Try to get dressed and head to the kitchen

Vanessa looked for a shirt first, not even assuming her bra would still fit. The worry of finding anything to fit over her ass lingered in the middle of her mind as she found a vaguely familiar shirt. Maybe it was the one she wore? It looked like one she would wear. Maybe not the top she wore to the party last night, but there was no way whatever she wore was going to fit. She pulled the shirt on, and well, it covered some of her belly at least, which her belly and thighs sufficiently obscured her groin at least. Vanessa rummaged around in the room for a bit longer, finding a few pairs of leggings which might have fit one of her legs. Her stomach growling demanded action, though, so she decided that maybe she could sneak down to the kitchen. She steeled herself and exited the room.

The hallway was clear, and the door was wider so getting out was easier than the bathroom. Her foot falls were much heavier than she would've liked. By the time she neared the kitchen, she was stepping quietly. Vanessa bit her lip, feeling her hips sway freely like they were made her want to moan. She peeked around the corner into the kitchen, the garish yellow tile backsplash at least a little familiar.