Chapter 170 - #170 /the lovers night/

Of course, there was still plenty of night to be had, and even with sudden blubber increases off the table I was rather looking forward to it. For one thing it meant I could have drunk some booze. But something about Eliza kept me from indulging. At least from the drinks. Before we could start the next game a heated debated broke out between Eliza and Doe. A simple dispute over the best Chinese places nearby. Eliza staunchly defended the restaurant her mother had been so often frequenting while Doe had her own opinions. In a room where the average weight of a woman was cresting perilously over 300lbs there was only one way to settle such a dispute. Especially when Laura had all of the pastry hoard to herself. Not that she was particularly pleased about that fact. We gave her break from stuffing herself full of pastry, if only to act as a collection girl for the delivery drivers. We were all comically scantily clad, soaking wet, and very averse to trying to climb down stairs. We sampled food from both places and discussed our favorite dishes while stuffing our gobs.

As we nibbled on noodles and demolished dumplings, we played a little game of movie trivia. Laura was smart, but she was book smart, and half the time she buzzed in her face was too full of cake for her answer intelligibly. Doe might’ve been able to compete, but she was far too hammered to fight. I had my run of the categories and even though the competition was less than stiff it felt good to be a more traditional nerd again. Ranting about sci-fi and being teased for it. Of course, there was other aspects I was being teased about than just being nerd. Namely that I was a huge nerd. In the literal sense of the word. While Eliza had seemingly completely gone off offense, Laura and Connie albeit for different reasons were very interested in teasing me about my size. But such complaints were difficult to take seriously given that everyone was eating that delicious Chinese food between rounds. The final trivia question was simply to answer which place had the better food. I answered objectively in my girlfriend's favor. They really were better. A little worse for my figure, but I wasn’t overdoing it.

As we discussed movies, our chatter inevitably turned to one Pizzaria in particular. A famous set from a movie they had rebuilt in real life. The movie was a pop culture classic, a favorite of Does, who was stunned to learn that it was actually a business in real life. She demanded we ordered from there, we could hardly pass up on such a fated occasion. Sure, we had eaten some Chinese food earlier, but by the time the pizza got there, it’d be later in the evening anyways. We passed the time for the delivery driver lazily playing poker, but it was clear where everyone's attention was. The food had looked absolutely delicious in the movie, and Eliza had it on in the background on the TV. A story about an exotic dancer in Vegas, who got forcefully married into the wealthy Italian mob, it soon became clear Connie loved it almost solely for the food and fanservice. A passion which she expressed when the food arrived, and she started double fisting from both the pizzas we had ordered. She had gotten even more huge during the evening and I didn't appreciate quite to what degree till I saw her go at it. She was becoming a front heavy blob of a fat girl, a fact I found deeply enthrallingly hot. The rest of us had to fight to even get a slice from the greedy girl. But when we did it was undeniably really good.

Slowly time passed on in that way. We’d chat or mindlessly play some manner of game while gorging or drinking beer. Eliza talked about her friendship with Penny and the new waitress, and occasionally humble bragged about our compatibility. Doe chatted about her clothing line and intermittently complained about her parents. Connie fretted about our trip to Australia and acted gleefully excited about being on reality tv. I mostly just sat, listened and drank it all in. It was all so banal and normal, eventually fiery arousal had been snuffed out by the sleepy exhaustion of full stomachs and a well decorated bedroom. If I hadn’t been so busy drinking in the blissful banality, I might have noticed the best way to keep time was the constant influx of delivery drivers. As far as I had noticed we were just eating, girls need to eat and fat girls eat a lot. So, the full scope of our indulgences escaped me till Connie and Doe waddled and tottered their way to the guest room, and Laura went down to sleep on the couch, all the while clutching her stuffed gut.

Every flat surface in the room had some adornment in the form of a takeout container. Many of which were the same food items but from different locations. There was nowhere in the room you could look without seeing a reminder of our hedonism. Such a heinous amount of takeout food had been consumed there was no way we could’ve fit it all in our guts reasonably. Unless Eliza had been using the digestion feature. L.B.L UP was an app on my phone, which meant I understood it better than anyone I knew. The pattern of constant eating, ending with digestion followed by more eating. I recognized it with a slight shiver down my spine. It was a grinding pattern I used to build up energy. Over the course of multiple hours, I was sure Eliza must’ve built up quite a lot. Of course, the second revelation that struck me was that with all the other sleep over participants in their own rooms. We were finally alone. It was time.

Eliza was sprawled out haphazardly, lying on her back on her bed. I eased myself to my feet with a grunt of effort, my gaze tracing her body and drinking in the sight of her pale flesh. Her legs had become soft and corpulent, shapely and thick. Her thighs were actually ever so slightly wider than her hips, they were girthy enough to chafe, yet they were so soft they rippled in motion. Her hips were not without a layer of padding however, visible but not massive saddle bags softened their mass. They complimented the slim but curved nature of her rear nicely, though those curves were almost fading, giving way to a bulging blubber butt with the consistency and shape of pudding. Yet it wouldn’t have been called big merely fat. The same couldn’t be said for what lay above her waist. She had a gut, a curve of blubber that jutted out from her middle, a soft hungry flabby ball that would’ve hung over the front of her jeans. Yet it’s a true scale couldn’t be fully appreciated. With the enormous visage that hung and obscured it. Eliza’s chest was huge, enormous even, two and half times the size of her head, they utterly dwarfed the girls frame. Yet for all their hugeness, they jutted out proud and pert, they had a delectable curve to them, that was mind melting to follow. She could just about get her hands around to touch her own nipples. Not that she was ever short of those willing to stimulate them.

My lover was fat. Properly and unequivocally fat. My perusing eyes brought with them an estimate. My familiarity with her curves led me to the knowledge she had crested 250lbs at some point over the evening. All that sensitive burgeoning blubber was contained within her uncomfortably tight baby doll. The flowing outfit having transformed into a skintight body suit as a result of her surging weight. I wanted to free her from that silken prison, to open the no doubt expensive clothing item like wrapping paper and enjoy the present within. She had gotten so big and I was entranced and gushing beneath my gut. I noticed at some point her eyes, had met mine, her facial expression was soft, indecisive, and ever so slightly nervous. She took a long-dragged breath her gaze unbreaking from mine. Her lips slowly curved up into mischievous half smirk. I wanted to ask her, to dig out those insecurities, to determine what was going on in her pretty head. But in that moment, I was utterly ensnared, entranced by her, this was her night with the app, her game, her grand scheme that we were in the climax of. If I was getting answers she’d have to give them.

She beckoned me closer with her bare hand, and I took one waddling step than another, aware of each passing and quickening heartbeat. It wasn’t necessarily arousal so much as the pure atmosphere of the situation. I was plenty horny to be sure, but there was a powerful tension in the room that seemed to suck my breath away. As I drew closer to the foot of the bed I noticed something, She was sitting up to face me and growing. Her body was swelling pulsating with increasing blubber, her gut pushing up her swelling tits. Her already thick thighs growing wider and softer. With several audible pops of seams, and an ensuing moan of release Eliza’s growing figure was freed. The silk prison falling away in the face of surging pale flab growing soft and thick. I could see it happening, yet all I was staring at was her face, it was getting fatter to of course, it acquired a second chin and almost begun a third. Two snaps heralded dramatic ends for her panties and bra, finally breaking apart the last of the prison. The full extent of her newly acquired girth on display. A massive shift upwards in sheer scale to match my weight class in raw girth. I was sure she was fatter all over, the sort of big to where people she hadn’t met for a while wouldn’t recognize her, if not for ghost mode. Yet as I was staring at her face, I could see her eyes. Eyes which were the exact same as they had been. Piercing, beautiful and mischievous. Yet they carried a new emotion. Something alien, just a hint, a slightest tinge of insecurity. As she bared it all to me.