Chapter 145 - #145 /the return/

Deena’s enormity crashed downward and buried her smaller opponent beneath its sheer girth. Dark flab ripping all over both women's bodies as even the stadium shook beneath the mass of Deena crashing back to earth. Only the upper half of Gaia’s chubby torso was free from the oppressive size of her younger sister massive cheeks. She wriggled for a while, flabby arms flailing futilely, even attempting to arch her back and her use legs to solve the problem once again. But there was simply no overcoming a tush as overfed as Deena’s when it came to applying force. As her prey struggled, the booty bearing ex cheer leader herself just lazed, albeit with a smug smile on her fat face. When it became clear the struggling wouldn’t stop by choice, the coach approached with a smile and begun the count down. As she counted, I was glued in place by what I had witnessed for a whole mix of reasons. Ranging from the sheer sensuality of the situation, to the ridiculous kinetic nature it had displayed. Somehow, I felt like I understood physics a bit better, albeit not in a way that would be any good for my exam.

Inevitably though, time had to be called, the match declared soundly as a victory for the mountain of lard herself. “I told you, you are way too tiny to take me” the victor said, in a simple matter of fact tone. But I could see clear embers of joy in her eyes. “That may be true, but there’s no grantee you’ll keep that size advantage” the smaller sister announced, a clear pout to her chubby cheeks. I tried to imagine how massively fat she’d have to get to outsize Deena given the difference in their frames and almost overheated my head. “Sure, maybe if you quadruple your current intake and grow 6 inches” Deena said with a shrug that was rather clearly a taunt. “It’s simple logic to say if I can eat more than you, I can get bigger than you” Gaia began to argue. I had a fairly poor understanding of biology but even I could tell that was a gross oversimplification. But I was hardly going to argue with the tiny powerhouse. “There’s no way that you can eat more than me I’ve won actual eating contests” the younger sister protested flatly. “Wrestling may be about mass but eating is about gusto and enthusiasm, and you’re so lazy there’s no way you can beat me there” the elder sister protested. Still buried beneath her competitors oversized tush. The duo having started arguing before even getting off one another.

I had seen the way Deena could eat when L.B.L Up was in use, but there was no way to tell how she ate without it. Of course, Gaia was still at a bit of disadvantage due to her size, but I was thinking that would be lessened when I dished out her penalty weight. Unfortunately, as I went to pull up the app and actually deliver her reward for being smushed, control of my phone was suddenly wrested away from me. As it beeped loudly and played the level up sound from a favorite JRPG of mine. My screen filled with the notification of my alarm. I blinked a few times at it before I remembered the circumstances behind why I was at the gym. I hadn’t exactly studied much of anything, and to make matters worse I was probably going to be even less prepared than I would’ve been otherwise. “Uh, sorry to interrupt but we’ve got exams in a few hours, and I need to get back home to grab my stuff” I announced. I was disappointed to miss out on fattening up Gaia. But I figured with the advanced edition I could just do it from my PC later. Or given how ghost mode had affected her personality, she’d just eat herself that big anyways in an attempt to grow herself into the literal “Big” sister of the relationship.

Needless to say, with an average weight somewhere north of 300lbs we weren’t exactly the best at doing things quickly. Especially with the difficulties required in getting changed. Gaia wound up staying at the gym, due to suddenly discovering nothing actually fit her any more. The manager apologized profusely, and I felt a little bad, since it was technically my fault that she was three times the woman she had been before I arrived. I doubted any amount of bad dry cleaning could create a difference that bad, but I supposed that Ghost Mode had its ways. In the end me and Deena wound up helping each other get into our clothes. In spite of my personal embarrassment about needing help because of my size. I was in too much a rush, and having felt up most of her body it didn't seem as weird to have her hands on mine. There was a time a few weeks prior when that idea would’ve been laughable. When I viewed Deena as more or less a strong but silent henchman to my personal nemesis. But between the events at the diner and our time spent hanging out I could safety say she wasn’t such a bad girl. For once I didn't really mind that we shared the same name.

The ride back was similar yet somehow completely different to the one we had experienced during the driver over. We were still crammed together, meaty hips pressed into one another. We were still quiet, browsing our own things on our phones. But it was a comfortable sort of silence. In spite of my recent surge in popularity at my heart I was still the quiet nerd. To some extent I took a great deal of comfort in time spent not being tempted by my lover, teased by my step sister, or shot puppy dog eyes by my adorable friend. It was cozy. Yet the calm atmosphere remained even as Deena spoke up. “Sorry I didn't help you study all that much, I got a little distracted” the big girl apologized with just the hint of an anxious lilt to her voice. “Honestly, I was in a pretty bad spot mentally, but watching you and your sister go at it was the exact thing I needed to get my head straight” I told her, too embarrassed by my own honesty to make eye contact. I’m sure to her it might’ve sounded like lip service but that was really true. Being exposed to all that nude, bouncing jiggling flab, had reset my brain. I suspected I’d go back to worrying about my size not long later. But for the time being I felt like the tides had been beaten back. For that I really couldn’t thank her enough. As the car pulled to a stop, I climbed out, with a bit of difficulties. “Thanks Deena” I called over my shoulder. “You know, you can just call me Dee, all my friends do” she shot back. I blushed but kept waddling away. Completely unsure what to make of the situation.

As I made my way into the house, I couldn’t help but notice the presence of a plastic bag full of what looked to be clothes. The process reminding me with a single glance downward that I was still clad in Connie’s rather ill-fitting attire. Though it was hard to forget with the sheer tightness in how it squeezed my oversized lower half. Before I could act on some suddenly emerging kleptomaniac tendencies, I couldn’t help but hear through the door, sounds of cooking and Connie’s signature warm chuckle. With a growl my stomach seemed to request access to whatever the belly heavy latina was cooking and distracted me from looting the clothes. It had only been a few hours prior I had depression binged myself round on ice cream. But sure, enough my tummy already seemed raring to go. In the end there was a simple logical answer. I needed to go talk to Connie to apologize for borrowing her clothes, and also for not packing my own stuff. If by some happenstance I got a mouthful of what she was cooking, that’d be a coinvent coincidence. So, in turn I waddled down the hallway to see what she was up to.

I swung the kitchen door open and was greeted by the sight of the woman herself. My oversized step sister was cooking, dressed in a simple tank top that barely reached to just below her naval, with some spunky inspiration phrase, stretched out unrecognizably across her flabby upper half. Her big rear straining some particularly adventurous yoga pants which were quite frankly too tight be worn without underwear like she was. Not that you could see anything too lewd with all her jiggling flab in the way. “So, you study hard?” she asked me in a slightly interrogatory tone. Yet with hints of her typical playful energy that kept it from being too accusatory. As we had gradually assimilated into something more resembling sisterhood, I hadn’t been sure whether she’d be my older or younger sister, speaking emotionally rather than physically. But this conversation was making it pretty clear which of us held that title. “Not as much as I should” I admitted rubbing the back of my head. “That outfit looks cute on you should just keep it” she explained with a shrug, drizzling some chocolate syrup onto whatever she was cooking up on two sizzling pans.

“You sound awfully unannoyed, given how irresponsible I’ve been lately” I couldn’t help but inquire. I wasn’t expecting a verbal lashing like the sort of thing her mother used to give out, but I certainly wasn’t expecting her to be so laid back. “Well, yeah I was mad, but it wasn’t too hard to figure out what was up with you once I started rummaging around in your room” she explained with a smug sort of smile. As the familiar aura of teasing entered the conversation, I couldn’t help but put my guard up a little. "You’ve been in my room?” I inquired, doing my best not to sound accusatory. “Well I figured I’d pack your stuff for you, since I was mad, but It didn't take too long once I did to figure out the reason you’ve been too distracted to do it yourself, Blue” she elaborated. Sending a jolt of worry through me.