish discovered?”

The gothy writer gave her a blank stare before quipping, “honey, I’m a goth. There’s not alot of things that I give too-horrible-much of a shit about.”

What a minute... they were both Inflationists? Things like this don’t even present themselves like this in a perfect world. For you to have found two females into inflation, one of them being a productive writer was just a level of luck unheard of. Like winning the lottery twice.

“Well lemme take a look. Maybe I can help.” The cheer girl reached across the table with her hand open to ask for the notebook.

The goth breathed a heavy sigh before reluctantly pushing it across the table.

You decide to take a picture of both these girls and you start slowly increasing their hormone levels as they talk about how the characters in the story should be reacting to one another. Each time one would finish talking you would increase their hormone level. It seemed the best way to do it without them catching on. The more they talked the more lewd the discussion became until finally one of them slipped on their tongue.

“God I wish you’d fill me like that...” the cheer girl slapped her hand over her mouth as her friend stared directly at her with a concerned/confused look.

“Melissa... we’ve talked about this. We don’t get involved with each other, You especially. You’re on the cheer team. Your parents would hang me on a cross if I did anything even remotely like that to you.”

You knew this was a poker face as the Pale Writer’s hormone level spiked at the idea without any help from you.

“I... l...meant as like a sort of inspiration. I mean not me, well I did mean me but it doesn’t have to be you that does it” the cheer girl seemed conflicted at the idea. You realize that you can dictate where their friendship goes from here. It’d be just a quick tap on your phone and their resolve would either hold true or break wide open. Or Maybe you could find a third party...

(Comments help drive the plot you know)