Chapter 158 - #158 /the extended friend list/

Paige and I got rather comfortable, our pudgy cheeks pressed into each other on our tops and our bottoms. As we watched Eliza tease, a distractedly horny and attractively plumper Cameron. "So, what do you think?” I asked the shamefast degenerate as we settled in comfortably. “She’s still too much of a small fry for a mutual, not skinny enough to come across as a hard-core feeder” I poked one of the oversized flotation devices attached to Paige's chest, the masochist letting out a tiny squeal of pain. “Not about her, about the app” I asked her. Getting another fetishists take was of a slightly huge interest to me. Seeing as up until that point my only company on the topic was Eliza. Hell, Cameron had the app and she wasn’t even into it. “It’s god damn amazing.... look at her, she used to be a potential Olympian candidate...now she looks like a manatee, cow of the sea indeed” Paige mused with an excited chuckle. “But I got to say, I think I belong on the other side of the screen...” she said biting her lower lip a little. It seemed she was a hardcore feedee through and through. “Coffee” Olive said suddenly eyes unbroken from the screen. Paige immediately hefted herself without a question and rounded up the coffee cups even grabbing mine to ensure I’d get another refill. I wasn’t sure the staff would appreciate that she was using her tits to transport them. But I supposed being best friends with the owner's daughter probably had its perks.

Things looked to be winding down on screen, both busty swimmers had pulled out their phones. I was a little surprised as Eliza usually had an endless stamina for that sort of thing. It seemed the show was over for the evening. I closed out of it and leaned back a little getting comfortable and letting my gaze wander. As fun as L.B.L UP was it felt good to take a brief break and relax. My wandering eyes eventually settled on Megan who was once again staring at Olive’s back, peaking over the rim of a book. After a few moments though she suddenly turned her glanced to me, blushing as our eyes met and raising her book a little higher. I couldn’t help but find her a little adorable as she glanced between Olive and me. I figured she thought we were a couple. A thought that almost had me blushing just as hard. The red head let out a contended sigh and leaned back in her chair a little. Stretching her slender arms above her head. A wide satisfied smile on her face. “Finished?” I asked her curiously. “Not at all, but I made some fun little edits to my personal pet project” she explained with a happy musical giggle.

Paige returned with the various cups and distributed them throughout the table, affectionately stuffing mine into my cleavage with a cheeky grin on her face. For someone who didn't find Eliza all that interesting, they really were sort of similar. As she had before she crashed her rear on top of the couch and it let out another complaint, albeit one that seemed just a hint less aggressive than before. The sudden presence of her exceptional rear on mine forced me to adjust a little to try and get comfortable again. But I found it just a little bit difficult, my hips digging into one of the leather arm rests. There really didn't seem to be enough space for both of us. It wasn’t necessarily the couches fault, the sheer amount of butt blubber between us was simply much too dramatic for any two-seater to handle. Though it had been faring better on previous attempts. I took a guess that our sheer size was literally warping it. An embarrassing thought to say the least. “Aww, our show ended” she whined in a joking voice as she nestled her butt a bit to get comfortable, making space for herself but squeezing mine into a tighter vice.

“Well you know they don’t tend to make porn videos that long anyways” Olive said sticking her tongue out. “Then you aren’t dedicated enough to looking” Paige shot back. “I don’t need to look I can make my own fun” Olive retorted before falling apart into a giggle fit. “Oh, look at miss “I still fit in skinny jeans” over there, thinking she can get laid whenever she wants” Paige said sarcastically nudging me to back her up. I really didn't have a leg to stand on, since as far as I was concerned Olive was probably in the right on that one. Their dynamic seemed a little different when they were relaxed, I hadn’t imagined Olive to be such a brazen tease either. “Maybe you should start with chairs, and then work your way down to skinny jeans” I teased Paige and watched her light up pink in response. I had been joining in on the banter, but it seemed I had hit her buttons nicely to boot. “You’re very correct but uhm...I hate to bring it up” Olive started to say nervously fidgeting with her fingers. “You couldn’t possibly still think mine is bigger?” I asked her borderline incredulous. “Look at this” I added squeezing a thick handful of Paiges thigh blubber. “Her thighs are thicker but....” Olive started to explain. “Hold on we can prove it” I informed her. Quite interested in protecting my dignity as not having the biggest fat ass at the table.

430lbs, pretty huge, though she certainly wasn’t wrong in saying Connie was in the same weight bracket. Almost none of it in her waist, instead it distributed everywhere else. Unlike some of the other hourglasses her shape and distribution was somewhat imperfect. Her breasts were huge, but they had the slightest hint of a lowering to them because of it. More of a bloated teardrop shape than pert orbs. Her rear was similar her butt cheeks were wide and girthy, but they weren’t quite as round as mine and they looked somehow softer because of it. A full-blown lard ass. Actually, looking at the measurements there was less in her lead that I would’ve expected. Especially given her weight difference and how big a gut I was packing. In fact, it wouldn’t have taken all that much for mine to beat her out. “Haha we just checked mines totally bigger” Paige announced in a gloating sort of tone. I suspected she was the only one who would leave feeling like a winner. Given Olive was technically wrong, and I felt the margin was far too close for me to call it a victory.

"Aw come on, are you sure what you’re looking at is the newest information” Olive pouted as she did, I saw her start to crane her neck around. Even with my soft arms I managed to just about slam the laptop screen down in time. As embarrassing as it was. At least the red head didn't look too startled. “Why are you so certain about this?” I asked her beginning to find her forcefulness both adorable and a touch surprising. “Well I just...spend a lot of time...looking at the...two things in uh...in question and uh” Olive started to trail off her accent becoming thicker as she began to fidget. It was adorable and oddly confidence affirming to hear such a beautiful girl had been checking me out. “You can look as cute as you want but the truth is you’re just a sore loser with too much pride” Paige taunted her companion mercilessly. “That’s because I only bet when I know I’m right and her butt is definitely bigger” Olive insisted in a borderline bratty tone that had me almost falling into a giggle fit. Under normal circumstance such an attractive girl doubling down that I had the fattest ass around would’ve been immensely embarrassing. But Olive’s insistence had become more adorable than anything else.

Any further bullying against our friend groups European representative was interrupted by a buzz from my phone. It was a text from Eliza, it seemed It was time for my surprise. I was a tad shocked when I realized what time I was. I had been hanging out with them and at some point, a couple of hours had passed. It was both sweet and a touch unnerving to realize I had lost track of time. “The wife?” Paige asked knowledgably. “How’d you know?” I asked her curiously. “Well I recognize that bag she was smuggling, so I figured she’d be just desperate to have you come over” the goth girl said with a wicked smile I just couldn’t quite identify. Needless to say having such a pervert so excited had me imagining all sorts of things she might’ve been buying. “I’m going to grab a cab then” I explained, and the duo nodded. I suspected Olive wanted to hang out a little more, but I could hardly keep Eliza waiting. Nor did I particularly want to.

As I attempted to heave myself out of my chair though I could almost swear I was having a bit more difficulty than usual. But I was sure that was just my excitement. Paige had to get up first to let me out, and practically mooned me as she led me to the door. I was certain looking at it motions, the wagon she was dragging was bigger than the one I had been lugging when we checked my stats, no debate. Even if there wasn’t as much of a margin as I would’ve appreciated. Yet I became less sure as I noticed Megan staring at us leave. The shy girl had a bevy of butts to peruse and I would’ve imagined she would’ve focused on Olive’s dime bounceable behind. Yet her gaze was undeniably settled on mine, At least till I made eye contact with a glance over my shoulder and sent her hiding behind her book again. Debates about my rear aside though I couldn’t deny it had been a good time hanging out. Even if she didn't share my taste in women, Paige was charismatic and funny in an oddly extroverted way for such a scene kid. I was almost surprised it had taken us an incident of mass weight gain to become friends. Olive insisted on paying for my uber as I lugged my ass in through some unfortunately slightly tenuous doors. “Au revoir DD” she sent me off with a little wave. I couldn’t help but grin. In spite of my tithe of weight and shock from facing off with Cameron. It seemed like it was going to be a great day.