Chapter 156 - #156 /the relative reassessment/

365lbs was a large number for a large girl. When compared to the some of the more extreme weights of the former cheerleaders, it was relatively small time. But still there was no denying, 365lbs was a certified fatty. It was with a great deal of displeasure that I read that number under my very own name. The idea I had ever been under 200lbs, let alone far below it, was almost funny. Though not when you considered in a mere day, I had become 25lbs fatter than I had been when I had woken up that morning. It turned out that was the cost of defeating Cameron. A hefty price to pay that I couldn’t help but feel was rather visible. L.B.L Ups omnipresent camera seemed to highlight the girth of my figure and left me more than a little embarrassed. Though not quite as embarrassed as the plethora of other information Paige was getting to see. As far as I knew L.B.L Up didn't have an x ray mode, though it probably did in the perks somewhere. I felt borderline naked, nevertheless. Though it wasn’t like there was any hiding the fact I was huge anyways.

“Hmm...I’ve beat you on hips...chest...not waist though” Paige murmured with a hint of disappointment. “If I had the ability, I’d happily give this gut to you” I groaned at the sight of my measurements. “Guess you’ve got limits after all” Paige said, and I let out a small eep as she poked my middle. “If there’s a perk that actually makes people smaller, I haven’t found it yet” I explained. “At least it’s reflective of your interests then” the goth teased, and I sighed. I had intentionally avoided reading any of the mental stuff the files tracked. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted that information at the best of times. “You know I can’t actually hear you...but if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about it...I think DD’s butts bigger” Oliva called across the table seeming enraptured in typing something. “It’s not, we just confirmed it” Paige objected with a hint of glee. “You’re much too cocky, and besides it seems like a weird thing to be competitive about” Olive said in a normal relaxed tone, pausing to take a sip of coffee. “Especially when you’re wrong” she added with flashing a competitive glance at her friend. “We’ll just have to check won’t we” Paige shot back as my cheeks did everything short of catching on fire.

“No, no, no we’re going in order” I whispered back. I supposed it was relatively obvious what Paige was talking about, given she was much more socially confident and much more forward with her interests than I was. But even still it felt unnerving to have Olive so close to talking about what L.B.L Up was doing. “No more...being obvious either or I’ll stop” I scolded her earning me a sigh and the glance of a sincere apology. “Besides you’re obviously right...” I muttered and she flashed a smug smile of agreement. Seeing as we were going in order and L.B.L Up sorted its ranks by times targeted usually, that meant Connie was up next. The heaviest of my direct group members and the one who was still probably shrouded in the most mystery. I couldn’t quite confirm for certain yet, why she was gaining on purpose, but supposedly wasn’t a feedee. I was getting close though. However, that possibly important mystery wasn’t anywhere near the top of my priorities while reading her file. My only true concern would be ensuring the gap in thickness between us was still suitably wide.

As I clicked on it, I was a little surprised as the camera switched to spectating her, flashing for a moment before showing a live feed of the blubbery gal herself. I had suspected her and Doe would go back home, but it seemed they had made a stop along the way. Connie was sitting in a restaurant, albeit one decidedly more food oriented that ours. In fact, based on the trays and the occasional people walking past it seemed like it might’ve been a buffet. Though there wasn’t much to discern given how much of the screen Connie herself took up. The table in front of her had clearly been pushed back a bit to accommodate the size of her tanned gut. It seemed to bob up and down with her every breath and it was clear based on the look in her eyes that she was rather hungry indeed. I might’ve suspected foul play by Cameron before she went down, but that was Connie’s natural setting. A born and passionate glutton.

402lbs a heavy weight for a heavy girl. It was a little smaller than I had been expecting. But I supposed gaining with food, no matter how gluttonous you were, couldn’t quite match L.B.L Ups ability to create instant blubber. Nevertheless, I felt just a bit of reassurance as L.B.L Up provided us with a perfect camera angel of her big greedy gut. She was still quite a bit ahead of me all things considered, even if I was gaining faster. “Damn she’s almost as big as me...” Paige mused with what almost sounded like a hint of jealousy in her voice. I suspected I’d be finding out how much “almost” was in due time. But I was mostly distracted by the fact she had crested the 400lb barrier. Three times the average weight of an average girl her age. “Hmmm...gaining without a fetish huh...that’s somehow even weirder than someone gaining with a fetish” Paige mused skeptically. It was an obvious observation, but it highlighted something important. Big as she was, Connie still wasn’t interested in slowing down. “It’s complicated...” I explained pausing to take a slurp of my coffee before clicking onto the next relevant name.

Doe as it turned out look to be in the same building as Connie, based on the similar décor and the fact she looked to be eying the many options at a buffet. Tubby as they were it’d seem a strange coincidence for them to be at two completely different buffets. Though I was a tad surprised she seemed to be ordering for both of them. Her big blue eyes were narrowed in concentration and her elegant brow furrowed as she seemed to breath in the sights and scents of the fully stocked buffet. Everything from breads to meats, to toppings or soups, the place was well stocked for any greedy customers. Her hand cupped under her double chin, the pale gal nodded resolutely as if having figured something out. “She’s absolutely adorable” Paige practically whisper-squealed. As if beckoned be her cue, a skinnier gal attempted to squeeze between Doe and the person in front of her in line. The shorter, but decidedly larger gal simply putting her hands on the skinnier girls' shoulders, and yanking her to the side, gently but forcefully. And flashing her a look, befitting a fat girl being denied food. Doe looked to be in one of her more intense moods, and more forceful aspects of her personality seemed to be leaking out. “And scary...it’s hot” Paige amended, and I nodded resolutely at my fellow woman of cultures, fine-tuned understanding of “the gap”.

Weighing in a 353lbs her size and girth added to her sheer intimidation factor, even if the round belly heavy shape she had developed looked much too soft to be scary. There was a certain dreaded confirmation to be found in that number. I was certifiably plumper. I tried to tide myself over by the confirmation that big ball gut of hers was bigger than mine. But it was mostly hollow comfort in the face of 12 whole pounds of differential. By L.B.L Up standards it was basically drops in the bucket, but for me it represented a decidedly heavy weight to bear. The passage from skinniest to second biggest was an embarrassment of the highest caliber by my own measure. “Hmmm, think If they were the same weight their middle measurements would be the same?” Paige mused curiously. It wasn’t really a point I had considered but that didn't seem all that unlikely. It was hard to tell with such a wide differential. Particularly when Connie’s gut looked like it would become rolly, while Doe’s was still decidedly round. It was an adorable if slightly perverted thought.

Last on the list however was Eliza. I scrolled the list to click on her but got a somewhat surprising sigh out of Paige. “She’s kind of a small fry, right?” Paige said with a shrug. “You need to reassess how big normal people are” I whispered back at her. “I mean yeah the tits are big but otherwise...she’s kind of...ehhhh..hot though” Paige elaborated. I was ever so slightly offended on my lover's behalf. As I clicked on the screen however any possible counter argument was most silenced. She was in her underwear in a small velvet looking room, with a pull over curtain. Her breasts overflowing her bra as she bent over to change. The silence hung between me and Paige. Before Eliza held her hand over her head and wagged her finger a little. Her framing for the camera angle wasn’t perfect. But it was a clear message to me not to spoil my surprise. I clicked out of the camera tab with the well-honed speed of any fetishist who had lived with siblings. I shot Paige an admittedly rather smug look. “What I admitted she was hot” Paige whispered. “Is it at least good porn” Olive asked us suddenly, a pout to her voice. “Top notch” Paige said her voice laced with false sarcasm as she gave her companion a thumbs up.

With the camera tab closed, the info took up the full screen. 210lbs, to me that number was laughably huge. When I thought about the smug extroverted girl who had so boldly declared that she had no interest in being anyone's feedee a summer ago. Yet I had to acknowledge, in the parade of waddling, heaving fatties that had preceded her she did seem rather small. It helped most of it went to her chest. But especially when I compared the feeds of us side by side in my mind, I looked almost comically fatter than her. Paige looked rather bored, beyond a brief smug smile when her gaze turned to the measurements. She didn't need to say hers were bigger, it was obvious considering the fact Paige was twice her size. But I couldn’t help but stare at those statistics relative to mine. My body conscious brain becoming stuck on the simple size disparity between us.