Chapter 183 - #183 /the ladies attitude/

I stumbled out of the crowd in a jiggling display, only to find the rest of the party in a similar fervor. Girls seemed to be gathering around those fatter than them, to start feeling them up. Whispering sweet nothings and having their way with the soft blubber of the object of their adulation. Yet over it all was this overtone of a mostly normal party. Overly loud pop music jarringly blared, girls danced giggled and talked incessantly about things that didn't matter. Consuming food they probably shouldn’t, while eating far too much of said food. Like a different painting with the same lighting the same brushes and the same paint. Alien yet so familiar as to be difficult to distinguish. Though things were escalating in a way that indicated soon that familiarity would be replaced with something more deeply hedonistic. The bigger girls were gobbling down more and more. Carrying less consideration for things other than indulging. Becoming messier and less considerate. The smaller girls were increasingly more obsessed with lavishing offering and praise upon those large girls. Nobody seemed to be getting supernaturally fatter. But something deep in my overly plush gut told me that it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

I knocked the door to the cinema room open with one wide hip while using a hand to brush off a booty loving groper. The minute I stumbled through that doorway I could feel the energy shift downwards. The music was still thrumming in from outside, but nobody was dancing. Most of the women were fat and looked to be lazing, posed slothfully around the room, either siting on their fat asses or resting on their fat sides. All the while they seemed to ceaselessly grazing. With grazing being the operative word, while it was just as messy it had none of the hoggish enthusiasm of the party raging outside. They simply slowly dragged anything nearby that was edible to their lips and put it down their gullet. Before letting out a belch, or wiping chip dust off their bikini tops. Such a lazy environment would’ve been unsustainable if it weren’t for the helpers around the room. They carried food loaded with grease or calories and either fed or provided it to the half lidded lazy fat asses.

I pulled out my phone to double check, and to nobodies surprise a field was still very much present. However, it was by no means the same as the one in the living room. It had the ghost + symbol but beyond that had very little in common. I recognized hunger, digestion and the feed commands along with several I couldn’t quite discern. Not that I really needed to, what was happening was very clear. In fact I could already feel it start to affect me. When I had stepped in I had been struck by a slight feeling of exhaustion. I had been working hard to find Megan. I could probably take a break. I could sit down for a while. Those thoughts badgered me and I unconsciously shimmed my hips as if getting more comfortable in a seated position. I knew I needed to work fast. Or I’d soon find myself scratching my ass doing nothing but eating while the party raged deeper out of control.

Megan was a fatty so I tried to look amongst them while trying not to get distracted by the food carrying curvy girls. Their food smelled absolutely delicious, and there was something oddly appealing about the vacant lazy expression on their faces. I actually recognized a few of the fatties at the back from when I had been dancing with Eliza and Penny. I figured they must have stopped in for a quick break and grew too lazy to get back up again. A devilish trap. The reminder of Eliza carried with it a memory and I waddled closer to the room to confirm something. Connie, Gaia and Dee still occupied the couch and the area surrounding it with their enormous girth. They looked to have completely succumbed to the areas effect and we’re snacking inexpressively, utterly enraptured by whatever was on the tv, and completely lacking motivation to do anything other than passively snack. Ironically, I had seen a less dramatic version of that look on Connie before. She was fairly lazy afterall. But what truly stood out to me was the absence of her raw love of junk food and filling herself up with it. I mean I didn't love it half as much as she did. And I’d at least smile while I was enjoying a bag of potato chips.

I blinked several times, at some point I had gotten distracted and opened a bag of Potatoe chips. I gently placed it on top of Dees thigh fat and she immediately took to eating from it. I really did need to hurry it up. But the room wasn’t all that well lit, and there was more than a few plus sized women. A side door to the room opened up and I smiled as Doe waddled through. I’d finally be able to get some help. Unlike the other fatties she seemed to have her usual levels of energy. “Hey, have you seen Megan, blonde accident prone, might be on her phone a lot” I swiftly asked the goth breaking the quiet energy of the lazy room. “You sound worried, it’s a party you need to relax” Doe said with a shrug. I opened my mouth to object but found myself biting down on delicious, overwhelmingly thick white bread. The fillings of a sandwich staining my cheeks. I could feel the food settle heavily in my stomach. Weighing me down slightly. “Just take a seat and relax a bit” Doe said playfully shoving me towards the couch where my ass thumped to the floor between Gaia and Connie. Even the floor was so comfy, and the thoughts of lifting my body weight up with my flabby legs, seemed almost impossible.

Doe leaned down, her hanging ball belly knocking off mine in the process. The dominant girl placing a firm hand on the back of my neck and sliding the sandwich towards my mouth again. I chewed on it dispassionately. It tasted good I supposed, but what was really nice was the chance to just relax a bit. On some overarching rational level I knew I should’ve been worrying and struggling so as to seek out Megan. But at the time it felt so good to just sit on my big fat ass for a while. “There ya go, you worry way too much about things, I can handle everything you just relax” Doe told me in a kind and assertive voice. Nuding her end of the sandwich into my cleavage so it would be conveniently stored as I ate it. I didn't even bother doing it with my hands. The process made a bit of a mess of course, slopping topping and ingredients down my chest, but I couldn’t work up the energy to really care. Instead I found my hands idlily rubbing he side of my big ball gut. It felt so heavy even though I had barely started eating. Not full just nice and satisfying heavy, like when you have a big meal but you could still go for just a little more.

While I enjoyed my sandwich, she brough Connie over a sandwich of her own. The latina merely greeted her with a heavy belch and opened her mouth expectantly. “You still haven’t hit that goal yet 10000 calories aren’t going to eat themselves” she tutted sternly cramming the sandwich messily into Connie’s mouth. The lazy blubber butt seeming to just about register it before beginning to gorge herself with some degree of passion. The feeder took to rubbing her slothful feedees gut while she ate. Soothing in simple relaxing motions I was deeply jealous of. The sheer bliss of those sensitive hands on my heavy gut would’ve been truly heavenly. All the while I watched I continued to gobble down that sandwich haphazardly, occasionally leaning back a little further so I could get more of it into my mouth. When the heavy weight Latina finished one sandwich the next was forcefully crammed into her mouth by Doe. Breaking the rhythm of her tummy rub to ensure the ball gut was filled again.

The duo’s feeding session was interrupted by a lazy grunt of acknowledgment from Gaia who was busy scratching her rear. The feeder shooting her a quick grin. She seem satisfied that Connie could stuff the rest of her gut herself, so she turned to lavishing food onto the sisters. Rather than feeding them directly she simply deposited bags of potato chips and similar snack foods amongst their roll. Using the enormity of Dee’s thighs and ass as coinvent places to store those future meals for them to graze from. Since they were close together Gaia just picked whatever snacks she wanted to gorge from off of her sisters massive blubbery bottom half. That was the most effort anyone barring Doe and the feeders was exerting in the room. The two blubbery siblings lazily snacking on potato chips like cows fed on grass, their gazes firmly locked on the tv screen. Completely devoid of the passion or rivalry they had previous displayed. Such things were likely much too much effort for the then lazy ***es.

With her food spread across the greedy guts of the group Doe seemed to have dropped off her food. She was starting to work up a sweat, something I couldn’t even imagine the effort of doing at that moment in time. “You’re all so greedy, but that’s fine, I’ll keep you all well fed” she told us all sternly as she waddled off to the kitchen to fetch yet more food for us to glut on while we lazed. I saw my opportunity to exit as she did so. It was right there, all I'd have to do was heave myself up. But It occurred to me that even if I did, then I’d have to waddle out to find her. That was so much work, it seemed so much easier to stay seated on my big fat ass and finish off my sandwich. After all what was a big booty for if not for sitting on. Doe had such a pleasant domineering aura I felt sure I could rely on her to keep me well supplied with food. As I waited, I stared haphazardly on whatever brain-dead reality tv happened to be on. It felt good to just switch my brain off and rub my tummy a bit.