Chapter 2

Sara sipped on her cocktail and studied her cards with intense focus, her mind working quickly to calculate the odds and make the best possible move. It had been only a week prior that Chloe had found out about her indomitable card-counting skills over a drunken discussion in her living room. It had only taken Chloe a few minutes to hastily decide that the two of them would cheat the casino.

She let out a sigh. As much as she wanted to believe in Chloe’s plan, she knew that it was unlikely to work out. Unfortunately, she was in too deep to back out now. She still didn’t understand a lot of the specifics of the plan, like why Marie needed to be here as a “distraction”, but then again, Chloe probably didn’t either. Five drinks in, Chloe dauntlessly persisted, Sara doubted she even understood how much money lay in front of her.

Sara secretly watched as Marie and Chloe’s ample cleavage bulged out of their tight linen dresses. At least there was one good thing about all this.

It had been three months since the girls had moved in together, and Sara had witnessed 15 plush pounds develop on all three of them. Whatever attraction she had for Marie and Chloe was only amplified as a thick layer of adipose settled onto their toned frames.

Secretly though, she had been partly to blame. After all, she had been the one who suggested cancelling their gym memberships in favour of home workouts, which more often than not consisted of binging The Office in the living room as they stuffed themselves full of takeout. She couldn’t deny that in her eyes, their bodies looked better as a result

She grew furtively hot as she imagined herself between the two beautiful girls, their bodies growing obese as they stuffed themselves into a temporary immobility. She imagined Marie and Chloe nursing her bloated frame as they pressed their blubbery figures into her. Her glasses steamed up at the thought of the three of them growing massive paunches, each of them destined to become big, fat, and beautiful.

Snapping back to reality, Sara wiped her glasses clear of residue. She reached out to place her bet when a hand grabbed her shoulder.

A man stood behind her in an all-black suit. An opaque onyx mask adored his face, polished to perfection but non-reflective. Sara felt a shiver run down her spine as the man leaned toward her in a cold posture. While she couldn’t see his impression, she could sense the intensity of his gaze as it fixed upon her.

“Sorry to disturb miss, but the house thought you and your friends would appreciate a change in scenery.”

Chloe swallowed from across the table. The jig was up.