Chapter 161 - #161 /the first mini game/

A few moments later and the various sleep over party supplies had been gathered and spread haphazardly around the bedroom. In particular there were two pillars of stacked 6 packs of beer, which combined with the soft lighting of Eliza’s bedroom, gave everything an intimate ritualistic feel. My lover smiled and wiped a bead of sweat out of her cleavage as she took a seat back on her bed. “So, our first game will call back to our first time all drinking together, “Old clothing throw out”” Eliza explained putting a bit of theatrics to her voice. It was a game I mostly remembered well, I say mostly since I got absolutely plastered. “However, in light of nobody else in this friend group having a dress sense as bad as Deena’s I’ve had to change the rules” she said flashing a wicked smirk. Earning some giggling from Laura and Connie. “Now the rules are simple, I’ve collected various old clothing items from each of you and put them in this bag, when I take yours out, you have to try it on, if it fits so badly you couldn’t wear it outside, you’ve got to drink” Eliza explained jiggling a bag which made suitably fabric filled sounds. There was an unspoken addition to those rules that was obvious to me. If you failed to fit in an outfit, you’d pay the price in blubber as well as booze.

But first there were some obvious questions. “What do you mean you collected some of our clothes” Doe asked blushing immediately. “Well usually I’d just ask to borrow something and then not return it...but I might have borrowed some without asking” Eliza said with a playful chest bouncing. “I’m pretty laid back, but I got to tell you girl that’s pretty weird” Connie informed my lover, though her voice sounded more amused than anything else. “I mean...calling it borrowing is a stretch when there’s no way you’d fit in our clothes” I informed her even if it stung a little to point out the size gap between us. “Listen, you all want to act like I’m the weird one, but there’s someone weirder in this very room right now” Eliza objected with a tone that indicated this was going somewhere. We all raised our eyebrows. “I actually couldn’t find any of her clothes, plenty of underwear, but no actual clothes” Eliza said with a gesture at Laura who had been admittedly looking rather calm throughout the whole ordeal.

“In fact, I couldn’t even find any evidence she wears clothes, barring pictures of her wearing them” Eliza added putting on an additional layer of strangeness that we even beginning to intrigue me. “I’m way too sober for this conversation....so can we get a demonstration or something" Laura asked her voice laced with so much innocence it made her sound rather guilty. Though whatever she was guilty of it was no doubt plenty strange. Not that it was all that surprising given she was a witch. “It seems pretty self-explanatory to me” I suggested my attention now firmly turned on my elder sister who was as expected perfectly stone faced. “It’s fine, we can make allowances because she’s not as cultured and sexually liberated as us” Eliza said before proceeding to rummage through her own closet emerging carrying an old bra of hers, I recognized from her clubbing phase. It would’ve been best described as woefully inadequate, and it had been a tight fit even back when she was wearing it regularly.

“Alright so...it would go something like....this” Eliza said waddling to the center of the spacious circle we had formed. Pausing to do the hand motions as if she were a thespian stage actress. “Oh no, looks like it’s my turn to go up” she said taking on the accent of a raunchy southern belle which earned her some giggling from the group. My lover proceeding to flip the straps of her baby doll off her shoulders and briefly flashing our friend group, in a wobbly jiggling display. “But this’ll totally still fit me, right?” she said practically pantomiming for the crowd before beginning to try and squeeze the bra on. Even pushing her tits into the cups was a challenge, and they overflowed from them heavily, leaving the top semi-circle of her areola visible. She attempted to tie the ties around in a dramatized heaving motion, which caused her breasts to continuously overflow and almost swallow the bra in a sensuous rhythm. Making lewd noises of struggle all the while. “I’m beginning to think she wasn’t joking about those porno aspirations” Laura mused aloud.

“She probably wasn’t” I informed her, completely incapable of looking away from the spectacle. Eventually the ties of the bra gave away in a snap, sending the cups to the floor. Eliza taking a bow and fixing her baby doll back into place, before collecting her beer from the six-pack pillar. My lover shot gunned the booze down in a couple of thick bubbly slurps, before letting out a soft belch. Then much to my surprise I watched as she fished my phone out of her cleavage and mimed taking a selfie. I knew what she was really doing though, and its effects soon showed on her figure. The baby doll creeping slightly further up her waist as a bit of extra tummy fat bulged outwards, another inch of boob flesh piling higher out of the neckline. It seemed the penalties for this game weren’t big, no doubt since she had more games in mind. But I was a little in awe to see her inflict it on herself, especially since she was only doing a demonstration.

Now that everyone understood the basic rules my lover fished out the first clothing item from her bag of questionably acquired goods. Eventually hauling out a wide and girthy set of denim jeans. Based on the sheer amount of fabric it had to be either me or Connie. I wasn’t sure which till the Latina raised her hand. “Sweatpants are way more comfortable anyways, but what can I say, I had ambitions” she said with a jolly chuckle before attempting to heave herself to her feet. Her gut wobbling at her protests and necessitating two motions from the belly heavy woman to get herself up. It seemed like a small mercy she was already in her underwear, since the actual act of trying to put the jeans on proved to be a task akin to wrestling a bear. There was grunting heaving, squeezing, and even a muttered Spanish curse word I couldn’t quite identify. She was sitting on Eliza’s noisily protesting bed and the four of us watched as the obese gal worked up a sweat just trying to get on a pair of old jeans. It soon became clear her overly thick thighs were mostly responsible. They were so meaty she could only get the jeans to cover the bottom half of her ass. Leaving her cheeks presented like fresh pies. Of course, even if she had been able to get them higher, her gut would’ve presented an insurmountable obstacle.

“I don’t know, I think a particularly adventurous girl could wear that out on the town” Eliza teased jokingly as Connie flopped back on the bed with a grunt. “No way, I’d die, that’s not even accounting for the fashion faux pa, I’d die twice, double death” Doe said with a sympathetic wince. “I was wearing skinny jeans back when low rise jeans were “the fashion” ...and we never went that low” Laura added her opinion to the hat. “Yeah, yeah laugh it up” Connie said with a dismissive snort and a good-natured chuckle. Before taking two attempts at sitting up on the bed and fishing a beer out of the six pack. Her technique was similarly to Eliza’s albeit a bit messier and splotches of beer soon marked her bra, and mingled with the sweat of her accrued hard work. The ensuing belch was nosier too, and it timed perfectly with the thickening her body underwent. At her size a handful of lbs might have gotten lost easily. But her situation made them visible. As the blubber surged across the overtight biting jeans. At least before she kicked them off sluggishly in a jiggling display.

Which meant the next item was soon to follow as Eliza fished out a pair of tiny daisy dukes. I knew they probably weren’t mine. Doe was never all that much of a denim gal. “Must be Laura’s then” Connie said panting a little and looking a little regretful she hadn’t savored her beer. “No believe or not I fished these out of your clothes” Eliza said with a smile that would’ve made the devil himself blush. “There is no way, I've never been that tiny in my life” Connie said with a boisterous and confident chuckle. It was then in that exact moment I recognized those daisy dukes. They were the ones she had been wearing the night I first discovered L.B.L UP, she had been wearing them the first time the app was even used. “I’ll put them on anyways cause I’m thirsty, but I’ll probably need a bit of a help” she said with a yawn and a stretch. I suspect she didn't need one so much as she was lazy. But I was never one to pass up on the chance to feel up some blubbery legs.

I took her right and Eliza wound up taking her left. Each one of us attempted to pull one half of the short up around her tree truck legs. It was nothing short of a farce, and if they hadn’t been made from denim they surely would’ve torn in half. We just about managed to squeeze her calves through, but the realms above that were simply too thick to comprehend fitting. It was almost comical, it felt like a joke and I suspected Connie probably thought it was. For her the idea that those shorts would fit her was something so outside the realms of possibility it didn't even bother considering. Yet I had memories of her wearing them from mere months prior. In the end we all had a good laugh about them and discarded them onto the clothes pile. Connie had been chugging while we were trying to squeeze them up and inevitably her figure paid the prize in blubber as well. It would’ve seemed like the beginning of a heavy toll if she wasn’t so damn big to begin with. Of course, she wouldn’t be the only loser in Eliza’s new drinking game. There were plenty more items to go.