Chapter 180 - #180 /the royal banquet/

As I made my way into the kitchen, I noticed a girl out of uniform, and by out of uniform I mean not wearing a bikini. I vaguely recognized the outfit she was wearing as being the attire of the food delivery girls for a local pizzeria. She clearly was carrying three more to add to the pile but seemed to have paused to sample some of the leftovers. Sauce stains on her face and a slight bulge to her otherwise flat waist. “These are for the pool...” she explained to me with her mouth full and I stepped aside to let her pass. I had a felling once she got out there, she’d be pulled in by the vibe. What’s more it meant the party had a continuous flow of food to satiate the needs of its gluttons. Over my shoulder I watched her as she delivered the delicious cheesy offerings, and my thoughts were confirmed. She entered the sea of dancers, and was soon swallowed up in it, the top of the boxes she was delivering almost immediately emptied and redistributed to fill the guts of the dancing posse. Her mouth soon stuffed with the very food she had been intended to deliver.

What was worse was that it’s presence within the house was becoming apparent as well. A few of the bigger girls had nestled themselves into the kitchen and were just sitting in there partaking in the food. Their guts stuffed to the brim with sloshy beer and greasy pizza but their gluttony continuing none the less. When they talked, they discussed the food and how delicious it was, but for the most part the most vibrant noises they were making were grunts of pleasure and the occasional gaseous release to make room. It was tamer, they were more present, but I recognized the early signs with a familiar sense of foreboding. They reminded me a great deal of the cheer leaders when they were going through their hog phase. They weren’t quite at the phase of mindlessly slopping down any edible and being utterly devoid of thoughts beyond eating themselves fatter. But they had their chubby feet on the preface of that door. One which I needed to close.

It wasn’t just the kitchen, though that was where most of the food was being sourced. A peak into the cinema room was a sexual but concerning sight. The bigger fatties were lounging lazily and eating, that was the same, but things had been ticked up a notch. They seemed less aware of their surrounding and the chatter had died down to nothing but grunts and munching. They would lazily belch and rub themselves, and what made the situation worse was that they had helpers. The merely curvy girls seemed to be constantly offering food to the bigger women, pressing it into their hands or telling them to eat it. With the lazy blobs seemingly not having the energy or willpower to turn them down. They hadn’t fully turned to feeding like they had out by the pool, but I doubted it would take long. Connie and Doe certainly seemed perilously close to doing so as Doe pushed another giant sandwich towards the oversized Latina's full lips. I had a feeling if things kept going as they were, she’d blow far past whatever her target calories were. I also had to consider that ghost mode had already adjusted those calorie limits to an absurd height.

Crossing into the living room however was probably the most debauched sight of all. Everybody seemed to be touching someone else. Grabbing them squeezing them or simply openly admiring one another's bodies either by touch or sight. As I waddled in I felt It happen to me. “This is such an amazing ass” one stranger mused as she took handfuls of my bared blubbery tush. “Holy cow you’re so right” another added grappling my wide hips. They shook it forceful as I tried to nudge them off. Gripping to it tighter and cooing instead of letting it go. “It looks so fucking hot when it moves, god those ripples” one mused and I could almost swear her voice went up in pitch. It was hard to be all that angry at them. They were not only plastered but with ghost mode in play they just thought it was perfectly normal to feel up the nicest ass they could find. There was also the small matter that I had experienced worst sensations in my life. But as nice as it was, I needed to find Eliza.

The thronging crowd would’ve been difficult enough without people hitching themselves to the junk in my truck. The more I stayed the more attention I seemed to be getting and people were finding a girl of my size to be quite a catch. I felt one prying hands rubbing the sides of my breasts and I was struck by a sudden epiphany of sorts. “Alright girls...” I started to say tapping my feet a little to try and stand out a little less in the crowd. Although the way my blubber undulated at even that slight movement made things slightly difficult in that regard. “I know you girls are connoisseur of the feminine body so you’ve just got to show me where the nicest jugs at this party are” I asked them. I was expecting more heated debate like I had heard outside, but the answer was immediate and unanimous. “Penny’s taking a break right now somewhere over there....” the girl explained pointing to a corner of the dance hall where a plethora of the more out of shape women seemed to be lazing and panting while their stamina recovered.

Eliza was still gathered with the biggest bust around, and Megan who looked rather pleased to be sandwiched between them. My lover looked altogether at home in the hedonistic domain of lust. Leaned sexily back against the wall with her huge chest propped up by her bloated gut, presenting them proudly and shamelessly in her bikini. Back when she was thin it would’ve been her assumed default position. She had been proud of her figure. But recent nights had taught me she was more insecure than she had let on. Even that very morning she had been embarrassed by her own newfound girth. As I drew close, I couldn’t help but feel concern building in the back of my mind. “How’s it going blubber butt?” she asked me with a teasing giggle as I lowered myself to the ground across from them. Thankfully once I had taken a seat my enthusiastic harassers seemed to ease off me a bit. Which was good cause I was overstimulated enough just by the sight of the thick, and vast women seated across from me.

“Pretty good, but this party is a little different to the normal ones we go to right?” I asked her with a casual shrug. Hoping she would pick up on my less than subtle piece of communication. “I mean kind of, it’s got way more girls which is a pretty big improvement” she shot back teasingly, and I just couldn’t quite detect if she was joking or not. “I know their all so cute I just want to hang out with all of them” Megan added crossing her arms under her plush chest in annoyance at the nature of the universe. “That’s basically what a party is, hanging out with as many people as possible, even if there’s some people who you’d rather not” Penny tutted. There was no questioning who that comment was directed at, though it seemed more playful that it had previously. “Anyways, you really don’t think anything is that odd about this?” I asked her curiously gesturing to all the touchy feeling and groping going on. “I mean...it’s a bit more than usual but it’s graduation, and everybody wants to feel up us big girls, they’ve been staring at these huge assets of ours, watched them grow big over the years, this’ll be their last chance” Eliza explained taking a long drink of beer and gobbling down a slice of pizza.

The pizza and the beer were red flags. But what really stood out to me was her saying we had gotten fat over years. For her it had been basically overnight. It was possible she was just trying to keep it casual, or knowing her, she might’ve just been messing with me. “Oh, I mean yeah but sometimes they act as if they got that big overnight....” I said throwing out a leading question, but I had a feeling I knew what her response would be. “Yeah, as it turns out getting tits this big requires lots of time and calories” Eliza said bouncing her heaving mammaries for extra emphasis. “And hard work” Megan interjected elbowing Eliza’s stomach playfully. “Not really if you just eat what you want and don’t exercise it’ll just kind of happen” Eliza explained with a shrug. “Not to this extent though, I don’t hit the gym and mine are just about bigger than my head” Megan said with a hint of complaint in her voice. “...Sometimes it does happen overnight though...just not usually” Penny added quietly her own bulk quite present.

I watched that conversation with an alien outsider feeling. “Hey honey can I borrow my phone back?” I asked her as calmly as I could. “Uh sure...not even sure why I had it” she muttered looking briefly confused before fishing my phone out of her handbag and passing it across the room. I leaned back and took a deep breath. Before opening my phone and booting it up to L.B.L Up. Through the magical lens of the app, the room was covered completely red. Like it was in the center of some sort of perfectly cuboid energy field. At the center of the living room I could see a few hovering symbols. A ghost with a plus sign next to it, the hunger symbol, the arousal symbol, and handful I didn't even recognize. The spectral symbol was the logical solution to why Eliza was affected. It probably prevented people who had seen the apps but weren’t users from being ghost mode aware while they were in the field. But what truly concerned me most of all. Was the color. That deep overpowering red. Crimson in the same shade as the chains that had been on the cheerleaders before I freed them. The color of the magic used during the first incident. Even the scale of the magic being used was more in line with those incidents, it seemed to be using a system of the app I hardly understood. There was another place I had seen plenty of red, magic included. My dreams, or rather my memories. The game my mistress had invited me to was in full swing.