Chapter 16 - #016 /transmorgify/

I decided to take my time in the shower and let my two friends mingle a little, this had absolutely nothing to do with the fact I spent the extra time exploring my curves. I did a bit of an inspection in the reflexive tiles as I let the blazing hot water wash through me and over me. The most notable change was just how much room I took up in my small shower, In fact I was left with a choice to either feel my soft rear brushing against the back wall or having to feel my rather sensitive nipples running across cold tiles. I'd imagine my choice is fairly self explanatory. I hefted up and squeezed various parts of my soft new anatomy as I scrubbed away, still a far cry away from needing help. I climbed out the shower well scrubbed and cleaned, and having spent quite a bit of time applying hair dye to my now rather long hair feeling it brush against my shoulders in an altogether strange sensation for a gal who usually kept it short. Then I went to the business of most teenage girls fresh out of the shower, self conscious self examination while toweling myself down. Not even the feeder in me could deny the fact that feeling myself jiggle was somewhat entertaining in it's own rather unique way. But even then I still huffed a little at the large amounts of cellulite around my thick thighs and wobbling ass. After that I was finally finished inspecting and judging and all that was left on my end was to await Eliza's signal.
A few minutes later I was beginning to wonder if she was pulling an elaborate prank on me but thankfully my fears were proven unfounded by the sound of her voice becoming audible through the door. "Are you decent?" she asked sounding for a few minutes unsure before suddenly continuing "Ah, who am I kidding I don't care" She announced with a tone of pride before opening my door I simply sat on the edge of my tub glaring at her. "You took you're sweet time didn't you" I said elaborating on my look and crossing my arms across my weighty chest in exaggerated annoyance. "Well unlike you I care about how I dress, and that means taking time, I'm sure conversations are much faster when you can have someone wander off for lunch mid long winded anecdote" Eliza responded in her usual sassy tone, her smile and confident demeanor meaning I could never really stay mad at her for longer than one sarcastic retort. She cut me off from said retort by tossing a paper bag at my head.
Thankfully I have experience with Eliza's throwing arm managing to get my arms up in time and feeling the rather pleasing sensation of my rack succumbing too gravity. It didn't take a Nostradamus to figure out what the bag contained but I still found myself rather pleased with its contents as I emptied them out onto the tile floors of my little bathroom. The top was a pretty awesome little punk number with no sleeves and a plunging neckline, accompanied by a set of grey leggings with blue lines down the side which perfectly matched the color of my hair. It also had bra as well a simple looking grey sports bra which was almost decidedly designed for comfort and support rather than looking hot, a matching set of briefs coming attached the tags having been removed. "You think that's nice you should see some of the other stuff she bought us, poor thing is under the impression she abandoned us in a sleazy night market" Eliza said with a smile as she stood in the door way practically tapping her feet impatiently. I gave her a quizzical look before waiting a few moments. As moments of silence elapsed her motive became rather clear from how she kept glancing from my wide hips too the pants. "Shoo, just because you man handled the goods,doesn't mean you get to see them wrapped" I told her still covering my chest and blushing a little in spite of myself. "Woman handled, thank you very much, and fine, I'll just have to watch you pour yourself into them tomorrow morning" she told me and just for a few moments I saw a hopeful and somewhat insecure smile cross her face as if she was afraid I'd decline, say something like "last night was mistake. But I didn't I only blushed a little harder and ushered away with a hand wave.
I sat on the edge of that bathtub for a few moments just letting in the sweetness of all that had transpired over the past few days. But I had little time to waste as the sound of small talk begun to echo in from my bedroom, I struggled enough with the bra clasp when I had time the day prior so to have to do it in a rush was needless to say, a little bit frustrating. Thankfully my grunts of exertion and general flailing must have gone unnoticed the room over because the mumbled conversations didn't miss a beat. Eventually though I was finally presentable and as much as I enjoyed showing off my new curves it felt surprisingly reliving to finally wear something that actually fit me. When I exited the ensuite it was fairly quick too spot my two new friends as they were seemingly once more raiding my closets in what would've been a violation of privacy if Eliza hadn't violated my privates the night before. "We're playing keep or discard, we just finished the "inappropriately lewd metal cd covers" section" she said with a knowing smile in my direction. "I'm really sorry, she just kinda talked me into it, i want to be a fashion designer and I've been kinda...letting out some of my own clothes recently as well and she said you needed help with that and..." Doe said continuing off in a trail of really quite effective excuses before her adorable diminuendo made what she was saying completely unintelligible. I opened my mouth to say that it was completely fine and that i was well aware of the wiles of my bovine titted bestie. But I was rather ceremoniously cut off by my door being breached yet again by my pot bellied step sibling, this time her fluffy fat packed arms filled to the brim with what seemed to be a strong mixture of cheep beer and greasy snack foods. "Theres no need for you to apologize baby face, the council has reached a conclusion, Deena's fashion sense is truly terrible" the full figured latina said before dumping her hoard onto my bed. Before I even had time to formulate a response to this a thought popped into my head and a rather frightening one at that I turned to Eliza and uttered a single world "school?"I asked her and watched the already snow white girl turn even paler. "Uhhh....don't panic it's closed for the day Principal Moriarty got arrested for...the fraud....thingy" Doe chirped in suddenly as me and Eliza let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't a surprise some of the students had been questioned and their parents were involved in the investigation. As a result the entire student body knew it was coming.
"And on that note of dastardly plans I'm gonna reveal mine, you see I've devised a game by which the odds are heavily in our favor, but you're odds of success are still high enough that you're pride will keep you from declining our challenge" Eliza told me with her typical cat like grin. I couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at the fact that I had so clearly rubbed off on her, in more ways than one. That said I'm rarely one too decline the chance for some sarcasm. "Apparently you can't leave you're best friend, you're new friend, and you're step sister alone in this day an age" I sassed while shifting some of the pile of junk food over to make room for my rear. "So, every time we want to make you throw out some of those ratty clothes, you can take a drink and you can keep it, however one of us can take a drink to reset it, so you have to drink again if you want to keep it" Eliza said looking mighty pleased with herself as she skipped over towards my closet. "So if I really want to keep something you all don't like I've got to take four drinks?" I asked with a grin before popping open one of cans of beer that had begun to roll around my sheets. I then proceed too do as most any confident young woman would do and chugged straight feeling the cool and refreshing liquid wash down my throat as I gulped it down for a couple of seconds letting out a soft belch into my soft arms and crumbling the can in a single squeeze. "Game On, sweet heart" I told her ready to demonstrate what a few days of living with gluttons could do to a girls stomach capacity.