Chapter 146 - #146 /the gang/

I blinked a few times and opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. If she had discovered L.B.L Up she was acting awfully chill about it. Though Eliza had taken it pretty well Mindy had bounced me around a locker room. While Paige just got horny. So, on the scale of reactions I had no idea where Connie was placing at all. That was of course assuming she knew. Which I had no reason to, really. It might explain why she was gaining intentionally without a fetish. Perhaps even why such extra attention had been paid to blimping her up by other L.B.L UP users. Or those might’ve been coincidences. All those thoughts and the arguments and counter arguments to each rocketed through my mind. I simply stood there silently, heart racing. My large step sister laughed, a literal belly jiggling chuckle at my surprise. Her amusement doing very little to still my anxiety. It was a pleasant sound to be sure. But from where I was standing, I could almost swear it had a villainous tilt.

I let out a yelp as she grabbed my protruding middle and squeezed it. Still too off footing mentally and physically to escape her kneading clutches. “I can’t believe you’d be worried about it, I mean there’s so much of it going around....” Connie explained deepening my confusion. She had officially lost me all told. I was just kind of standing there as she jiggled my belly completely unable to decipher what was going on. “Still it’s no excuse, you should’ve just told me, ***” she told me with a flash of the sternness I had expected earlier. I couldn’t help but let out a yelp as she slapped my gut to punctate her point. The sensation of it rippling and bobbing as it hung over my waistband did far too good a job of making me aware of just how big it was. At my yelp of distress Connie took to giggling again and I continued to be completely and utterly lost.

“Okay, Okay Blue I’m done” she said taking a deep breath to calm herself, flashing me a rare serious facial expression, albeit one with a smile. “If you’ve got a problem like that, you should just let me know, we’re all pretty big here, it’s hardly all that rare a problem” she said. “If you’ve outgrown all your old clothes you should call Doe, like I get it’s probably embarrassing and all, but she’s hardly going to bully you” Connie explained with a flash of a sincere grin. Suddenly the pieces all sort of clicked together. After all it wasn’t like I could pack my clothes for a trip if none of them fit me. It wouldn’t even be that hard to tell my old clothes were laughably out of date compared to my new completely massive figure. "We can’t all have your self-confidence” I said finally calming down. Or rather my fear had been replaced with embarrassment. “Yeah but you’re not even that huge compared to the girls at our school, you're like only a little more than half Deena’s size” Connie explained with a chuckle. It was a valid argument I had been repeating to myself like a talisman. But somehow seeing how close I was in size to my enormous step sister made it much less effective. Though I was too relieved with how the situation had played out to be all that self-conscious.

“So anyways, I called Doe and Eliza and we raided your closet to get rid of all your old clothes” Connie explained and I reeled ever so slightly at the invasion of my privacy. “Seriously, nothing in there could’ve fit you at all, I have a hard time believing you were ever that skinny” Connie chuckled and I felt heat surging to my cheeks at a borderline unprecedented scale. “I thought you said I wouldn’t be bullied” I objected. “Nope, I said Doe wouldn’t bully you, I on the other hand am going to tease your tubby ass to hell and back, seeing as I’m the one who had to go to the trouble of packing your actual suit case” Connie shot back and giggled. This time however I couldn’t help but join in with her melodious laughter. There was something oddly charming about it even if my privacy had been invaded. Though before it finished a thought occurred to me. “Hey didn't you say, you invited Doe and Eliza over?” I asked curiously. At my words there was the sound of something falling over, followed by the most adorable sounds of distress, from behind a door to one of the side rooms.

After a few minutes of muffled arguing the door finally opened up and the duo waddled out in single file. Doe bearing a bashful look of shame at her spying, while Eliza looked plenty pleased with herself. “You listened in on the whole thing, didn't you?” I asked the duo. I tried to sound stern, but Doe’s adorable look of shame was making it incredibly difficult. To say nothing of the fact scolding Eliza was hard enough on my best day. “Oh, come on, don’t friends listen in on other friends important conversations?” my lover asked sticking her tongue out playfully. It took me longer than it probably should have to figure out what she was referring to. “Hey you got a pretty good deal out of that in the long term” I shot back, but even I’ll admit it was an argument that was far too slim to support my weight. Connie and Doe simply looked confused about the whole situation. Which I found somewhat cathartic in light of my recent bout of ignorance.

“So um, anyways, I brought enough clothes to last you till we actually get over to Sydney” Doe explained fidgeting in her typical adorable fashion. “When we get there, we’ll all go together and get some clothes, since they actually have quite a few plus sized outlets there, it’ll probably be fun” Doe continued, it was clear she was doing her best to pour some of her assertiveness into the suggestion. It didn't quite come across, but it was miles ahead from how she had been when we had first met. “They do swim suits and stuff even for girls our size, which I know is surprising but I checked” she assured us. Me and Eliza were more than well aware of that fact. Given our interest in the more rounded female form. Said interest had led to more hours than was probably advisable of looking at oversized women in undersized bikinis. But I felt zero compulsion to kill the poor girls momentum by letting her know we had already gotten the memo.

“Yeah and we’ll be able to keep Blue from purchasing another wardrobes worth of lackluster outfits” the oversized latina added, chiding me with a smirk. “My wardrobe was fine” I fired back. “Eliza, how many plain grey hoodies did we throw out?” Connie asked rhetorically. “Like...6....how do you even outgrow a hoodie anyways” Eliza teased more than happy to dogpile on to me. It was embarrassing, but it felt sort of good, to be interacting with them all again. Connie and Doe were still giving off weird vibes. Which meant they hadn’t settled whatever it was between them that was causing trouble. But at least they seemed unified when it came to wanting to help me out. “You say that like you don’t wear plain grey sweat pants all the time yourself” I shot back playfully. “Sweat Pants are different, see sweat pants are okay cause well....” Connie said turning around on the spot and cocking a hip in a motion which sent her tush visibly jiggling. A tiny part of me wanted to turn around my own significantly larger rear, and do the same motion. To assert some manner of dominance, but unlike her I was much too shy to do so.

“There’s a joke in here somewhere about lesbians and closets...but..” Eliza said trailing off. “Butt” Connie interjected with a chuckle. “But, I’m much too tired to make it” my lover finished with a loud yawn. On closer inspection, smug and playful though she was the busty blonde was a little out of sorts. Her hair was up in a messy bed head bun. Her makeup was slightly unsymmetrical and hastily applied. And it took me a few seconds to realize she was sucking from a takeout coffee cup straw. “So Doe needed to be here to bring clothes, and Connie had a vested interest in getting me ready to go, but what brings you to your partners house while she’s away from home” I asked her more than a little curious seeing as I couldn’t ever seem to get her awake before sunrise. “Well Connie’s not a total sadist, so she let me into your room so I could hide your porn, your plans, and all those pictures of you from when you had a pixie cut” Eliza explained even with half lidded sleepy eyes she knew how to push my buttons. “You swore you’d never mention it again” I pouted and got the entire room giggling.

“So just to double check, not that you can properly read it but, you’re planning on showing up to school with yoga pants with “Wide Load” written on them?” Eliza asked licking her lips slightly. Probably due to the coffee and no other reasons. I predictably lit up like a Christmas tree. “The bag of clothes is in the hall way” Doe explained blushing a little herself presumably out of second hand embarrassment. “Guess we’ll have to eat these in the car” Connie muttered with a sigh. I only just about heard her as I was too busy waddling down the hallway. The bag as it turned out contained three outfits, all of which were pretty plain, if oversized enough to fit my bloated figure. Ironically one of them was a grey hoodie which I settled on, coupled with a surprisingly well-fitting pair of lyrca leggings. Which while they dug into and highlighted every fold of chunky lower half, actually fit me somewhat decently. Though far and away the most satisfying sensation to be felt was having underwear that actually fit me. I have no idea how Doe must’ve eyeballed my cup size but she pulled it off with aplomb and my oversized mammaries were properly and thoroughly supported for the first time in weeks. Of course, those feelings of comfort and satisfaction weren’t long for this world. Especially not with exams coming at me fast. I knew that, but in spite of myself, I couldn’t help but feel like I could probably pull it off with friends like mine.