Chapter 136 - #136 /the lesson/

I hit the ground with a sizable thump. Followed by the sound of floorboards creaking. The force of falling having knocked the breath out of me, leading to a sharp inhale that sounded a little too much like a moan. Though in my defense there was a good reason for that. For some reason most of the pressure had seemed to be focused on my chest. Which was especially strange given I had landed on my back. Due to the amount of soft padding on my body I was more confused than in pain. Though it didn't take me too long to figure out what was causing my problems. Laura had fallen too, though she had landed on something far more comfortable than my rooms opulent hardwood floors. Namely the soft hill of flab presented by my gut and bust. Her head lodged deep enough into my cleavage to be pressing against my collar bone, even with my blobby frame. My breasts parting around her head in a way which only highlighted how each of them were larger than it. As I stared down at the top of her head she adjusted a little, turning in a such a way as to elicit a grunt from me. Our eyes locking between the valley of my breasts. “We don’t have to be weird about this” she suggested in a rather dead pan tone.

I attempted to sit up, but it didn't help matters all that much. It effectively pressed my tits closer to her face and almost dislodged her body from my hill of a gut. But she obstinately remained due to struggling to get up on her own. Her shoulders digging into my saddle bags, as she attempted to use my flabby sides as push off points, but only succeeded in making me jiggle. If we both actually slowed down and tried to communicate it would’ve been a relatively easy task. But Sisterly pride prevented anything of the sort. Both of us effectively thrashing against each other while trying to use one another as leverage to get back to our feet. Having the larger mass, you’d think I would’ve had it easier, but due to being sluggishly massive, she managed to stay on top of me in spite of my best efforts to wobble myself free. “Could you stop moving around and just get off me, it’s your fault it broke anyways” I protested attempting to swing my gut to the side to dislodge her. “Oh yeah, it totally wasn’t that massive ass of yours that caused the problem” Laura retaliated managing to keep herself in place by grabbing one of my fleshy hips.

At the comment about my weight I huffed a little. I couldn’t exactly argue her point. But she was the one who had provoked the scuffle by her lack of communication. Neither of us was likely to fold on the issue. Which meant I needed to find a different way to solve the problem. A somewhat devious plan coming to mind, fueled by the build of earlier desires to knock her down a peg. For a few seconds I paused. My body ceasing to jiggle for the first time in half a minute. It was just enough time for Laura to get herself to her feet. Though before she could get her legs straight. I pushed upwards with the girth of my gut. The bouncing orb of flab knocking off her curvy thighs and sending her tumbling backwards. With a downright helpless yelp of annoyance. “Are you absolutely sure that’s how you want to play this” she asked me with a proud sort of confidence in her voice. Obviously annoyed to be nestled in my cleavage again after almost making her escape. “From where I’m lying, I win this game” I told her simply. It wasn’t her wisest move to ignite my competitive spirt. “Yes... but you don’t have a wireless mouse...to control that PC” she said simply. Holding up her palm to show the computer device. The one still connected to L.B.L UP. “You wouldn’t” I warned her testily. “Oh, I would” she reaffirmed with a deathly quiet to her voice.

I let out a deep sigh. A deep inhale and exhale, which caused Laura’s body to rise and fall with the tide of my flabby frame. And for a few seconds when her view was almost entirely concealed by tit flesh, I reached out a hand for a piece of technology of my own. Scrambling with a free hand. While it was dark and I couldn’t be sure where it had landed during out tumble, I knew I needed it. By some miracle I found it. Yanking it up to being inches from my nose. My phone already primed with L.B.L UP open. Through its camera lens I could see Laura’s gaze locked with mine. The mouse now resting on her midriff. We were both planning. I was sure If I could cause a sudden enough weight surge to her belly, I could get the mouse of her reach. She was certain if she moved some mass to my tits, I’d obscure my own line of fire. “Last chance before I make you so big you’ll need help getting up” Laura warned me. “Last chance to keep yourself out of the plus sized store” I shot back our eyes locked in grim determination. Fingers hovering over respective firing buttons.

Then our attentions were snapped away by the creaking of floor boards. Followed by the opening of a door. Connie peaking her chubby face in through the door to my room. Glancing at the two of us in a state of present confusion. Laura was on top me, with a computer mouse on her stomach her head sandwiched between my tits. I was on my back, with my phone pointed down at her, with a look in my eyes like I was about to commit fratricide. “I’m...just way too tired to make all the jokes...do them yourselves” Connie said letting out a soft belch. Seemingly still digesting from her earlier food coma. “...”That’s not a blow-up mattress, that’s your sister”” I offered doing my best Connie impression. “...”I know she’s got bigger tits than you, but you can’t absorb them through osmosis”” Laura said doing a slightly better but still terrible impression of our step sister. “Great....and keep it down...seriously at least when you and Eliza are doing it it’s hot to listen to” Connie said flatly with an expressive yawn.

The house creaked a little more as the megaton latina heaved herself into her adjacent room. Puffing and panting a little, likely still recovering from the stairs. While Laura and I fell into a simple sort of silence. The interruption had robbed us of much of our momentum and had taken us out of the moment. “You go first” I suggested casually. I could tell some part of her wanted to insist I get up first. But she managed to swallow that pride with the skill as much skill as I swallowed down junk food. Gently easing herself off my flabby body and onto her feet. This time without me manipulating my heft to knock her down again. As she dusted herself off from some strands of the exercise balls corpse, I made my own attempts to get up. As had become the normal it was rather difficult. Between my uncontained breasts keeping me from sitting up, and my enormous ass keeping my pinned to the floor, I was perfectly balanced to have difficulty with it. Though with Laura’s taunt still burning fresh in my mind, I found the motivation I needed to heave myself vertical. Albeit with enough wobbling and bouncing to put the original exercise ball to shame.

I glanced at the computer screen, and found myself beholding a downright adorable sight. The trio of blondes had shuffled themselves around a little. And were now huddled as close together as their soft bodies would allow. Pressed tightly against one another and whispering conspiratorially. With their heaving chests and golden locks, they looked like fat caricatures of the generic sexy girls from every 90s high school movie. Nobody would’ve believed they had only really just met. Eliza much like myself had been without a clique for most of her life. Though she was slightly more socialized due to her presence on the swim team. Yet she was taking to the social mechanics of girl talk like an experienced pro. Along with occasionally, brushing an arm of the guts or busts so tightly packed together. Though as cute as It was, I was a little confused as to why they had started that up. As that crossed my mind realization struck me. Eliza knew I was watching, and probably listening. Obviously, she wasn’t all that into having me listening in on her private conversations. I was honestly prouder of her awareness than I was annoyed at being robbed of the chance to listen in. As hot as it had been to hear her actually talking about how big she had gotten.

With little reason to spy. I watched Laura turn off the PC without attempting to stop her. Ironically meaning our little tumble had been mostly pointless. “Well that was more fun than I expected honestly” Laura mused aloud. “Barring the blue balling having to wait for you click stuff brought on.... I’ll admit it was an interesting new experience” I shot back. Unwilling to clarify that it had only really been a problem for a miraculously short time. “Though I got to say I’m surprised at how long it took you to figure out what I was doing” she said with a curious head tilt in my direction. “Well I was a little distracted, there was enough tit flesh in that confined space to fill out a Dolly Parton impersonation contest” I joked, doing a poor effort to mask that I was equally surprised and annoyed at my lack of foresight into what she was doing.

“Just a touch of older sister advice, there’s people on the other side of that computer screen” she said with an annoying amount of sage wisdom in her voice. “So, I should treat them with decorum and respect?” I asked with a sigh. “No, so you should remember that people can be manipulated just as easily as a computer program if you know how” she said with a confident chuckle. As advice went it was surprisingly prescient. Which of course only annoyed me more. “Unless you plan on actually using me as a mattress, it’s time for you to ship out” I said forcing a yawn. “But before you go...one last question. Why’d you give her big tits?” I asked. “Because....who doesn’t like a huge rack” Laura said with a sisterly laugh as she made her way out of the room. A parting reminder that we were a lot more similar than either of us liked to let on.