Chapter 168 - #168 /the drunken debauchary/

With my sister, bloated and my ego stroked it was time to return the sticks. We all put them into place with ease and she once more did a jiggle show of shuffling them. After Doe’s recent bonus shuffle, I could confirm, the initial handprint and a second one on her other tit. The confident goth approached first, completely stripped out of her outfit and her usual shy shell. But as her grasping hand approached Eliza nudged the butterball away. “You know the goods are very sensitive, and they’re getting kind of sore...so I’ve got to institute a new policy...you want your stick...your going to have to use your mouth” Eliza said thrusting her trough of a chest out. “Fine” Doe said with a satisfied smile before lowering her mouth tantalizingly close to my lover's cleavage, before wrapping her lips around the stick of her choice and pulling it out.

Connie went to grab hers but Eliza once more nudged her back. “Rule applies to everyone” she explained smugly. Connie seemed more than happy to oblige, almost overly eager, her mouth and tongue beginning to rummage through my lover's breasts with a stunning sort of speed and hunger. “Hey now are you digging for truffles!” Eliza murmured patting the Latina on the side of her gut and getting the flabby girl to surface. I was much too sober to attempt to one up them, but I did give her a little kiss before pulling my own stick out. Laura approached, and before any objections broke the rule grabbing one out with her hand and shooting Eliza a communicative look. Her scorns menace promptly ruined by a loud belch that once against almost tipped her over. Eliza simply tutted. It was a fitting sound seeing as she was the queen. A title that suited her as she looked regally overfed, neigh busting out of her baby doll. “So....number 1 needs to perform the most dangerous task of all for such big fatties...sitting on a chair without breaking it” she announced smugly. There was brief silence that was broken by the familiar but lewd sound of an oversized ass being spanked. The booty in question belonged to Connie, the slaps provider, Doe. “I don’t want to get up though...” the lazy Latina groaned. “Just do it” Doe said forcefully

Laura opened her mouth but was once again halted by a belch that she stifled slightly. It was okay though, since I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say, and I had similar objections. “There isn't a chair in here...and I wouldn’t suggest seeing if she can navigate stairs in her condition” I kept it vague whether the condition in question was her drunkenness or her enormity, in truth it was a mix of both. “That’s where you’re wrong my lovely assistant, please reveal what’s behind door number two” Eliza said pointing towards another blanket covered object. I inevitably provided the stunning reveal of.... a small wooden stool. It was almost comically unimpressive, small and twiggy. I vaguely remembered it from previous times in her room her mom had told her to throw it out, but she had been too lazy. It seemed she’d been waiting for the right rear to destroy it first. And it didn't take much looking at Connie to realize hers was a rear that was capable of it, belly heavy though she was.

The blubbery Latina sidled up to it after being helped to her feet by Doe. Her body sloshing and a heaving in a heavy drunken persuasion. As she eyed it up, I could see a drunken cocky smile forming. She was going to absolutely crush it. She swung one vast hip around so her oversized badonkadonk was facing the forlorn furniture. Smirking at us before leaning back and letting her overwhelming tush engulf the tiny stool. A miracle, it survived. Her rear was bulging out over it on all sides, her girth so much comparatively larger you actually couldn’t see the short seating implement. It seemed like she had actually completed the challenge. But I noticed a flash of dull annoyance on her face that the chair had survived. The Latina bent her hips by another inch, and the last of the furniture gave way with a sound like a gunshot. Collapsing beneath her girth. There was a loud thump as the massive girl crashed booty first onto the hard wood floor, stray bits of old chair poking out from beneath her enormous rump. Thankfully It hadn’t splintered at all. I supposed Eliza would’ve checked first. Across the room I couldn’t help but notice Doe’s hands lingering around her thighs, a deep lip bite on her pretty face.

“An impressive victory for humankind vs furniture...a terrible loss for your bellies capacity” Eliza said in a mocking solemn tone as the Latina did a victory stretch. I was impressed and turned on enough that I fetched her a can of beer, while across the room Doe was bringing over some of the pastries from the fridge. For a few moments, the massive Latina wouldn’t have looked out of place sitting atop a podium as two beautiful, if quite fat girls lavished luxurious rewards on her. She sampled directly from their hands with the greed of a blue-ribbon pig, and her body soon expanded with the blubber to match. I had a personal front seat view as her gut surged out enough to actually acquire an entirely new dense roll of blubber. And got to watch as her boy shorts were plunged deeper into the dungeon of her oversized ass crack, with her gut covering her front and her ass swallowing them up, if the massive gal took another penalty all traces of their existence would be erased. A fact which I found admittedly exceedingly sexy.

Of course, Connie’s growth meant the throne had to pass to the next girl. Our sticks were returned to her cleavage and once more shook around. Before any of us fat girls could get our faces in, Laura thrust a rummaging hand over us, the other still cradling her bloated gut. Because of that lackadaisical pulling I couldn’t help but actually see the number on the end of her stick. Unlike the rude and bloated skinny girl we did as our hostess had requested us, retrieving them with our mouths lips and tongues. Doe took her time with a tongue so dexterous and sensual it had my lover pawing her lower belly out of raw lust. While Connie’s enthusiasm shone through once again. I however was last and when I looked at the result I couldn’t help but let out a squeak of surprise I was Queen. My thoughts inevitably shifted to my bloated sister and my knowledge of her number. It would’ve been rather evil of me to exploit of course, I probably wouldn’t have with anyone else. But within was me was a bratty little sister with unresolved insecurity, and I just couldn’t help but let it out. “We’re all pretty big we should watch our figures, those pastries are a real threat...number 1 should eat what’s left in the fridge” I said with a smug grin.

Laura cursed aloud. The fridge was half as full as it had been when I had opened it and there was more than a full meal worth of pastries still within. “Come on that’s impossible...I’m already...urp...way too full of soda” Laura objected clutching her sloshing dome of a belly. “Yeah guess you’ll just have to take the penalty...it’s a shame there’s no way...to empty someones stomach once it’s already that full” Eliza said lackadaisically readying my phone. Laura blinked a few times, more than smart enough to pick up on what my lover is saying. “You know before you do the queens game...I think you’ve belched up enough space for at least another soda...although I’ve got a really fun way you could drink it” Eliza said pulling a soda can from what remained of the 18s pack and bouncing it gently off her breasts. “Sensitive my ass” Laura muttered. “I mean if you’d rather fill that space with cake first go ahead...but I doubt you’ve got half a mini fridge in you” Eliza said making her black mail very clear.

“...urp...fine” Laura muttered making her way across the room while cradling her stomach and bringing her face close to my lovers massive chest. I had to admit there was something deeply and somewhat darkly erotic about the scene that was playing out in front of me. It had me horny as hell and hadn’t even started. Eliza opened the can over her tightly packed cleavage and emptied the can into the proverbial trough created by her massive tits. At the bottom of the valley of her twin peaks my sisters open mouth waited. I watched as Eliza demandingly tipped her chest lower and pushed them against Laura’s slender body as the liquid began to pour. Laura’s open mouth becoming filled with a heady mix of sugary soda and a slight bit of Eliza’s tit sweat. The whole while she was guzzling though her stomach wasn’t getting any more bloated. It was shrinking, and the rest of her was growing ever so slightly outward. Softening, bulging slightly against her underwear, and turning it tight against her frame. On and on my sister was forced to chug and grow. I wagered an equivalent penalty for a loss in the previous round was gained by the digestion of all that soda. It left her figure soft and thick, not quite fat, but certainly out of shape. I smiled a smug and satisfied grin. I just couldn’t quite help it.

“I’m going to get you back for that” Laura said running her fingers across her mouth before letting out a final and much less loud belch. “Maybe but first your challenge” Eliza said gesturing at the fridge. Laura sighed but nevertheless got to work on stuffing her face. We were all more interested in continuing than waiting the half an hour it’d take her to eat it. Besides we had already gotten a good show. So, we decided she could complete her command while the rest of us kept playing. On one hand I was sure my sisters vengeance would be of a legendary blood feud type quality. But for a time, I had won a very amusing pyrrhic victory. My darkest hope, was that the small out of shape start would snowball till I was back to being the little sister in the relationship.