Chapter 17 - #017 /mini games/

The game begun rather nicely for me at least, since I managed to negotiate that I should have the chance to save any of the clothes they had discarded during my sojourn in the shower. This was clever because I also negotiated an additional rule into our little drinking game, under the basis that I'd be way more wasted than them and didn't want to get taken advantage of. The rule was relatively simple but it completely changed the balance, if they wanted to discard an item of clothing and I didn't object, they all had to take a drink. As a result the inclusion of the "lewd metal cd cover"shirts into the game meant that I got to watch in thinly veiled glee as my chubby opponents downed four drinks each, which was nearly a can per girl. Unfortunately Eliza and Connie had fortitudes reinforced from party girl days and thus were pretty much bulletproof in their tolerance for cheap alcohol. My streak was not to last as I was rather attached to a good many items within the "T-shirts from games that stopped being cool three years ago. So I took maybe eight drinks as we piled through it sitting on my bed, I was subjected to the sight of my stomach rounding and bloating as I inhaled the cheap beer, trying to save a Metroid t-shirt that wouldn't have fit me even back when I was an ironing board. "It's got high urrp sentimental value" I told Connie while clutching my slightly distended belly feeling the carbonated bubbles rise out of it's curved tightness. "Blue, it's got a ketchup stain on it" she said with a with a bemused head shake before finishing off her own drink her round jiggling gut now quite round and tight over the top of her sweat pants it's bottom edge completely revealed by a truly ill fitting tee. "Doe, please hic I'm like super full" I pleaded mid hiccup and I was quite truthful in that regard by that point I was really at the limit to what my stomach could handle it was so completely full and sloshing it was pushing my shirt up and I was worried I would throw up If I made any sudden movements. As pitiful as I'm sure I looked with my swollen belly rosy red cheeks and puppy dog eyes. Doe's state of inebriation seemed to imbue her with a sense of quiet confidence as she dammed me to taking a drink with a swig of her own. She was clad in a pencil skirt that hung down to her thighs and a pure white blouse that looked rather chaste when we had started but now with the last button opened was revealing her lower belly much to mine and Eliza's enjoyment. As I tired to prep myself to consume the beverage I found myself pinching my nose with one hand as I drank. I felt the fizzy liquid running down my throat but as it hit my stomach I realized I felt totally okay, far too tipsy to do anything but chug the whole can in response feeling like a dog chasing my tail as I released my grip on my nose to feel myself filled with the coppery taste my belly feeling practically empty as I downed the entire thing. "Next" I said holding up a shaky middle finger at Connie who playfully returned the favor. struggling for a few moments too get off my now creaking bed she eventually got up her overtaxed belly sloshing like gelatin as she waddled over to my wardrobe before hefting out another pile of clothes these being my skirts Doe giggling feyly at the display. So we drunk ladies continued our little game for another round of drink or die as I was affectionately referring too it. By my fourth can post mysterious second wind the mystery was revealed in terms so plain I could even see it through my drunken haze. The discussion was onto a nice little leather skirt which I was barely comprehensible in explaining to Doe would make decent lingerie as she giggled, the only sound the poor girl could make being completely wasted. Thankfully my attention was on her when it happened, she was on her back belly up as the term would be, the bloated orb I had created two days prior didn't look like the soft ball it had when it was straining her skirt, it looked like a dome, a full lightly gurgling dome, I crawled across and poked it playfully while I explained how cute the skirt would look. As my finger made contact with the packed gut I watched in drunken wonder as it began to lose that tightness receding inward on contact paunching loosely as it had prior too being filled with several cans of carbonated alcohol. In fact I gazed around the room and saw the many, many cans we had consumed far more than even our cadre of gluttony could've guzzled, then the source of the laws of physics being broken stumbled into view, slightly tipsy but certainly nowhere near as drunk as me. She had my phone in her hand and had it directly pointed at the belly heavy brunet who just underwent immediate digestion. Even in the fog of being completely wasted I knew exactly what had happened as I felt my own stomach spread it's contents into blubber a glance down confirming that I was beginning to regain my old paunch and it currently looked as big empty as it had when it was full at the start of our game. "That's illegal, we...we...private talk"I mumbled towards my other friends as I hefted myself off the bed. Practically tackling the much lighter girl into my ensuite with a drunken stumble as she reached behind me sliding it shut she wrapped her lips around mine in a kiss. I let her draw me in for a moment, I could taste the beer on her lips and I was fairly sure she could taste it on mine. "You've been a very bad girl" I told her in a genuinely annoyed tone as I poked one of her breasts peaking outwards from the low cut shirt she had borrowed from me. "Ya, hic, I know but It was so tempting and I just wanted to see what all the buttons did" she told me her cheeks red and ruddy from her drunkenness as she planted her toned ass on the toilet seat adjacent to me. "Yeah I know, I...." I started to say raising my finger to scold my belligerent friend before the remainder of my train of thought escaped me I fumbled around with it for a moment but wound up only confusing myself. "Will you let me keep it for the rest of the night if I don't make you any fatter" she suggested after a moment of glancing down at my phone a hint of mischief in her eyes that immediately made me feel rather warm beneath the belt. As drunk as I was I managed to still be very well aware of the danger of mixing magic and alcohol. I was also aware of one other thing, I really didn't care, I was finally having fun while not alone, the beer gave me a simple honesty in that regard. "Like okay...but you're gonna...." I said trailing off once more losing my train of thought again in the coppery haze of cheap beer. "I'll..think hic of something in the morning" I offered up after a moment reaching out a hand for help getting up. She took my hand and pulled my jiggling soft body up to it's feet our breasts rubbing off each other as we exchanged a quick kiss. She gave me an encouraging pat on the bottom as we made our way back into the game. We walked out seeing Doe and Connie hanging out on the floor in the corner of my room a bottle of my step mothers whisky resting between Connies impressively thick thighs. Now that I was aware of the undercurrent of sexual mischief at play it's consequences were abundantly clear. Connie's previously relaxed sweat pants looked nearly painted on in how they revealed every bump of cellulite and curve. Her gut hung lower than it had in earlier impossibly round and bloated like an overfilled water ballon her face's second chin now undeniable almost jiggling with her cherubic cheeks as she slurred out a joke. Doe was in a similarly thickened state her gut leaving her blouse's bottom three buttons undone even needing to undo the zipper on her skirt in order to free it. While Connie's belly was hanging and jiggly in a fashion that'd likely develop rolls as it expanded, Doe's gut was a jiggling ball of blubber about the size of a melon while completely full it jutted up in the air like a small hill rising and falling with each breath as it's owner lay on her back rubbing it with softly plump arms while giggling like a maniac. As I looked at the girth on display I made my way towards them my eyes locked on Doe as I awaited what I knew was coming, sitting my plump rear and softened hips down by Connie and drunkly giving her playful shove. Then I watched with interest as Doe's body thickened out just a little, just enough to close the gap between her and Connie. Her beautiful face softened out developing soft cheeks, her belly inched upwards from it's place hanging in the air, her breasts softening and drooping down to rest on it's full expanse. Connie glanced over at Doe as we got into a play fighting match , this wouldn't have been significant. But ten minutes later as the night was winding down and soft snores were echoing from the bloated ballerina Connie waddled over with the intention of tossing a blanket on her midway through the motion literally blanket in hand I watched as something happened, a small pause, her pupils dilating before returning to her work. "Does urrp she seem like pretty bloated too you?" Connie asked us curiously. With that an idea entered my mind, even on this day many years later I can't remember having it. In fact the entire rest of this night is a blur. But I whispered my revelation at Eliza's ear before we continued. I do remember two things though, firstly LBL UP wasn't used again that nigh and secondly that I was rather drunk, and very very happy.