Chapter 164 - #164 /the second mini game/

“I know some of you were probably so drunk you don’t remember but that means you all get in a circle” Eliza said gesturing for us to form up. Connie heaved herself off the bed and Connie drew closer, I took the opportunity to flank Eliza, while Laura sat beside me. Our sheer mass meaning the wider girls had their hips brushing up against people. As we drew nearer Eliza pulled out the remaining items needed for our unique and lewd party game. The body part dice and the measuring tape. She really must’ve been planning this for a while if she managed to “borrow” those. “So, for those poor blacked out girls, or those too uncool to hang out with us last time” she said winking at Laura. “The rules are simple, we roll a body part, and spin the bottle twice, we measure the party part in question and see who’s is bigger and the loser drinks” she explains succinctly. Earning a slightly morose chuckle out of Laura. There had been a time when our weights were close enough for this to be an honest competition but now, we had a caste system of hugeness. I couldn’t help but notice it was once again a game that would be putting Eliza firmly in the line of fire.

“Well I want to drink...so let's get started” Connie said with a flash of obvious greed in her eyes. Clearly the failures of the previous rounded hadn’t sated her gluttonous apatite. “Something tells me you might be in for a dry run...” Laura said astutely. I was the blubbery latina’s closest competition and according to yesterday's numbers she was still 40lbs heavier than me. With her well-rounded figure that didn't slack much of anywhere, I couldn’t help but agree she might be in for a sober game. As we bantered, Eliza rolled the dice. Butts. I let out a sigh of relief, even If I was pretty sure Paige was still bigger, I had the biggest rear in the room no question. For once I saw that as a direct positive. The bottle was spun next and rotated to Connie. Marking a loss for anyone barring me like a giant grim reaper. It spun again, Doe, the slightly drunken girl letting out a hiccup. At one point in time there might’ve been some manner of competition between them. But my greedy biggest sister had long since blown past her gal pal and her rear was her second biggest feature.

But the ritual called for measurements none the less. Which meant both fatties struggling to their feet with the occasional wobble and hiccup. Given the body part in question there was really only one pose best suited for comparing them. The two waddled up to one another, a slightly drunken Doe, knocking of Connie’s belly and stumbling backwards from the larger girl. Before bending over and presenting her rear. The latina mirrored the pose with a confident giggle, and leaned her oversized tush back against Doe, almost toppling the lighter, but undeniably fat girl over. Does rear though hidden beneath the tight enhancing pin stripes of her pajama bottoms was easy to read. It was wide, soft, plush and giving, if you pushed against it, your hand would sink and it would wobble. Each cheek was the horizontally wide shape of a pillow and bigger than her head. Though she was a fat girl, given the scale of the rest of her, her tush wasn’t all that impressive. Connie on the other hand had a venerable badonkadonk of blubber, each cheek was perfectly round, and oversized, like a bloated melon from the vine, it curved out behind her in a thick and curvy shape. It was a thick sexy girls booty blown up to a massive size. Seeing as she was lazy, I could only assume It was her good genetics keeping such an amazing shape. Eliza’s measurements were thorough, and there was much examination, but there was an obvious victor.

Doe grabbed her beer before returning to her seat and once more guzzled it down. “It’s not my fault she’s so dang huge...it’s actually almost all her fault” she said with a mouthful of beer. Yet I could see a hint of annoyance in her eyes. “Had to be careful I didn't fall on top of you, wouldn’t want to crush ya accidentally” Connie taunted confidently with a smug smile that earned an annoyed huff from Doe. A huff that was followed up with a noticeable increase in blubber as her figure thickened. More than in induvial losses of the first round. Her body swelled and expanded with adipose. Her losing rear spreading further over the edges of the cushion it was crushing. Her pale gut blubber began to ooze out of the gaps in her top. The next button up on her shirt becoming perilously tight and causing her to fidget from its restrictions. I noticed Laura’s eyes widening a little at the increased stakes. It seemed she was beginning to realize she could lose her figure to this game. “It’s not like we were even competing with my biggest measurement either...” Doe mused aloud patting her gut in a wobbling motion that almost slew the wounded button. “Well we weren’t competing on mine either” Connie said thrusting her own massive, and superiorly large gut.

“Well we’ll just to see If you’ll get a rematch by spinning” Eliza said seemingly keeping things moving. She really was an excellent hostess. The dice was tossed, bouncing off my breasts before hitting the floor with the same result as before. I was sure the targeting of my admittedly huge chest was intentional but given how big they were it could’ve even been an accident. However, I was too busy once more riding the high of not worrying about getting fatter. Getting thicker would be everyone else's problem. The bottle twirled before landing on Eliza who curved a half smile. It was unlikely she’d be beating anyone but Laura in the booty department. Yet she seemed oddly poised, the bottle spun to Doe who let out a belch before covering her mouth. It seemed all the carbonation was getting to her, she’d been drinking and gaining the most after all. “At the very least I won’t lose every game this time” she added with a hint of a blush at her gaseous interruption.

The two intoxicated middle weights staggered to their feet. They were both the most drunk, though it was clearest on Doe. It was ironic to call them both middle weights since there was such a huge disparity between them. Next to Doe’s big ball gut Eliza looked merely like a chubby girl with an extremely large chest. Indeed, if it was a battle of the busts Doe would’ve been beneath Eliza’s god tier cleavage. With their backs bent over, Eliza’s dangling breasts hung only a few inches higher above the ground than Doe’s gut. But it was butts that were being battled and with neither being standout in that area it was simple, the fatter girl would be victorious, and the loser would be fatter. With Eliza competing measuring fell to me. I was all thumbs with the tape, but I honestly didn't need it. Eliza’s rear was probably the shapeliest one we had, composed of soft curved lines, that would’ve looked athletic if it wasn’t made so large by her blubbery body weight. As nice as it was Doe’s pillowy cheeks were simply much larger, wider and fatter. Earning the butterball her first victory of the debauched evening.

Doe and Eliza both waddled over to the beers and my lover shot the heavier woman a confused glance. “Oh sorry...hic...I’m just so used to losing” she said darkly with a soft belch before swaying back to her seat. The bouncing rocking motions of her steps finally popping that loose button off. I however was too busy admiring my lovers form to see where it landed. Eliza was still confusing me. She chugged the beer with one hand and held my phone in the other, guzzling while expanding her own side profile. Her rear losing some of its aforementioned shape while thickening, her breasts expanding outwards and downward as they grew heavier with blubber. My lover was plumping up quite a bit, swelling in the ranks of our blubbery friend group. Yet she didn't seem to mind at all. She caught me staring and bounced her breasts a bit confidently, shooting me a wink. I smiled in return, but my curiosity was far from assuaged. Something had been up with her for a while. She had been oddly secretive, both with her girl talk with Penny and with some of her recent purchase. Everybody needs their privacy, but she tended to discard hers with reckless abandon, involving everyone around in her thoughts and boldly declaring herself to the world. However it wasn’t like I could bring it up, and even if I I would’ve felt conflicted, her steady growing was something that got me all sorts of hot and bothered.

My sister eyed the scale of my lover's growth spurt with less pleasure and a hint more anxiety. Eliza was still just small enough you could really appreciate the extent of the penalty weight. “You know at most of my sleepovers we just complained about people, if we were feeling adventurous maybe a pillow fight” Laura said watching our displays of blubbery debauchery in rapt curiosity. She was the only “normal” person who could understand what was going on. Who had the full context of what normal was supposed to be like. I suspected I had lost my perspective or given my fetishes had never had it to begin with. “That’s because your friends or boring!” Eliza said sticking her tongue out. “Besides I wouldn’t go bringing bad karma on yourself, this is a dangerous game for you” my lover said looking my sister up and down with the gaze of a predator. Laura’s calculated “cooler than thou” poker face almost faltered for a moment. Eliza tossed the dice. Breasts. A very tight category unless someone had the misfortune of facing me or the swim team's largest life preservers. The bottle twisted and turned before landing on Doe who winced preemptively and patted her gut. It seemed she was getting full, and this was her worst category. Yet there was a saving grace for the parties most consistent loser. The bottle spun and careened before landing on Laura who bit her lip in annoyance. “Told ya!” Eliza said with a smug smirk.