Chapter 129 - #129 /the sisters/

I made my way into my house still brushing off my concerns about Eliza and Cameron. I was struggling a little to come up with why she wasn't getting back to me. So given what had happened to Penny and Deena my mind was immediately jumping to worst case scenarios. Scenarios which while distinctly kinky were much less hot when helmed by a villainous swim captain with a superiority complex. Yet even focused on my concerns I was snapped to reality by nearly falling on my face. Struggling for a few moments to balance my jiggly recently fattened body. After a perilous period of time righting myself to a safe standing position I found myself eying the perpetrator. A full to neigh overflowing suit case that had been left out in the hallway. While still less than fantastic house mate etiquette at least I knew what It was there for. It's presence only serving to remind me that I had still been dodging packing myself. In the distance I could hear other signs of a busy days packing from my step sister. Cozy snoring echoing in from the living room. I couldn't help but peak in. After all, while Eliza was a hypothetical target Connie had already been an actual target. And while I had left protecting her in my sisters more than capable hands I figured a bit of a check in wasn't unwarranted.

She was past out on her fancy new couch. Thick legs spread in a v shape as her big many rolled belly filled the small gap between them. There was plenty of tanned blubber on display. She was clearly wearing an unfortunately old closet item, having struggled to squeeze as much of her enormity as she could into it. I recognized it from our "Meet your Step Sister Dinner". Back then it had fit her like a relatively form fitting shirt. Now it was struggling to even serve as a bra, only covering half of her fattened tits at a generous estimate. It served as a testament to her growth seeing as her breasts were the assets to get the least of her gains. When we had first met I had pictured her ballooning up to enormity. In my defense I did it with all the cute girls I met. Back then I had pictured her developing into a thick juicy hour glass. With a big enough enough booty to show that obvious Latina heritage. And a massive rack to assist with the slutting tendencies I was so convinced she'd share with her mother. But even that imagining had been closer to the general porky nature of a regular sized fat girl.

Only in my most unlikely depraved fantasies would I have been able to conceive of the roughly 400lb behemoth of blubber gently lazily snoozing on my couch. I couldn't have pictured the soft cheeks or double chin on her pretty sensual face. Or the soft but not oversized breasts pushing out beneath her soft neck. Even that fat ass of my earlier imaginings didn't come within a country mile of the mountainous cheeks cratering deeply into the giving couch cushions. I also couldn't have pictured I'd someday have an ass to eek that one out in size. But that didn't make it any less stunning to marvel at the simple jiggly girth of her body. Nor did it detract from the awe I took in the clear sight of the hill of lard that was her belly. The jiggly tanned twin stack of rolls stretching out across the extent of her wobbly thighs. The largest part of her rounded frame, rising and falling with every deep sleepy breath. Of course the biggest thing I hadn't accounted for was how such a massive gain would change everything else. How the defensive at war stranger, would become a big jiggly ball of fun released from her mothers expectations and clear to enjoy life. How that renewed confidence would allow us to form a genuine albeit oddly sexually charged bond of sisterhood.

"You're luck I know you well enough to know this is wholesome perving instead of your usual brand" A voice called me back and I almost let out a yelp. I hadn't realized how deep in my thoughts I had gotten as usual. The source of the voice was obviously Laura. My purple haired and blessed in the bust sister had been watching from the arm chair in the corner. Familiar blue eyes locked on my staring for an indeterminate amount of time. "Honestly I'm too tired to pretend it wasn't a little of both to be honest" I told her with a half smile which she returned. "Well as your thorough examination has no doubt revealed, all was quiet here, though I figured she'd be distracted with you anyways" Laura explained as I realized she was also clad in a swim suit, purple to match her hair, and tight enough to lend itself to her clear curves. "Sounds like she wasn't the only one distracted, you have fun playing dress up?" I teased her as I took a seat on the stairs behind me. "Oh well it was much more fun to do it without my pervert sister around to stare at me" She called after me following me out of the room. She glanced at the stairs and so did I. Both of us realizing there was no space for her to sit beside me in light of my massive rear. An embarrassing few seconds of silence forming before Laura seemed to settle for just leaning against the wall. "Hey you should know by now that my staring was like 30% perverted 70% jealousy you got the family jewels from a genetic stand point" I said nodding at her breasts. "Yes back when I was the "sister with the big tits"" she joked and I awkwardly laughed. There was no competition of tits she was going to beat me in, when it came to size least.

As I laughed I couldn't help but notice the way she was eying me up. In spite of the joke she didn't seem to be looking at my breasts in particular. Her gaze settled wider seemingly catching on the thickness of my frame with scrutiny in her eyes. At first I figured she was just surprised and examining the extra padding my recent operation had left me lugging around. After all by most people's standards it would've been a jaw dropping amount of blubber to have acquired in such a short period of time. But something told me that wasn't quite it. After all she was smart, a genius even. Odds were slim she was surprised I had come back fatter. Had my day not been as draining as it was I might've tried to assert my sisterly dominance by figuring it out for myself. But in light of the various stressing and energy draining situations the day had thrust upon me I wasn't interested in the game for a change. "Alright, you might have experience watching me ogle people, but you're usually the queen of eye contact, so this is so weird it's not even flattering" I protested. She blinked a few times seemingly having lost track of reality herself. "I'm making sure you're not still possessed" she explained as I immediately let out a long sigh.

"Trust me if I was possessed you'd be reclaiming your title of "big sister" right about now" I told her flatly a little annoyed at the insinuation. I couldn't exactly a blame her, but it had me a little peeved none the less. "Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that, unlike a certain someone I don't need 3G wifi and a cellphone to do magic" Laura shot back an air of mature confidence to her. "Well that didn't seem to stop you from getting more stacked during the systems upgrade" I said recalling the chair busting occurrence. "That's because I was surprised, the system upgrade going wrong was a first time thing, you being possessed by a magical app is like the third time now" Laura chided back. I let out a sigh, mentally I could concede she had a point but there was no way I was doing it verbally. "Is it really that common, is that how you knew to check?" I asked rubbing the bridge of my node a little in frustration. Perhaps adorably she did the same as she responded. "No Eliza sent me a text while you were passed out in case you woke up still out of it" she explained simply. Were we not sisters we probably would've paused to apologize for some of the things said in that little exchange. But we were sisters so neither of us bothered.

"She also included this incredibly embarrassing picture of you past out and drooling on some girl" Laura explained chuckling to herself a little. "I'll have you know I was drooling onto the biggest ass most people have ever seen, so as far as I'm concerned that picture is sexy not embarassing" I defended myself blushing a little none the less. "It can be both" she corrected me. "Well you've got me there I guess" I conceded. A comfortable silence developing between us as we relaxed a little. Both of us sisters just breathing a little. "Anyways, I'm not possessed and you can text Eliza to let her know that, since she's not responding to mine" I said doing my best not to sound petulant. But admittedly failing by a relatively large margin. "Well if it makes you feel any better, she's not answering mine either" Laura said. Her statement doing much the opposite of making me feel better in any way shape her form. "In that case I'll just check up on her using the app" I said tiredly. I wasn't looking forward to waiting the 100 years it'd take my PC to boot up but it was better than sleeping with anxiety riddling my flabby body.

"Absolutely not, it possessed you like four hours ago, that means on a magical level you're even more susceptible than usual" Laura said almost laughing at the suggestion. "But she's not answering my texts" I pouted back. I wasn't sure what it was, but something about Laura always brought out the petulant younger sister in me. "Yeah she probably turned off her phone, just go to bed and roast her over the coals for it socially tomorrow, exchange it for some strange sexual favor or something" she said demonstrating an embarrassingly in depth understanding of my social structures. I thought about it for a little while. She made a pretty good point. I could maybe even talk her out of her no doubt disastrous planned day with the phone. Or maybe see if I could get her to squeeze back into one of her old swimsuits. I smiled up on my sister and offered her a quiet nod of agreement. I was all out of words for the day as my waddled my way up the