Chapter 176 - #176 /a royal ball/

There was a deeply dramatic quality to that last party at the mansion belonging to Mindy’s family. It was something oddly deep and personal to the girls who had attended Porcina Hill High at the time. There had been a time when the cheer leaders had been the center of the vibrant social life of our school. We had heard them discussed at every passing hour and their every action had social consequences of magnitude. Eventually that power had tapered off after I had caused them to blimp. It had diminished almost completely once Dee and Penny stopped attending school to spend every waking hour stuffing themselves like hogs. Yet somehow the street was still utterly packed with young adults' intent on partying their butts off. I felt it was because for many of them it was the end of an era of their lives. One last chance to be truly and completely and utterly irresponsible. To say goodbye to the time they had spent at Porcina High and the dumb frivolous social politics of their youth. Though the more I looked at the average body weight off a PCH student laid bare by a bikini, it seemed equally possible many were just there for the food.

The four of us had taken our own taxis there, but as I squeezed my hips out through the back of the taxi it soon became clear my companions would be easy to spot. Eliza looked to have been chatting with some girls outside the entrance. Her bikini was white with thin cyan pinstripes, it didn't show too much but it hugged her oversized curves abundantly well. Yet it wasn’t half as tight as the ones on the girls she was talking to, and I was struck by a revelation they had probably been thinner before they had interacted with my lover. I waved her over and managed to find the other two in the process. Doe and Connie were sitting on a grass embankment, the Latinas golden honeycomb bikini highlighting her overflowing curves. Doe was wearing the plain back one piece albeit with some very interesting adjustments, she had made a ladder of cuts down the center of it, a small change but one which really made the outfit a lot more visually interesting.

“It’s busier than I was expecting” Doe said her tone without a hint of shyness, crisp and cutting through the distant overloud bass of the music within. “She was the most popular girl in school for a while there” Connie explained with a hint of pride in her friend. “Yeah, I’m surprised her reputation sunk as low it did, I mean it’s pretty hypocritical” the goth mused bringing attention to the average weight of the passing bikini clad graduate. “just look at the rest of the girls here” she added. They were curvy, plump and not unusually downright fat. Of course, most of the fattest ones wouldn’t have even been half the woman Mindy was in the girth department. “Looking at the rest of these scantily clad curvy girls is 90% of the appeal of coming here, and I’d rather like to get a closer look” Eliza called out with an excited smile as she begun to waddle into the party. I followed suite of course. Our collective hugeness allowed us to cut a path through the party goers even if there was a lot of muttering. Everyone but me was firmly in the second highest caste of school hugeness, and people clearly found that something worth discussing.

As we stepped into the party I felt the hairs on my arms stand up straight and I physically stopped. The party was alive and thrumming. The occupants a literal sea of bikini clad women. While the lighter girls danced and let their slight thickness show, most of the fatter girls hung around the corners or sat on the floor next to the pizza boxes sipping on cups of beer. It was one thing to have been swallowed up by the crowd of fattened students during the second incident. There was an entirely different sensation to seeing that softer more hedonistic population let it all hang out and wobble. I had been at our classes party on the odd occasion previously when Eliza dragged me along. The culture then had felt completely different. This was a party for thick girls, and the skinny toned party girls looked out of place, and somewhat lacking in the curve department. Yet none of them knew that there was a time the opposite had been the case. This was all they knew, it was a familiar world where bikini bottoms were usually a little concealed by a hanging pot belly.

I was borderline transfixed, yet Eliza charged perversely ahead through the crowd, bouncing off people and she seemed to almost relish the occasional person who knocked off her chest. After all they were usually the one knocked off balance. I followed her backfat like the north star as we waddled through the party. It seemed like most of the dancing was happening in what looked to be the living room of the massive house. Women shook what fast food and or their mothers have given them and grinded off one another by the necessity of the limited space. Working up a sweat far faster than any in-shape dancer would. At the center of it all I half recognized Tracey. She was a bouncy blonde, a plush girl heaving a big bust around like a mace, and her thighs rippling with every step. Her voluptuous figure a source of stares, and many tentative investigations from curious girls. Instagram thick with just enough thickness to her waist that you knew it wasn’t photoshop. None of the occasional groping experimentees knew they were squeezing or brushing up against my handiwork. I had given her those amazing curves during the precision test. I was happy to see the now very self-confident girl putting them to excellent use.

However, as mind bending in their gorgeousness as her shape and proportions were, I was an FA at heart and thus a simple mantra was held of bigger is better. We had much bigger to see, in fact I was following much bigger at that very moment. Eliza continued to boisterously carve her path through the crowds with a lack of consideration for her recent enormity that I hadn’t quite anticipated. I chalked it up to her simply being a party girl at heart. Unusually given their size the cheer leaders were hard to find, the area around the pool was expectedly packed, primarily by those of PCH who were still in shape. Which meant the crowd was at least less obstructive than the one inside. Mindy and her many oversized companions were situated in a different part of the pool area, around what looked to be a hot tub that Mindy herself filled to absolute completion like a bowl of pale jello. Penny lazed next to her, lying on her size with her face propped up lazily by one hand. Denna flanked the other side of the former cheer leading head, relishing in the simple comforts of having an ass that could function as a couch. The heinously massive cheerleaders were all clad in purple and black one-piece bikinis. Penny’s had a deeper neck line, and Dee’s rode much further up her crack. Whether these were necessities for their ludicrous measurements or stylistic choices, I couldn’t quite determine.

“Welcome to my kingdom such as it is” Mindy said with a sarcastic chuckle and a gestured to the void of people that surrounded the behemoth cheer leaders. “They’re too scared of me to gawk, but not enough to show respect” she said with the casual chuckle of a woman who wasn’t all that upset about it. That simple motion sent ripples and waves through her tanker of a gut. It was odd but I felt a touch disappointed by the lack of reverence being displayed to the once and former queen. I had dethroned her personally, yet we had bonded after. I still maintained she deserved the level of girth I had given her at the first incident. But to see her avoided felt somehow quietly tragic. “Well if it cheers you up I uh...got that girl...that I said I would” I murmured referring to Cameron. I had promised vengeance for the state of hoggishness the cheerleaders had been reduced to and as far as I could tell I had gotten it.

Mindy simply chuckled and in another motion that made her overwhelming hugeness wobble. “I don’t need cheering up...and I don’t need you pitying me, I would’ve thought you’d be happy since you’re such a huge pervert” Mindy told me demonstrating her sly confidence remained unbroken. “Though if you’re really missing the days of me bossing people around...I’ve got a simple command for all of you...follow or it or I’ll crush you” she said turning her gaze to her massive cheer squad members as well. “Go out there and enjoy yourselves, I didn't throw a party so you could sit on those big fat asses of yours” she commanded with the simply poise of a queen. “What if you’re an introvert who just wants to leave such a normie party” I shot back unable to help myself from engaging in our usual sword play. “Then go dance, the sadist in me will greatly enjoy the thoughts of your embarrassment” she ordered me flatly.

To my surprise Penny and Dee gestured to be helped up and Eliza and I each took our respective friends and helped them up with the rather monumental effort that is required for girls who weighed two third of a ton in sheer unadulterated blubber. Once I got her up Dee shot me a smile before hip checking me with her door jammers, staggering me a bit. “Do as she orders” she said softly and grabbed me to keep me from being toppled by my own mammoth ass. “I guess It won’t suck too much if I’m hanging out with Eliza” Penny said giving me a look to indicate my presence would be just about tolerated. “Well those girls in the main hall seem to think they know what big boobs look like...I’m thinking we go redefine their defintion” Eliza said demonstrating a vibrant body confidence that had me blinking a few times in surprise. That was unusual. But her energy was infectious, and I really wanted to see what those massive new boobs of hers would do if she actually jumped.