Chapter 166 - #166 /the true comparison/

“So are you going to move so someone else has a chance to drink...” Eliza asked Connie with a hint of mischief in her voice. The big latina letting out a belch and flashing a confident albeit lazy smile. “I’m good here...” she grunted patting her belly absentmindedly. “Well there’s an easy solution for that” Eliza said hip bumping me to get me to move over. We all shuffled positions, leaving it so that Connie’s head was its own point on the circle. Although with the sheer amount of floor space she took up, I wondered where Eliza was going to spin the bottle. My lover tossed the dice directly into Connie’s deep naval, using it as a dice cup. “Breasts” she called out with a squint of curiosity, before retrieving the dice. Connie giggled, ticklish at the sensation. The bottle still had to be spun of course, and there was only one place to do it. My lover planted the comparatively meager beer bottle atop Connie’s gelatinous gut and gave it a spin. It spun and wobbled atop the curves and softness of her gut, but eventually pointed decisively to Eliza to herself. She cracked a grin, despite her small comparatively small stature, there was only one person who could beat her in the chest department. The second spin brought it around to Doe once more, who let out an annoyed belch. “Just get over here” she demanded decisively with a lazy come-hither gesture at Eliza. Obviously not interested in heaving her big bulk up.

My lover was typically one to like being in charged, but with booze in her belly, and Doe truly letting her confidence flag fly, she was happy to oblige. Although rather than get up my lover simply crawled over, possibly not trusting her shaky legs. It was a difficult task for her, seeing as her breasts dragged along the floor and got in the way of her arms. They were utterly magnificent, and I couldn’t tell if her fashion of transporting them was a horny show of submission, or a sarcastic way of asserting her chests superior enormity. As she drew closer, she slid back onto her feet and into an upward sitting position, utterly burying Doe’s chest into her own. I drew closer with the farcical measuring tape, very much enjoying the completely unnecessary deed. Doe had gotten a sizeable amount fatter since starting this size comparison game, thanks to her poor luck. So much so she was almost in an entirely new weight class. Yet it soon became clear this would still be her biggest loss of the day. With the groups smallest breasts battling their second biggest. I almost couldn’t find Doe’s beneath Eliza’s avalanche of a bust. Both girls letting out the occasional squeak or moans as their sensitive body parts were squeezed by the tape. I declared the obvious victor, and fetched Doe her punishment beer.

She leaned back with the hints of an adorable scowl as she shot gunned the beer. Her technique was losing all semblance of grace, and quite a bit of it wound up pouring down her shirt. Her shirt which as she expanded began to be pulled apart. Her most recent straining button achieved escape velocity across the room as her gut swelled and bulged out with blubber. The next one up immediately seemed to begin pulling apart as well. The next button from her top down window blew off as well, as two buttons remained. Her gut was a perfectly round sphere utterly bloated by the bubbly alcoholic beverage. Her blubber having become so thick across her frame it was bursting out of the once almost fitting outfit. The once shy girl let out a bassy raunchy burp which stripped her second last button away with a punctuating ping. Her outfit had become lurid but from the looks of things she was too drunk to care. “This game is rigged I’m the second biggest by far...how do I...hic..keep losing” she pouted and I was struck by that revelation. When we had walked in, I had been bigger, but she was well and truly ahead of me. Almost as far ahead as Connie had been. Our sizes had been become spaced dramatically apart. No longer reasonably comparable. In fact, her and Connie’s looked very competitive in terms of scale.

After Eliza recovered from the sheer turn on of Doe unintentionally dismantling her own outfit, she tossed the dice into Connie’s naval. As if sensed by some divine presence, the result was finally midriffs. Both Connie and Does drunken gazes met across the room, as Eliza spun the bottle. It practically slid directly into Connie’s cleavage, her round. A round which she could now be challenged in, albeit only by one gal amongst us. Eliza retrieved the bottle and spun it again, it twisted and turned before slowing down directly near.... Laura. My sister audibly gulped and opened her mouth as if to object. Before being interrupted by a raucous belch from Connie, which wobbled her gut enough to tip the bottle an inch further around. Settling it decisively at Doe. Slowly the two behemoths heaved their bodies up into standing position, requiring a bit of help from Eliza and myself, their figures bouncing massive waterfalls of blubber. A true competition for our tight knit friend groups biggest gut.

Doe and Connie both stood shakily posed in manners that flaunted their enormous middles. Connie was still fatter just about, but it wouldn’t have been any more than a single penalties advantage. Her gut was huge and there was no questioning that. It hung down to her thighs it’s soft tanned enormity, vast and oversized, it still almost held a round shape, but it was beginning to become more and more of a distorted blob of pure hedonistically gained blubber. In contrast Doe was a handful or two short of scaling up in overall girth. But the slightly smaller womans gut was a massive orb that thrust out away from her frame in all directions. Nearly the size of exercise ball and approximately as round it was a cream sphere of booze and blubber that dwarfed the rest of her still quite overfed form. The two steeped into one another's personal space, with a slap of blubber as their guts made contact. Doe let out a belch, but wasn’t at all staggered, her face a picture of calm, but decidedly drunken confidence.

Eliza saw to measuring them thoroughly. If they were any fatter, they would’ve been beyond the tapes ability to measure. Especially given Eliza had her tits to contend with. Inevitably though a victor was decided. “It’s Doe” Eliza unable to keep a deeply aroused breathiness out of her surprised voice. Doe smirked and bumped her gut up against Connie again. “I finally won” she slurred her voice a sharp and cute contrast to the seductive confident tone she had been using previously. Just for that moment the line between girthy girls was blurred. As Connie chugged her penalty beer down and her body acquired new blubber she was once again decidedly fatter than the bulging pale blubber ball, and all the while I watched on in slight surprise. Seeing as I wasn’t responsible it was almost hard to reconcile the paradigm shift Doe’s explosive girth caused. I had been so worried about being the second fattest, now Doe had far surpassed me, and even looking at her bared girth that was hard to settle in.

“Hey hey, I need my table back...we’ve got one more spin in us” Eliza requested with drunken excitement. Connie lazily flopped back out her ass with a drunken slide, that thudded her to the ground. Being sure to lie extra flat for our final spin, even if there was almost nothing flat about her body anymore. The dice were tossed, the mythical midriff result appeared again. Eliza once more spun the bottle and it twisted and twirled a full 360 degrees to her. It was likely to be a losing battle, but she showed little concern for that. Only spinning the bottle again with a pleased look in her eyes, it twirled and turned and twisted, till it landed on me. I couldn’t tell if I was disappointed or pleased. On one hand, physical contact with my lover, and my weight not getting any more out of hand. On the other she was one of two people in the room left who could make me feel fat by comparison.

The tape was left in Laura's capable hands, not that we needed it, as we squared up to one another the disparity was comical. I was still easily one hundred pounds fatter than her, and with my expansive shape that dramatically plumped up the three bs my belly dwarfed hers. Her potbelly had swollen into an undeniable gut as of late but that wasn’t enough to match mine. Drunk and tipsy she pushed herself against me hard, our flabby bodies intermingling and pushing up against one another, I was fatter all over. While Laura diligently measured and thanked her lucky stars she wasn’t the one on trial, my lover readied my phone. “Let’s take a before and after picture” she said with a smirk. I blinked a few times wondering what she was talking about. Before I could ask her, my mouth was intertwined with hers, her lips and tongue tasting of beer and sin. I shut my eyes out of shock and pleasure. When I opened them. I noticed my phone open on a newly taken picture of us kissing, a fully body shot. I noticed Eliza had done her penalty weight to, a visible difference existing between the picture, and her body as I saw it. “You’re really smart...but you’ve really got to work on reading people...otherwise girls like me will just take advantage” she whispered into my ear before taking back a devilish grin on her face. That left me flustered and once more confused.

“Now that we’re all suitably plastered...” she announced while guzzling her penalty beer. Either unaware or ignoring the fact that me and Laura were effectively stone sober. As she spoke, she rummaged around beneath her bed. I took a moment to appreciate what her recent gains were doing to her butt while she did so. When she got out from under there her head was clad in a tiny plastic crown, and her cleavage was stuffed with a couple of chop sticks. “We’re going to play...the Queens Game” she announced with a tone that bordered ever so slightly on evil.