Chapter 179 - #179 /the royal subjects/

Paige turned lazily on her inflatable raft with an inquiring look on her face. The girl blushing and intensifying her fidgeting. “This is so awkward...but she’s had the biggest crush on you since...ya know that thing happened, she’s going to college out of state, so this’ll be her last chance” one of her thicker friends spoke up extrovertedly with a laugh at how absurd the whole situation was. “Honey, you don’t even need the tragic backstory, feel em up” Paige shot back extrovertly leaning up with a grunt of effort to present her big bust to the stranger. Her breasts were certifiably impressive, they couldn’t quite compete with the biggest chests I had seen, but they were bigger than mine by a long shot and had a fantastic shape. Clearly to the girl who liked Paige it was like Christmas had come early. She leaned down glancing around nervously and gave the goth a quick squeeze, that became several consecutive seconds of pure unadulterated exploration. Paige cooing a little. “God these are way too nice....” she mumbled half incoherently before lowering her face down to rub her cheek up against them much to Paige’s surprised amusement.

“You’re such a dummy, going out of your way to this extent, Paige is nice, but go big or go home, Eliza’s where it’s at” one of the taller girls said. “You can back me up on that to, I mean unlike us you’ve got big enough tits to be a part of the conversation” one girl interjected to me and I blinked a few times at being included in the conversation. Before I could provide my personal anecdotes, the other girl had her say first. “You two are just uncultured philistines...shape is way more important” she objected giving Paige’s breasts a hard squeeze out of annoyance, and immediately apologize profusely. The goth being an unapologetic masochist didn't seem to mind all that much though. “Eliza’s got such a great shape to though and she’s bigger” came a secondary objection. “She does make a good point...” I muttered unable to help but humble brag a bit about my beautiful lovers bust. “I’m not just talking about...” the admirer said with a sigh and shaking her head. “I’m so sorry but could you uh...roll over” she asked Paige shyly.

All she had to do was ask and the oversized goth was quite happy to oblige rolling over with some help from her new admirer, presenting her big pale tush to her new. Now that it was up close, I really did have to acknowledge mine looked a bit bigger. “This is what I mean by shape just look at these premium acres of fat” the fan said taking two handfuls to each of Paiges cheeks in turn, earning a quite pleased yelp from surprised recipient. “Eliza’s boobs are big, but she’s got that big jello belly as well, Paige barely has a gut at all” the fan concluded her thesis. There was the point I was expecting to reach. Sure, the girls were drunk and a little desensitize due to all the nudity and touchy-feely stuff, but traditional sexuality assessments had a hard line. “I guess” one of the girls said pouting a little. “I...I actually think her belly looks kind of nice...like it compliments her shape or something" one of the girls muttered and I blinked a few times out of surprise. That wasn’t quite usual. “Maybe...but I’m remaining stalwart Paige has the hottest body” the fan said eying Paige's bare upturned cheeks with the heights of admiration.

“Hey, you don’t seem like you’ve had a drink yet, want to grab one” the belly eying girl offered me. I suspected I was simply being asked due to the girls crush on Eliza. But I felt the need to go with them anyways. Something was a little off. The energy of the party was hot, but it was different from normal. “Sure” I happily obliged her, and she helped me to my feet, I caught her eying my gut as it wobbled from that simple motion. “You shouldn’t be so obvious...” her friend chided her with a pat on the shoulder that almost knocked the poor drunkard over. “You can leave me here...I’ve achieved nirvana” the fan said pressing her face against Paige’s left booty cheek. Paige shooting me a very pleased look that indicated that while this treatment wasn’t as rude as her usual interests, it was a rather good time anyways.

It was a fairly hot sight to behold, and as we waddled towards the drinks, I couldn’t help but wonder if simple overreaction was the reason for my suspicions. Girls were touchy feely at the at best of times, and their sexualities tended to be more flexible. There was also something deeply fascinating even in a non-sexual away about the dramatic forms of oversized women. Particularly those as shapely as Eliza and Paige. Yet as I entered the slew of people dancing around the drinks table, I felt myself questioning that hypothesis. Every single dancer seemed to be carrying around a slice of pizza or a cup of beer which they’d pause to drink from, but usually wind up spilling down their plump chests. The scattered remains of pizza boxes could be occasional seen tossed casually around the area where people were dancing. It was hot, especially when you factored in the wobbling bellies, the breasts threatening to spill out of their tops, and the mind melting bassy dance tracks blasted over high tech speakers. It was an assault on the senses.

Girls bumped off me on all sides as they lost themselves in the music. Flaunting figures that would’ve been considered doughy at any other party. I was just a tad enraptured by it all. To the point I was almost surprised when one of the girls I had walked in with pushed a cup of beer towards me. I went to grab it but the other girl appeared on my other side took a bite out of a pizza slice and offered it to me. Slightly hungry and somewhat disoriented I snarfed down the half pizza slice. Then I was surprised my mouth was full of alcoholic liquid as the other girl poured the beer into my mouth. I blinked a few times in surprise. “Sorry was that weird, it’s just hard to pass things here, especially food” she explained beginning to slip into the groove of the movements. “Yeah but that’s what makes it so fun, you can just lose yourself in all the bodies” the other girl explained playfully shoving me deeper into the crowd.

Introvert that I was I was concerned about the people who inevitably got shoved out of the way by my blubbery body but none of them seemed to mind. At first, I chocked it up to drunkenness, or simple sympathy for your body being too big to be easily maneuverable. But I soon identified the looks on their faces as curiosity. They returned to dancing, and out sheer desire to conform I tried to do the same. But as I did I felt them, hands occasionally rubbing up against my saddle bags. Dainty fingers brushing along the width of my massive rear. It felt nice, very nice actually. The girl from earlier offered me another pizza slice with an extroverted giggle and I couldn’t help but oblige. As I ate it I felt her friend slip her hands around my waist. It was hard fought battle against the projected shelf of my ass, but she overcame it to get her hands around to the side of my belly. She gave it a few experiment squeezes as I ground my oversized tush back against her. It felt good to be in the moment. She slipped a hand up bearing a pizza slice and I gobbled down without a second thought.

Then a third, and another glass of beer. It was only at that point did It strike me what was happening. I blinked a few times and reassessed the crowd. The women were dancing and eating but many of the merely curvy girls had stopped for the most part. Instead they were offering food to their larger friends sweating up a storm. One particularly plump girl seemed to have all three of her friend lavishing her with delicious, greasy and fattening party food. Something was happening to the party. The belly loving girl held up another pizza slice and I gently booty bumped her away. Thankfully she seemed too busy being blissed out by the sensation to be annoyed with me as I attempted to escape the crowd. Over my shoulder I could almost swear I heard her muttering something about butts being better than bellies after all. It was a sentiment I couldn’t personally agree with but I respected her ability to change her opinions.

I knew I needed to get to Eliza and grab my phone. It was entirely possible it was just her playing around, but this didn't feel much like her style. She’d want to be at the place she was targeting, to relish in the hedonism she was creating. As I left to reenter the mansion, I paid a glance towards Mindy’s once quiet corner of the pool. It was much livelier than it had been originally. Many of the plumper girls in particular were gathered next to her. Shooting her looks of respect and admiration. One girl even reached out a tentative hand towards Mindy’s wobbling wrecking ball of a gut. I found myself rather surprised as this groping attempt went allowed by the bossy behemoth. She was ghost mode aware, so she should’ve been able to see how strange it was. Yet she was allowing them to feel up her blubbery body like it was nothing out of the ordinary. There was something odd and deeply concerning about that. But I also knew it was a low priority. Nothing was going to start till I could get my phone back from Eliza. Besides it was getting pretty late and I was fairly sure her 24 hour ownership had passed. anyways.