Chapter 165 - #165 /the real measurments/

Laura rose to her feet daintily, but I could see hints of trepidation. Anxiety which grew as Doe started to stand back up again. Even the simplest motions made the thick girl jiggle in a way which truly highlighted her blubbery physique. Doe’s breasts had a fullness you’d expect from a girl her size, thick and soft like pudding. Unimpressive when measured up next to the massive busts of Eliza and I, or even when compared to the fatness of the rest of her. Laura was undeniably more naturally busty, her chest was shapely and full projecting from her figure with a perfectly round and pert shape. However, the sheer disparity in the girth between them seemed like it gave Doe the edge. It was hard to tell since they couldn’t go chest to chest, Doe’s gut was too large for their tits to properly touch. But I felt I maintained a broad perspective and was sure Doe would be the winner. Eliza saw to the measurements, wrapping the tape around Laura’s chest and pulled it tight in a slightly sadistic fashion. When she was satisfied with that result she swayed over to Doe. She wrapped the tape around and it dug into Doe’s blubber succulently, Eliza stared at the result and then...her face suddenly changed emotion. I could almost swear I saw a flash of purple light in her eyes. “Sorry Doe” Eliza said causing the drunken girl to totter and frown in annoyance.

I blinked a few times unsure if I had actually seen what I had seen. Doe sloshed over to the six packs in a pouting fashion and began to guzzle her failure beer as recompense. Something still felt off to me. I replayed it in my mind, purple was Laura’s color magically speaking. Yet I wasn’t sure I could call her on it. I watched as Doe’s thick body begin to expand and soften, the next button on her shirt beginning to slide apart, even the ones around her chest ironically began to be dragged away from one another, opening a tiny cleavage window. The girl let out a loud belch and almost fell flat on her rear. I felt a little bad for her. So much so I took a step outside of my comfort zone and into my sisters. Grabbing her chest in a questioning fashion. A mix of my immense applied body weight and her own surprise left her defenseless. It had been so long since I had been involved with regular sized tits, I had almost forgotten what they felt like. But this batch of woman handling was entirely scientific nature. “She definitely cheated” I announced to the room confidently before releasing my grip. Rather that defend herself my sly sister simply uttered a curse word in latin before requesting I get off her before I crushed her.

I kept lying on top of her a little bit longer for good measure but did eventually ease off her and return to my seat. “How exactly do you cheat at a game like this...?” Eliza asked but her voice was more excitedly curious than questioning. “Magic” I said flatly to silent stares, and some drunken giggling from Doe. “Like the street kind...sleight of hand stuff...anyways I know she did it....she needs to take a punishment” I explained. It was hardly concrete evidence, but sleepovers aren’t a court room, they’re environments of fun. And her taking a penalty was more fun than her not taking one. “What punishme-” I began to muse aloud but was cut off. “Double Penalty” Doe said in a confident but very haughty voice. Laura froze in place.

“Double Penalty! Double Penalty! Double Penalty!” Connie began to chant, and I couldn’t help but join in. Eliza didn't even bother chanting instead just providing the two soda cans and leveling my phone at Laura like the rifle of a firing squad. My sister shot me an annoyed but defeated look as she took them in her hand and chugged them one after another. Pausing to burp a little. All the while of her double fisted drinking her body was expanding. Her thighs softened and lost definition, her waist began to widen and sag slightly, her middle began to push outwards as the beginning of a pot belly began to form. There didn't seem to be any place taking more mass than the others she simply softened all over. My older holier than thou sister was beginning to look a bit out of a shape. She poked her new softness with quite a bit of annoyance. Much to my incensed glee.

“Cheaters never prosper, but they do as it turns out, drink a lot of soda” Eliza said with a devilish smirk rattling the dice in her hands. Laura looked like she was going to muster a witty defiant comeback, but it was interrupted by a belch that took the wind out of her sails. The dice were thrown, landing on breasts once more much to the visible chagrin of Doe and Laura. The bottle swung and twirled towards Connie who looked excited that she might get to drink. The ever-comical bottle once more swung around to its favorite player. “You know she’s not even the widest one here, yet it keeps landing on her” Laura mused as the goth let out a soft belch. “Well I’m not getting up again until I think I’ll win, you can get off that big ass of yours and come to me” Doe told the Latina her words slightly slurred. Pausing to let out another drunken belch the slurring girl made eye contact. “That wasn’t a request” she said her voice deep dark crisp, and exceptionally enticing. I even saw Laura fluster a little.

Unable to deny such a sultry and decisive demand, Connie wobbled across the room with a bit of sway in her step that jostled her oversized gut. Doe who had been sitting on a bean bag chair leaned back further and spread her thick legs apart, dropping her recently expanded belly between them. Connie drew closer and the two wound up pressed into one another. The sight of their oversized bodies enveloping one another doing all sorts of things within the panties of yours truly. “Bring a beer with you” she told Eliza who did as commanded. The busty girl still had to measure them, but they surely didn't make it easy. The only way to determine when one fat girl began and the other one ended was their differing skin tones. Eliza having the slip the tapes in the cracks between them to try and get a read. Both had no tendency to gain in their chest, which meant figuring out who won was a simple matter of size. Doe began to guzzle her beer before the measurements were even finished.

With such close proximity I could fully appreciate the sheer girth Doe was beginning to acquire with her consecutive losses. Her pale fat surged and began to encroach and push against Connie’s tanned blubber. Gut to Gut I could witness the sight of her bloated ball belly pushed up against Connie’s girthy middle. The disparity in their sizes was beginning to fade as Doe grew and grew fatter. It could’ve just been all the alcohol, but I could swear I could feel it shift in their dynamic as well. As she finished drinking Doe playfully shoved her girthy gal pal of her in a wobbling display of dominance. Letting out a drunken belch before cradling her swollen, bloated and expanded middle. “I thought you two were the only two...proper perverts in this city” Laura whispered meekly still caught up in her own figure, but nevertheless enraptured by the sight. “It’s the booze and the competition I think” Eliza said biting her lip.

Speaking of competition, the dice had to be rolled again, butts once more. “Do these dice even have an option for midriffs” Doe said though to call her middle anything other than a blubber ball was a bit comical. “We’ve only rolled them a few times really...” Eliza said but I could almost swear I saw a flash of a cheaters smile. The bottle spun once more before landing on Connie, Laura crossed her legs nervously and Doe however plastered as she was flashed a look of ambition. But the bottle spun to the option I least expected. Myself. Having dodged almost all the fetish actives on display I had almost forgotten I was an option. “Well you’ll finally get to drink” I told Connie as I got to my feet with the ease granted only to someone's who’s sober. “I wouldn’t be so sure...I’m pretty huge ain’t I” Connie said flashing a confident grin. There was something to be said for size over shape, and I found myself more than a little conflicted at the competition.

My feelings aside there was only one thing to do. As two of the competitors in our underwear our big butts were bare, so their entireties were pushed into one another as we went rear to rear. I could feel the sheer mass of her enormity pushing up against me. As huge as I thought I was, she was in a different weight category. I could feel my oversized tush sink into the giving blubber of hers. Our shapes were even oddly similar with us both carrying that perfect Instagram model roundness, blown up to an exceptionally massive size. It was a shape I had admittedly cheated to get while hers was all natural. For all my posturing with the sheer mass of her behind against me, I was aware of two very important things, the first was I was getting exceptionally aroused, and the second was that she was bigger than me in the category that mattered. Whether it was a small edge earned by her inability to fit into her old clothes I couldn’t tell. But it was a simple fact that was unequivocal to me.

“Connie loses” Eliza declared extravagantly, and I blinked several times in surprise. I had been so lost in thought and appreciation for the arousing nature of my situation I had missed Eliza’s measuring completely. Connie flopped lazily to the floor and made a vague gesture to Eliza to fetch her beer. The busty hostess was more than happy to oblige. I watched the sight of my lover pouring the beer directly into Connie's gullet and the ensuing expansion of her already massive body. Yet the whole time I was flabbergasted. I couldn’t check since Eliza had my phone, but I was sure Connie was bigger. As my confusion settled in Eliza winked at me. It was an answer to my question, she had rigged it. But it was an answer that only confused me further.