A week later, Ixchel made her way up the apartment steps of Wong's third-floor flat for another DnD session. Her week had been busy with modifying some company software, she even had to be onsite for two days, so Ixchel was frazzled for her memory and Jenson's campaign was the only relief. She had completely forgot what each of them were surprised to bring, so along with her tabletop gear she carried an offering of taquitos in a covered dish.
"Chel, great to see ya!" Wong answered the door, shirt as loud as ever.
Ixchel smiled, then caught a pleasant scent in the air. "Is that Chinese?"
"Yep!" Wong grinned. "Family set me up with some leftovers after a catering deal fell through. Plenty to eat."
"Oh," Ixchel frowned, feeling like she did too much in bringing taquitos.
Wong's four room and bath apartment was more cramped than the levels of the townhouse at 8422 Fordham, with Ixchel and the host brushing past the kitchenette to the living room where Jenson and Obsidian had already set up by the window. Half of his glass coffee table was covered with the game map and Jenson's DM screen, while the other was filled with a small feast of lo mein, kung pao chicken, mushu pork, fried rice and tofu soup.
"Wow," Ixchel said, "that's quite the spread."
"Living above your family's restaurant has it's perks on occasion," he grinned. "Although what did you bring?"
"Taquitos, which I guess doesn't fit--" Ixchel began before she was cut off.
"Zit 'em here," Obsidian said, pushing some cartons aside as she brought a box of lo mein to her lips. "I had brought chipth and brewzkith." Obie was sitting on the floor to be closer to the food, flanked by a big bag of pickle chips and a few boxes of craft soda and iced coffee.
Ixchel paused after a thought. "Wait, that's your family's restaurant downstairs?" She asked Wong, confused as she crossed in front of the joint on her way to the apartment entrance. "Wang's?"
Wong chuckled. "My aunt and uncle's, the distinctly more Chinese branch of the family. So yes, the Wongs and Wangs are related."
"Jeeth, ith hot in here," Obie complained.
"Comes with the territory," Wong said as he got everyone plates, except for Obie who continued to eat out of the box. Although he was a few floors up it was the apartments tight insulated walls and preset air conditions that kept the apartment warm.
"Speaking of hot," Jenson spoke, "more furnaces in the devilish armory have come to life."
"Zeezth," Obie said as she set up her dice, "hot in here and the game."
Ixchel had to admit it was warmer than she had liked but the game and time with friends soon distracted her. Plus, there was plenty to eat with what with her taquitos, Obie's snacks, and Wong's discount Asian food. As the campaign continued everyone would take something to eat from the offers. Jenson only had so much and eventually Wong stopped. But for the latter half of the session Ixchel and Obsidian continued to eat.
"The lava pools around the edges of this crater," Jenson intoned later in the adventure.
"Cripeth!" Obie cried out, the steamy heat of the apartment and fiery environs of the game ultimately getting to her. "I'm zick of thith zhit, when do we break into the frozen over Zeventh Circle of Hel?"
Jenson readdressed the layout of the 13 pits as Ixchel and Wong adjusted their seats along the couch. Ixchel, used to warmer climates, did remove one layer of clothing to a tank top that left little to the imagination. Having both chips, craft brew, and Chinese her stomach was feeling quite bloated, and her chest began to rise with each breath.
The freckled, lisping Obsidian had a remarkably different issue of heat. Whereas Ixchel felt more of a warmth in her stomach from digestion, Obie had her great mammaries as a source of heat on her body. And while everyone wisely said nothing, they could tell that Obie wore only the one shirt so she had no articles of clothing to remove short of stripping.
"How about I pop out for ice cream?" Wong suggested.
"Zpectacular!" Obsidian said, reaching inside her shirt as she fumbled with her bra. With a mighty 'PLOP!' she released her overdeveloped chest from the confines as they squashed onto Wong's glass top table where she sat. "None of you zay anything!" she warned. Ixchel popped one last taquito in her mouth, Wong excused himself to fetch the frozen treats, and Jenson of course said little.
"Hey guys, I am beat!" Ixchel said at the end of another long week when she made it to Jenson's house for the DnD. Jenson lived in a converted single story home that used to be a college fraternity house until extensive storm damage had destroyed the upper floors. It was quaint and structurally sound yet creaky in odd places and carried with it a lifetime of various improvements, so Jenson usually preferred to host the game at other people's places.
"Well not only is it game night it's BBQ season!" Wong said excitedly, saying each letter.
"Yep!" Ixchel replied. "I've got my famous korean beef bowl." She proudly showed off the meal she had prepared.
"And I've got the spareribs!" Wong said, "And Jenson's gonna have a delivery from that smokehouse down the street."
"And I gotth zideth, an' a can whoop-asth for theze ztupid orcth!" Obsidian cried, vehementantly focused on the events of the game as ever. Her definition of sides looked suspiciously like a sampling of materials from KFC, only the chicken was from a spicy wing joint instead.
"Sorry the heater isn't working," Jenson said, as his home had the the opposite problem of Wong's the previous week, as everyone was dressed for the chill. Even Ixchel and Obie had opted for light jackets, making their respective chests look even more puffy.
"It's alright," Ixchel said, "I can wear my cat mitts early!" Along with her ears were mittens that looked like cat paws, to fit with her tabaxi rogue character, although she kept one hand bare to dish out foot.
"We're starting to turn these sessions into potlucks, aren't we?" Wong noted, as the spread this week was as impressive if not more so than the last.
"Zhut-up," Obie said with her mouth full as she readied her dice, "Orc zlaying time!"
"Thith zuckth zo much," Obsidian glowered a week later as the gang gathered again for DnD.
The other inhabitants of Fordham 8422 were caught off guard by the reappearance of Ixchel's friends. "What gives?" Reagan said, "I thought you guys only met once a month?"
"The landlady'th fumigating the houze for termiteth," Obsidian explained, causing confusion on Phoebe's face as she struggled to pick on on Obsidian's lisping accent.
Obie rented half a house from a middle aged woman and the termite issue had gotten out of control. While normally Obsidian's schedule to host DnD would time with her landlady's bingo night, the pest issue had left them without the means of meeting there.
"So I said they could meet here since we technically have the most room in the den," Ixchel explained.
"And all my ztuff is ztuck in there too," Obie said, "although zhe made it up to me by having free reign of her coupon bookth and we went to town!!"
Besides their game materials, each member of the party was sporting copious bags from the corner stores and gas stations. Obsidian having control of this week's vittles was showing, as there was no entree, just a smorgasbord of snack foods. It was better than bumming the other Fordham residents for a meal, and soon the den was filled with the DnD gamers and various snacks in arms reach.
"And we're finally out of the Prince'th Zhirteen Pitth of Hell!" Obsidian cheered, in higher spirits, waving her arms in the air and causing an extra jiggle in her prestigious breasts.
Catching the party atmosphere, Ixchel also did a little jig, and her own extra jiggle was visible from breast to stomach.
Hours later, the gamers were left to the sounds of Obsidian's lisping snores.
"Definite sugar crash," Ixchel stood up, chest bouncing with the effort after checking her unconscious friend. "I don't think I've ever had that much candy in one night!"
"Obie's got a way of picking things, yes," Wong replied. All the important food groups of junk food had been present in the haul, from salts to sweets to fats and carbs and caffeine.
"She's running a bit of a fever, so I'm going to get her some medicine from the upstairs bathroom," Ixchel said, maneuvering her way over Obsidian's form an up the steps.
Left with only the snores, Jenson spoke up after Ixchel left the room. "So, they've both gotten bigger breasts."
"Oh yes," Wong quipped without missing a beat. Seeing the girls week after week, the two men would have been blind to not notice what the change in diet was having with the two females of the gaming group. Obsidian, of course, had her monstrous breasts sagging to one side in her tilted, fitful sleep as they looked too snug in her specialized bra. But it was Ixchel, surprisingly, who also had quite the increase in her chest size. The gap of her midriff seen on her undersized shirt had more to do with the material's tightness around her new sweater puppies than any inches added to her portly frame. While Obsidian had an undisclosed outset cup size, Ixchel was pushing the limits of her formerly modest C's.
"Why is it that women carry their fat far more attractively?" Wong joked. "Whereas I'm going to have to get new shorts if I'm not careful." The chubby man had the telltale signs of some weight gain as well. Only Jenson, with his forever lanky frame, was immune to these collective changes.
"Suppose we should cut back?" Jenson asked.
"Heck no," Wong said. "Admit it, you like seeing them plump up as much as I do."
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