Not before Tim gets to her

Andrea blinked and looked around the cafeteria as time finally resumed once more. Well, she thought 'finally', but really it was hard for her to tell how long time has been stopped for this time. It was definitely longer than last time, she knew that, but it was hard for her to tell how long time had been frozen for, and not just because she had no way to tell time when every clock and even the sun in the sky stopped moving. For some reason it simultaneously felt like fourteen and a half seconds and fourteen and a half days had passed for her while everything was frozen. Come to think of it, fourteen and a half was a weird number to fixate on for this, but Andrea didn't know how any of this time pausing stuff worked anyway, and she had a feeling she never would. After all, it wasn't actually part of the story, so it wasn't like she could count on the author to explain it.

While Andrea was busy obsessing over how much time had passed for her, Tim noticed the group of girls that had been causing the ruckus in the middle of the cafeteria and came over to them.

"Everything okay over here?" he asked.

"Yeah, we're fine," Hailey said, "Andrea is just feeling sick, so we're going to take her to the nurse..."

"All of you?" Tim asked, leering at the other girls, especially Laura in her sling bikini.

Hearing this pulled Andrea out of her own thoughts and back to the events going on around her. Looking at Tim, she said, "Yes, all of us."

"W-Well, I don't think all of us have to go," Vanessa admitted.

"Yes you do!" Andrea snapped.

"Can't we at least finish our lunch first?" Laura asked.

"No! Because... uh..."

Thinking fast, Andrea swayed back and forth, made her legs tremble, then fell backwards into Hailey's arms, her head nestled between her pillowy tits.

Of course I end up... ah screw it, I've got more pressing issues right now.

"Andrea!" Hailey shrieked.

"I... I'm sorry," Andrea said, doing her best to sound tired, "But I'm feeling really bad... I... I don't think I can stand up on my own..."

The plan was simple: by making her friends carry her, they would be **** to do so together, as no one girl was strong enough to carry Andrea on their own.

"It's okay, I got you," Hailey said, bending down and hooking one arm under Andrea's legs in order to scoop her up into a bridal carry.

Wait, what?!?

"H-Hailey," Andrea stammered, "Are... are you sure you don't need help? I'm... I'm pretty heavy..."

"It's no problem," Hailey said, "I wouldn't be captain of the swim team if I didn't have amazing upper body strength."

Dammit, she had forgotten Hailey was a fitness nut and was stronger than even some of the guys at school... though it might have been more accurate to say that she didn't realize that the author made her a strong fitness nut until now. So much for her simple plan.

"Don't worry Andrea," Laura said with a frown, "Vanessa and I will come by to see you after we're done with lunch, okay?"

Andrea let out a little whine, but wasn't sure what else she could do. Her friends didn't believe her when she told them the truth, and her attempt to trick them had been immediately thwarted, most likely by the author that was in complete control of the story. Was she doomed to fail no matter what she did?

However, just when Andrea was about to give up hope, Tim did something that confirmed her worst fears. He walked over to Vanessa, gave her a hard smack on the butt, and said, "Well if you're sticking around anyway, how about you and your friend come and join us at our table, Van-Ass-a?"

Despite Vanessa's mousy demeanor, Andrea fully expected her to either run off screaming or deck Tim after such a blatant sexual ****. But instead, she smiled and said, "Sure thing! That sounds like fun!"

Andrea was baffled at Vanessa's behavior, but she was downright shocked when Vanessa turned to get her meal and revealed the tights she was wearing with 'Van-Ass-a' printed across her juicy ass. Andrea knew for a fact shy little Vanessa wouldn't be caught dead wearing tights like that, even without the humiliating lettering. And as she bent over, Andrea's jaw dropped as her friend's butt grew significantly, becoming even more massive than it already was.

Immediately Andrea's eyes shot over to Tim, whose own gaze was locked on Vanessa's inflated rear end. A self-satisfied smirk on his face told Andrea all she needed to know about who was responsible.

I knew it! she wanted to scream, I knew he had some weird perverted power!

The one thing that stopped her from screaming to high heaven was that she knew doing so right now would be futile. Laura could clearly see both Tim and Van-Ass-a, but she hadn't reacted at all, so whatever Tim was doing must have some kind of way to make people not notice any changes he made, or at the very least not see them as odd or supernatural. It was likely that the only reason she knew what happened was because of her awareness of being in an erotic story. But she had doubts that this awareness would protect her if Tim tried to do something to her directly, so at least for now, she held her tongue.

Not that it was easy, especially when Van-Ass-a walked by Tim, and he reached over to grab a handful of buttcheek, an act that caused Van-Ass-a to let out an adorable little squeak and hurry on over to the table where Cindy was sitting stock still with a completely blank expression on her face. At least until Tim approached the table, when the cheerleader suddenly came to life and started fawning over him again.

"Damn, I dunno how Van-Ass-a started sharing a guy with Cindy Crawford of all people, but she sure looks happy," Laura said with a giggle.

"I do," Hailey said teasingly, watching her friend's ass jiggle and bounce in those painted-on tights of hers.

"S-Sharing?" Andrea asked.

"Yeah, she and Tim have been dating for a while," Laura said, "I can't believe you didn't remember; she's crazy about him."

"It must be how sick she is," Hailey said, nestling Andrea against her bosom lovingly, "Like, it's making her delirious, what with all this screaming about everyone being in an erotic story and everything..."

"I'm not delirious," Andrea muttered. While she didn't know for sure whether Van-Ass-a was actually dating Tim before today or not, she'd bet her ass he changed it to be that way when he changed her.

Wait, no! Her name is Vanessa, not Van-Ass-a! Did that prick actually change her name too? Dammit! Was the nickname just set-up for this lame name pun? Wait... oh God, did the author name her Vanessa so he could write Tim doing that? What a hack... a horrible perverted hack. Yeah, I said it. Fuck you author, I know you can read my thoughts.

"Sure you aren't," Hailey says sarcastically as she starts walking out of the lunchroom, "And I'm the queen of Atlantis. Let's go see Nurse Holly, she'll help you feel better."

Andrea frowned, but at this point she was willing to go with it if it meant putting distance between her and Tim. Granted, she had no idea whether whatever Tim was doing had a range limit, or even what he was doing to begin with... was it some kind of wishing power? A magic artifact? Some weird sci-fi device she failed to notice? She had no idea yet, but seeing her friend manipulated and warped for his amusement like that reinvigorated her drive to fight, and if she wanted to stop Tim from turning this school into an erotic wish-fulfillment playground she'd need to figure out how he was planning to do it.

Of course, it wasn't just Tim she would be fighting. The author of this story likely wouldn't appreciate her messing around with things either, and was ultimately the greater threat. But Andrea had no idea how she could fight against such a (to her) nebulous **** from within the story itself. At least Tim was a tangible threat that she might possibly stand a chance at defeating... maybe.

But in order to do that, Andrea needed a plan. And hopefully she'd have plenty of time in Hailey's arms to think of one on the way to the nurse's office. 'Hopefully' because she realized she had no idea how far it was from the cafeteria, or how long it would take to get there.