Chapter 173 - #173 /the embarrassing morning/

I fended off emotional turmoil by watching Eliza sleep. We were dating which meant it was supposedly romantic instead of ever so slightly creepy. The heaving rising and falling of her overly plush bust was unnervingly soothing in how they slowly knocked off one another, wobbling viscously and softly. It was finally beginning to settle in for me. Now that we had addressed the elephant in the room that had been invisible to me, I found the whole situation rather hot, and more than a little funny. Slowly as sunlight began to stream in from the many windows of her bedroom, she blearily opened her eyes. I saw a hint of confusion as she begun to try and lean up. Seemingly not recognizing the full weight on her chest, till she opened her eyes and fully understood her mammoth mammaries. A flash of shock and awe running on her face at just how much she had overdone it the previous day. “Good morning” I said idlily poking her left breast teasingly. My lover becoming briefly hypnotized by the sheer wobbliness of her recently expanded chest. “G-good morning...would it be weird if I said I wished I had hangover right now” Eliza said licking her lips nervously.

“But if you had a hangover you couldn’t fully appreciate the full extent of the damage” I said pawing her plumped up rear for a few moments as she begun to blush heavily. “After all that you’re going to bully me” she said as pink as Doe seeing a half-naked woman. “Well if you’re going to lose it, this is my once in a lifetime chance” I said rippling her belly like a pillow which caused her to squeak a little. I suspected the sheer eclipsing quality of immense tits had disguised how fat her gut had gotten till that moment. “That’s just because you know you’re not losing any of that fat ass of yours, ya lazy butter muffin” Eliza retorted but she was beginning to try and sit up on the bed. The bed which I was little surprised had held our new combined weight. Though with how it creaked at her failed attempts to sit up I suspected it wasn’t long for this world. After using her arms to hoist her big tits up she eventually managed getting to a sitting position, she panted slightly from all the effort. She eyed herself in the mirror clearly still not fully comprehending her our enormity. Her now chubby hands tracing the edge of her top heavy sillouete.

I slipped my hand around her waist and performed a gut drop which got another adorable uncharacteristically high-pitched noise out of her. “You’re a glass cannon ain’t ya...all offence no defense” I bullied her some more and we giggled. As I fondled her now quite impressive gut, I was interrupted by a deep grumble emerging from within it. I balked a little at the sheer volume of it. “Don’t look shocked by that it’s just because I used digestion on everyone before I uh....” she said starting to trail off. “Before you fattened yourself up to proper porker size” I finished for her and earned another playful shove in return. Despite all my teasing I was pretty damn starved myself. “Let’s go see how the others treat a 450lb....Eliza...I wonder what the ghost mode rationalization will be for this” I continued relentlessly bouncing her gut around as I got off the bed. “I’m 405 not 450” Eliza shot back and then immediately blushed as she realized my mind game. It was absolutely adorable to see her so off kilter, and hot to see her so utterly huge.

“At least the rooms in this house are soundproof...” I vocalized as we waddled off the bed. Eliza dragged the bed sheets with her, seemingly using them as a temporary covering. Clothing her was likely to be a bit of a problem, since nobody had a chest even comparable to hers anymore. But that was a problem for later. “Well celebrity types won’t hangout anywhere they can’t privately take “business” calls” Eliza said clearly very eager to talk about something other than her own fatness. “We used to call it the “booty call bunker”” She joked as I eased the door to the guest room open. What I saw on the other side caused me to pause with an immediate double take. Connie was lying on the bed, naked, each arm looked to be tied to each of the bed posts, the constraints looked to be her top and boy shorts tied into knots. She looked to be in a state of ecstasy, at least before it turned into shock at my entry.

But perhaps most standout was Doe. Also naked, letting the sheer extent of our blubber body show. She was standing on the bed, with one foot on Connie’s gut like she was conquering a monument, posed dominantly and grinding her heel into the tanned blubber hill. She turned in shock at our entry and I saw the exact moment, powerful dome, turned into very embarrassed wallflower. She silently blinked at us expressionlessly like a deer in the headlights, her life likely flashing before her eyes. “There’s...probably breakfast” I said doing my darndest to maintain a deadpan expression. Before slowly closing the door. “That was an odd interaction...I couldn’t see past that big butt of yours were they in the middle of something?” Eliza asked with a tone of deep curiosity. “Oh, that wasn’t my butt that was just that big fat belly of yours...I can see how you’d get them confused though...similar sizes” I teased her and got a very forceful spank in return.

We lingered outside and I took some moments to feel her up a bit. She was awfully awkward about it but I got the feeling she understood where I was coming from. For all my teasing I was pretty sure she’d actually be able to lose at least some of her ill-gotten intentional gains and there’s something sacred to an FA about the fattest a girl has ever been. That peak weight that’ll be looked back on with incredulity and bliss. I suspected a part of the reason Eliza was so allowing was because she knew that my own weight was probably a freight train I couldn’t stop. After a little while Doe and Connie came out of their rooms, their hair mostly fixed up and clad in the outfits they had worn over yesterday. Which of course no longer fit them at all. Doe’s t shirt had become a belly baring crop top, and her dark denim jeans looked to be held in place by a safety clip. Connie was still wearing the same grey top she had while drinking which meant it was covered in stains and the grey sweatpants, she had worn in had become tight enough to be more closely considered yoga pants. We all looked at each and blushed. I had comparatively little to be worried about as the groups smallest member.

We waddled downstairs and were greeted by a downright fascinating sight. My sister seemed to have borrowed the yoga mat belonging to Eliza’s mother, and was sweating up a storm trying to bend her fatter body with the tight diligent motions required. Her small potbelly bounced and sloshed around as she moved, and I relished that sight to no end. I couldn’t help but also notice she was clad in a purple lycra workout get up like something out of the 90s legwarmers included. even odder than the outfit itself was the fact it seemed to fit her expanded curves. Sure, it was tight and made sure every inch of new weight was visible. But if it had fit her the previous day it should’ve ripped. Before I could open my mouth to speak she started first. “Please...don’t interrupt me.... I made breakfast as a peace offering...” she grunted bending over backwards to look me in the eye. I wanted very much not to accept that, but my stomach had other ideas and let out a powerful growl that even had Connie staring at me.

“Hey...Doe what metal band was it that sounded like that” Connie said teasingly pushing her weight against my back to coax me down the stairs to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but waddle and oblige beginning to sense my karma for my smugness was incoming. “Hmm...It kind of sounded like...industrial metal...” she murmured clearly taking the joking hypothetical seriously. “Or the demonic growling in a preamble before the song actually starts” Eliza added helpfully as we waddled into the kitchen. What we found was disappointing. Five bowls of various leafy greens mashed together, and five crisp glasses of water. It wasn’t so much a peace offering as a passive aggressive inditement of our group's collective waistlines. But none of us really had a leg to stand on with regards to arguing against her. So, we sat down to enjoy our very sad, and very healthy breakfast.

As we ate, we chatted back and forth, but the shy awkwardness hung in the air. I could tell it wasn’t anything permanent, so it had this sort of funny vibe to it. Like it was the sort of thing we’d someday be able to look back on and laugh about. I asked around about hangovers, but we were all free. I figured it was either the good fortune of being young, our large body masses, or something to do with using L.B.L Up to digest all the beer. The shy soft-spoken vibe however faded rapidly when Connie looked up from vanity scrolling on her phone. “There’s a big party tonight to celebrate our classes graduation” Connie said looking a little surprised. “Sure...but there’s like a ton of parties even bars do special offers for graduated students” Doe said pushing up against the woman she had been standing on top of minutes prior. “Uh Mindys throwing it” Connie said flatly. We all blinked, it was a socially ambitious move and almost entirely unexpected given how recently the cheer leader posse had been reunited. “it’s a pool party” she added almost spitting out the water she had been guzzling down. “But we fly out for Australia tomorrow evening...” she said biting her lip. “Well...we need to buy new swimsuits for the beach anyways...they might not have anything in our size over there.... Australians are skinnier ya know” Eliza said doing her best to sound innocent. The truth was we all wanted to go, and my lover was more than happy to provide the paper-thin excuse we were all looking for.