chapter 5: "best" friends

After the first 2 months, Cindy even hung out with Lucy, first going out to eat a few times, then seeing a few movies here and there, all relatively sedentary things to do; however the third outing is the first of mention; They, on Cindy's recommendation, played drinking games. Everything she did being part of a larger plan, this was all done to get to go to Lucy's wardrobe.

Cindy seized this opportunity over Lucy’s house to get her drunk, having her drink shot after shot of vodka before either of them sat down, while she herself had water, pretending she was also getting drunk. She also ordered a pizza for the occasion, figuring the drunken girl could at least use this opportunity to stuff herself, which Cindy would ensure, she blindly would. Cindy turns on the TV, flipping through channels putting on some reality show; The women on screen are dressed elegantly with make up as thick as paint. Pretending to make conversation, Cindy mentions “wow look at how nice they’re dressed.. too bad I can’t tell what they look like haha” Lucy laughs extra hard and dutifully eats another slice of pizza, responding with her mouth half full, “yeah lihke.. Come ohn.. HOW MUCH was jhat dresh evven” she says chewing then swallowing. “Like.. *ehem* theyrre buuuurnign their own MONEY.” Lucy says, speaking in a tone as if she's a disappointed parent, then picks up her pizza and continues. Cindy debates bringing up the wardrobe now, but figures to let Lucy eat while she’s hungry. Cindy couldn't help but stare as she had a profile view of Lucy eating out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes glued to the tv, she blew through another pizza slice at a breakneck pace, and her frame showed it. She's leaning on a table with her elbows, but standing bent at the hips, leaving her large shirt hanging away from her body, giving Cindy a full view of the girl's budding frame.

Her tits have gotten significantly bigger, which Lucy was happy with, joking it's late puberty. One day she even admitted that she prefers not wearing a bra when she's at home anymore as they hurt her shoulders. Below her now-well endowed chest, was her bulging gut. The first 2 months of this long forgotten deal had taken their toll on the poor girl, who now looked constantly bloated. She figured her new tummy was either random bloating, or water weight, and would shrug it off at each and every opportunity she could. Her ass was also taking up plenty more room now too; coated with a layer of fat, her hips turned love handles shone back the light from the room as her skin became constantly taunt from the weight gain.

Lucy picks up another slice of pizza, her 5th and eagerly downs in. Turns out a little drinking made this girl into a real fucking pig Cindy thought as she tried to pull her gaze off the girl. Normally when they ate at work, they both ate, and watched tv, and while Cindy knew Lucy was gaining, the clothes she made for her were meant to hide her gain, so they were loose and foley. This meant that Cindy wouldnt get to see the before and after of a feeding, at best maybe getting in a few measurements sporadically to get an idea. But now.. now it was like she had a front row seat to watch this girl sow the seeds for her own downfall.

After a half hour of the girl going through the pie, Lucy puttered out, frisbeeing her empty plate towards the garbage can and stretching and stifling back a burp, then sipping from a glass of soda Cindy duly kept filled to the brim. Cindy figured now that the cow had her fill, she could break the silence but this time with an idea, “heyy, let’s go check out yer wardrobe! I’m curious whatchu got!” she said, feigning her best drunk voice, which she was quite proud of the accuracy of which.

The drunken girl happily smiled at the idea and quickly went up to her room, bringing Cindy by the hand without a word, all to present her closet as if it were some marvel with a boastful “Ta-Dahhhh~” It was a rather modest thing with very few outfits to Cindy’s surprise, looking to Lucy as she proudly told her guest “I dunno” she said smiling and shaking her head “never liked having a LOT of clothes, MUCH preferred a simple set of outfits.” She was a little annoyed over the initial startle and resulting headache she felt herself getting from how Lucy would emphasize weird words when she was drunk, but shrugged it off taking a deep breath as she moved her gaze back to the closet.

Cindy's outfit swaps seemed to have dominated most of Lucy’s wardrobe now; stifling a chuckle, she realized how well things were working. However, as she figured, there were still some clothes Cindy hadn’t recognized as Lucy wouldn't wear them to work, soon realizing there were pajamas, 3 dresses, lingerie, a few more bras, and pairs of underwear. Cindy's original plan was to figure out what was here to make sure to find out what to swap, but realizing Lucy never wore there to work and seemingly didn’t care what she had, figured it may just be easier to take them from the drunk girl. But eschewed the idea of wanting a smarter approach, and found it.