Chapter 162 - #162 /the many malfunctions/

Eliza rummaged around in her bag of tricks for a little while before letting out a sigh as she removed a clothing item, I was rather familiar with. It was a white crop top with a pink heart icon at the centre. I had won it for her from one of those claw machines at an amusement park. Under normal circumstances it would've been too tame for her tastes. But most crop tops aren't designed to fit anything above a d cup, let alone the rack she had been lugging around at the time. It had fit her tastelessly back then, but with her chests recent outwards expansion putting it on was going to be unlikely. She managed to get it over her head and her arms through the holes, a testament to the fact she wasn't a total behemoth like Connie and myself. But that only meant it was time to try and pull it over her tits. A few attempts were made but even getting her fingers under the tightly hugging fabric was hard. The motions of her fingertips caused her bare chest to bounce and wobble. “As delightful as this display of Newtonian physics is, this is looking like a lost cause” Laura suggested sagely. As much as I suspected we all enjoyed the show there was unanimous agreement. And after I helped her get it off, she drank, and to my continued surprise gained some more belly and breast mass to jiggle, without much fanfare or a hint of embarrassment. She didn’t seem to be showing off either.

Of course with Eliza's defeat at the hands of standard sizing practices it meant another girl had to pay the fabric gods their due. I couldn’t help but sweat a little under the knowledge it would probably be me. After all Eliza had much easier access to my clothes than any of the other girls. So I was a little surprised when the next clothing item was made out latex. Black latex. We all silently turned to look at Doe as she glanced sheepishly around the room, not claiming the item for her own. It was small enough that it might've even been manageable. “Geez...who could that belong to awfully raunchy isn’t it...” she mused squeakily fidgeting with the buttons on her pyjama top. Our silent staring continued unabated. Eventually getting a sigh out of the shy girl. “Okay but no being weird about it" she informed us, effectively guaranteeing we were going to be weird about it. Besides no sleep over could possibly be complete without some light good-natured bullying.

Unlike her scantily clad predecessors in the game Doe had to strip out of an outfit first. Which brought its own share of wobbles, jiggles and cute noises, also revealing that while she was the most covered with her first layer there was no underwear on under there. Of course, the real money shot was in the dress. When you squeeze into latex, the latex squeezes back, and Doe found herself battling her own dress for the slightest hint of modesty. She managed to get it over her chest, where it immediately snapped into place and hugged against her body, pushing her breasts up and into one another in an enhancing fashion. Given her pudgy size, if it wasn't for present company, she might've even looked rather busty. Anything below the bust line however was seemingly a no-fly zone. Any time she tried to pull the hem of the dress down it’d dig into the top of her gut, leaving what was beneath looking even more exposed and huge. She worked up a fair bit of sweat trying to tug it down, and even made some slow progress. Inch by constricting inch she managed to stuff the top part of her gut into the shape enhancing tight material. But it was clear around the halfway point there was only so much squeezing one person could reasonably do. With three quarters of her gut, and the entirety of her soft lower half exposed it was deemed unwearable in public. It ironically took the five of us even longer to get her out of it.

The porcine brunette collapsed onto the bed next to Connie, who had been lazily sitting there since her own clothing related trial. The shy girls face beet red and her soft body covered in sweat. It seemed she wasn't going to be bothering getting her back into her pyjamas till the game was done. Her hands covering her face in embarrassment her gut heaving with each breath. Eliza took a seat next to her on the bed, which buckled a bit beneath the threes combined weight. “You've still got to pay the tax ya know?” Eliza said rattling the frothy beer next to the embarrassed girls ear. “Just...pour it straight into my mouth" she squeaked spacing her palms apart and opening her mouth wide to allow for such a funnelling. For a party noob such a myself that might've presented a choking hazard. But Doe was far from inexperienced. So, like a magician pouring water into a rolled-up newspaper, Eliza poured the frothy bubbling beer straight down Does gullet, causing it to disappear. The sweaty butterball didn’t even burp, and Eliza didn’t spill a drop. The only evidence any consumption had taken place appeared moments later, as the butterballs nude body grew even plumper. Her round dome of gut growing an inch vaster as the rest of her body softened.

Eliza however was merciless in her continued assault on the soft body and softer hearted girl. “Well if you thought that one was chore, how about this one” Eliza asked as she pulled another black dress from the bag. This one was once again latex, though it was styled with an even higher skirt, a more plunging neckline, as well as an inbuilt corset style aesthetic. It squealed BDSM, and I briefly wondered where she had gotten one in plus sizes, until I realized I already had the answer. That night market we had visited our first time hitting the club together. I even recognized the pattern. The fact she had bought it then meant it was at least plus sized. But she much bigger than she was then. “Absolutely not...no way will it fit, just pour me another beer” Doe protested squeakily continuing to hide her head in her hands. “Well, I suppose we probably don’t have the time to squeeze you into and out of it” Eliza said with a playful sigh as she grabbed Doe another beer. The surrendering butter ball opened her mouth obediently to allow the next frothy beverage to be poured down. Only further increasing the size disparity between her current, massive porcine figure, and the merely plump body she had possessed when she bought the dress.

Once more the bag rustled and once more it pulled out a black and grey piece of clothing. Although this time there were two of them. A dark denim zip up skirt, and a spandex tube top. Doe briefly opening her fingers to glance between them and letting out a sigh. “It didn't seem right to break up a perfectly good ensemble” Eliza said explaining why she was taking two at once. “Am I cursed or something...?” the pale butterball mused as she fought her gut to sit up on the bed. I was sure she was referring to her luck, and honestly, I was even more surprised than she was. Given it was Eliza running this hedonistic show, I was anticipating that I’d be at the forefront of it. Yet my girlfriend turned party hostess had spared me from any of the debauchery or embarrassment the night was carrying with it. As Eliza went to grab the next beer Doe stayed her hand, and let out a soft burp “I might...actually fit into that one...it’s pretty recent” she explained, ghost mode making her completely unaware of the extra padding her body acquired mere moments prior.

It was a pretty good match up, since not only was It recent but it was outfit that left that big ball belly of hers exposed. Meaning all it would have to do is cover her chest, and rear. The chest was up first and was slain with relative ease. It wrapped around her blubber with a satisfying snap into place, squeezing against her chest and transforming her blubbery breasts, into tight pert orbs of a generous persuasion. The skirt however proved to be far more of a challenge. Getting her thick legs through went better than some previous attempts, there was only some light squeezing around her thighs. The main issue however arrived when it came time to pull the zipper up. It was on the back of the skirt, as club fashion dictates. Which meant that such a wide and uncoordinated gal, was inevitably going to struggle when she was stuffing a trunk with far too much junk into it. Her rear wobbled and she squeaked cheeks flush as she attempted to pull the zipper all the way up. It fought her as her soft pale blubber attempted to squeeze through. She made it two rungs from the top before giving up on her struggle resulting in her leaving the crack of her plush rear exposed. “This is probably fine right...? People wear clothes that show way more than this when they’re out clubbing!” she insisted gazing down at her own partially exposed rear.

“Okay so do a little dance for us, I think an accurate simulation is in order?” Laura asked curiously, with the stoic voice of the harshest judge on a reality tv show. “R-right now?” Doe asked curiously. “Nah, honey she means some other time” Connie added with good natured sarcasm. The butter ball froze up. But she was already a few drinks deep, and the alcoholic content of the beer in question was rather high. So, with pink cheeks she began to sway her hips to an imagined beat. With every slight gyration more and more of her rear was revealed as the zip slid down lower and lower, her blubber bulging free as the dancer turned pinker and pinker. “Drink! Drink! Drink!” we all began to chant in unison as the skirt finally dropped all the way to floor. A very embarrassed Doe grabbing her third beer for the evening and downing in what was probably an attempt to get so blackout drunk she wouldn’t recall the event. I had a feeling the small weight bonus from the other two beers was what did her in. Which meant the third beer and the additional bulging blubber wasn’t going to help matters.